#silver

i’ve missed mint yoongi

(another dtiys that u can see on my insta!! @ gloriousully)

Where are the stories of Remus Lupin being fuckinggrumpy not because of the moon or the mauraders, but because of the amount of girls who have decided silver jewellery is in this year.

My poor man is dodging girls left right and centre. It’s gotten to the point he’s seriously considering investing in one of those giant muggle hamster balls.

Ferrari LaFerrari Aperta

by levin.liebmann via instagram

Continued from here

(I’m sorry)

CW: Blood, impalement, presumed death, burns, strong language (and equally strong anger to fit), restraints

August groaned as he started to wake back up. His arms and especially his wrists were burning. He tried to move but moving caused the pain to tear down his arms. He screamed involuntarily, now trying to keep still.

“Hey.”

August opened his eyes.

“Ready to watch your friend die?” A grin split Azari’s face as he stood wielding a wooden stake.

Morgan lay face-up on the floor a few feet away from August.

August was disoriented and didn’t have time to process or react before Azari sank the stake into Morgan’s chest.

For a moment, August still couldn’t process what had happened.

“What? No response? You don’t care about them at all?”

August’s vision flashed as anger surged. He started kicking and thrashing, no longer caring about the pain. “No! Let me go! Let me out— I’m going to kill you— You son of a bitch— Fucking coward!” August wasn’t looking at anything. His vision was hot white and red as he struggled to break the chains holding him to the wall.

“Well! There’s the reaction I was looking for! You’re rather feisty, aren’t you?”

August yelled, drowning out Azari’s voice. Everything became nothing as August’s world was drowned in rage. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get attached to Morgan.

But he did. And now the worst had come to pass. Just like it always did.

August lost sense of time. He didn’t even think about how long he had been struggling until he felt his heel connect with something that hadn’t been there previously. August didn’t hesitate. He kicked again and met the same result.

“Damn you— cut it out!”

August hesitated. That wasn’t Azari’s voice.

“Calm yourself. We are here to help you.”

August jumped. The second voice belonged to a woman with an unfamiliar accent and came from directly next to his head.

“Just breathe. Please try not to kick my friend again.” Said the woman.

August didn’t exactly intend to calm down, but he was confused. Before he was able to detangle what was happening, he found himself released from the cuffs.

“Who are you?” August scrambled to his feet, voice hoarse from screaming. The woman was far from human She had no nose, but she had pointed ears and many eyes. Her skin was grey.

“My name is Latira. My friend is James.” Latira gestured to a man who had his hand over his nose. Blood was leaking down his face as he glared at August.

August glanced at Morgan and his rage came flooding back. “Where is Azari.” He demanded. “Where is the other vampire that was here?” He scanned the room and saw Azari in the corner, knocked out with burns from the silver all across his face and up one of his arms where the sleeve had come back.

August lunged.

“Woah! Hey, calm down!” James caught August and held him back.

“Let me go! Let go of me— I’m going to kill him!” August kicked and fought but somehow James managed to hold on. “He killed them! He killed them— let me go!”

“Chill out!” James yelled, holding on tighter.

“Your friend is still alive.” Latira said calmly.

August froze. What?

August dead-weighted, slipping away from James and rushing to Morgan’s side.

Latira was right. Morgan was still breathing. Azari had missed Morgan’s heart.

Without taking time to think, August pulled the stake out of Morgan’s chest. Morgan gave a weak cough, drawing up the slightest amount of blood.

“Morgan? Morgan, you’re going to be okay.” August tentatively lifted Morgan into his arms, ignoring his own pain and the slick coating of Morgan’s blood on his arms. August looked up at Latira and James. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

“We heard you screaming from outside.”

“Yeah. You were being really loud.” James said. “That guy thought he could stop us when we came down here, but the dumbass didn’t realize I’m a werewolf.”

“You’re a werewolf?” August stood quickly. Vampires and werewolves weren’t exactly on good terms.

“Chill. I don’t care about petty feuds. I don’t even belong to a pack. I went rogue seven years ago.” James grinned.

August hesitated. In a way, August was a bit like a rogue wolf. He didn’t answer to anyone in the vampire community— indeed, he was damn near the oldest member of the vampire community. It would have been odd to submit to those so many thousands of years younger than him. Like James, August didn’t really care for the feud between vampires and werewolves, but just because he wouldn’t join the feud didn’t mean he wanted to trust a werewolf.

What other choice did he have, though?

“Thank you.” August gave a short nod. “You’ve just saved both our lives.” His expression hardened. “He’s still going to die, though.” August nodded at Azari.

“You do not have the authority to make that decision.” Latira said, her voice still very calm. “That is a choice that is left to the vampire council— if I understand your culture correctly.”

“Three things.” August sneered. “One, the council will sentence him to death for his crimes anyway. Two, I am older than every single member of that damned council. And three, I am going to be the one to kill him. Also, unless you’re a vampire, your words hold no official meaning.”

“I am older than the earth itself.” Latira maintained the same calm as she had the entire time thus far. It was starting to infuriate August. “I have connections with the vampire council. I do not believe in violence, but I do believe in justice. If he is to die, that is to be sentenced by the rightful leaders of his community.”

August wanted to tear her to shreds. “So in other words, go to the council or you’ll tattle? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

“You have no idea how our community works! If you think for a secondthat you can stand in the place of our leaders, you’re wrong. I would rather kill you than go to the council and let them take this vengeance away from me! Fuck off!”

“You need to leave.” James interrupted. “I don’t partake in the feud, but if you’re gonna threaten Latira, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Like you think you could take me!” August snapped, turning to James. “You may be a werewolf, but I’m not as weak as Azari is. I’ll break your bones like they’re nothing.”

James just laughed. “Maybe on a good day. Not with injuries like that and a hurt friend!”

August could feel his frustration building. “Get out of my way.” He growled.

Latira and James moved aside, allowing August to exit.

August stormed out of the house, ignoring the terrified stares of people on the street as he carried Morgan out.

“Do you need help? Holy shit, what happened?” Asked a man who ran over to August and Morgan.

“Leave me alone.” August hissed. The man did. August was pretty sure he heard at least three people call the police before he reached his own house again.