Gwaine's memories of his beloved knight Lancelot.

Lancelot understands Merlin's secret more than Merlin would expect. Lancelot has his own secret and is forced to use painful methods to keep it that way. Then Gwaine finds out. Will be Gwaine x Lancelot later on. Starts before The Darkest Hour and ends after it but Lancelot didn't walk through the veil, another knight did, because let's face it, Lancelot is too awesome to kill.

[open] Just thought I'd write bromance one shots. So if you have any suggestions please leave them in the comments!

I'm not responsible for feels and Shawngasms. I do dirty, sweet, cute, and sad imagines. You can send meh requests whenever. Shawn Mendes is kinda my life...

Agent Williams is assigned to protect Commander McGarrett while the investigaton on his last mission,that ended on him being captured for days and lose his hearing,is still on.Bodyguard AU.

Steve is sick but he hides it from Danny because a)he doesn't think it's important and b)he loves his work and Danny notices it sometime and Steve being Steve will act like a 5 years old while on bed rest

Here's some oneshots of McDanno just for the hell of it. It's quarantine, I'm bored and this is what you get :/

calum hood, ashton irwin, michael clifford & luke hemmings imagines & preferences. all preferences are written written by me unless stated otherwise! I take requests :)

"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.

"For fuck's sake, wipe that concerned expression off your face," he hissed and successfully yanked his hand away. If their earlier conversation and the witcher's apology brought them a step closer, now they had taken a huge leap back. Jaskier mentally backed away into his small cave, bringing up all the walls he possibly could to keep himself safe. "We haven't seen each other in ages and suddenly, you come to me running and acting as if you care? When did you even care, Geralt? Why now? I'll tell you what's your deal, so listen carefully." - Starts with Geralt rescuing Jaskier from the cell - Triggers: mentions of torture and past violence, nightmares, emotionally unstable Jaskier and dumbfounded Geralt Posted on ao3 as well.