#fatedbeginnings

[glcryled]

closed apocalypse starter for @fatedbeginnings​

"i don’t have much, but you’re welcome to what you need.” as charlie speaks, voice rough and thick with his southern accent, he gestures to the supply room in front of them. “but, and i know this is asking a lot, if you have something to spare, add it to the supplies. i know you don’t have much reason to trust my word, but i use it to help folks.” there’s not a lot of selflessness left in the world, not with the dead walking and society collapsed, but he does his best to help. perhaps it’s more for the nature of having nothing left to lose and thus no fear of the risks involved, but better not to think that hard about it all.

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Cont. from @fatedbeginnings​ || Asher & Gen (x) 

Gen stood on the spot, maintaining her stance as she watched him turn to face her briefly, feeling his eyes scanning her and wondering what he was thinking. Was he making judgement of her as many did? Or was he just admiring? Either way, she had little time to care for what others thought about her, and given that she had just attempted to steal from him (although, technically he had already stolen the items, had he not?), she wasn’t prepared to be in the guy’s good books. Still, a girl had to do what she had to do to survive. Remaining on the beach as he waded back towards shore, she allowed herself a moment to admire his physique, not only for the sheer appreciation of his beauty, but also knowing that he appeared fit, strong and healthy; someone who might be useful to be around if she needed assistance. 

“You think we’re stuck here, huh? I mean, I’m not exactly rushing to give up hope but I wouldn’t be getting too excited yet. This beach is pretty and all, but who knows where the hell we are.” There was every hope that her father would use his resources to find her, but that was still banking on the idea that they could even locate where the plane went down. Everyone who had survived was injured, some badly, and there was only a matter of time before they ran out of supplies. “Funny... Some might say the exact opposite and presume I am stupid for trying to get your stuff. But then again, it ain’t your stuff to begin with, so there’s that.” Opting that it was better to make friends instead of enemies, she took a few more steps towards him and held out a hand. “The name’s Gen. Guess if we’re gonna be roommates for the next, well, forever potentially, no point in being a total recluse.” 

[silvcrflames]

starter for @fatedbeginnings​ // based

          “ so when they walk in, i need you to just grab me a kiss me. it doesn’t even have to be a good kiss, you know, just enough to make them jealous. ” in her head, this was the perfect plan fool proof, absolutely nothing could go wrong and it would all work exactly how she expected it too. “ please? i have breath mints, i think somewhere if that makes it easier, but i honestly don’t think my breath smells that bad. ” 

[prythiaens]

𝜗𝜚 closed starter for @fatedbeginnings.

an alliance between the night and dawn would prove to be advantageous ⸺ or so the high priestesses prophesied. there was no denying that multiple claims to the throne were jeopardizing the night court's stability, and such a union would bring order amongst the solar courts. it was her duty﹔one she should feel honored to carry out. though, marrying a complete stranger in foreign lands felt more like a curse than a blessing. nonetheless, she remains gracious in the presence of onlookers. she only allows her smile to drop as the two find themselves on the balcony alone. attention is focused on the brilliant night sky. "may i . . ." she clears her throat before turning toward the high fae, "may i speak freely with you ?"

[khaleesiie]

" we were just kids then , summer children, we didn't know more about love than we knew about winter and the cruel bite of its winds. we thought warmth would last forever, that the sun would never set on what we had, but seasons change, as they always do, and we were fools to think we were any different. " / @fatedbeginnings ♡ 2/2

[khaleesiie]

" there are far worse fates than marrying the crown’s heir, you would be wise to remember that. " / @fatedbeginnings ♡ 1/2

[sxmnus]

      : ̗̀➛ GODRIC &. ECE ✧.* 

      ❝ ece, ❞ he attempted to mirror, yet the tone in his voice to combat hearing his own name was different. it hardly fell in a sigh like she’d given him; was more as a warning to not bother remaining on the train of that she’d already seated herself in. at least she didn’t say much past it, the appreciation accepted in full with a subtle simper. carefully, he leaned in with his face turned ever so slightly for the kiss to his cheek, the warmth of her lips lingering longer than he cared to admit. ❝ you’re welcome, ❞ godric murmured back, his hand finding purchase at her midriff to keep her close for a moment longer, if only to look into those gorgeous eyes with a glimmer in his own. ❝ and who might these people be? as far as i’m concerned, it’s only ever been between the two of us. ❞ 

[amborps]

« closed starter for @fatedbeginnings​ based on falling inn love »

There had been moments when Jasmin wondered if she was making the right choice. If she should put her pride aside and simply take the signs life was offering her that renovating and rebuilding an inn was way beyond her abilities. But Jasmin Knight was nothing if not stubborn and her years as a veterinarian had taught her over and over again that the signs life throws at you can’t always be trusted. How many times had an animal she had been working on shown all signs that they were too far gone only to make a miraculous recovery by the next morning? That was exactly what Jasmin intended to happen with this inn. She was going to give it a miraculous recovery if it was the last thing she did. 

Clad in her oversized, work-overalls and a sports bra, the brunette was listening to her favorite Stevie Wonder album as she worked on ‘gutting’ the living room, when she heard the tell-tale signs of a car driving down the inn’s long driveway. She glanced out of the front window only to duck out of sight from the familiar vehicle.

Redford Hargrove, aka the bane of her existence, was pulling into the parking spot beside the truck she had inherited with the inn. She really did not need his cocky, know it all attitude telling her all the things she was doing wrong today. Leaning forward, she peaked just a tiny bit through the window again only to find him approaching the front door. Leaning back so he wouldn’t see her, she fully intended on pretending like she wasn’t here in the hopes that he’d just leave. Her plans were in vain though. Because as she leaned against the curtain, the curtain rod, which had always been rocky to begin with, finally broke free from whatever had been holding it to the wall and came crashing to the floor, sending her diving out of the way with a little yelp. So much for not letting him know she was there.