"Give Me One Good Reason To Not End You Right Now."

"Give me one good reason to not end you right now."

Scanlan had to think fast. The pure hatred in your eyes at the moment could freeze an army of dragon. The hiss in your tone carried more threats than a necromancy grimoire. He was more afraid of your wrath than the toilet after Grog's visit.

"It was...an accident ?" he hesitantly tried.

Bad idea. The sudden sparks between your fingers made him whimper in fear. Last time he angered you, you had turned him into a toad and only a kiss from Grog could save him.

"Getting my spellbook that dirty was a fucking 'accident' ?" you roared. "What the fuck did you have in mind ?"

"I thought I could boost my performances !" he yelped. "To please you better !"

That only sentence fueled the inferno in your eyes. The sparks of magic between your fingers turned into a smoky aura that gloved your hands. If he wasn't in danger right now, he would have taken the time to admire them.

"I'm going to have mercy and count to three. If you're not out of my sight after I'm done counting, I'll merge your body with Grog's underwear for two days."

Scanlan shrieked and raised his hands in a defensive stance.

"Could I have a kiss at least ?"

"One..."

It did not take him long to run out of your reach. He loved your fierceness as much as he feared it.

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moots/lovely lurkers- lend me your ears (or eyes- y'all get it) and allow asmaa to introduce herself in her own words:

"hello I hope my message reaches you well i am asmaa ayyad from gaza, specifically khan yunis, i am 25 years old, i am trying to save me and my family from the war of extermination that is happening now (a/n: asmaa graduated from the university of palestine in 2021 and went on to study/train to become a practicing lawyer) we lost our home, our friends and some of our relatives, I have also been living far away from my fiancé for two years, I cannot reach him because of the increase in the coordination price and the closure of the crossings and borders (a/n: asmaa lists feras_lbrahim in her insta bio as her fiancé) please i want you to help me by publishing for me and standing by my side, as i am now struggling alone to save an entire family i wanted to contact @/90-ghost but he does not respond to me (a/n: since asmaa sent me this message, 90-ghost has been able to get in touch/share her posts) i would be very grateful to you if you helped me"

asmaa's family consists of 8 members- all of whom led beautiful lives prior to the war. asmaa's older brother, dia, was looking forward to his own wedding. instead of experiencing such a joyous day, his life was shattered after his home was destroyed by the israeli army.

to lose a home- all your valuable possessions- your memories- in an instant is something that cannot be fully understood unless you've gone through it yourself. in asmaa's own words (read & share full post here):

"in addition to the pain, oppression and suffering that displacement causes us, there is a material aspect that no one talks about or mentions or mentions in the media. every place we move from to a new place requires transportation from 1,500 to 2,000 shekels... and despite this amount, you cannot transport all your belongings. this is in addition to the costs of setting up the tent again and trying to return what you lost of your things and belongings. displacement kills us more than death, it drains our health, our money and everything we own... displacement is another war that is harsher than this war of starvation and extermination... displacement is a hidden killer. how many people have been martyred because they do not have the price of displacement? the price that saves them from death! how many people have lost their dignity because of it?! oh god, have mercy on us and our situation 🙏💔"

asmaa's family has already lost so much- friends, loved ones, their cat, timur. they are living in a nightmare they cannot wake up from. the decision to evacuate is not an easy one to make nor is it one for the rest of us to scrutinize. it's what asmaa + her family have decided is the best path forward

please support my friend however you can-- the smallest actions can make the biggest impact

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"Don't sigh," you grumbled, your eyes rolling.

"I'm not sighing," said Pike while healing you.

Pike knew you were stubborn and headstrong. The suddenness of your actions often led her to a sick amount of worry for you. No matter how much she begged you to be careful, you always waved her concern with a scoff. The annoyed scowl on your face said it all.

"I'm just saying that—"

"Please don't start," you groaned. "I don't need any scolding, any lessons or any speeches."

Pike stayed silent as your wound closed under her healing light. She looked at you with saddened eyes and your gaze softened. You pulled down your top, took her hands gently and she immediately squeezed them.

"I know you're worried—"

"That's an understatement," she sighed. "Listen, I know you're strong but please, I'm just asking you to be careful."

It was now your turn to be silent. You looked at her, your demeanor less heated than earlier. You took her in your arms, sighing deeply.

"I know you're here," you murmured. "Isn't it enough ?"

"No," she murmured back, shaking her head. "I also need to know you're not jumping carelessly into danger— and no, don't mention Grog as an example."

You closed your mouth on a tight line and squinted your eyes. You saw in her eyes that she will not stop arguing until you will finally listen to hear. She always said that you were stubborn, and you were well placed to know that her will and determination was stronger than any balky cell in your body.

"Very well," you finally complied. "I'll try to be less...adventurous."

Pike smiled in relief and hugged you again.

Thousands of sun in my yard.

Neon loved running. It wasn't really a secret. The agents of the protocol was used to see her running around. 'Why aren't you walking ?' they would ask. 'Because I can run.' she would answer. The Filipino duelist was not only full of sass, but also full of energy. But when she wanted to rest, she loved the tranquility of her dorm room. Tranquility that she frequently shared with you. You took the habit of coming in her dorm room just to chill on her bed. So she wasn't really surprised to see you lounging on her bed when she came back of her jog.

"One day I'll charge you for using my bed so often," she laughed.

"That's fine," you answered casually. "I can pay you with hugs and kisses."

She felt lucky that you had your eyes closed or you would see the faint blush spreading on her cheeks. She smiled when you patted the space beside you, inviting her to join you. She complied and you immediately nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck.

"You know that I can zap you, right ?" she said.

"I wouldn't be here if you hadn't already." you sleepily muttered against her skin.

She enjoyed the comfort of your embrace. She enjoyed taking a break from the constant race that was her life in your arms. And she was okay with it.

Neon loved running, but you were the only one who could stop her. The only one who could make her heart running faster than her feet.

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