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A Cycle of Stars

Once upon a time there lived a lonely little princess. The little girl was sad and friendless since having lost her mother at a young age.  Her father was busy ruling the kingdom to pay her any attention. Only the stars kept her company, and while she was grateful – she was also very sad.

One day, she wished with all her might upon the stars for a friend.

She was visited by the Maiden of the stars

“Little Princess,” She asked, “Why do you cry?”

The Little Princess looked at the Maiden and answered, “I cry because I am lonely.”

The Maiden of the Stars smiled at the Little Princess and touched her cheek, “Do not cry Little Princess. You will be loved.”

The second day, she wished again with all her might for a friend to love her.

She was visited by the Water bearer

“Little Princess,” She snapped, “Why do you cry?”

The Little Princess looked at the Water bearer and repeated her answer from before, “I cry because I am lonely.”

The Water bearer frowned at the little princess and rained water down upon her, “Do not cry Little Princess, if you want a strong friend, you must be strong yourself.”

The third day, she wished again with all her might for a strong friend to love her.

She was visited by the King of Lions.

“Little Princess, you have been visited by the Maiden and the Water Bearer,” He asked her, “Why do you still cry?”

The Little Princess looked at the lion sobbed, “I cry because I am still lonely.”

Curious, the Lion asked her, “Are the stars no longer enough for you?”

The Little Princess shook her head in despair and lifted her hands to embrace the lion; “You cannot stay with me when the sun rises.”

The Lion heard the desire in her words and touched the little Princess’ cheek.

“Then you wish for a friend who is strong, will love you, and will be your companion?” The Lion asked.

But the Little Princess, too stricken with grief from the passing of her mother, shook her head. She did not want a temporary companion, and did not understand in her young heart what her wish could mean. She did not understand the power of her words, or what the yearning in her heart could mean.

“I want him to stay with me,” She wished, “I wish for a strong friend, who will love me and remain by my side forever.”

The King of Lions tried to reason with the Little Princess, but she would not listen. So he returned to the stars.

There, he searched high and low for the strongest of the stars. Eventually he settled on Draco the dragon. Leo plucked his constellation from the sky, whispering quiet words of encouragement to the young, fiery star.

Draco was cast down from the sky, falling among the summer leaves and discarding his starry form behind him in the realm of the celestial spirits.

As he was not from this world, his body was unusual. He possessed rosy hair, sharp eyes, the fangs of a dragon, and a smile that glowed like the flames of the rising sun. Around his neck he wore a white scarf, a curious oddity but one he seemed just as attached to.

When the Little Princess saw her new pink haired friend, she was delighted. In celebration of the season he first appeared, the Little Princess named him ‘Natsu.’

For the first time since her mothers passing, the Little Princess was happy and allowed for her new friend to call her by her name, ‘Lucy.’

They spent many days together and enjoyed one another’s company. While Lucy studied to one-day rule her country, Natsu trained to be strong and protect his queen.

Together they played together as the seasons passed in a blur around them.  Soon the Little Princess was a young maiden, and her companion a strapping young man.

He was her dragon, and she was his princess.

And as the years passed, they fell deeply and happily in love.

Not once did the princess question her wish.

But as time progressed, and the Princess became a beautiful Queen, it stopped for Natsu.

Her dragon grew not a day older.

His love for his Queen grew by the day, but as time marched on it dragged them further and further apart.

It was only then did Lucy truly become aware of the weight Natsu would have to bare.

The stars shone for eternity, but all mortal life extinguished with time.

So when their beautiful adventure ended, Natsu was left alone. His northern star gone and nights moonless.

Now he is aimless. The dragon walks among men, searching endlessly for his sun to rise again. Wrapped around his wrist remains the tattered remains of the red ribbon worn from his love’s favored white dress she wore as a child. It weighs as heavy as a chain, his body shackled to his immortality as he searches for Lucy. His precious scarf is gone, returned to the stars, a guide for him to know when he has found her again.

Should he be lucky enough to find her, Natsu never leaves her side. Falling deeply in love all over again. Their hearts were born from one another and joined again no matter the circumstance.

And such as the first time, whether be to war, famine, or time. He will lose his Princess all the same.

And the cycle of the stars begins anew


lonestorm Guess who finished

anonymous asked:

clarke accidentally leaves her diary at octavia and bellamy "accidentally" reads it (and finds her hilarious or sg) - please ^^ thank you - s.

T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T.

So this was supposed to be a short little drabble and then it developed a giant plot and it kind of exploded?  So moral of the story, this is much longer than I was originally intending.  Have some pining!Bellamy.

[AO3]

“Bell?!” Octavia yelled from her bedroom.

Bellamy sighed, and looked up from the papers he was grading on the couch.  “There’s a thing called walking out of your room to talk to people, O!” he called back.

She stuck her head out of her room and stuck her tongue out at him.

“You’re a child,” he informed her drily.  “What do you want?”

“Rude,” Octavia chastised, coming the rest of the way out of her room and flopping down onto the couch next to him.  “What are you doing anyway?”

She twitched one of the essays closer and read, “Social political structure of the Roman Empire prior to the death of Caesar. Okay, forget I asked, that sounds horrifically boring.  Count me out.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes and carefully pried the essay out of her hands.  “They’re all shit so I wish I could say the same.”

“Bellamy Blake,” his sister said, hands on her hips. “As an esteemed TA of the university aren’t you supposed to treat your students with the utmost respect?”

Bellamy snorted.  “You should see their grammar.”

Octavia smiled.

“What is it?” he asked, much more kindly this time.

“Is Clarke still here?”

That got his attention.  He put down his grading pen and turned fully to face Octavia.  “She left twenty minutes ago.  Why?”

Octavia held up a book.  “Because she forgot her very secret diary.”

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Dreaming of You {Angst Week Day 5}

I’ve had this done for over four hours, but my internet was being a piece of shit.


Natsu’s eyes slip shut, and he sighs as fingers dance across his skin, over his arms and chest, never staying in one place for too long. It’s a phantom touch, and he isn’t sure it’s really there. He could just be dreaming, but he wants to believe this is something real. It feels real. Her hands on his skin feel real. The tips of her fingers trail down his bare stomach, dipping dangerously close to his hips before sliding back up once again. She’s teasing him, he knows. She always does. His lips twitch. Sometimes he wonders if she just likes to watch him squirm a little.

He wouldn’t put it past her. He’s known her for years and it seems like something she would do.

Above him, Lucy giggles, pulling away from him entirely.

Natsu is about to protest, but gasps when the flat of her palm settles over his heavily beating heart, her other trailing along his neck and sending shivers through his body. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that she’s smiling. She’s always smiling. She always sees something bright and good in the world—she’s always happy and so, so alive. She makes him feel alive.

He doesn’t know how he managed to hold himself together for so long before he met her. And he doesn’t know if he even knew himself before she knew him, flaws and all. Sometimes he can’t believe that he ever lived or breathed without her. That’s how far she’s integrated herself into his life. He doesn’t know what he would do without her around.

Something touches his neck, cool and light against his skin, and he shudders, lips twitching as he hears laughter. He says nothing though, he doesn’t want to break the quiet. It’s too peaceful, and he’s afraid if he says anything, everything will shatter and be lost forever. And that’s not something he wants. He likes this—the quiet, them together, Lucy.

God, he loves Lucy. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He doesn’t know how he found her or why she stumbled into his life, but he’s glad she did. He’s glad he found her.

Soft lips press to his jaw, just barely skimming his skin. Natsu smiles, his hands slipping up her back under her shirt, fingers tickling her skin. She laughs lightly, lips trailing across his chin, so light he can barely feel them, and her hands move up to cup his face as he pulls her down to him with a hand on her hip.

“Lucy,” he murmurs. “I love you.” She doesn’t respond like she usually does. She doesn’t say anything.

Lucy’s nose bumps against his playfully, and he tilts his head to press his mouth to hers. Her hand slides into his hair, her mouth opening to deepen the kiss. A cold hand still rests over his heart, and his own palm settles over hers, tears gathering in his eyes. He pulls away from her.

Natsu’s eyes slip open, but he doesn’t look at her—not yet.

“I’m dreaming,” he whispers, blinking back tears. His gaze slides to her, and a lump grows in his throat when he sees the sorrow in her eyes.

Lucy nods sadly. “Yes,” she tells her, the back of her hand brushing his cheek affectionately. “But it is a good dream.” She gives him a sad smile, tears in her own eyes. He nods with her, kissing her fingertips gently. It is a good dream.

“You’re dead, aren’t you.” It’s not a question. He knows it’s true. This isn’t real, but God, he wants it to be. He would give anything to have her back.

“Yes.”

He laughs, a sob sticking in his throat as the first tears begin to fall. “I don’t want to wake up,” he tells her. “Lucy, I don’t want to wake up.” His grip on her tightens and he yanks her down to him, burying his face in her hair.

Something wet drips onto his chest and he knows she’s crying too, even if she isn’t really here. “I know,” she replies softly, placing her lips over his heart in a chaste kiss. “But you can’t stay here,” she tells him. “You still have things to do. You have a life to live.” It’s a gentle reminder, but it stings. He’s alive, but she isn’t. “We can only decide what to do with the time that is given to us.” She pulls back and he blinks up at her tearfully. Lucy smiles at him, catching his face in her palms and brushing his tears away with her thumbs. “And I’m so proud of you,” she says, tears sliding down her own skin. “Natsu, I love you so much. I always will.” She kisses him quickly. “You’re going to be happy and you’re going to do amazing things.” He shakes his head, but she doesn’t stop. “You’re going to find someone to love forever.” His hands tighten on her hips. “You’re going to be a great man.”

“I don’t want to be great,” he says thickly, his heart stuck in his throat. “I just want you.”

The tears are coming faster now, and he doesn’t think they’ll ever stop. Lucy just smiles at him. “And I you,” she breathes against him, catching one of his hands in hers, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his knuckles. “But you need to wake up now.”

Natsu shakes his head rapidly, terror in his eyes. “Lucy, no,” he begs, voice cracking. “Please, no.” Her smiles falters, but only for a second. The sadness never leaves her eyes though. “Don’t go,” he sobs, hands grasping her desperately. His heart breaks all over again, just like it has everyday since he lost her forever.

“I love you.”

It’s not fair. It’s not fair that he lost her while that bastard walked away like nothing happened.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to wake up,” he rasps, his head falling to the side, gaze sliding away from her. “I don’t want to wake up.”

He does anyway.


Natsu wakes up with a cry stuck in his throat, tears staining his face. The first thing he sees is the ceiling, but he slams his eyes shut again just as quickly. He blindly gropes the other side of the bed, sobbing when he realizes it’s still empty. Lucy isn’t there.

And she isn’t coming back.

She’s gone. Forever. He can’t get her back. The only place he’s ever going to see her is in his dreams.

His hands clench as he bares his teeth in a snarl. It’s so unfair. She was ripped away from him so suddenly—it’s cruel. She didn’t deserve to die—not the way she did.

They had been walking home after a date and there was an accident. He doesn’t remember much, just that they were hit by someone. Lucy shoved him out of the way at the last second, and the driver sped away. He held her in his arms, screaming for someone to help them. And there was chaos. People were screaming and someone was standing over him asking if he was alright—and dammit, he wasn’t alright!

Lucy was bleeding in his arms, her limps mangled and purple and black bruises already forming on her skin. And he was probably crying, he doesn’t remember. He was screaming and begging her to wake up, but her eyes just wouldn’t open. He could hear sirens in the distance, but it was like he was underwater, everything was muffled and nothing was making sense. His eyes were blurry and he was groping her neck for a pulse, but his hand was shaking too hard to feel anything. It was like he had gone numb.

And then she stopped breathing.

Another sob escapes him as he rolls to his side, curling in on himself.

It’s unfair. It’s so, incredibly unfair that he lost her—that she died. She’s always been this little light in his life, guiding him when he needs her, but now she’s gone, snuffed out like a candle. It’s like he’s lost in the dark with nowhere to go, and he’s just stumbling because he can’t see anymore.

She’s just gone. He knows she’s never coming back. He’s only going to see her when he closes his eyes and that kills him. His heart breaks all over again every time he wakes up and remembers she’s not here. She’s not going to be here. Not ever again.

He wishes he could just stop waking up.

Hot tears slide over his skin, but he hardly notices anymore. It’s like this every night. He should be used to this—but he’s not. He’s loved her for years. She’s been a constant part of his life for years. Yet, now he has to spend an entire lifetime without her.

Sometimes he wishes he died too. It would be easier than living like this. He knows Lucy would hate him for thinking it, but it’s true. They were so happy. So, so happy. But that’s gone now. She’s gone forever, and he can only hope it’s too a better place.

He’s never been a religious man, but for Lucy he wants something good, a place where he can meet her again some day. He wants more than just a cold, bloody ending on a street in December, but it’s been winter since she died. He just feels so cold all the time.

He wants spring.

He wants Lucy.

Natsu releases a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut tightly. He reaches for the bedside table blindly, catching a pill bottle in his palm. Sitting up on his elbow, he shakes two into his shaking hand, downing them without a second thought. He blinks at the bottle, gritting his teeth.

He doesn’t need them anymore, but he takes them anyway. When he does, he sees her. And she would hate him for taking these pills. She would hate him for being a damn addict because he can’t do this without her. He can’t do any of this without her.

With a frustrated scream he throws the bottle across the room. It hits the wall hard, pills scattering all over the floor. He ignores it, falling onto his back. He’ll have to clean it up when he wakes up again, but he doesn’t want to think about it right now. He just wants to sleep.

He wants to see Lucy.

And he does.

Suddenly he’s in that white room again, Lucy standing in front of him wearing that short, red dress she only wears during the spring. The fabric swirls around her knees, billowing around her, but there’s no wind. She smiles when she sees him, her eyes lighting up with happiness.

She reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together. Natsu smiles down at her, leaning his forehead against hers as he runs his fingers along her jaw, lips touching hers briefly.

“Lucy,” he breathes against her. She pulls back, giving his hand a squeeze and tilting her head to the right.

“You’re late,” she teases. “It took you awhile to come back.” He laughs, heart lighter than it has been for months.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “Can you forgive me?”

Her free hand rises to her cheek, her fingers brushing his skin lightly. “Of course.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing her again, slowly this time. Her lips move against his softly, lingering against his as he tilts his head, pressing closer to her as he slides an arm around her back. Her arm slides around his neck and he releases her, nose nuzzling hers before he kisses her temple, mouth against her skin.

“I love you,” he tells her, closing his eyes. “I love you so much.”

She smiles against his chin, placing soft butterfly kisses along his chin and jaw. “I love you too.”

Natsu tucks her under his chin. “I don’t want to wake up.”

And he doesn’t.

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