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agir1ukn0w · 5 months
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sorry but snow is such a well written iconic villain and donald sutherland performs him so fucking good it's almost hilarious how i start practically foaming at the mouth every time the man opens his mouth to say something deplorable in those movies, like he's so utterly and despicably wrong about almost every crucial thing from katniss and peeta's relationship to human nature as a whole and yet the second he starts talking about how hope is the only thing stronger than fear and how you have to allow a little hope but control it so its spark doesn't grow into revolution and how it's the things we love the most that destroy us you bet your ass i am on the floor screaming crying throwing up because that is my psychotic mustache-twirling villain RIGHT THERE
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Hope. It it the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.
THE HUNGER GAMES — 2012, dir. Gary Ross
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goodnightmemes · 1 year
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THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns / terms / tense as needed!
❛ It’s okay. You were just dreaming, you were dreaming. ❜
❛ We could do it, you know? Take off. Live in the woods. ❜
❛ They'd catch us. Cut out our tongues or worse. ❜
❛ I'm never having kids. ❜
❛ You need to get out of here. ❜
❛ Shh, I don't have much time. ❜
❛ No matter what you feel, you will be there for her. Do you understand? ❜
❛ Don't cry. Don't. ❜
❛ You're stronger than they are. You are. ❜
❛ They just want a good show. That's all they want. ❜
❛ You know if you don't want to talk, I understand. But I just don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little bit of help. ❜
❛ Embrace the probability of your imminent death; and know, in your heart, that there's nothing I can do to save you. ❜
❛ Now that's a good way to get killed. ❜
❛ Oh! Joy. Why don't you join us? I'm just giving some life-saving advice. ❜
❛ Give me a chance to wake up sweetheart. ❜
❛ That is mahogany! ❜
❛ You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you. Oh! Not what you were expecting. ❜
❛ Some water, a knife or even some matches can mean the difference between life and death. ❜
❛ That was one of the bravest things I've ever seen. ❜
❛ I'm sorry that this happened to you. And I'm here to help you in any way I can. ❜
❛ I'm gonna do something that they're gonna remember. ❜
❛ We are all anybody's going to be talking about! ❜
❛ Exposure can kill as easily as a knife. ❜
❛ They can be arrogant. And arrogance can be a big problem. ❜
❛ I hear you can shoot. ❜
❛ I have no chance of winning. None! ❜
❛ Those guys are looking at you like you're a meal. ❜
❛ I think you have a shadow. ❜
❛ Make sure they remember you. ❜
❛ Thank you, for your consideration. ❜
❛ You realize that your actions reflect badly on all of us, not just you. ❜
❛ I hope you noticed, we have a serious situation. ❜
❛ Loosen your corset and have a drink. ❜
❛ I would have given anything to see it. ❜
❛ I thought they hated me. ❜
❛ They must have liked your guts. ❜
❛ Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. ❜
❛ A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. Spark is fine, as long as it's contained. ❜
❛ Don't you know how beautiful you look? ❜
❛ I don't know how to make people like me. How do you make people like you? ❜
❛ Just be yourself. I'll be there the whole time, and just pretend you're talking to me. ❜
❛ I think someone here is a little nervous. ❜
❛ So, tell me. Is there a special girl back home? ❜
❛ Well, that's bad luck. ❜
❛ What the hell was that?! You don't talk to me and then you say you have a crush on me? ❜
❛ He made me look weak. ❜
❛ He made you look desirable. Which in your case, can't hurt sweetheart! ❜
❛ We are not star-crossed lovers. ❜
❛ Manners! ❜
❛ Can't sleep? ❜
❛ I just don’t want them to change me. ❜
❛ I just don't wanna be another piece in their game, you know? ❜
❛ I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. ❜
❛ If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. ❜
❛ I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I'd bet on you. ❜
❛ You sure she went this way? ❜
❛ Are you sure we shouldn't just kill him now? ❜
❛ Let's just wait her out. ❜
❛ Run! Damn it. Go! ❜
❛ Get out of here! What're you doing? Go! ❜
❛ Don't just sit there! Look at me! ❜
❛ It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. ❜
❛ How long was I asleep? ❜
❛ So what happened when I was out? ❜
❛ Is all that true? You and him. ❜
❛ That sounds tempting. ❜
❛ We need a signal, in case one of us gets held up. ❜
❛ We're gonna be okay. ❜
❛ I wanna see if she's gonna figure out this booby trap. ❜
❛ It's okay. You're okay. You're alright. ❜
❛ You have to win. ❜
❛ Can you sing? ❜
❛ Don't kill her. You'd just create a martyr. ❜
❛ I know you know how to handle a mob, you've done it before. ❜
❛ If you can't scare them. Give them something to root for. ❜
❛ Everyone likes an underdog. ❜
❛ There are lots of underdogs. And I think if you could see them, you would root for them either. ❜
❛ I like you, be careful. ❜
❛ It's bad, huh? ❜
❛ I'm not gonna leave you! I'm not gonna do that. ❜
❛ We'll figure something out. ❜
❛ You feel hot. ❜
❛ I remember the first time I saw you. ❜
❛ Well, say something. ❜
❛ I'm not good at saying something. ❜
❛ You're not going alone. ❜
❛ You're not gonna risk your life for me. I'm not gonna let you. ❜
❛ You would do it for me, wouldn't you? ❜
❛ Now there's no way I'm letting you go. ❜
❛ Please. Stay. ❜
❛ It's too bad that you couldn't help your little friend. ❜
❛ Well, we killed her. And now, we're gonna kill you. ❜
❛ You shouldn't have gone. You said you weren't gonna go. ❜
❛ We could go home. ❜
❛ We should probably hunt around here. We don't have any food left. ❜
❛ That's nightlock! You'd be dead in a minute! ❜
❛ You scared me to death. Damn you. ❜
❛ I never even knew she was following me. ❜
❛ Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I didn't know that until now. ❜
❛ I can still do it. One more kill. It's the only thing I know how to do. ❜
❛ One of us has to die. They have to have their victor. ❜
❛ Trust me. ❜
❛ They're not happy with you. ❜
❛ Well, I'm sorry it didn't go the way they planned. You know I'm not very happy with them either. ❜
❛ This is serious. Not just for you. They don't take these things lightly. ❜
❛ When they ask, you say you couldn't help yourself. ❜
❛ So what happens when we get back? ❜
❛ I guess we try to forget. ❜
❛ I don't wanna forget. ❜
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camyfilms · 1 year
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THE HUNGER GAMES 2012
Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.
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2022 Fic Year in Review
Total Word Count: 89,420 (new fics and wip updates; does not include stuff I’ve written but not posted)
I'm always surprised when I do a tally at the end of the year and see just how many words/stories I've written; it never feels like very much but it's always more than I expected. I also wrote a lot of Erik/Shaw and Erik/Other this year, and a lot a lot of bottom!Erik lol. Who knew I would fall in love with omega!Erik 10 years into this fandom? :D :D :D
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Cherik
Bad Love (a/o, infidelity, just an excuse to write morally dubious pwp)
Summary: Out celebrating with his colleagues, Erik finds himself enthralled by a sinfully gorgeous omega named Francis.
Trust Me (At Your Own Peril) (dark!Charles mind whammies everyone including Erik)
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr – Shaw’s ward, lover and most potent killer, warped from a young age and tragic circumstances to follow him obediently and without question. It really was a thing of beauty, how Shaw was able to shape Lehnsherr into a finely honed weapon, with nothing but blunt and clumsy tools like fear and intimidation.
But Charles would make Erik love him, and own him utterly in a way that Shaw could never hope to accomplish.
never give all the heart, for love (these stars were meant to burn remix) (regency era, prostitute au!)
Summary: Charles Xavier is the most sought after courtesan of White Manor, New York's top brothel catering to the city's wealthy elite. Erik Lehnsherr is a businessman newly arrived from Kraków, who sees Charles from afar at a party hosted by General Stryker. His attraction to the omega is immediate and all-encompassing, and when they finally meet, sparks fly between two people who deem themselves too pragmatic to fall in love.
CX-01 (Learning Remix) (android au where everyone deals poorly with the real Charles' death)
Summary: Charles’ unexpected death has a profound effect on the people he loves.
Each of them deal with it in surprising - and sometimes unhealthy - ways.
Lies We Tell (prisoner!Erik + psychiatrist!Charles au with a dark!Erik this time)
Summary: Dr. Charles Xavier thinks he knows everything there is to know about Erik Lehnsherr - renowned terrorist, fellow mutant, and his patient of the past six months. Their relationship blossoms into something intimate and wholly unexpected, and Charles finds himself fantasizing about a life at Erik's side.
When it happens, it's nothing at all like he imagined.
Erik/Shaw, Erik/Other
Forbidden Fruit (Erik Lehnsherr/Sebastian Shaw, master/servant regency au)
Summary: Erik and his mother Edie live and work at Bridlemere, stately home of the wealthy and charismatic Sebastian Shaw. Things take a dramatic turn when the Master makes his interest in Erik - and his intentions - known.
In Your Mind, Where I Belong (Erik Lehnsherr/Sebastian Shaw, XMFC au where Emma knocks Erik unconscious instead of overboard)
Summary: Erik wakes up on the Caspartina after his attempt on Shaw's life goes dangerously awry.
Between Brothers (Erik Lehnsherr/Sebastian Shaw, regency au where omega Erik finds out his new alpha has a twin aka dirty pwp)
Summary: Erik is newly married to Sebastian Shaw, the wealthy owner of Hatfield Manor. He knows that Sebastian has a brother named Klaus; he does not know that they are identical twins, or that the brothers have a complicated history of sharing everything in their lives.
Wicked Vice, Secret Indulgence (Erik Lehnsherr/William Stryker, very dirtybadpornz, my favorite kind lol) - chapter update
Summary: Stryker is a human who hates all mutants. Erik is his favorite mutant whore.
The Kindness of Strangers (Erik Lehnsherr/Other, exactly what the summary says)
Summary: Erik is a teenage runaway who has to rely on the 'kindness' of strangers.
City of Light (Erik Lehnsherr/Other, part of my Legacy of Sin series with omega!Erik)
Summary: Shinobi takes Erik to Paris for a romantic getaway.
Little Girl Lost (Erik Lehnsherr/Wanda Maximoff,part of my Legacy of Sin series with omega!Erik)
Summary: Wanda's feelings for her bearer are complicated. Her feelings for her twin are not.
Fathers and Sons (Erik Lehnsherr/Other, part of my Legacy of Sin series with omega!Erik)
Summary: Sebastian Shaw leaves a permanent mark on the lives of his children, none more so than on Shinobi and Jacob. That doesn't change even after his untimely death.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold (Erik Lehnsherr/Brian Xavier)
Summary: Erik is 'Maxine, Mistress of Magnetism' and the star of the New York's most popular drag show. He catches the eye of wealthy industrialist Brian Xavier and gets an offer he can't refuse.
Patterns Repeating (Erik Lehnsherr/Other, part of my Legacy of Sin series with omega!Erik)
Summary: Sebastian has been dead now for almost three years, and Erik is finally settled - and happy - in his life with Shinobi and the rest of the children. But the growing bond between Erik and Jacob takes them down a painfully familiar path, and threatens to up-end the uneasy peace between the eldest Shaw siblings.
Charles/Shaw, Charles/Other
Your Rightful Place (Sebastian Shaw/Charles Xavier, Cherik, fantasy/historical a/o au) - multi-chapter update
Summary: Sebastian Shaw attacks the kingdom of Genosha while its monarch Erik Lehnsherr is away at war, capturing omega Consort Charles Xavier as he flees with his subjects towards Westchester.
Shaw is determined to right a perceived wrong by taking an unwilling Charles as his mate.
Oh Daddy (Jakob Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, modern au, written because there are so few Jakob/Charles fics in this fandom and it's a damn shame)
Summary: Charles has always been attracted to his best friend's father. A slip of the tongue leads to the revelation that Jakob feels the same way.
Want You To Want Me (Jakob Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, as above)
Summary: Charles embarks on a new relationship with his best friend's father.
Winds of Misfortune (Sebastian Shaw/Charles Xavier, rule 63, WW1 era au)
Summary: When Erik Lehnsherr heads overseas to join the War effort, he leaves his beloved wife Charlotte and daughter Anya in the trusted care of his friend and landlord Sebastian Shaw. An incident of mistaken identity has an an injured and amnesiac Erik presumed dead, which leaves his family destitute when his company and assets are taken over by the government. To keep Anya enrolled at the prestigious Genoshan Academy for Girls boarding school, Charlotte is forced to sell all her jewelry and personal items, and when that's not enough, work as a maid for Shaw to pay for both her own room and board and her daughter's tuition.
Shaw takes advantage of her desperate circumstances to make Charlotte his own...
Lives Lived For You (En Sabah Nur/Charles Xavier, XMA canon divergent au)
Summary: After a thousand lifetimes, En Sabah Nur rediscovers his long lost love.
Ficlets
AU-gust Challenge 2022
Summary: X-Men AUs with various pairings.
The Hideaway
Chapters 42 and 43 added
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Yosemite Sam: Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.
Montana Max: [confused] So...
Sam: So, contain it!
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kazmord · 2 years
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Famous movie quotes
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Tyler Durden
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? – Movie “What a girl wants”
“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Rafiki, from The Lion King
“ If we didn’t do what we loved, we wouldn’t exist.” – Adonis, Creed II
“At some point you’ve got to decide for yourself who you gonna be. Can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” – Juan, Moonlight
“You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.” – “American Hustle
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – From Moulin Rouge”
“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. – Good Will Hunting
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
“Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one…the day you die.” – American Beauty
“Every man dies, not every man really lives.” – Braveheart
“The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.” – Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…stranger.” – The Dark Knight, The Joker
“When you decide to be something, you can be it.” – Frank Costello, The Departed
“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner
“Nobody’s perfect.” – Some Like It Hot
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” Anthony Perkins, Psycho
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society
“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.” – President Snow, The Hunger Games
“If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world.” – Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master
“Now you’re looking for the secret, but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled.” – The Prestige
“To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people!” – A Fish Called Wanda
“We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.” – Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator
“There’s no place like home.” The Wizard of Oz
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lifelighttheauthor · 2 years
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30 Classic Manly Movie Quotes
“They may take our lives, but they will never take… our FREEDOM!” – Braveheart
“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner
“There’s no place like home.” The Wizard of Oz
“ If we didn’t do what we loved, we wouldn’t exist.” – Adonis, Creed II
“When you decide to be something, you can be it.” – Frank Costello, The Departed
Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. – Heath Ledger, 10 Things I Hate About You
“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Rafiki, from The Lion King
“To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people!” – A Fish Called Wanda
“Now you’re looking for the secret, but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled.” – The Prestige
Do, or do not. There is no “try”. – Yoda, Star Wars
Love cannot be found where it doesn’t exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does. – David Schwimmer, Kissing a Fool
“The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.” – Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.” – President Snow, The Hunger Games
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Tyler Durden
“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. – Good Will Hunting
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
“At some point you’ve got to decide for yourself who you gonna be. Can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” – Juan, Moonlight
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – From Moulin Rouge”
“If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world.” – Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? – Movie “What a girl wants”
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society
“You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.” – “American Hustle
“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…stranger.” – The Dark Knight, The Joker
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” Anthony Perkins, Psycho
“Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one…the day you die.” – American Beauty
“Every man dies, not every man really lives.” – Braveheart
“We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.” – Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator
“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
“Nobody’s perfect.” – Some Like It Hot
“They may take our lives, but they will never take… our FREEDOM!” – Braveheart
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“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is just fine as long as its contained.”
― Robert Ludlum
- Callisto Chloris Angel Avery - Née le 12 mars 2006  - Morte le 25 décembre 2015 - Originals - Anglo-américaine - Sang-Pur - Fourchelang  - Jade Weber. ~ Fille de Romulus et Venus Avery, née Santiago ~ Petite soeur d'Euryale, Justice, Phyllis et Callisto Avery ~ Nièce de Jake, Hypnos et Ganymede Santiago ~ Nièce par alliance de Calista Rowle, Cérès Dolman et Héra Dorkins ~ Cousine d'Amy, Narcissa, Phoebus, Hermes et Asterion Santiago
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hunterxfics · 2 years
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Famous movie quotes to brighten your day
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Tyler Durden
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? – Movie “What a girl wants”
“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Rafiki, from The Lion King
“ If we didn’t do what we loved, we wouldn’t exist.” – Adonis, Creed II
“At some point you’ve got to decide for yourself who you gonna be. Can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” – Juan, Moonlight
“You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.” – “American Hustle
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – From Moulin Rouge”
“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. – Good Will Hunting
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
“Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one…the day you die.” – American Beauty
“Every man dies, not every man really lives.” – Braveheart
“The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.” – Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…stranger.” – The Dark Knight, The Joker
“When you decide to be something, you can be it.” – Frank Costello, The Departed
“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner
“Nobody’s perfect.” – Some Like It Hot
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” Anthony Perkins, Psycho
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society
“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.” – President Snow, The Hunger Games
“If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world.” – Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master
“Now you’re looking for the secret, but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled.” – The Prestige
“To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people!” – A Fish Called Wanda
“We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery.” – Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator
“There’s no place like home.” The Wizard of Oz
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djiris · 2 years
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21 Classic Manly Movie Quotes
“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…stranger.” – The Dark Knight, The Joker
“Nobody’s perfect.” – Some Like It Hot
“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner
“At some point you’ve got to decide for yourself who you gonna be. Can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” – Juan, Moonlight
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Tyler Durden
“ If we didn’t do what we loved, we wouldn’t exist.” – Adonis, Creed II
“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Rafiki, from The Lion King
“Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one…the day you die.” – American Beauty
“If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world.” – Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master
“Every man dies, not every man really lives.” – Braveheart
“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. – Good Will Hunting
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – From Moulin Rouge”
“You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.” – “American Hustle
“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” Anthony Perkins, Psycho
“The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.” – Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? – Movie “What a girl wants”
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.” – President Snow, The Hunger Games
“When you decide to be something, you can be it.” – Frank Costello, The Departed
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bloodyjokesworld · 2 years
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20 Classic Manly Movie Quotes
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out? – Movie “What a girl wants”
“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. – Good Will Hunting
“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…stranger.” – The Dark Knight, The Joker
“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” Anthony Perkins, Psycho
“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.” – President Snow, The Hunger Games
“ If we didn’t do what we loved, we wouldn’t exist.” – Adonis, Creed II
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Tyler Durden
“Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one…the day you die.” – American Beauty
“Every man dies, not every man really lives.” – Braveheart
“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Rafiki, from The Lion King
“At some point you’ve got to decide for yourself who you gonna be. Can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” – Juan, Moonlight
“If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world.” – Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. – From Moulin Rouge”
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society
“The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.” – Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
“When you decide to be something, you can be it.” – Frank Costello, The Departed
“You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.” – “American Hustle
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Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained. The Hunger Games 2012, dir. Gary Ross
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nillabeam · 4 years
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strange magic
synopsis: sex pollen quirk? sounds fake. until you realize it isn’t. it’s totally real. not only is it totally real but it’s effecting you AND your fellow pro hero, Ground Zero. 
pairings: bakugoxf!reader
warnings: it’s smut so 18+, language but that’s a given, slight violence and a brief blood mention, characters are also aged up
a/n: based on this request!! it’s a lot different than libido in terms of like, content lmao, but the situation is similar sort of?? idk hopefully it’s not completely terrible bc i felt like i was a bit rusty writing this?? also excuse my overall writing ability and bad grammar <333 also there’s like a little tiny bit of fluff at the end!!! 
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“Give up already!” 
Ground Zero barks, threatening sparks emitting from his palms. He was standing a few feet away from a woman, hysterical and clearly enraged by something he honestly didn’t care enough about to remember. Something about a cheating husband, maybe? Whatever, one thing he did know was that this lady just stabbed a guy in the middle of a popular park and if he didn’t hurry the poor cheating bastard would be dead soon. 
The woman pressed her heel into the victims chest, he yelped pathetically in response. “I said get away from me! This son of a bitch is going to get everything he deserves!” 
“Not happenin’ lady. Bastard or not you can’t just fucking stab people because you feel like it!” Ground Zero snaps back, he shifts his weight forward. 
“He has to pay! I’ll make him pay!” She screams, turning the knife in her hand, her heel digging further into the victims chest, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Ground Zero had to make his move soon. 
“Shut up and listen! Drop the knife or you’re gonna end up worse than that asshole!” He threatens, muscles tensing, ready to explode forward and overwhelm the woman if she didn’t comply. 
“I’ll slit his goddamn throat don't you da-” She’s interrupted by your hand gripping her wrist bending it backwards in an unnatural direction. The movement makes her cry out and drop the blade. She tries to take the knife back but a swift jab of your elbow to her nose sends her reeling backward onto the floor. 
“You bitch! That really fucking hurt!” Her hands grip her face, trying to suppress the heavy flow of blood now streaming from her broken nose. 
“Shut up! You should have listened to me when you had the chance!” Ground Zero is suddenly beside you, he extends a fist and you meet it with yours, resulting in a friendly fist bump. “Nice elbow, Rookie.” He comments, impressed.
“Nice diversion.” You reply, leaning down to restrain the woman. “The police will be here soon so we should help-” You’re interrupted by a strange purple mist clouding your vision. 
“What the hell is this shit?” Ground Zero asks, fanning his hand in front of his face, trying to push away the mist. “Her quirk?” You suggest, landing a quick precise blow to the woman’s neck, incapacitating her. The mist dissipates, having only reached you and the other hero. 
“Hope it’s not some kind of defensive response. Like poison or something.” You worry for a second before standing, waving the remaining fumes away. “It’ll take more than some fucking purple bullshit to kill me.” You squint your eyes at him, an amused smirk finding your lips. “That sounds like something someone who gets killed by purple bullshit would say.” You quip, amused despite the looming danger of being exposed to an unknown quirk. A devious smirk finds his lips. 
“If it kills me, it’s killing you too so I guess I’ll see you in hell, asshole.” 
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“They said they’ll get back to us once they figure it out. Also they said we can go home but we have to stay put, since we feel okay, oh, and also to call if we suddenly feel like we’re dying.” You explain, clicking the comm. in your ear off. 
“Great. So we can die at home instead.” He mocks, rolling his eyes. You lift your arms above your head to stretch them, sore from a day of hero work. “I’m perfectly fine with going home early, maybe I won’t die and I can catch up on laundry.” You move past him toward the locker rooms, more than ready to change out of your hero costume. 
“Oi, Rookie!” He calls out. 
You turn to face him, still walking backwards toward your destination. 
“Good work today.” 
You can feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment. 
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Once you finally changed into your civilian clothes you walk into the lobby, distracted, hand in your purse fishing for your phone. You smack into something hard. “O-ow.” You mumble, scrunching up your face in discomfort, hand reaching up to rub your nose trying to alleviate some the pain. 
“Watch it, Rookie.” 
The voice is familiar and you realize you’ve hit a person. More specifically, Ground Zero. Or Bakugo, as you knew him when the two of you weren’t busy being heroes. “Bakugo, sorry I was-” You un-scrunch your face so you could see properly. You should have closed your eyes and ran away instead because the sight in front of you would prove to be too much for your stupid brain to handle. 
He stood before you, bag slung easily over his shoulder, the fabric of his expensive looking dress shirt clung perfectly to his impressive chest and biceps. Your eyes trail down the length of his lean body, his other hand shoved into his dress pants, perfectly ironed, and the way they showed off his thick powerful thighs nearly had you drooling. It’s becomes painfully obvious that you’re ogling him. 
You’d forgotten there was a staff meeting earlier that morning and he was dressed nicer than usual. Yet, you’d seen him before all dressed up like this, so why was the sight of him making you feel hot now? 
“My eyes are up here, pervert.” 
His gruff voice snaps you out of your trance, you snap your head up to meet his fierce stare. Your entire face now covered in a thick blush. “I-I wasn’t looking at anything-” You lie, pushing past him. He takes a second to do some looking of his own, his eyes fixed on the swell of your ass as you walk away from him. 
You stand impatiently outside the agency, fiddling with your phone, trying to push the image of Bakugo’s perfect body our of your mind. You take a quick look over your shoulder, making sure the blonde hadn’t followed you out. The sound of a honk made you turn attention to the company car that pulled up ready to take you home and save you from your own embarrassment. 
Sliding into the backseat you offer a nervous smile, “S-Sorry thank you-” You’re interrupted by the force of someone pushing you into the space of the empty seat next to you. “Move over, Rookie.” The voice makes you tense, and you lose your balance falling back awkwardly into the empty seat. Your hands moving to tug the hem of your skirt down as not to expose yourself. 
“W-What?” You sit up properly, adjusting in your seat. “Get your own car.” Your tone laced with false confidence immediately ruined by his ruby orbs peering down on you. 
“Quit whining.” He snaps, shoving you further over with his large frame. “Drive.” He instructs and to your horror the car starts moving. You push against him with both hands, shoving him back over to his side. “Keep your dumb giant body over there.” He lets out an amused ‘tch’ and leans back in his seat. A stretch of awkward silence fills the air and it takes a second for you to relax in your seat. 
There’s an obvious tension between you two, it’s thick and heavy and it makes Bakugo’s chest tighten. He decides against his better judgement, to find out if you were feeling just as fucking needy as he was. 
Bakugo keeps his attention fixed on the window, but experimentally spreads his legs, his knee hitting yours. You take the bait like a fool. Shifting away from him, your mouth opens to lecture him about personal space but your jaw snaps as your eyes fix on the prominent bulge in his slacks. It finally dawns on you that he’s not even hard, he’s just that big. 
“Shit-” You mutter out loud. Panic covers your features at your sudden lack of filter and you force yourself to look up, not surprised that Bakugo’s glaring down at you. “Keep looking at me like that, Princess, and i’ll get the wrong idea.” The pet name makes you rub your legs together in anticipation, why were you being so desperate right now? Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming urge to rip those stupid pants right off of his body and slip his cock in your mouth. 
“I’m not!” You blurt out the obvious lie, covering your flushed face before smacking your head on the window in a feeble attempt to physically knock the sinful thoughts out of your mind. You were finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the man beside you, he let out a dark chuckle at your embarrassment.
You glance over again and he rolls his hips slightly, purposefully, as he notices you sneaking another peek. “Oi!” He grips your face in his hand, roughly squeezing your cheeks together, you whimper at his force and you see his eyes widen a bit at the sound.
“What did I just fucking say, Princess?” You move your hands up to pry at his wrist to loosen his grip but he won’t budge. Your eyes betray you and you look down again. You swear his pants are even tighter then before and your tongue rolls out of your mouth at the sight, practically salivating.
“Oh fuck-“ Bakugo groans unable to keep himself from shoving his fingers into your open mouth. Your mouth shuts immediately and you begin to suck harshly against his slender digits. “Shit, you’re so fucking needy.” He began rhythmically pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag as he reached the back of your throat. You were actually drooling now, all over yourself and his hand, but you continue to take his fingers greedily. They actually tasted better than you could have imagined, they had a slight sugary sweetness to them. 
Pulling his fingers from your warm mouth, he watches as excess saliva drips out, you unable to stop it due to his vice grip on your cheeks. His gaze darkens at the sight and he’s looking at you with a hungry need that makes you rub your legs together. Leaning forward enough to feel his breath fan your face, he smirks darkly, chewing his bottom lip in anticipation. 
“Such a mess for me already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He teases, his nose brushes against yours and you lean forward, whining when he pulls back just enough that he’s just out of reach. You clutch the fabric of his dress shirt in both hands, trying to pull him closer to you. “Bet you’d like that huh, Princess?” he asks, and you can’t help but nod like an idiot. You feel his grip on your face loosen a little. 
His tongue lolls from his mouth slightly, per his instincts and he leans in, unable to control himself any longer, ready to taste that cute mouth of yours when the driver clears his throat rather loudly.  
The two of you freeze, hyperaware of your surroundings. Bakugo pulls his hands away and you nearly fall forward. 
“We’ve arrived, Miss.” 
You wipe the spit off of your face as quickly as you can, and you stare at Bakugo in horror. “I-uh-” Your brain fails you as you try to form coherent sentences. Grabbing your bag from the floor you scramble out of the car shouting a ‘thank you’ to the driver as you leave Bakugo in the car alone, with his lewd thoughts, raging hard on and a very polite driver. 
It takes him a second to snap out of his daze fully and by then he’s already a few blocks down the street. “Fuck-” He grips the passenger and driver side seats and leans forward so he can see the driver. “Stop the fucking car.” The driver looks confused, “S-Sir?” Bakugo is looking over his shoulder through the backseat window and the tightening in his chest worsens as he continues to get further and further away from your apartment. 
“I said stop the fucking car.” He snaps again and the driver begins to slow the vehicle down to stop. But Bakugo being the impatient little shit that he is exits the car before it can even stop properly leaving the driver thoroughly annoyed and maybe a little bit flustered. 
He starts a normal pace once he’s out of the car but it’s not long before he breaks out into a full sprint toward your place. 
You’re clutching your chest, trying to calm yourself, but the urge to slip your hands between your legs to relive some tension overwhelming you. Every time you try to think of something besides the goddamn porno scene in the car your brain throws it right back at you. 
Just as you hike up the front of your skirt ready to finish the job yourself when violent banging on your door makes you scream pathetically in surprise. You throw it open immediately. It’s Bakugo. Thank heavens it’s Bakugo. His face flushed, thin layer of sweat glistening in the afternoon light. 
“You too?” He asks breathlessly. 
“Yeah.” You respond, equally dazed. 
“Fuck.” You say simultaneously.
You blink and his large hands are gripping your biceps to pull you toward himself and his lips crash hungrily against yours. He walks you both forward enough to shut the door behind him with his foot. His hands move to your waist and he spins you both around shoving you back against the door, his palms pressing against it, arms caging you in. 
“What are you doing to me?” He asks, there’s a mixture of jest and seriousness in his voice. He tugs his dress skirt collar open exposing more of his neck and chest in an attempt to cool himself down. 
Now he’s done it. You can’t help yourself any longer, and you lick a hot stripe up his neck, before doubling back to pepper desperate kisses against it. A low throaty groan escapes him and your fingers fumble as you begin to unbutton his dress shirt completely. He watches as you undress him, his tongue darting from between his lips wetting them before he leans down to capture you in another needy kiss.  Shrugging the shirt off of his body, he begins to unbuckle his belt. 
You pull back for air, eyes wandering to his clothed member, eager for to see him, to taste him. He can see it too, the want, the need in your eyes. It matches the look in his own, vermillion and glassy. Your self control wavers again and you drop to your knees pulling his slacks down with a few good tugs, they were as tight as they looked. 
Finally, his cock is free and of course it’s bigger than you thought, you take a moment to admire it before slipping it into your mouth. He hisses at the sudden warmth, both hands tangling into your hair, the dull pain against your scalp elicits a moan and you feel him shudder as he tries to compose himself. 
“Couldn’t wait to suck my-” His breath hitches, an unintentional whimper falling from his lips as you move to take the entirety of him, cheeks hollowing as you greedily suck his cock. His hips rut involuntarily and you gag around him, the feeling of your throat around his aching cock almost send him over the edge. 
Your movements are desperate and sloppy, moaning and mewling against him like his cock is the best thing you've ever tasted. You make eye contact and notice he’s having a hard time keeping his cool. His face flushed a dark pink, panting, low groans falling easily from him lips. 
You’re honestly quite pleased with yourself. 
With a sharp tug he pulls you off of his dick, excess saliva drips from your mouth and you look up at him confused. He presses the pad of his thumb against your tongue and you open your mouth wider for him. 
“You’re being such a greedy little slut.” He comments, a smirk finding his lips, his hands move to grip the front of your dress shirt and he pulls you up off of your knees, tearing the shirt in the process. The second you’re standing he pulls you into another kiss, hot and blistering. His hands searing against the plush skin of your chest, he lingers at the lacy cups of your bra before activating his quirk just enough to burn the fabric away.  The sound startles you a bit but the feeling of his hands expertly kneading at your breasts makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. 
He pulls one hand away replacing it with his lips, when he pulls away to give your other side the same attention his teeth lightly drag against the tender bud forcing a moan to spill from your lips. Your fingers dip down under your skirt to give your mess of a pussy some much needed attention. Your frustration is only made worse when Bakugo catches your wrist in his hand. 
“Did I say you could touch yourself, slut?” He growls, you look up at him, still trying to pry your hand out of his grip. “Then you touch me.” You command weakly, voice dripping with want. 
He can wait, he can. He’s trying to act like he’s completely in control. Like he isn’t burning up with desire, like he can hold out a little longer. 
He can’t. 
“F-Fuck.” He spins you around, pinning you against the door, thankfully you were able to put your hands up to keep from slamming your face into it. He pushes your skirt up and it bunches at your waist, you hear a loud ‘rip’ and he’s tossing what’s left of your panties on the floor. He teases the head of his cock along your dripping slit, you wiggle your ass impatiently. 
He finds purchase on your hips before sliding into your soaking core. “S-So fucking tight, shit..” He mumbles to himself. You cover your mouth stifling a groan as you feel his cock stretch you out. His fingers dig into your hips harder and you’re certain they’ll bruise. He gives a shallow thrust, and you bite your lip to suppress another moan. His hands move to grip your arms where they bend, pulling them back toward him.  
“I want to hear those dirty little moans, Princess.” You can't see his face but you can hear him smirking. You don’t have time to object as he begins thrusting into you, his pace brutal, your legs nearly buckle beneath you. But he’s strong enough to keep you steady. It doesn’t take very long for your orgasm to sneak up on you, each drag of his cock only worsens the feeling of impending pleasure building inside you. “I’m so close..” You whimper breathless, and he adjusts his grip. Both of your wrists are in his hand now, still trapped behind your back, his free hand moving to rub messy circles into your puffy clit pushing you closer and closer to your release. 
“Cum for me, cum all over my cock like a good little slut.” 
His skillful and calculated thrusts, mixed with his fingers teasing your clit and his permission to cum overwhelm you. “F-Fuck, Bakugo!” Your orgasm washes over you more violently than you were expecting, you’re a mess, whining and moaning incoherent praises. The feeling of you constricting so perfectly around his cock has Bakugo not far behind you, he releases your arm, and it hurts to move them, but you press your palms flat against the door as he adjusts himself his grip returning to your hips, his thrusts become more sloppy and erratic as he’s coming undone. 
“S-shit, Princess, I- haah- I’m close.” He nearly whines, you begin to push back against him, doing what you can to match his movements. “Cum inside, Bakugo.” You command, your voice is smooth and breathy. 
“Fuck-” You groan in unison as he fills you with hot ropes of cum, he falls forward a little, one hand on your hip the other against the door to steady himself as he rides out his high, his hips still gingerly thrusting into you. When he’s finished and you’re satisfied and full, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the overstimulation. 
You both take a moment, still processing what happened. Bakugo lets out an amused huff of air and your glance over your shoulder. 
Well this was new. 
Sure, Bakugo knew his recovery time was amazing but never instantaneous. You glance down nervously at his still fully hardened cock, eyes widening at the sight. You dare to meet his gaze, hazy and piercing. 
Without warning, Bakugo slides two fingers into your still dripping cunt, you whimper, pressing against the door with more force. He chuckles darkly and it matches his devilish smirk. You were suddenly hit with the realization that your night was far from over. 
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Princess.” 
 BONUS: 
The two of you lie in bed, exhausted and completely fucked out. You’re nearly asleep, resting comfortably on Bakugo’s firm chest as he rubs slow, soothing circles against your soft skin.  
It’s interrupted by your phone, the loud ring tone makes you both cringe. He reaches to answer it, you open your mouth to object partly since it’s your phone and partly because the loss of contact but honestly you’re too tired to truly argue about it.
“Y/N’s phone.” He answers, voice slightly hoarse. 
“Oh yeah?” He glances at you with a smug smirk. 
“I think we’ve figured that part out-” You put two and two together and realize it's probably someone from the agency informing you on the unknown quirk you were both hit with earlier. 
“Yeah, thanks for nothing.” He says his tone slightly irritated. 
“One more thing, have whatever paperwork I need to document a workplace relationship on my desk in the morning.” He instructs and hangs up the phone. Your eyes widen a little and he thinks it’s cute how hopeful you look. 
You chew your lip a little, “Is that paperwork for us?” You ask weakly, and he rolls over so he’s on top of you, arms caging you in. 
“Of course it is, stupid.” 
Your nervousness disappears the moment his lips meet yours. 
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Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained. So contain it. THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) dir. Gary Ross
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The Darkling x f!oc
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 <you are here> Part 7
Chapter-6: Amplifiers
Chapter Summary: Frustrated with Alina's lack of improvement, the Darkling finally found a way to use her powers for his thirst for revenge.
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The Darkling knew what he had to do, and went to the bitter old woman his mother had become to inform her of such. He still cared about her opinion, no matter how old he’d grown… even if it had bothered him a lot. She wouldn’t react, most likely.
“I have decided to give Alina an amplifier,” He declared once inside the heat of her hut by the lake. “Hopefully we will find the stag.”
Her head snapped in his direction at the mention of the stag. Her dark eyes looked livid. “Of course,” she muttered, half to herself. “I was a fool for thinking for a second that you’d let her have it.”
“The girl is naïve, she can’t control her powers.” He explained. “She will do better with that.”
“I’m not going to let you take control of her powers.” She said with the certainty of a decision. “I know what you are planning to do.”
“How would you?” The Darkling asked, his lips set in a sneer.
“I gave birth to you, boy.” Baghra said. “I know you better than you think I do. She wouldn’t have wanted this.”
“But she isn’t here to stop me now, is she?” Aleksander said. The lump in his throat was suddenly too much. The lakeshore was a bloodbath again. Baghra was silent for too long. “Well?”
“She isn’t,” His mother agreed slowly. “But the least you could do is honor her memory, her mannerisms.”
“She wasn’t a saint mother,” He reminded. “By all means she was the viler and crueler one of the two of us.”
“Not to someone who hadn’t wronged her,” Baghra added.
“I shall avenge her, whether you like it or not, mother.” The Darkling said. He still had a vague memory of the last time he had addressed her as such. Aleksander had been too distraught, everything had happened just so fast… there was no time to tell if it had been reality or a nightmare. Serephina had been assassinated, found lying with her throat slashed, there were others too, her attackers, only one of them was barely breathing by the time he had gotten there.
That was the first time he had used the Cut in the Little Palace grounds, the first time all the young Grisha realized why everyone was so afraid of him. It was the first time his mother looked terrified.
They were supposed to be happy, it was supposed to be a celebrations filled night. But like Serephina used to say in her Suli sayings, some had jinxed their joy. They were to be a family, they were to become parents.
But all of that had been taken away because he was the Darkling and she was Lady Kirigan, and not Aleksander and Serephina.
A light knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts.
Alina appeared in the doorway a second later, looking awkward on finding she interrupted their conversation. “Sorry,” she said.
“In girl, don’t let the heat out.” Baghra declared instead.
The Darkling bowed as a show of courtesy. “How are you Alina?” he asked to be polite.
“I’m fine,” Her voice sounded forced.
“She’s fine!” hooted Baghra. “She’s fine! She cannot light a hallway, but she’s fine.”
The Darkling had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her words. “Leave her be,” he said instead.
The old woman narrowed her dark eyes at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she decided.
He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to alleviate his frustrations. This was not going well. He turned to Alina. “Baghra has her own way of doing things.” He explained to stop himself from snapping at his mother at the moment.
“Don’t patronize me, boy!” she screamed at him. For a second, he was eighteen again, afraid of his mother’s wrath upon finding about his and Serephina’s marriage, and stood up straighter.
He stopped himself in time, remembering he wasn’t the same boy he had been then, not anymore. “Don’t chide me, old woman,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
There was an intense stare down between the two of them, the tension so thick it could have been sensed even by a donkey. That was until Baghra turned to Alina and said, “The boy thinks to get you an amplifier. What do you think of that, girl?”
He watched as Alina’s face brightened with a smile as if she had heard the most brilliant idea. And for a second, a brief moment, she reminded him of Serephina again, with the curve of her smile and the way her eyes crinkled with joy.
“I think it’s brilliant!” She nearly squealed. And the similarity was gone. Alina was not Serephina, and the differences got more evident as he got to know her better. Serephina’s face had always had a cold mask, much like himself, but he knew how to read her, where to look for in those brown eyes to find the answers. She was a book meant to be read just by him, and him only. Alina’s face was an open book left for everyone to read.
Baghra let out a disgusted sound, and the sound inspired an odd sense of pride in him. Alina was right where he needed her to be.
“Alina, have you ever heard of Morozova’s herd?” he asked.
“Of course she has. She’s also heard of unicorns and the Shu Han dragons,” Baghra said mockingly. If this woman wasn’t his mother, he would have kicked her out by now, but alas.
The Darkling took Alina out of the hut instead, wanting to have one conversation where Baghra didn’t interrupt him at every utterance that came out of his mouth. Though he was aware that she was keeping an eye on everything he was going to do.
“That woman,” he muttered to himself, running his hands all over his face. Then he ran his hands through his hair again, but this time to get the embarrassing image of him hiding behind Serephina to be safe of the rage Juris had upon finding out about the wedding.
“What?” he asked; half-embarrassed by the humor on Alina’s face.
“I’ve just never seen you so … ruffled.” She said.
“Baghra has that effect on people.”
“Was she your teacher, too?”
She was. Of course she was, she was his mother. But she wasn’t just a mother or teacher, she had been through a lot with him, suffered as bad as he had. Perhaps she was the only person alive who would bother to understand Aleksander and not the Darkling. “Yes,” he said in its place. “So what do you know about Morozova’s herd?”
Again she talked about how she had heard children’s stories. Again he told her what he wanted her to, making a passing remark about forgetting how new she was to all this. He was keenly aware of the raven-like gaze Baghra kept on both of them, but he ignored it. Again he was nice to Alina, listening to her talk by the lakeshore when the image of the bloodbath resurfaced. He turned his thoughts to less painful things like how things would have been different had Serephina been here.
After a while, he had had enough and he left. He was desperate for a glass of kvas, or even better, a glass of strong whiskey. The memories wouldn’t just stop invading his head.
So he focused on the night he thought Serephina was going to die.
It was a cold night after a snowstorm, a village in central Ravka that had once been free of the abomination of creation that most people called the Shadow Fold or the Unsea. They had stopped by the village while they were on their way to Fjerda.
 There was a pack of large wolves tormenting the villagers, and they had warned them against going out at night. But Serephina had wanted to see them, the wolves. She said something was calling out to her, and that she needed to see the wolves.
And refusing to let her go out in the danger all alone, Aleksander had accompanied her. He was scared, of course. He had always been afraid of the dark but he never showed it, but she knew. He knew that she knew. That was why she had been holding his hand, warming the both of them up to keep them through the night.
It was a little past midnight when Sere had lost hopes of seeing the wolves and they were about to head back, when a deep growl sounded somewhere to their left.
A pair of bright red glowing eyes were fixated on them dangerously. She let go of his hand and shoved him behind herself and then reckoned the alpha wolf closer. Aleksander’s male ego would have been hurt if he weren’t so scared.
The wolf was one of the biggest animals he had ever seen, standing taller and either of them. For a moment he was certain the wolf was one of the Grisha of the old stories, the shape-shifters who couldn’t turn back into their human form after being in their animal form for too long during the first Ravkan war.
Before Aleksander could think of an escape route, Serephina had moved forward, studying the animal. Its dark black fur was blacker than anything he had ever seen, but it gleamed against the white snow under the moonlit canopy. The wolf and the girl regarded each other, assessing the danger.
The wolf leaped in the air with its jaw spread open to attack Serephina faster than he could say, “Stop!” She didn’t leave her ground and raised her hands, shoving them forward with all the force. The wolf fell to the ground as if hit by an invisible wall.
And when her flint sparked up from her sleeve, the cold blue flames scared the large animal. But it got up, shook the snow off its fur and got back into the battle.
Ice, air, fire all of the three elements helped Serephina in her conquest. She even used a bit of the heart rendering powers that she had mastered and paralyzed the wolf, after some of their blood had splattered on the snow, frozen like red pearls.
She walked to the laying wolf, limp in her step from where the wolf had bitten her leg, her hidden knife in hand and stabbed the wolf right where it heart would be. And strangely, the wolf looked proud when she did it, and then raised its paw and scratched it through her chest, right where her heart would be.
Aleksander’s soul left his body in that instant.
The soft glow of moonlight that came from Serephina showed her face, bloodied and contorted in pain, as both their blood flowed freely to the ground, freezing instantly on the snow. The wolf was the first one to close its eyes, the glowing red disappearing.
She fell on the snow next, her breath escaping with a sigh.
He rushed to her side, almost blinded by the brightness of the light she radiated, and cradled her head in his arms, regretting not staying back at their little cave, not being able to convince her to stay, not being able to protect her because of his own fears.
Then her eyes opened, and her thin lips moved, muttering his name. Her eyes glowed bright red, like the wolf’s but the voice was hers, for no one else could ever speak in that musical voice that made him want to drop everything and just listen to her talk all day.
“Sere…” he softly said, tucking her black hair behind her ear.
“I’m fine,” she insisted, and then stood up. Her hair was a mess, her eyes looked tired, but they were back to their brown, and her clothes were ragged, covered in her own blood and the wolf’s, but to him she had never looked more beautiful.
“But the wolf-” he started.
“The wolf is one with me now,” She calmly explained. Her eyes changed to the bright red once again. “I am the wolf and the wolf is me.”
“Like the amplifiers,” he realized.
She smiled. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”
“I hope you don’t eat Grisha for meals now,” He joked.
“I might eat someone if he gets too annoying,” she winked at him and walked away. Aleksander was frozen in his place.
The wolf was old, she knew everything. Serephina had always had an answer to his problems. Things would have been so much better had her and their child were with him right now. He would have been so much happier and maybe they would have been done with the fold by now.
But fate always had other ideas.
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