favorite relationships ≡ Arthur & Merlin
“You belong at Arthur’s side. I’ve seen how much he needs you, how much you need him. You’re like two sides of the same coin.”
[The night before]
M: Please, Arthur.You have to listen to me.
A: It is my decision, my decision alone.[A series earlier]
Princess M to Merlin: One thing I’ve learned since being here is that Arthur values your opinion abovealmostall others. Even if he’d be the last person to admit it.
You know, Merlin, all those jokes about you being a coward. I never really meant any of them. I always thought you were the bravest man I ever met.
“GO!”
*pleasecomeback*
“It’s chemistry, not a coloring book.”
boys in jumpsuits
// Did someone ask for a 70′s Skysolo Road-trip AU? //
Sterek AU — Vampire!Stiles
↳ in which Derek’s pack sniff out the two vampire siblings on the run on their territory► Within Temptation – The Howling ( pre-story )
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, Stiles thinks to himself as his gaze darts between the giant wolves surrounding them. He can feel the heat of their bodies like a physical presence as they close in, the sound of their fast-pumping hearts annoyingly loud in him sensitive ears. They smell of fresh kill, but it wasn’t human.
Lydia’s grip tightens around him to the point where it would’ve hurt if he was a fragile human boy. As it is, he stands solid on his good leg while trying to come up with a plan how to fight off six freaking werewolves when his other leg hasn’t had the time to heal.
Another hour and the gray slick-looking one would’ve been dead already.
The black wolf right in front of them steps out of the formation, growling deeply through its bared teeth. Stiles lowers his chin and snarls, extending his own fangs despite knowing a fight would kill him. The blood on his lips is dry and so are his insides: he needs to feed, or his leg will never heal enough to run. But even then: they’ll never be able to outrun a pack this big.
He wants to tell his sister that it’ll be okay, that they’ll be safe soon, but he can’t lie. He can only glare at the beast before him, waiting for it to leap and snap its jaws at their jugulars. But the wolf doesn’t attack; it fixes its stare on Stiles and lets its eyes light up in a bright color.
Red. Stiles’ mouth nearly waters at the sight.
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