#john had such a timeless face

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Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 

Our story starts now Angel... 

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 

TIMELESS

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❤️‍🩹Finding Love ☆ Timeless Tarot Guidance

Elements/Signs in this reading are calibrated to all aenergetic placements. Feel free to read as many Elements/Signs as you feel called to at this point in your spiritual evolution♡

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You want to see how a nation falls? First, make sure every family unit is fucked. The foundation of the beginning of a ruined society is a dysfunctional family unit. A household that is lacking warmth and affection is a breeding house for psychopaths…or sure-victims of them. How is this not obvious to everybody? Well, in our case, I guess the Boomerangs just didn’t care…enough?

An entire generation of selfish psychopaths preoccupied with order and rules, obsessed with the idea of a ‘perfect image’ even at the cost of the authenticity of their children’s Souls. Tell me if they ain’t breeding new generations of psychopaths? But…who fucked the Boomerangs in the first place? And who had fucked the generation that fucked the Boomerangs? 考えきれない。There’s no end to thinking about it. But!

Not all hope is lost. For we have us—OURSELVES! You, who are reading this, who are blessed with this peculiarly RARE thing in the world: self-awareness. That you’re curious about the roots of your sorrow; that you’re trying to be better; that you’re willing to face your own demons so you grow in character, all because you care enough not to perpetuate the cycle.

There is Hope is us. In people like you and I. For this spiritual work alone, you are going to be blessed with the utmost beautiful Love, first, by finding it inside of yourself~

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Finding Love for 🐞Fire Signs - Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

5 of Cups, Queen of Wands, XIX The Sun

You know, Fire Signs are passionate. So passionate they often get way too invested in whatever matters to them. That’s why when betrayal or any other kind of a fallout happens, they find it so difficult to calm down, let alone move on from. I want you to know this isn’t a failure of your character or anything like it, not necessarily, no. You care. And that’s a wonderful thing. And it genuinely, usually, takes A LOT to finally get a Fire Sign to stop caring.

That’s the one thing about you: PASSION. Within the context of this reading, could it be that you’ve been putting your passion on the wrong things, the wrong people? Because you’re not a quitter, right? Maybe you’ve had this tendency of wanting to make sure things work out; after all, you’ve invested so much into this thing, project, people, whatever. Not quitting on the wrong things will only drain you of high-vibrational, positive spiritual aenergy left in you, babe. Then…frustrations and sadness are just going to drain you of more physical energy.

Low energy also makes people irritable, unmotivated and non-optimistic, right? Let not the harshness of your connections with people dim your natural brightness. What’s really important to figure out now is how you can shift your focus on being passionate about things, places, work, and people that truly, truly, bring joy and sunshine into your Life~

'Daughter. Spend your life Loving. Not seeking Love. Ocean need not seek water.' – Dr Jaiya John

Oracle Guidance for Fire Signs🔻❤️

🐏Aries – Priestess of Fortune

🦁Leo – Priestess of Integrity

🎠Sagittarius – Priestess of Opulence

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Finding Love for 🐍Earth Signs - Silver Magus (Merlin)

XV The Devil Rx, 7 of Cups Rx, VI The Lovers Rx

I tend to think that Earth and Water Signs are the TRUE psychopaths of the zodiac LMAO Underdeveloped Taurus, Virgo and Caps are so incredibly selfish and self-centred that they make human interactions such a misery business. And due to the nature of their Earthy-ness—meaning they can be quite hard to shake—Earth Signs can be quite bigoted about certain viewpoints they hold. Within the context of this reading, Earth Signs literally make a hell out of their very own existence through their inability to connect human-to-human with other…humans.

Or is it really an inability? Is it not simply a refusal? An Earth Sign must ponder this upon itself. Maybe you’ve been in refusal to be more empathetic because it is paramount to be empirical in any situation? Perhaps you’re the type of person that values objectivity above all forms of subjectivity? But the Human experience is subjective. Approaching all types of human connection with an eye of business or with the mind of an objective researcher will only hinder your capacity for real empathy.

The Human experience is an empathetic experience. People feel things and sometimes those feelings are heavy and burdensome and they get the better of us—that’s just the reality of being alive XD If you could give yourself the grace of a more subjective point of view when viewing yourself and the many experiences you go through, then maybe it will be that much easier to notice how other people also base their decisions for forming connections through a very subjective lens—and you will see that being this way creates a more true bond between people.

Does all this sound too subversive for logical Earth Signs? XD

The Problem With Being Too Logical in Love by The School of Life

Oracle Guidance for Earth Signs🔻💚

🐂Taurus – Priestess of Luck

🧘🏻‍♀️Virgo – Priestess of Magick

🐐Capricorn – Priestess of Clarity

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Finding Love for ⛲Air Signs - Red Alchemist (John Dee)

XVII The Star, Ace of Cups, 3 of Cups Rx

The Star is associated with Aquarius, right? Whoa, the epitome of Human intelligence :D Air Signs are intelligent and very interested in people—in human relations and understanding what makes people tick. That’s why Air Signs make the best friends and confidants…as long as they don’t run their mouths hahah Now that is a matter of character. What kind of person are you in your friend group(s)? Do you play different characters in different groups? Sounds like a lot of fun XD

Air Signs do tend to have (or belong to) different groups of people depending on function. It’s very interesting. Air Signs can be the glue that connects different groups of people who, without Air Sign, would never have come into contact with one another. Gemini is the fun-loving funny member of a group. Libra is a charming diplomat who’s considerate towards everybody. Aquarius is the pioneering CEO who gets everybody working towards a goal. Ideally, well-developed Air Signs would be these things :D

You should really value this unique intelligence of yours that has the power to eradicate all crazy unreasonable differences in the world, you know. You of all people, I’m very certain, have this keen ability to get to the roots of everybody’s mental problems. After all, you are mental. Air Signs usually don’t get a lot of credits for being empathetic or whatever and that’s true for the most part. But what you do have is this INTEREST in people, and that’s good enough for starters XD It makes you a good person, you know.

Literally, you’re the type that can make friends with just about anybody. You are polite and charming—and those with Venus here are often very beautiful, too!

Oracle Guidance for Air Signs🔻💙

👯Gemini – Priestess of Healing

⚖️Libra – Priestess of Ritual

🏺Aquarius – Priestess of Abundance

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Finding Love for 🐝Water Signs - Green Astronomer (Nicolaus Copernicus)

VII The Chariot, 3 of Swords, Queen of Cups Rx

Hey, what is your Truth? What experiences and emotions have shaped the being that you are today? Do you know for sure? Have you analysed all the feelings you’ve ever struggled with, as well as those that make you realise, Life truly is worthwhile? It’s those moments you’re reminded of what’s good about your Life that you feel gratitude, isn’t it so? Alongside nostalgia and the desire to return to a much simpler time. Time when feelings were a lot easier to process, perhaps. But Life, and this world, needs to keep going on as per Universal Mandate.

What’s left in the past can still be regenerated in the future and it can get even better, too—now that you’ve grown up. Now that you’ve healed a little, or a lot. Heartbreaks with Water Signs always heal when we return to the pool of our authenticity, located deep in the core of our being. Therein lies the tears and the beauty that make you such a deeply compelling character to converse with. If Humans aren’t ready to listen to your truths, write about them; turn emotions into songs or poetry or painting; what have you. Water needs to flow somewhere. Nourishing a lot of life from there.

Water Signs, are Love. Nurturer of Life and nourisher of Human emotions. You should really appreciate the poetry of your sheer existence. So, don’t let this world convince you that there’s something wrong with you because you’re sensitive enough to care about a lot. That’s your strength. It just needs to be directed and redirected to the right things/occasions/people and places. Be generous with your Love and compassion, but take no shit from those who can’t learn to be grateful for a Love as rare and precious as yours~ Know your worth, babe. You’re worth a gazillion dimes.

Oracle Guidance for Water Signs🔻💛

🦀Cancer – Priestess of Enchantment

🦂Scorpio – Priestess of Patience

🎏Pisces – Priestess of Prosperity

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“We’re not gonna be like them, Joe.” Harry’s fierce tone catches Joe off guard. "We're gonna make it."

(Joe, Harry, and Major Egan's grief)

“Harry, look.” Joe presses his chin into Harry’s hair, careful not to dislodge his best friend’s head from its rest on Joe’s shoulder. “Over there.”

He glances down and over thick, messy dark curls to watch Harry squint in the pre-dawn light. They’re perched on one of the many observation towers on base - far away enough from the heart of the operations and closer to where the ground crew park the forts under repair. Joe waits as Harry scan the tarmac for a second. The hitch in his breath tells Joe that he’s seen it.

Joe drops his head on Harry’s, the two of them lone observers of a single jeep making its way down the tarmac until it turned and parked by one of the forts on the hardstand.

The signature white of Major Egan’s sheepskin is the only bright spot in the blue light of twilight. The figure sits straight as a ramrod as the engines die down and the headlights fade to nothing. Joe and Harry breathe in tandem, eyes focused on Egan as he sits there with an empty passenger seat, staring at nothing. 

Joe counts down the seconds by the ticking of his wristwatch, each passing of the needle like the countdown of a bomb.

He counts to the sixth minute and the time bomb explodes with a small gasp that Joe does not need to be there to hear. Idly, he thinks of trees falling in forests.

Watching John Egan fall, Joe thinks, is like watching a giant sequoia being felled by explosives. It is heartbreaking, terrifying, and it sparks a kind of anger in his heart at the destruction of something so timeless and seemingly indestructible. 

It’s intrusive and personal, but the thought of something so immutable breaking down without a witness feels blasphemous. So Joe sits there, wrapped around Harry with his head bowed and he makes himself watch. He forces himself to witness the destruction of John Egan as he slumps over the steering wheel, his broad back curved and defeated, but still breathing.

How soon does a felled tree know it is dead?

“I wish I saw what happened.” Harry whispers, voice hollow. Joe feels the way Harry’s arm tightens around his waist and he turns to bury his face into dark curls, no longer have the appetite to watch the loss of another life. “I wish I could tell him what happened.” 

Joe is silent for a long while. 

He casts his thoughts to the few hours he spent walking around as a solid ghost on the grounds of Thorpe Abbotts, his body still existing among the living whilst his soul is lost over the skies of enemy territory. 

He takes the grief that was a brief, but oppressing friend to him in those scant hours into his hands and he turns it over and over. He pokes and prods at the dark ball of tar that, for a few hours, dripped messily all over his heart before Harry came back and scraped every last bit of it away. 

He imagines the black viscous thing crawling all over Egan’s heart like the sticky reaches of an eldritch creature, getting into the ventricles, clogging the arteries, and poisoning the blood system to ensure death at molecular level.

The enormity of it steals his breath.

“I wish you did, too.” Joe mumbles into the riot of curls. Without opening his eyes, Joe scoops Harry’s thighs and lays them sideways over his, manhandling Harry until they are as close as humanly possible without tumbling over the edge of the tower.

“‘No record’, was all that I had to go on with.” 

Harry makes a distressed noise. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I knew where you went down, but at least I knew you were somewhere and not everywhere at once. It’s stupid, Harry - It’s so stupid, but,” Joe swallows, breaths coming out in shuddering gasps. He wraps his arms closer around Harry and Harry reciprocates. “But it feels better, somehow, to look at a map and know that’s the last place on earth you existed because it's not like I’d be getting a body, ain’t it.” 

Joe imagines himself living through this war. 

Ten, twenty, thirty years down the road, when he has a wife and children and grandchildren - he’ll tell them all about the love of his life Harry Crosby who he will introduce as his best friend. He’ll show them all the pictures he has of Harry, tell them stories about Harry, and then he’ll pull out maps and point out his last resting place. 

He imagines visiting an obscure German countryside in his golden years, casting his eyes up at the blue skies and telling Harry to hold on, he’s coming. 

Maybe, in that future without Harry, the world might grow kinder to folks like them and Joe wouldn’t have to pretend. Maybe, hopefully, his grandchildren can look at Harry’s pictures and see the truth as clear as day and they would understand. Maybe then his grief can speak its truth - a bereaved lover.

Joe allows himself to sink through the maybes a few seconds more before resuming his vigil.

Major Egan is sitting upright in the jeep now. He rubs his hand over his face, presses the heel of his palm to his eyes, his mouth hanging open with exaggerated breathing. They watch quietly as Egan stumbles out of the jeep and drags himself over and up into the parked fort.

The hatch closed like a period at the end of a love story. 

“We’re not gonna be like them, Joe.”

Harry’s fierce tone catches Joe off guard. He pulls away to look at Harry’s white, terrified face. He’s not looking back at Joe, but the bruises his fingers press into Joe’s side speaks louder than any gaze ever could.

“We’re gonna go home and Jean’s gonna fuss over us and then you and her are gonna sing every Friday night in our lounge, and you’re gonna tell me to shut up because it’s scaring the cats.”

Harry stops speaking as though he ran out of breath. His gaze cuts to Joe so suddenly that his heart skips a beat. He sees an ultimatum in those brown eyes, an all or nothing.

“We’re gonna make it.” 

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Joe goes up the next day on the Munster mission, lucky snowglobe in his vest pocket, and Harry’s face is the last pretty face he sees.   

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(for Abbie (@moghraidhs) and her ability to express 'nina, why would you?' very clearly through a single thumbs up emoji)

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having an off day 2

Ophelia - Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then. 

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that. 

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors. 

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours. 

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his. 

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm. 

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh. 

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.” 

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit. 

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water. 

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up. 

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive). 

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you. 

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots. 

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast. 

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous. 

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve. 

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you. 

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.” 

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you. 

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately. 

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh. 

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.” 

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?” 

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder. 

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight. 

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with. 

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man. 

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you. 

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you. 

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter. 

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down  your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him. 

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind. 

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors. 

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command. 

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows. 

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive. 

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you. 

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand. 

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night. 

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano. 

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys. 

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead. 

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection. 

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness. 

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber. 

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on. 

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness. 

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground. 

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him. 

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day. 

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence. 

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers. 

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand. 

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless. 

“Has he been overworking you?” 

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air. 

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it. 

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there. 

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care. 

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead. 

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one. 

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?” 

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request. 

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.” 

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight. 

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you. 

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?” 

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head. 

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along. 

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?” 

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject. 

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.” 

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy. 

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand. 

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?” 

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics. 

thank you once again for taking the time to read my writing. there were a few I wasn't too satisfied with, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

leave a like and/or a reblog if this was a fun read for you. despite its self-indulgence, I hope this comforted you a lil bit.

have a wonderful day my love <3

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikemen vampire vlad #ikemen vampire charles

[fallenlightsif]

do the speak now (tv) album ask for this blog too 👀 i have to know what songs my blorbos relate to

Ofc anon 🙏

Mine: MC/Marcella

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time; you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter; you are the best thing, that's ever been mine"

Sparks Fly: MC/Florian

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show; drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain; kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile"

Back to December: MC/E

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't; so if the chain is on your door, I understand"

Speak Now: Kira

"So don't say yes, run away now; I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door"

Dear John: Rowan

"But I took your matches before fire could catch me so don't look now; I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town"

Mean: MC @ their mom

"You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me; you have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I'm nothing"

The Story of Us: MC/E

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud"

Never Grow Up: Ezrah & MC

"To you, everything's funny, you got nothing to regret; I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that"

Enchanted: MC/Florian

"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, same old tired, lonely place; walls of insincerity, shifting eyes, and vacancy vanished when I saw your face"

Better Than Revenge: Ilaria

"Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go; they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me"

Innocent: Orion

"Did some things you can't speak of, but at night you live it all again; you wouldn't be shattered on the floor now if only you had seen what you know now then"

Haunted: Rowan

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now and it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake"

Last Kiss: MC/E

"I hope the sun shines, and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed; you can plan for a change in the weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind"

Long Live: The Childhood Friends (Florian, MC, Marcella, and E)

"Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall"

Ours: Orion/MC

"They'll judge it like they know about me and you; and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do; the jury's out, but my choice is you"

Superman: MC/Cier

"He's not all bad like his reputation and I can't hear one single word they said; you leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay"

Electric Touch: MC/Julian

"I've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly; still hoping that the fire won't burn me just one time"

When Emma Falls in Love: Ari

"She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave; and she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town"

I Can See You: MC/Cier

"I can see you waitin' down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me; and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?"

Castles Crumbling: Ilaria

"Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off; and here I sit alone behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept"

Foolish One: Dimitri

"And the voices say, “you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”; foolish one, stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come"

Timeless: Orion/MC

"That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs, story of a romance torn apart by fate; hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did, and I'd die for you in the same way"

#answered asks #florian vasil #marcella dumont #e renaud #julian fortier #dimitri volkov #ari novik #orion morosov #rowan lozano #kira argyris #cier katsaros #ilaria thayer #ezrah rhys

[disenchantedif]

SCREW IT ASSIGN EVERY SNTV SONG A CHARACTER OR SHIP

Say less. I absolutely love this ask.

Mine: MC/Avery

Braced myself for the goodbye, 'cause that's all I've ever known; then you took me by surprise, you said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Sparks Fly: MC/Cameron

Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around, 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Back to December: MC/Luci

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye; so this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night

Speak Now: Mikhail/Taisiya (she left her fiancé for him)

So don't say yes, run away now; I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Dear John: ??? (The Wraith)

You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry, never impressed by me acing your tests

Mean: MC @ Francisca & Luis Rivera

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation

The Story of Us: MC/Luci

This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side

Never Grow Up: Avery

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favorite songs; I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: Charlie

Same old tired, lonely place; walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

Better Than Revenge: Theo

Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go; they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me

Innocent: ??? (The Wraith)

Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep, before the monsters caught up to you?

Haunted: Harlow

Something's made your eyes go cold; come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out

Last Kiss: MC/Luci

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Long Live: Bestie Squad (Vik, Theo, Charlie, & MC)

Long, long live the look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders; one day, we will be remembered

Ours: MC/Penny

Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine but they can't take what's ours

Superman: Mikhail/Taisiya

He's got his mothers eyes, his father's ambition, I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him

Electric Touch: MC/Avery

I've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly; still hoping that the fire won't burn me just one time

When Emma Falls in Love: Penny

She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave; and she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town

I Can See You: MC/Amri

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me; and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

Castles Crumbling: Luci

Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off; and here I sit alone behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept

Foolish One: Charlie

And the voices say, “you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”; foolish one, stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come

Timeless: MC/Viktor

I would've read your love letters every single night and run away and left it all behind, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless

#answered asks #luci rivera #theo parker #viktor orlov #cameron fletcher #??? (the wraith) #charlie ortiz #avery monroe #harlow mitchell #penny eliades #amri singh #mikhail orlov #taisiya orlova #the riveras 😒

[whynotjohnlock]

It's you that I want. (Vamplock)

summary: basically, Sherlock is a powerful vampire, Watson is a werewolf, and the reader is a dragon in human form that ships them and solves crimes with them.

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(Y/N) sat quietly and ominously in the back of a cab headed on its way to Scotland yard looking out the glass into darkness. Most creatures thought of the night as a frighting thing- something to be feared for not knowing what dangers lurk in the shadows. Humans fit into that category well. With nothing more than their wits about them and no supernatural abilities, it made sense they were nervous to step out of the light. They were constantly changing compared to the old stubborn immortals that considered the word 'Change' a novelty.

Then of course, you have to remember that the creatures hunting you in the shadows are comfortable and delighted with only the occasional ember to light the way. Vampires and werewolves embraced the twilight with open claws and arms as simply part of their nature. Stalking and pawing through the late hours around midnight had become when they were most powerful, after all.

Then there where creatures like (Y/N) who were unfazed by neither light nor dark with old, ancient eyes uncaring for the time of the sun or moon. Dragons were timeless creatures pushed into after the humanoids nearly whipped them all out of existence from fear. Like so meany dragons before them, (Y/N)'s family had been lost to poachers and hunters of their race. (Y/N)'s species was gone; what use was there in fear?

"Um, Mx. (L/N), do you mind if two others join us?" The cabby was obviously nervous.

(Y/N) stared blankly at the man with an unfeeling expression. "Sure."

Two scruffy looking males -a vampire and a werewolf- entered the cab and (Y/N) moved over to accommodate them.

trench-coat man spoke quickly and simply; "To Scottland yard."

The cabby looked briefly surprised at the request. "Mx. (L/N) here is already on their way there! What a coincidence."

For the first time the other men in the cab turn their heads to (Y/N) looking out the window and paying them no mind.

Awkward silence fills the vehicle and astutely and stealthily (Y/N) observes them.

The dragon mumbles quietly not expecting to be heard. "The universe is rarely so lazy."

Something about that sentence makes the tall vampire weary of (Y/N). "Why are you going to the crime scene? It's not part of your job, and you're uninterested at the idea of looking at another murder."

It's been a while since someone was more observant than you and going forward you know that you must be cautious around the immortal.

"I could ask the same of you and your husband, vampire." the dragon (Y/N) replies vaguely.

"I AM NOT GA-"

Trench coat man looks slightly exasperated and embarrassed. "John, you don't have to scream it!"

"I concur. most non-human creatures have improved hearing, and you needn't yell. I am regretful for assuming, but your souls dance with each other faultlessly."

The vampire rases his brow. "You can see our souls?"

"Hm, yes. Yours is a crimson only a shade off of the hue of blood and your partner's is a dark cobalt and they appear to be synchronized."

"Interesting."

The werewolf speaks impatiently. "We're going to a crime scene?"

The vampire answers boredly. "Yes."

"And that would make you a private detective?"

"Consulting detective." the vampire corrects out of habit.

"Consulting?"

"When the police are out of their depth, which is always they come to me to solve the case."

"But the police don't consult amatures."

something in the vampire flashes and (Y/N) sees his eyes flicker red getting ready- for what, you aren't sure of.

"When I first met you yesterday, I said, Afghanistan or Iraq? You seemed surprised."

"How did you know?"

"Tanned face, but no tan above the wrists. You’ve been abroad but not sunbathing. Your haircut and the way you hold yourself says military - but your conversation as you entered the room - trained at Saint Barts, so army doctor! Obvious."

"Your limp is really bad when you walk, but you don’t ask for a chair when you stand, like you’ve forgotten about it - so it’s at least partly psychosomatic. That says the circumstances of the original injury were traumatizing - wounded in action then."

"Wounded in action, a suntan. Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"You said I was a beta?"

"You're in the army as a caption - but not anything higher; of course you're a beta. Strong enough to comfort and heal the people marching to their deaths but not powerful enough to challenge the alphas leading you into battle."

"Then there's the fact that you can't find any available flat- likely because of your lycanthropy and limited army penton. you've already been kicked out three- no four different times because of your 'condition', which is the reason I offered to share a flat."

"There you go, you see? You were right." "I was right? Right about what?" "The police don’t consult amateurs."

"...That was amazing."

"Do you think so?" "Well, of course it was. It was extraordinary. Quite extraordinary."

"Unquestionably so." Y/N popped back into the discussion.

"You! you're very good with words. You seem sort of clever." The intelligent vampire speaks almost acoustically at (Y/N).

"That must be veracious if it is spoken form your lips."

"And a bit out dated in language." The vampire speaks underneath his breath only detectable by my superior hearing and then shouts, "Come with me to investigate the crime scene!"

It was at that moment that (Y/N)'s jaw tipped upward in a small smile that hadn't shown on their face for 58 years.

"Why not?"

The game is on.

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[kraekat29]

Day Four- 30’s AU

JJ and Ruby were the Bonnie and Clyde of Kildare County. Thieves, some may even go as far as to call them gangsters.

JJ was ruthless, that was no lie. But he never let a single thing happen to Ruby. If you messed with her? Be prepared for a bullet to the brain.

She had no problem being his getaway driver, shooting at the cops as they made their escape, cheering along with him as he counted their latest steal.

It wasn’t a perfect life, but with the depression this was the best they were gonna get.

Ruby sat next to JJ in the car, looking out the window as the trees rushed past the window, a look of exhaustion on her face as he reloaded the guns.

She rubbed her eyes and grabbed the bag between her feet, yawning as she started to count the money, her tongue poking out in concentration.

Ruby was exhausted and terrified; she knew one day the two of them would be caught. Dead or alive.

JJ reassured her time and time again that he would never let anything happen to her, and had proved so several times.

This life wasn’t perfect, it was dangerous and wild. The two never seeming to catch a break. But these were the cards they had been dealt.

She missed her brother, she wondered if John B was rooting for them or if he was ashamed. She’d give anything to tell him a proper goodbye.

Ruby looked up as JJ parked the car at a motel, his eyes raking over her body almost longingly; it had been months since the last time he felt her.

She placed a gentle kiss on his lips, getting out of the car and walking into the motel, her high heels clicking against the wet asphalt.

He stood beside her at the counter, tucking her against his side and smirking at how tiny she was compared to him.

The clerk knew better than to ask questions, just handing them over the key to the fanciest suite they had; aka, the honeymoon suite.

Ruby was used to these kinds of rooms, she loved the satin sheets, always cold against her heated skin; and the beds always felt like she was lying on a cloud.

JJ on the other hand only ever wanted her to have the best, it was what she deserved, considering the hell he’s put her through.

He laid her down against the bed, the two of them getting lost in each other as their moans synchronized.

This life wasn’t perfect, it was far from it and could be a hell of a lot better.

But it was theirs. And to them that’s all they ever needed.

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Angel and the Small Scroll

1-4 Then I saw another mighty angel descending from Heaven. He was clothed in a cloud, and there was a rainbow around his head. His face blazed like the sun, his legs like pillars of fire, and he had a little book lying open in his hand. He planted his right foot on the sea, and his left foot on the land, and then shouted with a loud voice like the roar of a lion. And when he shouted the seven thunders lifted their voices. When the seven thunders had rolled I was on the point of writing but I heard a voice from heaven, saying, “Seal up what the seven thunders said, but do not write it down!”

5-7 Then the angel whom I had seen bestriding the sea and the land raised his right hand to Heaven and swore by the living one of the timeless ages, who created Heaven, earth and sea and all that is in them: “There shall be no more delay! In the days which shall soon be announced by the trumpet-blast of the seventh angel the mysterious purpose of God shall be completed, as he assured his servants the prophets.”

8 Then the voice which I had heard from Heaven was again in my ears, saying, “Go, and take the little book which lies open in the hand of the angel whose feet are planted on both sea and land.”

9 So I went off towards the angel, asking him to give me the little book. “Take it,” he said to me, “and eat it up. It will be bitter to your stomach, but sweet as honey in your mouth.”

10 Then I took the little book from the angel’s hand and swallowed it. It was as sweet as honey to the taste but when I had eaten it up it was bitter to my stomach.

John is instructed to prophesy

11 Then they said to me, “It is again your duty to prophesy about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.” — Revelation 10 | J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS) The New Testament in Modern English by J.B Phillips copyright © 1960, 1972 J. B. Phillips. Cross References: Genesis 14:22; Exodus 6:8; Deuteronomy 32:40; Psalm 29:3; Isaiah 31:4; Jeremiah 15:16; Ezekiel 1:28; Ezekiel 2:8-9; Ezekiel 3:3; Ezekiel 37:4; Daniel 8:26; Daniel 12:4; Daniel 12:7; Amos 3:7; Matthew 17:2; Romans 16:25; Revelation 5:1; Revelation 5:9

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[siriuslysmoking]

Timeless Flight | Chapter 7

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour 9:00 a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the Earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight— –Elton John

The walk continued in silence until they made it through the woods into the trailer park. When they crossed through the edge of the woods their eyes landed on the rest of the group sitting on a picnic table in the middle of the trailer park.

“So you’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy.” Nancy spoke, once the two of them joined the rest of the group. “It’s from the Upside Down?”

“I mean if the shoe fits.” Steve shrugged.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell,” Dustin spoke up next, “or a curse. Now whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is that this is different.” Max this time, looking up for the first time. “Something new.”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s only a theory.” Dustin shrugs to Nancy.

“No, Fred and Chrissy, it doesn’t make sense.” Nancy shakes her head, “I mean why them?”

“Maybe, the wrong place at the wrong time?” Dustin offers. “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park.” Max gives.

“We’re at the trailer park.” Steve murmurs, looking around. “Should we maybe not be here?”

“There is something about this place.” Nancy speaks up. “Fred started acting weird the moment we got here.” Robin asks what she means, “scared, on edge, upset.”

“What if it’s just for the kills?” Everyone pauses to look at Y/n who’d been uncharacteristically quiet. “Maybe Fred was acting weird because you were about to investigate a murder.” Y/n shrugs before continuing. “What if it doesn’t have some secret meaning behind them?”

“Max said Chrissy was upset, too.” Dustin points out.

“Yeah, but not here.”

“She was upset, she had been having headaches and nosebleeds and she was stressed out, and then she said she’d seen something” Y/n mumbles, she not even thinking about the possibility of what could be happening to her, she doesn’t believe it, she won’t.

“Serial killers stalk their prey, right?” Robin asks, “So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman- Dustin immediately corrects her, muttering ‘Vecna’

“I don’t know about you but if I saw a freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.”

“Maybe they did.”

“Chrissy did.” Y/n mutters, adding to Max, “Chrissy told me she saw her mom and then her feet turned into something she couldn’t explain, something not human.” Y/n runs a hand down her face. Why didn’t she pick these things up, why did she dismiss it? Why didn’t she notice?

“I also saw Chrissy leaving Miss Kelly’s office,” Max adds, “If you saw a monster you wouldn’t go to the police- they’d never believe you, but you might go to-”

“Your shrink.” Robin nods, or your friend Y/n thinks, why didn’t she pick this up? She puts her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms. Squeezing her eyes shut she couldn't even believe herself, it flew over her head- it didn’t but she thought she was overreacting. Now Chrissy is dead. She got sloppy, she thought the gate was closed, thought it was safe. Safe to just be teenagers who get headaches and nosebleeds and not have to worry about dying from a fantasy monster from a roleplaying game that bled into their town.

Y/n never wanted to be involved with any of this, but from the beginning she has been. Claudia Henderson has called her about watching Dustin while she had some work thing that night, she ended up following Dustin into the forest, eventually meeting up with his friends.

Then there was no going back, she was in it. No backing out, it was all about keeping the kids safe and saving Will. 

That’s where she met Steve, then became close friends, that ended with them finding a job at the mall together, meeting Robin, that finished with the mall burning down and the gate closed. Or so they thought.

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[senatushq]

“I've always wanted to smash a guitar over someone's head. You just can't do that with a piano.” - A prayer to Lloth, jk it’s Elton John.

Exhaustion settled over the attendees but their bodies could hardly rest, it didn’t matter how many times they went home or how many times they went to bed because inevitably they would rise again. Drinking, partying, eating, and performing round and round for over two weeks was taking its toll. For the circuit gays it was almost as bad as Pride. Still, the Romans did not question it, even exhausted they put a bright smile on their face and continued to celebrate the honourable Satyr King, Silenus.

Musical numbers had erupted all across the city, boisterous songs and dance numbers as the people of Rome were made to sing their truest heart’s feelings. Most had confessed so many secrets, and sung to so many people that they had been reduced to singing about the mundane: their hatred for pickled onions, their love for the beeping crosswalk signals, and their obsession with 90’s scrunchies.

As the performances continued on into the final night, one song rolled into another as extras from some of Romans’ acts took the lead in others and everyone's’ music just rolled into one, city-wide act. Hearts laid bare, clothes strewn about the city, their masks were all that remained as those who could play instruments did and those who could not bellowed as loud as they could. Stars faded from the tree’s atmosphere as the Romans produced lighters from seemingly thin air, holding them up and blanketing the ephemeral city while Hyrsam descended from the sky on a gilded piano.

With masterful skill and the voice of an angel, Hyrsam sang while the entire city performed as backup,

“She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour 9:00 a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the Earth so much I miss my wife-” A twinkle in his eye as the archsatyr’s fingers strolled along the keys in an effortless tandem. The seraphim ascended to join him as they manipulated the energy about them to produce golden instruments possessed with the sweetest divine music.

“It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man” Led into the chorus the Romans below joined in with their own vocals, tears stained the cheeks of all in attendance as Silenus was honoured from his place within the aether. His corpse had not been seen for the entirety of the event, so bizarre.

“Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them” Hyrsam’s piano continued to play as he descended from the sky, trotting through the air as the Aspects joined him to perform lead backup vocals. The microphone from Hyrsam's piano was pulled free, while only those close enough to it could see, there was a face on the side streaking the microphone with tears. It was Remus, but as Hyrsam's microphone. When Remus tried to sing along the archsatyr covered his little mouth with his fingers. This was Hyrsam's moment.

“If you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job five days a week A rocket man A rocket man And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no” An audible sound of bones cracking could be heard across the city as the sun dipped further below the obscured horizon. Romans hadn’t seen day or true night in weeks but Hyrsam had each wrapped neatly within his song, malevolent and capricious the flamboyant performance continued on as fireworks and magically created pyrotechnics lit the stars. Octavian and Keket took the lead while the rest of the archdruids performed unparalleled feats of aerial acrobatics. The union of their magic made the greatest show on the planet.

“I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone” Fauna began to disintegrate and dissolve as sweat pooled across Hyrsam’s brow, spittle from his dramatic display of skill and power flew from his lips against Remus the microphone.

“And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a-” A howl punctuated the final verse as the full moon reached its peak, the tree and all the many tactile illusions that had been conjured by the satyrs deteriorated as the first night of the lunar cycle stood in the peak above the city.

The spell was dismissed, and Hyrsam grinned before he spoke in a voice that reverberated loudly in the ears of everyone in Rome.

“The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth: you are all made fools.”

Inflamed, the most hotheaded of the embarrassed Romans descended on him at once. They found nothing but air as several of them collided: Diana, Remus, Uriel, Michael, Dionaeia, Octavian, Lycaon, Nidhogg, Tisiphone, Sybella, Lilith, and Eren among them.

With the illusions dispelled, the food revealed itself to be the body of Silenus mixed with many Romans who kept getting butchered, devoured, and then eaten again by the party-goers who thought they were enjoying fine cuisine. Thanatos grimaced, cancelling death hadn't worked out very well for them. They were quickly put back together before Death made a prompt exit back home to his cats.

Queen Ayi’ig came to her senses in the heart of the Fairy King’s forest, King Meryasek finally within her reach. While this humiliation would not stand, even she had some appreciation for what the archsatyr had done. The fey of the forest reacted immediately as the elements responded and moved to strike, none faster than the King himself, but neither was he fast enough. With a gesture Ayi’ig pulled Meryasek’s heart from his chest with her bare hand, she crushed the organ in her palm as it withered to ashen dust while his subjects looked on. The leaders of the drow surrounded her now and stood between the fey and their Queen. Autobots, illithids, daemons, shadow creatures, her revenant and Nidhogg's great wings above them.

Ayi’ig smiled and stated: “Long live the King.” before disappearing in a flourish of shadows along with the rest of her court.

Forced to shift, the lycans of Rome ran rampant over the city while intense fatigue immediately overtook everyone.

ooc info:

Oof, can’t believe y’all were eating people.

Everyone is very tired, the drow and asphodel have returned to the Otherworld. The drow, in particular, were not seen at all for the following week.

All muses should feel very hungover.

Hope everyone had fun! Hyrsam, what a guy.

Death is still cancelled here.

Meryasek's body was placed in a tomb to await Dareth's return.

The Chancellors have taken control of the Fairy King's Forest.

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

The Broken Veil: Chapter 5 - Bloodless, Airless

Image source from Effect Magazine

TW: choking/breathplay, animal death, mental and physical child abuse (flashback to young Jardani)

Summary: John Wick has just agreed to kill Gianna D'Antonio, repaying the marker that gave him a life with Helen. However, Helen is trying to contact John from the afterlife, to show him that it is possible to stop the cycle of violence – not by forfeiting his own life, but by creating a fundamental shift in international systems and perhaps even the balance of good and evil in this world. But he doesn’t have to do it alone. She’s coming back.

“I have to remind myself to breathe—almost to remind my heart to beat!” - Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights

Waking up in Helen’s arms. Waking up with his face still nestled in her hair, with their limbs tangled effortlessly, seamlessly. It wasn’t a dream. She’s here, she’s safe. She’s so beautiful. She’s close to his own half century of age, but filled with the real, timeless beauty of liveliness. Her chest moves up and down and her cheeks are not hollowed with the wasting of her sickness and her flesh has the same healthy vibrancy as when they met. “I’ll do anything it takes,” she said. So will I. He will never allow any harm to come to her again. Ever, even from her own body. If it is possible for her to warp the fabric of reality, then so will he.

The sunrise floods over the balcony, the bedside table, the starched sheets and billowing blankets. He pulls her closer by the waist and nuzzles against her, and she turns in her sleep to embrace him. All of him is fluttering. The alarm is about to start blaring, but John shuts it off and kisses her awake instead. It’s time to get up, and board a plane, and beat this entire world into a shape that will hold her gently.

***

Half a world away, Santino is struggling not to fear death. Something is wrong, Ares should have contacted him by now. It’s at moments like these that his blood runs icy with the knowledge that he could make a wrong move at any moment. I could, but I won’t, he tells himself. No, he’s Santino D’Antonio, he is destined for power, he has a hold on the situation. No, it’s that pathetic dog John Wick who will be snuffed out of existence. He was fool enough to give me a marker. He’s dead no matter what he does. Santino smiles.

Winston’s voice breaks in again. He’s been pressuring Santino ever since Cassian’s report reached him, with the marker ledger open on the table between them. “He completed the task. The marker is over.”

“I want to hear it from my own people.”

“Just mark it, you’re dragging this out for yourself. Ares will be dead by now. Why else-”

Ares walks in. Winston’s breathing stops for an instant. He tries to control his expression but Santino catches the horror that flashes through him.

Ares starts signing. “I fucked up. Wick is alive. The rest of my entourage is dead. I’m sorry.”

“And the target?”

“Also alive. He went all the way to her chambers and then didn’t follow through.”

Santino swears, then stands up and paces. That icy feeling is taking full control, but he refuses to admit it. He glares at Winston. “Seems it’s good that I waited.”

Winston is at a loss for words. He closes the ledger in resignation.

Santino turns and snaps at Ares, “Why didn’t you finish the contract in his place?”

“That wasn’t part of our agreement. Wick was my focus and I stayed on him. No way in hell I’ll take on a target of that profile without a marker of my own.”

“Lot of good that did!” He laughs darkly. “But it doesn’t matter. He’s dead walking.”

Winston’s still there, the damned pest. “You have no idea what’s coming, do you?”

“I have everyone in New York looking for him. I doubt you will see him again. Besides, I still hold the marker. He’s dead if he comes for me.”

“Is that so? You stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left. You incinerated the priest’s temple, burned it to the ground. Now that he has nothing left to lose, what do you think he’ll do? He had a glimpse of the other side, and he embraced it. But you, Sr. D’Antonio, took it away from him.”

“He was already back!”

“Oh, he came back for love, not for you.”

“He owed me, I had every right!” Santino takes a step towards him, heated, struggling not to lose his temper at the way Winston is trying to scare him. It’s insulting.

Ares taps loudly on the table until both men look to her. “There’s something else you need to know.” She pauses. “There was a woman with him. I saw her appear out of nothing.”

“I think she answered his phone. Stealth fighter?”

“No. I mean she wasn’t there, and then she was. I know I never looked away.”

Santino shakes his head. “Don’t fuck with me right now.”

“I’m not. This isn’t a joking matter. She took a full clip to the back and didn’t flinch.”

“Well-funded then. Good body armor.” Ares looks like she wants to say something, but she thinks the better of it, so he continues. “Do you know who she is?”

“She claimed to be his wife, Helen Wick. And he claimed she was contacting him from beyond the grave. That’s what he said to Gianna.”

“So you know nothing. Useless.”

Winston has gone strangely pale.

Santino’s patience is fully exhausted. “Fix this within 48 hours or Wick won’t be the only one who’s dead walking.”

On the borderline between obedience and passive aggression, Ares signs, “Ok.”

***

It’s seven million. He might have been too blissful to care last night, but now he cares. He’s shoving the incriminating weaponry from last night into a disposal bag supplied by the hotel (along with a new cell phone), and he’s thinking about his hands around Santino’s throat.

That one bag would give any TSA agent a heart attack, Helen thinks to herself as she watches him dump in another set of knives.

Without looking up, he places information in front of her ears, his voice too monotone to be called speech. “They will swarm us. They’ll go through anyone I’m with to get to me.”

“I’m so sorry. This is an extremely frustrating situation. But I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

He continues as if she hasn’t spoken. “When we touch down, I will go to work, and you will take a taxi and go…well I would have sent you to our home, but it has…” He forces out the words, “recently exploded.”

“I know. I saw. But John-”

“So instead you will go to a random location, with some money that I give you, and two days from now we will meet up-“

She steps between him and the door and takes him by the shoulders. “Look at me, and let’s talk for a second.” When he meets her eyes, she continues, “It makes no sense for us to separate. Do you leave your body armor behind when you go into battle? No. I am your body armor now.”

It’s so difficult for him to look at her when he knows she’s about to be attacked because of him. She looks stunning today. And every day. “I never want to think of you as my body armor.”

“Then think of me as your teammate. Your other half. We don’t separate, okay?”

Fine then. I’ll just kill them all. Anyone who touches her. “…Okay.”

She relaxes, and opens the hotel room door. He shakes his head, amazed at her calm, and guides her down the hallway, his hand on the small of her back. She’s in black lace, a superb Valentino cocktail dress, and the heat of her skin through the fabric only amplifies his protective rage.

“Do they serve breakfast on the flight?” she asks.

“We’re taking a private jet. They serve anything you like.”

“Good. You should eat something. You’ve been pacing around all morning.”

“What about you? Do you…eat?”

She thinks for a moment and replies, “I’m not hungry, but I’m not repulsed by the idea. I imagine I could if I wanted to.”

Once they’ve boarded, he orders her favorite breakfast of French toast and strawberries. He hasn’t forgotten. Even though there’s no hunger, it feels good to eat again, especially while flying over the sunlit Spanish countryside, reclining on quilted leather. She savors every sensation. But she can’t help being a little distracted by the anger still coursing through him, intensified by black coffee.

When she’s done, he clears his throat. “So how does the invulnerability work? Is it just bullets, or all forms of damage? Knives, for example?”

“The rocks didn’t cut my feet when I was running barefoot last night.”

“What if someone put you in a chokehold? Do you need oxygen to the brain?”

“I’m not sure.”

“…We’ll need to know very soon.”

“Well in that case, let’s test it.”

“I-what?”

“You could choke me.”

***

“Choke me, John.”

They were on her couch, after having dinner with her friends. He already had a hand up her skirt and towered above her with a knee pressed into either side of her hips.

He hesitated. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you don’t have to, silly.” She dropped the playfulness for a moment. “Is that not something that appeals to you?”

“No.” He’d suddenly gone very stiff, and not in the ideal places.

“That’s okay. Hey, I’m sorry if I brought up something unpleasant. It’s not important what we do. Being with you is enough.”

He laid back against the cushions, clearly trying to push the “something unpleasant” out of his thoughts and failing. He managed to say, “Your friends would be pretty shocked to hear me refuse that request.”

Helen laughed. Her friend Mindy had made a risqué joke about how wild he must be in bed. Like everyone else, she was taken in by his imposing figure, his rumblingly deep voice, his confident motions and the vice grip that closed too tight on the back of Helen’s chair when someone made her uncomfortable. “You are far sweeter than you let on with other people. I understand and I love that about you.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not just that I have a taste for…gentler forms of intimacy. And I don’t…I don’t mean to say that aggression can’t be sweet.” He was having trouble speaking. She waited. “I don’t want that image in my head. Of my hands around your neck. Not ever. If you understood what that image means to me…that act and you don’t belong in the same world.”

“Then help me understand.” But that wouldn’t be the night he told her. After his first refusal, she let it drop and just tried to bring him back to himself. She didn’t yet know exactly what was bothering him so much. She knew only enough to make out that there was violence in his past, and perhaps in his present, and that was enough to make her concerned for him.

It was also enough to teach her how to interact with him. She learned quickly that they could be rough together, he could take her hard and fast, he was honored by her trust in him. But any play that placed her in the role of masochist at best turned him off and at worst sent him spiraling. It wasn’t that he lacked dominance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want power over her body. It was just that power never seemed to translate into violence. Not even play-pretend violence. Not with her, even if she wanted it. Violence…that was reserved for others.

***

“Choke him, Jardani. Until he’s dead.”

The little boy refused to let his voice break. “I don’t want to.” He was about ten, though he doesn’t remember exactly now.

The Director repeated his words, tutting. “You don’t want to. Tsk.” She had placed a viper in the cage with his pet pigeon. He grabbed him quickly enough, and clutched him just below the base of the skull between his fingers. But he was being trained as an assassin, and assassins do not just grab their prey to hold it firmly by the base of the skull. “Then let him go back in the cage.”

“I would like…to put him outside.”

She laughed uproariously. “That’s not one of the options I’m giving you. Sometimes, life doesn’t give you any options you like, boy. Kill him, or let him go back in the cage and eat his fill.”

He could feel the snake’s strangely malleable throat thrumming against his flesh as he turned his head and flicked his tongue, desperate to escape. Jardani hesitated.

“Too late.” The Director smacked his wrist, hard, forcing his fingers to splay open. The viper fell back to the floor of the birdcage, momentarily stunned. She closed it and dragged him away, his arms twisted together behind his back in a single one of her hands. “Stand still and watch.” He let his body go slack and she released him. The viper, rapidly recovering its strength, sprung forward and sunk fangs into the fluffy white breast that Jardani had so often cradled to his cheek. Red, seeping from the wound. Her body, thrashing as if in seizure. And The Director, standing above him.

In a moment of blind rage, he lunged at her throat. He was already well trained enough to make contact with her collarbone before she flipped him to the ground. Panting above him, she praised his outburst. “Good. You’ll do so well in this world.”

“I loved that bird,” he grunted from underneath her shoulder, seething. “She was my friend.”

“Love? I’ll tell you what love is. Love is a stranger’s body hitting the floor. We kill strangers so we don’t have to kill the ones we love. If you love anything in this world, kill the first thing that tries to take it from you. An enemy, a bystander, even someone you are sworn to. It doesn’t matter. Kill, without hesitation. That is love. If you loved her, that’s what you would have done.”

***

“I don’t want to choke you. I want to choke the people who would ever try to choke you. You know that.”

“You don’t have to. But I want to put it on the table. You’re not doing violence against me, you’re getting information to protect me. And you won’t hurt me, things are different from when I was alive. I think there would be some value in understanding viscerally that I can’t be harmed. I can see you spiraling, John. You’re afraid for me. I don’t want that to run you right now.”

He sighs, considering.

Again, “You don’t have to. I could just hold my breath.”

He glances around, checking for any sign of the flight attendant, but the coast is clear. Finally, he takes her hand and places it over his left wrist. “If you feel yourself losing consciousness, tap.”

The light from the jet’s porthole is pouring across them, warming them both with the brilliance of white clouds stretching into an endless beyond. As he leans forward, his shadow falls over her, creating a patch of chill, as slivers of sun burn white at the edges of his dark hair. Slowly, his free hand moves to her neck. Her eyes are locked onto his, completely peaceful and trusting. She’s so fragile, and his palm is massive. There’s the small lump of her voice box, the hard but so-brittle ridges of the cervical spine. He knows where to press to shatter them. His thumb on one side and fingers on the other find the pulse of her carotid arteries, and gradually they squeeze, severing blood flow. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Her face is white but completely alert, still smiling at him in reassurance.

His touch feels so strange, dizzying and cold but completely incapable of rendering her unconscious. He’s so powerful. She can feel his pulse too, through his fingertips. He’s shaking in every part of his body except this arm, where he maintains perfect control of his muscles, terrified to slip and hurt her.

Severed blood flow does nothing then. What about total asphyxiation? It doesn’t really add anything, but now that he’s here… Another slow, small movement compresses her trachea.

She can feel the walls of her throat touch together. Thirty seconds. Forty seconds. Sixty seconds. Ninety seconds. Seconds stretch into minutes. She’s not breathing at all. But she basks in the pressure of his touch, and the way his emotions are gradually changing in flavor. He hasn’t realized it yet, but he’s hard, and she can feel it. The blood that can’t reach her brain is pounding in her pelvis.

She’s still beaming up at him, her lips slightly parted. He realizes that he hasn’t been breathing much either and exhales in relief. There is her life, in his hand, her bloodless, airless, undead, unkillable, willful life. And there’s nothing he can do that will go wrong, and even if there was, he would not do it. His hand is not murdering her. It’s framing her face, adorning her like a necklace, hugging her, supporting and directing her head. It looks good on her. So affectionate, pressing into her so deeply. Expressing his love for her without killing. He feels strong, he feels beautiful, he feels in control of himself. He feels almost worthy of her trust. This…this is what she wanted to show him.

With her hand still resting gently on his wrist, and her smile still radiant, he leans forward and tilts her mouth to his.

#john wick #jardani jovonovich #john wick fanfic #john x helen #asphyxia #breathplay #choking #tw animal death #assassin whump #hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #ao3 crosspost

[lifewithaview]

Malcolm Barrett, Abigail Spencer, and Matt Lanter in Timeless (2016) Atomic City

S1E3

Agent Christopher wants team Wyatt to eliminate Rufus's coworker Anthony, whom Flynn abducted while stealing the time machine. They only can track them to 1962 (in or around) Las Vegas, when atomic tests were routine near the future Sin city. Only posing as staff on site at a mob casino, they work out Flynn targets John F. Kennedy and mob king Sam Giancana's mistress Judith Campbell, and after she betrays Wyatt and escapes, realize that Flynn blackmails her, using intimate photographs, to help steal a plutonium core. Her fling with the Air Force base general enables her to access a secure nuclear facility. Shocked, Rufus finds that Anthony is Flynn's willing collaborator, working to destroy Rittenhouse, not why. Anthony seemingly hands the core to Rufus, who prevents Wyatt from killing him, but it's a decoy while Flynn escapes with the real core. Wyatt sends a telegram to his wife in fifty years, attempting to save her life in 2012, in vain. Upon their return to the present, Wyatt covers up Rufus' protection of Anthony; Lucy tells her patient fiance Noah that she needs time, hence moves to her mother's to clear her head. In the Nevada desert, Flynn and Anthony dig up the plutonium core, which they buried to avoid risky time-travel with it.

*Though they had divorced by the time she met JFK, Judith Campbell, the historical figure played by Elena Satine, was married to actor William Campbell, a recognizable face to Star Trek (1966) fans as the Q-like being Trelane in "The Squire of Gothos (1967)" and Klingon captain Koloth in "The Trouble with Tribbles (1967)".

#Timeless #tv series #Atomic City #S1E3 #action #scifi #drama #time travel #1962 #Las Vegas #Malcolm Barrett #Abigail Spencer #Matt Lanter #Rittenhouse #bomb #history #JFK #Judith Campbell #just watched

[classified-bluerose]

FAVOURITE TAYLOR LYRICS FROM EVERY ALBUM - SPEAK NOW

1. and i remember that fight, two-thirty a.m, when everything was slipping right out of our hands // mine

2. drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain // sparks fly

3. i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right, and how you held me in your arms that september night, the first time you ever saw me cry // back to december

4. i hear the preacher say, 'speak now, or forever hold your peace', there's the silence, there's my last chance, i stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me... horrified looks from everyone in the room, but i'm only looking at you // speak now

5. you are an expert at sorry, and keeping lines blurry, never impressed by me acing your tests // dear john

6. all you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean // mean

7. the battle's in your hands now, but i would lay my armour down if you said you'd rather love than fight, so many things that you wish i knew but the story of us might be ending soon // the story of us

8. so i tuck myself in, and turn my nightlight on // never grow up

9. please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you // enchanted

10. but sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go // better than revenge

11. time turns flame to embers, you'll have new septembers, every one of us has messed up too // innocent

12. he will try to take away my pain, and he just might make me smile, but the whole time i'm wishing it was you instead // haunted

13. you can plan for a change in the weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind // last kiss

14. and the cynics were outraged, screaming 'this is absurd!', 'cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world // long live

15. your hands are tough but they are where mine belong, and, i'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you // ours

16. he's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition // superman

FROM THE VAULT:

17. i'm trying hard not to look like i'm trying, 'cause every time i tried hard for love it fell apart // electric touch ft. fall out boy

18. and all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had the chance to love her // when emma falls in love

19. i can see you, in your suit and your necktie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight' // i can see you

20. i held that grudge, 'til it tore me apart. power went to my head and i couldn't stop, ones i loved tried to help so i ran them off//my foes and friends watched my reign end, i don't know how it could have ended this way. smoke billows from my ships in the harbour, people look at me like i'm a monster, now they're screaming at the palace front gates used to chant my name now they're screaming that they hate me, never wanted you to hate me // castles crumbling ft. hayley williams

21. you know how to keep me waiting, i know how to act like i'm fine, don't know what to call this situation, but i know i can't call you mine // foolish one

22. as i started looking 'round at these precious things that time forgot// if i first saw your face in the 1500's, off in a foreign land, and i was forced to marry another man, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless // timeless

#personall~ #taylor swift #taylor alison swift #taylor swift lyrics #speak now #speak now taylor’s version #hayley williams #fall out boy

[shaunabutcher]

you guys can ignore this but i wanted to get this off my chest SO i can come back to this and see if i was close and tick any off my list when the episode actually airs in october!

here are my centenary special theories for thasmin & thirteen and other stuff to come:

1. thasmin WILL kiss, under the circumstance that yaz will possibly die. more specifically - yaz will be dying & the doctor will save her with the ‘kiss of life’

2. yaz gets left behind by the doctor

3. graham & dan will team up (leading up to a big finish spin off for them both), graham will get a few lines at best to keep the tradition of “the first face this face saw”

4. the master will plot against the doctor with the daleks and cybermen, but surely enough be on her side again before she dies (a call back to missy or the arc missy had) and we see him help her get through whatever the time lords have planned for her before it’s the last time we ever see of both regenerations

5. this one is more wishful thinking, but the identity of bel + vinder will be properly revealed and to why and where they tie in for the timeless child arc & the doctor. and we’ll find out what link bel’s pregnancy has to the story

6. we will see thirteen regenerate alone & she will regenerate back into DT. whatever happens that ‘ties’ up the timeless child arc will lead to the 60th anniversary, we will see the consequences of whatever happens in the centenary. the master and the celestial toymaker will be a huge part of this

7. another wishful thinking one and one which i very much doubt we will get, but we see a glimpse of what the doctor & yaz could’ve had if they had enough time. sort of like in the episode ‘the family of blood’ where joan redfern is shown a married life with john smith (which was actually shown by the doctor through contact)

8. ruth/fugitive!doctor will return with a MUCH bigger role. so will tecteun, we will see both of them face off. swarm and azure will be back too.

9. yaz & ace + tegan will all have a talk, comforting yaz into the possibility of life without the doctor. similiar to sarah jane/rose & jack/yaz in rotd.

10. this is a crazy one but, the master will turn yaz against the doctor. and most of the episode will show the doctor fighting for yaz’s life/soul to be returned. the master uses the doctor and yaz’s love for each other against them.

i’ll probably add more to this list as the months pass by but tiny disclaimer, these are all theories i’ve made links to by what we already know and what we’ve already seen! most of these are really general, tbh. so let me know if you guys see any of these happening.

#doctor who #thasmin #dw theories #thasmin kiss is n.1 #only bcuz of mandips enthusiasm of the kiss #centenary special #thoschei #ace #tegan #chibnall

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Do you have a favorite Easter film? I have a few.

For Kids of all ages: The Easter Promise

This sweet movie, The Easter Promise, (I think of it as: The Passion of the Christ for kids, broke my heart 💔 in the best possible way. I'm ashamed to admit that prior to seeing this simple cartoon, I had never given thought to the horrors children witnessed as they watched an innocent man carry his cross through the streets of Jerusalem to Calvary.

"Set in the historically rich city of Jerusalem, the story follows a wide-eyed dreamer, Jerem, his spirited sister Elizabeth and cousin Samuel on their quest to save a king.

Jerem has always dreamed of being a great soldier for a king despite the fact that no one seemed to take him seriously. That is until Jerem met two mysterious pharisees who promise to make his dream come true for a price. A price Jerem soon realizes he is not willing to pay.

While Jerem is following his dream the evil merchant Haman and his wisecracking associates Dorcus and Gyrus are following him. Haman has other plans for Jerem, Elizabeth and Samuel. The kids are soon faced with tough decisions and tougher challenges as they try to serve their new "King".

With a delightful mix of breath-taking animation, believable characters,superb original music and playful humor, "THE EASTER PROMISE", will leave viewers asking for more."

Songs from The Easter Promise:

Little Elizabeth's tear jerker, "Please Tell Me Why," is the 4th song

The Easter Promise Part 1 of 4

The Easter Promise Part 2 of 4

The Easter Promise Part 3 of 4

The Easter Promise Part 4 of 4

For Adults

Movie Clips

#1 Passion of the Christ

The acting is superb. I'll never get over the way Mel Gibson and the actors portrayed the special bond between Jesus Christ and his mother Mary 😭. The actor who portrayed the Apostle John had no lines in this film and yet his performance also leaves me in tears.

#2 Charlton Heston in Ben Hur

Timeless.

#3 The Young Messiah

Parenting the King of Kings:

Boy Jesus playing with his toy: "I was praying--- and playing. I'm sorry, I was supposed to help James."😭

Joseph: "Your questions are the questions of a child, but the answers are the answers for a man."

#4 The Nativity Story

How it all began.

#5 RISEN

#The Easter Promise #the passion of the christ #Ben Hur #The Young Messiah #The Nativity Story #he's not dead #He's Alive #Risen #the tomb is empty #good friday