Anakins Hair Is Hammered Bronze, Amber Sunbeam Chestnut Honey, End Of Story

Anakin’s hair is hammered bronze, amber sunbeam chestnut honey, end of story

BRUH WHAT KIND OF BLACK MAGIC IS THIS 😂😂

HOW DID YOU GET IT SO SPECIFIC I actually think I might cry I’m scared.

Okay ladies and gentlemen this anon wins 😭😭😭 WHAT THE FUCK I’m still freaking out WHAT???

Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty #1 (2022)

written by Jackson Lanzing & Collin Kelly art by Carmen Carnero & Nolan Woodard

Ok so I just read both the chapters, and I am hooked already. Like the story background is so well written. The scene where he holds her dress, I can't 😭

I can already feel this story brewing into an amazing fic. I just can't wait for more chapters!

Thank you so much for writing! 💙

The new Mrs. Winchester (2)

Word count: 4.3K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Chapter warnings: Mentions of death, kidnapping, human trafficking; PTSD, forced marriage.

Series Summary: After spending over two years in captivity, and enduring assault, torture, and degradation of every kind, Y/N is finally sold off to the highest bidder. But when the deal is masked as a hushed marriage to a wealthy and powerful man, Y/N knows it means a few more nights of brutal torment ending in certain death. After all, why else would a man like him, want someone like her, except to fulfill desires so depraved that they would require owning a person. However, the Winchester mansion has mysteries of its own, woven in lies, betrayal, and death. Smack in the middle of it, she finds both hope and a home, in the person she least expected to find it with. But when it comes down to it, will she be able to save the thing that matters the most?

A/N: Thank you so much for all your love for the first part! You guys are awesome <3

Beta: My darling, @deanssweetheart23​​. You’re the best!

Read chapter 1 here

The Sun came up, but the curtains remained closed. It must’ve been late morning and staying in bed this late had to have been a problem but after a week of being holed up in here, the cozy darkness and the luxuriantly warm sheets felt safe. The only times your anxiety returned was when faint noises sounded on the other side of the wall. The noises weren’t loud or obtrusive by any means. In fact, the only reason you noticed them at all was that at first all your mind was completely trained towards them, ears waiting for them.

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