sugar and spice

Mr. Kuryakin was brought in for a very special mission, safeguard the heir apparent to Section One, Number One. The only catch is that the man must never know.

At eleven years old, a murder of crows blanketed the yard outside Stiles’ window and no school owls came. or - Stiles is determined to live without magic, but magic always finds him, anyhow.

Marshall Lee swallows. “Listen, just—” “Why?” The word comes out all broken and twisted-up, like something you’d find lying on the side of the road. G.B. clears his throat. It doesn’t help. “Why should I listen, Marshall Lee? I keep… reaching. I keep trying. And I have no idea what the hell I’m getting back.” Marshall Lee lets his head fall back. His hair is shaggy, nearly shoulder-length, but he has shaved a section on one side of his head. It makes him look like he walked out of a concentration camp. “I know. I know. It’s just…” He swallows. “I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t know why you keep looking at me like I’m—worth something. And I—” He moves, almost like a convulsion, and covers his head with his arms. G.B. looks out to the far wall so he won’t watch the storms of feeling moving over Marshall Lee’s face.

InuYasha enjoys a night in bed with expecting wife. Well, would enjoy it more if it wasn’t raining.

''A little nonsense now and then is cherished by the wisest men' He'd thought he had already been floated. So when Bellamy watched people rush past Octavia, the first person to step on the ground in 100 years, he felt his breath catch when he spotted the familiar head of hair. He was taller now, sharper. All angles and points. Bellamy took a step forwards, ready to move over to him.To pull him into a hug, to introduce him to O like he'd always wished he could do. But then their eyes met, and Murphy turned away, leaving Bellamy like he once left him.He had a second chance, no more secrets behind them and a new world to take advantage of. If there was one thing Bellamy was sure of, it was that he wouldn't fail Murphy like he did on the ark.

Dawn and dusk are maddening things in the terrains masking dangers; hardly any humanity is to be seen for miles. The face Aurora seeks is wrapped in helmet, iron, leather and sheathed sword, the comfort and solace in the promise of physical armour inviting. Beneath the lonesome wanderer wonders if the stars will make an exception this once.