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⸻ BECOMELIONS : an independent, selective, and mutuals only multimuse blog of various canon and original characters featuring from: Marvel, AOSIAF, Fast & Furious, DnD/BG3 , and many more. Primarily headcanon with canon influence. Written by Olivia ( or Liv she/her ). Blog is strictly 20+ due to mature themes, DD:DNE. Est. November 2019.
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subdued simper bows upward plush brims , awkward nature of the man's response stirring a mix of empathy & adoration well within her psyche . ❝ yeah , nik . . . i always feel better when you're here . ❞ doe eyes affixed to those of the tattoo artist , palms flatten soft aside the hoodie clad broad of his chest as a beat of silence passes between the two . in which she holds steady his timid gaze , allows him to witness the sincerity written behind her own . slender frame moves automatically , lifted to the tips of her toes as a dainty palm rises to the crux of stubbled cheek . ❝ i'm a little bit surprised you haven't realized that by now , ❞ teases affectionately , a stall for time with which to gather her nerve – before allowing silken lips to jut forward , capturing his for just a brief moment of reassuring calm .
He didn't understand it, not completely. Sure in a way he could see how she felt that way, he had not given her a reason to feel anything less. Not that he told her what he was, what he was capable of, because then he knew she'd feel differently. But she would need to know, or he'd leave without a word. That was something he couldn't bring himself to do, not to her. Expression softens, looking at her as she comes closer. The distance slowly closing between the two. "You do?" He asks again, in some form. This time, however, his eyes can't leave her. Not with her looking at him the way she does, in a way he hadn't expected someone to look at him. "I guess I didn't think that would happen." He mumbles a bit, feeling the mood shift between the two. Eyes dart from her own gaze to her lips all before she closes the gap and the two. It takes him a moment to register but soon hands leave his pockets to then let arms wrap around her and pull her closer and deepen the kiss.
You know, Nick, everyone keeps telling me what this job isn’t. How you feel right now tells me what it is.
CSI writers really realised George Eads could cry on cue and just went fuck it let’s make Nick stokes the most traumatised character on the show
the dramatic gasp she drew was near comical, with rounded eyes and lips that formed an O shape. with a subtle flick of her hand, the necklace whisked away in a smooth like motion, revealing an empty hand that she pressed to her chest as though she were clutching a string of pearls. "are you accusing me of being devious, elias stryker!?" that would sound much more efficient if she knew his middle name. what was his middle name? her head tilted and brown hues blinked, "what's your middle name? i need it to have the full effect, y'know?" damn it, kierra, now was not the time to be getting distracted. his serious features hardly batting an eye at her.
kierra leaned back and held up both hands, a sly smile on her lips, "i swear i've only been a little bad.. however, no fires, no explosions, and no one hurt. scouts honor." she held up two fingers, an amused smirk on her lips. that old crusty mayor pissed her off. so of course she was celebrating him being out of town by letting her own compulsions take over a bit. "while i have your attention, much appreciated by the way handsome get up and all-" where was she going with that? kierra blinked, watched a car go by then looked back to him, "-hold on, i'm coming back to the point."
but there was commotion behind her and she wanted to make sure no one was coming to rat her out. although she was an expert at this point, sometimes she let her guard down a bit, leaving hints so that she could spice things up a little bit. once convinced it didn't have to do with her, she looked to him again, "hypothetically speaking.. is a murder that is an accident but also like.. planned to be an accident still first degree murder?"
The expression alone made the sheriff roll his eyes, confirming his exact suspicions of the other. Not that he questioned it with her. It felt like by now he knew her better than he should. Even with the show of her empty hands, Elias didn't believe her for a moment. She did something that made whatever it was disappear, even if he couldn't prove it. Elias was sure of it but for now he had no choice but to at least go along with whatever it was she was up to. If she left a crime scene, he'd no doubt hear about it soon. Sadly he just seemed he'd have to wait as he was sure he wouldn't get anything out of her. "It's Ryker, and yes I am." He answers, clearly not taking this over the top innocence act from her. He couldn't help but shake his head as she seemed to lose her train of thought. "I don't have one, but that's not the point." He answers, now trying to get things back on track.
It seemed, thankfully, now she was also trying to as well. "Mmhmm." He hummed back in reply as he raised a brow, waiting for the shoe to drop on what actually was happening. Though it went in a direction, this time, that he hadn't entirely expected and his brief reaction of a furrowed brow showed that enough. Off topic once more and this time it seemed by more than one thing. If it wasn't him then it was the coming traffic, all the while he wasn't going to let that distract him. Part of him thought it was all just a ruse to get his attention elsewhere so she could scurry off and somehow get away from him for the time being. However, that wasn't going to happen and so he could wait.
And wait was what he did, position and expression unchanging until eventually it seemed everything in order for the other. Another look is given to the other as she asks a question that felt she should know the answer to already. "You're planning a murder, that's still first degree murder." It felt obvious and all of that made him step closer towards her, leaning down slightly. "What did you do?"
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“Oh, I do love the whole tall, dark, and ‘don’t get too close or you’ll burn yourself’ thing you’ve got going on,” she purred, tapping his chest lightly with one manicured finger as if testing his balance. “But you should know something about me, demon boy. I’m not some cliché Hellmouth hooker working for tips and brimstone. What I am…” she leaned in just enough to brush her lips against his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper, “…is a tragedy in perfect skin.”
She pulled back sharply, a cruel smirk snapping back into place as though the softness had never been there. “But you’re right, there is a ‘but,’” she said, suddenly breezy again, like this was all some casual joke. “The thing is, I don’t want to be this way. I didn’t sign up for this — didn’t check a cute little box that said ‘Yes, please make me a man-eating monster.’” Her tone shifted into mocking self-pity, then hardened like glass shattering. “And yet, here we are. Me, starving. Them, dying. Lather, rinse, repeat.”
Jennifer started pacing, agitation sparking under her skin like static electricity. Then she turned back to him, her voice sharp but her eyes just slightly desperate.
There's a slight tensing of his jaw, swallowing as he does it all while keep light eyes upon her. She wouldn't get him to admit what he had going on, that wasn't something he did. If that was what she saw, no matter how right it was, then so be it. However, he doesn't let himself be moved by the push of her finger. The half-demon stands firmly in place as he lets her tease and talk. Despite his somewhat lack of patience in certain scenarios, he was doing rather well. So far. Brow does arch at her confidence, at her ability to not be frightened of who or what he was despite her own nature. Most knew of him, most knew what he was capable of, and they rarely tried to challenge him in some form unless they were looking to actively kill him. That did come from time to time, but he didn't believe that was why she was here. "I see, I'm afraid tragedy doesn't do it for me."
He'd had enough of that, his own story something of a tragedy itself. That, however, he had no intention of sharing. Yet he knew he wasn't wrong, the confirmation from her proving that very fact had him tilting his head just a bit to hear what this 'but' could be. Maybe he should have seen it coming, judging from the fact she said tragedy. "And you think I can help you?" He questions with a slightly narrowed gaze. "I'm not in the curing department, that isn't my set of skills. But I also think you know that, so what is it you're looking for here exactly?"
Jason Statham as Orson Fortune in Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre (2023) dir. Guy Ritchie
memory was a harsh thing, the way it could cling to you. make you feel things you'd thought you'd long forgotten. make you remember the way a person loved you, held you. made you feel like you were the best person in the world. but there was also the other side, the way you remembered, pain \ heartbreak \ loneliness. it was something that right now she was feeling, every single memory of her time with deckard crashing through her mind on a loop. partnered with the new memories they'd made last night. the way it had been familiar, the way the'd moved together. a dance they'd perfected a long time ago, and it seemed had never forgotten the steps too. all of it a muscle memory, just as much as it was a vivid movie in her mind. [ sometimes having eidetic memory was more of a curse, then a salvation. ] she knew he was the same, with the whole memory thing. not to the same extent. but his soldier's mind making it nigh on impossible for him to forget things. and selfishly she can't help but wonder. did she linger beneath his skin, as he did hers. did the memories haunt him. or was it as easy to walk away from her as it seemed. but thinking like that was dangerous: especially with the weight of a wedding band settling across her left hand. weighing with the promise of hope, of faded memories and promises. of late nights planning a future. no remembering too much of the past was indeed dangerous, yet it doesn't stop. it doesn't ease. it plays in her head like a twisted loop.
❛ yeah i guess not .... ❜ she mutters quietly. hating how much that prospect hurt her. that he didn't even use his real name, and thus they weren't married. leaving nothing in it's wake, nothing that she could say made him HERS. something she'd wanted for years, had cried for in the nights alone since he left. but she also knew it wasn't rational. not with how things were, not with how he was wanted. the agency would twist it, taint it, turning it into a weapon to bring him down. turning her into a weakness. she knew it, yet couldn't stop the hurt at losing something, that she wanted. [ but she stopped getting what she wanted years ago. now she just got what needed to survive. to keep breathing. ] she doesn't comment when he mentions her job, her thoughts having already gone there. instead, it's a simple snort, that flutters from her lips. piercing the air like the edge of a knife. pinned beneath his gaze, the one that left her feeling even more naked then she was, beneath his shirt. pain flashing upon her features, because she can stop it. before she can cage it behind the walls, she'd built to hide memories of him. ❛ you already took my life from me once Deck, took it all and left a broken heart behind .... ❜ she didn't know what the fuck possessed her to speak those words. to let that vulnerability out. so raw and unfiltered, it felt like knives digging into the vulnerable contours of her flesh. dragging gaping wounds across her flesh. till she was rendered to nothing more, then broken glass.
head tilts back, as she attempts to put herself back together. to restitch the wounds she just opened with her wounds. to lock it all away and yet it doesn't stop the bleeding, if anything it grows worse. especially when she can feel his gaze upon her. stripping away her layers, seeing to the sides of her that she hid from everyone. but she was always a book he could read. even if her chapters were now a little skewed. meeting his gaze, she let's it travel over him. intense and searching, as though she was hunting for answers, to all the questions burning in her head. but she knew she wouldn't get them. so there was no point wondering. [ the answers were too dangerous to caress her ears. too dangerous to know the truth of. she knew it but it didn't stop the pain. ] she moves before she knows it: walking away from the bed and towards him. her bare feet making no noise upon the carpet as she steps close to him. her eyes momentarily noticing her service pistol on the floor with a gun of his own. yet she ignores it. bringing a hand, her left hand, rasing and settling upon his cheek. the connection sending fire through, her veins and making goosebumps rise along her flesh. ❛ why, why after everything do I still fucking love you .... ❜ she wanted to kiss him. to feel those lips upon hers once more. completely sober, without blurry recollections. she wanted him.
Memories of the life he had with her had bled into those of last night. A familiar setting with her to bring him back to those moments shared when they were together. It was like they never left one another, time never passing with how easily they moved together. It all coming back to him and made him ache in his chest for how badly he missed her. Even if she was here now, the ring upon his finger, it wasn't the same. She wasn't truly his. This was a drunken night whee the two lost common sense within the bottle and that was it. Reasonable heads were now on their shoulders this morning, aching from the alcohol but none of the fog. No matter how right it felt having her back in his arms and by his side. It wasn't what they should be doing, not really. It was why he had moved away, not wanting to give into more temptation or have her see how badly he had missed her. It didn't even cross his mind that her own memory had been effected because to him? Why would she choose to remember all of that? He had broken her heart when he left, when he made the decision for her that this was not going to work anymore. He knew for him, however, she never left his mind. She was always there in some form, wondering how she was doing and missing how she felt against him. It didn't matter who was in his bed beside him, he always had wanted it to be her. She had gotten under his skin and made a home there, a home that was now empty and aching for her every day. And even know it only felt temporary rather than a permanent move in, as much as he wanted it to be.
And so he thought of ways to get her out of this, even if it was something he didn't want. He wasn't about to admit that, not when this was something he thought would be better for her. "We'd have to see." He'd need to find the paperwork, where ever it was. But that was only if he hadn't used his real name, he wasn't even sure if he did or didn't. And then if he did? Well, everything was official. This was the one detail he just couldn't remember. Maybe it was because that hope that this was real was building inside his chest, even if he didn't say it. Because maybe there was an off chance she wanted this too, that this could be something they had together. But he had a feeling that wouldn't be the case, that it was more of a wishful feeling than anything else. It couldn't be reality. Because in the end he knew this couldn't last no matter what beause of her job. The snort from her telling him what he already knew, she was aware of that herself. But he hadn't seen what was coming next, the words leaving her lips making his jaw tense as he looks down and take in a deep breath. In a way he should have, he left her. How would that not have hurt her then? Still, it hurt to hear and hurt to know he caused it when he was doing it for her own good. "...I'm sorry...I-" He stops himself, how could he explain why he did what he did? No matter what it was going to hurt the both of them. Then again, weren't they already hurrting?
No, no, she didn't mean it. Did she? None of this, she had to be over it. The pain just something she brought up because yes it had hurt when he did that. That was all it had to be. And yet he couldn't take is eyes off of her, as if trying to see for himself that his own thoughts were right. That this was just an admittance from the pain he had left her with when he left and now it was just anger. And as she watches him, he sees something behind her eyes before the words leave her lips. Something she admitted that in the end showed his hopes, his wants, all that had been hanging on by a thread were there for a reason. "You....still love me?" He asks, brows furrowing as he looks her over himself. He looks away, a few steps taken from the bed as if pacing to keep himself put together as best as he could. His hand lifts to run over his head before it starts to shake. "You can't.....I...for your safety you can't." He half mumbles to himself as head still shakes, he continues to pace in the hotel room. "I did that so you wouldn't love me." He admits out loud. "Because I needed you safe, I needed you alive and being with me wasn't going to do that." More admittance, all of it showing he didn't leave her because he stopped loving her but he did it because he had to. She needed to be safe and if anything happened to her then he'd blame himself. Her job had been an easy out, an excuse, but in the end that wasn't the truth of it all. Now, however, she finally knew that.
COLE TURNER Charmed 5x04 | Siren Song
she completely understood, the distance that was now between them. they had chosen sides during this war. even if her side was unintentional. after all she was made to work for the queen. by orders she couldn't control. and it was what had her fighting out so many times, pushing the limits of alicent's control. as at this point she wished they'd simply send her home. she'd rather return to her family, disgraced \ unwanted \ forgotten. but she knew, they wouldn't do that. and it was because of the fact that, she had baratheon blood in her veins. her mother having a claim on storms end if it ever came to it. and that wasn't something the hand of the king, could afford to lose. so even when it seemed, like Cassandra, was doing any moves against the 'greens' they simply just reigned her in more. but also gave her the illusion of freedom. a dark promise to keep her on their side. [ yet she saw through their games completely. she saw it for what it truly was. ] plus they've given it away, when assigning her to rhaenyra. and it was now pitting her against harwin. someone she looked too as a big brother. and Cassandra knew, she wouldn't supply anything back to the queen. her loyalty was to those she cared for. and harwin was one of those. which is why as they talked. she didn't feel put out with how guarded he was: she just kept a soft smile on her face. as they talked.
❛ as the queen and pretty much most, like to say, one look from you and I was more likely to be calm .... ❜ she chuckles softly. her eyes trailing to the side, as she finally sees the other housemaid walk away. giving them a sense of privacy for a moment. but she still keeps her guards up, as she knew that harwin would too. it was just how they were now. far too guarded, and constantly watching their words and movements. [ something that dug deep into her heart, and left bleeding wounds. ones she wasn't sure would heal, or have them returning to the calm sense of friendship they had before. ] she couldn't help but chuckle though, as she sees the exasperation covering his face. and she's at least thankful to see that she's still able. to stress him out. that was a familiar sight, she'd missed. ❛ let's just say I'm about the size of one of his arms .... ❜ there was a tone of her voice, that wished she was joking. but if anyone had seen her stood against the lord, who recently had her attention, then yeah they'd see, when it came to size. she was about the size of his arms. maybe.
❛ come now brother, you know what I'm like .... ❜ she comments raising a brow as yeah she was not the one who behaved normally. plus in reality she'd been missing a sparring partner and he seemed like one that worked. though her methods had made quite a few, worry about her snaity and her own personal health. [ given the few times, she'd been witness to his anger, and left bruised and aching for days. in different ways. ] her hazel hues trail to the side, as she sees the male in question she was talking about. a soft smile curving up her lips, one that rarely covered her lips. straightening her features before harwin sees, which she fails at. she inclines her head. ❛ there he is .... ❜
In the time apart, Harwin couldn't entirely be sure where she stood. The divide between the two sides had gotten so large, that it was almost impossible at times to know who stood where completely. There was a hope that she hadn't fallen trap into the queen's ideals but even he couldn't be entirely sure she hadn't. For now, he had no choice but to be carefull, watch her even as they spoke as the two attempted to pretend distance hadn't effected them too. He couldn't only hear news, stories, of what was happening in the keep. Even now as he was back, slowly those who trusted Rhaenyra kept him in the loop of what had been missed. It was rare, very few left, but he thanked them all the same. People ddi leave, people changed, and he saw plenty of unfamiliar faces who were no doubt loyal to the queen and her father. What he didn't like, however, was the shifting around of others, of staff, making it hard for those outside the Keep's circle to know much of anything. And yet he was trying to see if she was someone he could still trust. He hoped that was the case. After all, she had been family to him and he had hoped that was something that would have been able to continue. Even if she was someone he could trust the most within these walls, he had to be sure she was someone still he could still trust. It would be determined overtime, of course.
"Because they knew you saw me as an older brother, Cassandra." He smiles softly, though small. He was glad to see some memories hadn't faded with the time apart. Even if it hadn't been that long, besides it feeling as such, there had been distance apart and not a lot of communication between since. "After all, you did also need it from time to time." Harwin adds as hands move to rest upon his hips as he looks to her. Attention is still on high alert, taking in everything around them while making sure not to say much of anything that could get him into trouble. Yet as much as he wished things could return to normal, he knew they couldn't. Even if parts of their conversation felt like old times with one another. That was something he could at least appreciate. Like when she mentioned the fact he was angering someone twice her size. It shifts his attitude, looking more concerned and worried with the news thrown his way. Especially when she answered how large he particularly was. "And you thought this was a good idea?" Now he truly was acting like her older brother, looking at her as if she was insane for even thinking doing such a thing. His head could only shake as he attempted to picture just what she was talking about. "I do know what you're like but even I question how your mind works from time to time." He adds, attention shifting soon after.
It was then Harwin sees who she meant. The man was larger than he was and he was already deemed one of the larger and stronger of the knights in Westeros. Well, had. Seeing the other, he was sure that title had shifted. His words were almost lost as he watches the other walk across the training grounds and take up a sword to begin what was no doubt one of several sessions for the day. "Why would you think that was a good idea????" He finally asks, looking back to her as she seemed rather smug about it all. "Have you lost all sense since I have been gone??"
Russell Crowe in Gladiator
she knew the reason, the true reason why the queen had taken cassandra into her employ. and it had nothing to do with the fact helaena spent more time in her rooms. no cassandra knew it was to do with her blood. her baratheon blood. she was nothing more than a pawn being used by the queen and her father. it was a solution she'd come too not long ago. as in only that dawn, and it had caused her blood to boil. and add in the lord who had pushed too far. and well her fury had come loose. and now, she had regrets \ she was lost \ she was confused. as sure she knew she shouldn't have blown up at the lord the way she did. hence her regrets. but she also knew it would happen again. she was a young female, and the lords would always attempt to push their luck. especially when she looked so delicate. [ she may look delicate but she had a rage to better them all. and a stubbornness that could burn this whole kingdom to the ground. ] she was surprised that he accepted, in helping her. shock being the prominent factor. especially when she'd talked to his sister and had heard that, he had not trained them. but she figured that was more, a choice of the males father. and well her father was back at their home, so she didn't have any protection. not like any of the other girls. she was quite literally on her own. until this moment it seemed: and it was why she calmed down significantly. as though she had been spotted and seen, for the first time since being thrown into the castle life. a guidance she'd never had. which was strange. but also welcome.
❛ unfortunately staying out of trouble, or anger was never something I was taught. my father encouraged it, then sent me away when I became too much to handle .... ❜ she hums daintly. knowing it wasn't out of the norm for some daughters to have tales like that. spoiled by their fathers until it came time to do their duty, and when they were unable too. they were sent away. forgotten and ignored on the sidelines. just as Cassandra had been. now enslaved within the castle walls, where she felt caged. suffocating under the weight of propriety. [ she was a wildfire made to burn. yet was like a bird suffering under duty that wasn't hers. ] she makes her way slowly back to where the queen was, each step heavy as she prepares to put her mask back in place. she couldn't help but chuckle though, as his words settle in the distance behind them. ❛ on that one my lord, I fear you may just be correct. but I shall keep that beast contained .. ❜ the only reason she'd restrain it, was her hidden joy at getting to do something as a release. a way to protect herself. she wasn't about to destroy that. she was being selfish for once.
The hand and the queen played games with everyone, wanting their family to be on the throne no matter the case. Seeing how they were to the rightful heir always made the knight irritated. But that was court, it seemed. That was only something else he could say he hated about court, all of it here. The politics of it all was something he would never get used to. On top of it all, he hated how he saw his own sisters be treated from time to time. Though the family itself was divided, it seemed, on who's side to take in all of this as tension could only grow. But he couldn't think about that, not often. He had his own duties to handle, that and the woman he loved. However, he also wasn't going to stand by and let awful things happen to those in his company. She may not have been his sister by blood but he was going to protect her as such. It was why he had stepped in, why he had been someone she could depend on in that moment. However, it seemed there was going to be something different about her. The offer of wanting to fight back, the anger he hadn't seen in his sisters when a lord made an unwelcome pass was in her eyes. It was why he knew it would be best if she had somewhere to put that anger. So to train her, have her do something to have an outlet for that anger and a way to defend herself was the best option he could think of. If he was going to regret that, however, was going to be something he could only wait and see. For now, however, he knew he couldn't take back what he said and he had no intention to for her sake. This, he thought, was something he could actually do to protect someone.
Brow arches at her words, finding it interesting that such behavior was encouraged. Maybe that was the reason for it all but in the end, it didn't mean she deserved what was given to her by the other lord. "I see and, well, understand." Harwin replies with a nod of his head. Though it wasn't his place to judge either, his own temper had gotten him in trouble from time to time. Time would only tell if it would be hid downfall, he could only hope it wouldn't be. As it was the two had been gone long enough, the last thing the two needed was any rumors to begin when he had just helped her avoid one. And with her parting words, he could only nod with a chuckle and shake of his head. The rest of the day, as far as he knew, went uneventful. A blessing, he thinks. But it also meant it drew closer to her first lesson. And there he waited, two dulled swords meant for training now held in his hands as he stood in the training grousds. The rounded tip directed into the ground as he finally saw the smaller form appear. "Are you ready then, my lady?" He asks, lifting the sword and shifting his grip on it so have the handle towards her.
JONATHAN RHYS MEYERS as HENRY VIII
THE TUDORS | S01E2 "Simply Henry"
"I'm offended." Dante said. "I have plenty of sense." He said. It just wasn't what most people would consider typical sense honestly. He wasn't like most people. "That's assuming you can even do that." He said. "You would not be the first person to try to kill me, and clearly no one has succeeded yet."
Deckard found that hard to believe. What he couldn't deny was that the other was smart, or mad, or both. Either way, he had everything thought out in some way and that wasn't what Deckard liked about the other. Respected slightly, maybe, but it made his life harder. "A shame, truly." He replies back, glare forever digging into the other. "Too bad they weren't like me."
i'm going to be real, stuff rn irl is not great and i can't handle also being here at the same time because it's not entirely being an escape at this point. so i am going to be on an hiatus, probably until after the 4th of july since i will also be going out of town for the holiday. hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the month and holiday. you can find me on discord if you want. the queue will be running.
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