@sign story

The Elements Aesthetics

She glows like sunshine, her red hair is iridescent, her freckles inviting. The deep red of her lips promises passion, her temper is attractive and frightening at the same time. She is the happiness in the daylight and the danger of the night. Her eyes colour is changing just like her mood. Stubborn but generous, she’s impossible to control, impossible to get close to, impossible to stamp out. Run and save yourself or stay and suffer. She will keep you warm or burn you to ashes. She promises to be worth it all. Tame her and she will be yours forever, but will she still be herself?

FIRE is her name.


Look into her deep brown eyes, look into them precisely, what is she worth? What did she go through? She is older than everything around you, knows more than a prophet and has suffered more than God’s Son. She seems cold and rocklike, unapproachable, but the deeper you look into her, the warmer and richer her soul gets. Reach the deepest corners of her heart and you will see something so admirable, something so loving and passionate that you will never let her go again. Just a flutter of her long eyelashes will make your heart stop. Her movements are slow and elegant, she has the grace of a Queen and the kindness of a maid. She will make herself unforgettable, wanting her once, you will want her forever. Your bitter sweetest dreams will be about the scent of her dark hair. Her strength is limitless, protective, anyone by her side is invincible.

EARTH is her name.


She is invisible, impossible to catch, her unpredictability is dangerous. She can be soft and cooling or strong and destructive. Don’t play with her. She controls the rest, she can make them greater or blow them out, dry them. Don’t play with her, but you won’t even get a chance to. It’s her, everything is about her, she’s in control, her bright eyes will hypnotise you, her fatal lips will talk you into anything, you will be hers if she wants you to. That dangerously intelligent mind of hers can’t stay in one place, she needs to travel, to see new things, she’s never repetitive, she gets bored of routine and flies away. Don’t even try to tame her, you will make her disappear once and for all. 

AIR is her name.


She is all about change, seems easy to adjust at first, she takes the form of anything around her. She is soft and freshening, she is impossible to live without. You can see and hear her from far away if she wants you to, or she will be as silent as the darkness, you won’t even know she’s there. Her blonde hair is luminous as the sun, her blue eyes as innocent as her soul. She is easy to cry, as tears is what she’s made of. Her compassion knows no limits, her love is unconditional. You can scoop her up for a while, but still, she will leak through the tiniest flaws. Do not anger her, then even she can get dangerous. She can apply her red lipstick and the appearance of an angel will fade, you won’t have time to escape as you’ll know you provoked the tsunami. She will drown you and everything around you, she won’t stop until she’s all alone.

WATER is her name.

Ok last endverse!Cas wasn’t so great and I still have Down to Agincourt feels, so here’s another.

Feel-Good Movies Each Sign Should Watch

Aries: Boyhood (2014) //  “You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.”

Taurus: Life As We Know It (2010) // “Having somebody help you doesn’t mean that you fail, it just means that you’re not in it alone.”

Gemini: It’s Kind of a Funny Story (2010) // “People are screwed up in this world. I’d rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.”

Cancer: 500 Days of Summer (2009) // “I’m always the one who loves more. That’s my thing.”

Leo: The Spectacular Now (2013) // “It’s fine to ‘live in the now’. But the best part about ‘now’ is there’s another one tomorrow. And I’m gonna start making them count.”

Virgo: My Girl (1991) // “I only surround myself with people I find intellectually stimulating.”

Libra: Little Miss Sunshine (2006) // “You do what you love and fuck the rest.”

Scorpio: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) // “I’m always anxious thinking I’m not living my life to the fullest, you know? Taking advantage of every possibility?”

Sagittarius: That Awkward Moment (2014) //  “I love the way she laughs. I love the way we fit together in bed because we’re the same height and our crotches line up perfectly.”

Capricorn: The Art of Getting By (2011) //  “You’re going to have to start using that brain of yours to access that talent of yours and show that beautiful heart of yours.”

Aquarius: Silver Linings Playbook (2012) // “You have to do everything you can, you have to work your hardest, and if you do, if you stay positive, you have a shot at a silver lining.”

Pisces: The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) // “So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons, and maybe we’ll never know most of them.”

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Clean Bandit x Zara Larsson || Symphony

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Three


Will the heartbreak continue? Who knows.. Enjoy part 3!

Part One - Part Two - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six



“You’re sure?” Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of concern. It was as if this meeting was for you, like you were the one about to face lawyers to figure out your entire future. But it was Harry who was about to go in there and face this problem head on. You were just here to support him. “You don’ have to do this.” 

“I’m here, Harry, I came for you,” You assure him. You look back into those green eyes, the green eyes you hadn’t been able to look into all of last night after the two of you finally managed to stop crying and had ordered in some dinner, eating it silently with a romantic comedy playing on netflix to fill the silence. Breakfast had been an even more silent affair with nothing but the sound of him sipping his smoothie and you eating your cereal. “You said you needed me, so here I am. Let’s do this, okay?” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, unsure of how to truly get across how grateful he was that you were doing this for him. He just still didn’t get it. Why were you doing this? You were supporting him as he met with the girl he knocked up and their lawyers. You should be as far away from him as possible but as soon as he expressed his need for your support, there you were and that astonished him. But he knew he would do the same for you, always. 

“You gonna be alright?” You question him as you glance at the door behind him. In there waited both lawyers, and you had been told when you entered the building and directed what office to go into that ‘she’ had already arrived. You didn’t know her name, didn’t even care to. You were going to try to avoid even looking at her. You were here for Harry, and keeping her image as anonymous in your mind as possible was preferred. 

“As long as you’re here,” He hated saying that. He hated putting so much pressure on you but there you were, giving him a soft smile as you reach out for his hand. His breath halts in his throat a bit at the feel of your skin on his, that warmth and reassurance your hand offered as your fingers tangled between his. He returns the pressure, taking a deep breath before he turns to also look at the door. 

“Let’s go.” You whisper and nudge him a bit towards the door with your joined hands. He bites at his lower lip a bit and then nods, pulling you towards it. With his free hand, his other not daring to release yours, he pulled the knob and the quiet chatter that had been going on inside came to a stop. 

“Ah, Mr. Styles .. and Ms Y/L/N. We didn’t know you would be accompanying him.” Harry’s lawyer knew you, of course. You’d been with Harry for so long, been there through everything, that this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not that he was exactly a close friend either, but you knew each other well enough. 

“Moral support.” You answer, giving the man a small smile. You see her, you see her out of the corner of your eye as she stays in her seat at the table everyone had been seated around but you can’t look. You can’t bring yourself to look over at her. After Harry shakes hands with both his lawyer and hers, he pulls out a chair, the one across from her lawyer, and gestures for you to sit. 

It was so tense in here as Harry took the seat beside you, the one directly across from her. No one spoke, no one even made a sound. You cross one leg over the other, your foot tapping anxiously as you bite at your lip. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the pulse of it beating in your ears. Harry clears his throat, shifting in his seat a little. You note that he wouldn’t look at her either and instead was focusing on the table before him. You also noted the deep crease between his brows, the tapping of his foot, the fingers playing with his bottom lip nervously. 

“Isn’t there some kind of speaking that should be done? Anyone?” You finally say, tired of all this tension. You glance at the two lawyers, clearly they both were unsure of how to breech the subject, the subject everyone was here to deal with. Your presence clearly had thrown them off and you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t think you’d stick around after Harry got this girl pregnant. 

After that, the lawyers began talking legal terms, about how ‘she’, they said her name but you purposely disregarded it, not even letting yourself register what it was, would have to sign an NDA, non-disclosure agreement, stating that she could not speak about this to anyone or would face legal charges. You even got drug into that one, seeing as you were present and aware of the situation. Harry gave you an apologetic look as he watches you scribble your name on the line but you just look away from him, avoiding his eye.

“The biggest step now is to establish paternity.” Harry’s lawyer says after both you and her slide the now signed NDA’s across the table back to him. “We need to assure the fact that Harry is in fact the father of this child before we truly figure out anything else.” 

“I know he’s the father. I don’t sleep around.” It was the first time she has spoken. Her voice felt like a kick to your stomach. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to look over at her. You hang your head down as she continues speaking. “I know who the father is, there is absolutely no question.” 

“Then you should have no problems in us just making sure. For the paperwork, you know?” Harry’s lawyer adds, hoping to keep her calm as he picked up on the anger she was clearly starting to gain at being accused of not knowing the father of her child. “How far along exactly are you? What was the conception date?” The room fell silent. Surprisingly it was you who broke it. 

“Two months and six days.” You finally whisper, opening your eyes to look over at Harry. He looks back, a pained look on his face. It killed him that out of everyone in this room, the one to know the exact date he got a girl pregnant, was you. 

“Thank you, Ms Y/L/N.” Harry’s lawyer jots down the timeline you gave him, making note of it. Harry continues to look at you so you give him a small smile. You would remember that day for the rest of your life. Even if all of this hadn’t happened. That day was when you and Harry had gotten into the worst argument you’d ever been in. He was gone all the time, you were home, you missed him and he just kept putting off coming home. 

You eventually said he had to make more time for you or the next time he did manage to come home you wouldn’t be there. He came home two days later with a handful of roses and an apology on his tongue for the mistakes he’d made but never got out and instead pretended his slip up never occurred. 

“While we won’t decide anything officially until after paternity is established, have either of you thought about what you would like to do? Co-parenting, adoption, signing over custody to the other?” Her lawyers question made Harry finally look away from you and make eye contact for the first time with ‘her’. You look down at your hands, picking at your nails. 

“He can have it.” The words seemed to come out of her mouth without even a seconds thought. It made even you look up at her. And there she was, as gorgeous as she may be, her clear dislike towards the child growing in her stomach made her disgusting. And the fact that she slept with a man she knew very well was taken. 

“You don’t care at all?” You find yourself asking and all eyes move towards you. “It’s a baby, not a fucking dog.” She rolls her eyes at you and leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Either way, I don’t want to keep it. So either he takes care of it or we adopt it out.” She looks away from you and to Harry. “Which is it?” You glance over at Harry then and see that he had a bewildered look on his face as if he was seeing this girl for the first time. 

“You really don’ care?” He questions her and you all watch as she gives a shake of her head. “Then if I am the father then yes, I will take care of him or her. I won’ let you send my child into foste’ care jus’ because you won’ take responsibility for what’s happened. I had to, I had to break the hear’ of the love of my life because of wha’ we did and you don’ even care. You’re actin’ like we’re deciding on who gets the car we bought together,” 

“We made a mistake, Harry, let’s just figure this all out and move on.” She rolls her eyes again, uncrossing her arms to tap her nails of one hand along the top of the table. Harry shakes his head, clearly disgusted by her attitude, as were you. Maybe it was good she didn’t want to raise this baby, any child to grow up under her care would be doomed. Though foster care may not be the best option either but it wasn’t up to you. You were just an outsider here to hold the hand of the father. 

“Let’s end this for today. We will get a paternity test scheduled for as soon as possible and then meet again when we get the results.” It was still so tense and awkward in here and you didn’t even wait for the lawyers and Harry to finish their handshakes and to discuss going about doing the test, you stand from your seat and leave the room. 

“Nice choice in affairs, Harry.” You comment later when he joins you out in the hallway. He groans, both of his hands pushing through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead. 

“She was much more tolerable while drunk.” You couldn’t help but give a small laugh even against your better judgement. Harry, however, didn’t even so much as smile. He drops his hands from his hair and looks at you, a tired, exhausted and worn down look on his face. He even had a small pout forming on his pink and perfect lips. “Thank you for being here with me.” 

“I said I would, now let’s go get some food and then we can watch some shitty movie on netflix and just.. relax for a little while, yeah?”

“I won’ relax until we ge’ the results back.” He mutters but reaches out for your hand anyway. You allow him to take it, not realizing until the two of you were already heading out of the building and towards the car, that holding hands shouldn’t be something you still did like this. You don’t hold hands with your ex but it had been so natural and normal for him to hold your hand that you knew it just kind of happened by reflex. 

As soon as the two of you had arrived home, Harry fell onto the couch with his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. You sat beside him, biting at your lower lip and unsure of what to say to him. 

“When do you go to do the test?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence that surrounded you. 

“He’ll call me in the mornin’ to le’ me know. Should be in the nex’ day or two though.” He says, not lifting his hands from his face. 

“Are you really going to take full custody of the baby?” Your head was spinning with all of this and you so desperately wanted a nap but you said you would be here for Harry so until you knew he was okay you would stay right here with him. 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ it for awhile?” He finally looks over at you. You picked up on the bags under his eyes, the dark circles forming from lack of sleep and hundreds of shed tears. He clearly was exhausted, both emotionally and physically and seemed to need a nap just as much as you did. 

“Right. Of course.” You nod. “You look like you need a nap.” You tell him, reaching over to brush his hair from his forehead but you withdraw your hand quickly once you realize what you’d done. 

“I don’ know why you’re still here,” He whispers, his back falling against the cushions of the couch and looks over at you. “You are amazing.” You give a small laugh, falling back beside him. 

“And why is that?” You question him. He looks over at you, smiling. 

“You’re still here.” He looks at you like he was simply amazed by this fact, and he was. “You don’ have to still be here for me and somehow you still are.” He reaches over and slowly takes your hand, searching your face to make sure that this was okay. You give him a smile, gripping at his hand. 

“I can’t forgive you, Harry, I probably never will, but I still care for you enough to be here for you when you need me.” 

“I don’ deserve for you to be here with me still.” He releases your hand and instead reaches out to rest an arm across your shoulders. You hesitate for a second but then the exhaustion truly hits you. Sure, you’d only been up for a few hours but you had been sleeping so little the last few weeks and the meeting today took a lot of emotional stress out of you so you allow him to pull you against his chest. “I love you.” He whispered it hoping you wouldn’t hear but then also did hope you heard it and would say it back. 

“Harry,” You sigh and go to pull away but his arm tightens around your shoulders and he mirrors your sigh. 

“I know, I know,” He mutters, resting his head against yours once you finally relax into his arms. “I don’ forgive me either, but tha’ doesn’ mean I can’ at leas’ make sure you know you’re still my entire world and tha’ I love you with all my hear’.” You will the tears to stay away as you listen to Harry speak, burying your face in his shirt. You wrap an arm across his torso, giving a sigh. 

“Let’s just stop talking and take a nap.” You instead suggest. You couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t keep having this same round about conversation of him still loving you, of you being hurt, of him having a baby with someone else and you never being able to forgive him. For tonight, you just wanted to forget about it all and pretend everything was okay as you lay in his arms. 

“Sounds good to me.” He answers, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your head, his other arm wrapping tight around you. He gives a small smile, the first real one in weeks as everything left his mind and he listened to your breathing even out as you drifted off. Right here, like this, he could pretend everything was okay, at least for a little while. 

Love Has No Language

Request by @belle6026 to do a story where Draco learns how to sign in order to talk to his crush

Requests Open

Warnings: None

Word Count: 725

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Draco rarely found himself so infatuated with one person, or so curious about their life. Most of the time he would come to know people from gossip or talking with them and decide they weren’t worth his time. He had a strange feeling that this wouldn’t be happening this time. There was this girl, Y/N, Draco had known her since year one at Hogwarts, yet had never spoken to for obvious reasons. He could only imagine what it was like for her, probably like watching the world behind a sheet of glass or some other obstruction. Everyone on his side could interact and communicate freely, while on her side things were much more difficult. He knew many didn’t dare try and cross that boundary separating her and the rest of the world. There weren’t many people at Hogwarts who even knew what Sign Language was, let alone knew how to sign.

               It was one rainy day in November that Draco found himself sitting opposite the girl during one of their class study sessions. He looked across and waved, smiling when she returned the gesture. He took out a piece of parchment and scribbled on one corner, “Hello, how are you?” before sliding it over to her. He could almost see the drop in her expression, and it made his entire heart ache. He watched as she scribbled a response before sliding it back to him, “I’m alright, how are you?”, he saw just under his writing, in beautiful script. He frowned slightly looking up as his mind started to race. There was no way they could have meaningful conversations like this, and Draco was determined to get to know this girl. There was something about her that drew him in, something about her that made him want to break down that barrier. He held his hand up in a sort of ‘Wait’ gesture before standing up and disappearing back to his dorm. She would probably be waiting awhile, but he was going to do it.

               On their next trip to Hogsmead, Draco made a beeline for the bookstore and looked through everything until he found one small, old book on sign language. He was honestly surprised to find one at all. Returning to Hogwarts with his prize Draco spent weeks studying the hand gestures and workings of the language. He practiced well into the wee hours of the morning. He started with simple things such as, “Hello, how are you?” and responses, before moving on to more conversational tools. It took about two months before he felt comfortable enough to possibly hold a conversation.

               The next morning, he walked up to her in their first class with a big grin on his face. His heart beating rapidly, he signed, “Hello, how are you?”, and he swore he could see her face light up. Almost too rapidly for him to understand she signed back, “You know sign?”. It took him a moment to figure out what she said before responding, “I’m still learning. I wanted to talk to you properly. This is what you were waiting for”. Draco would have done anything to see her smile the way she beamed at him then. He must have been one of the first people to even try and learn her ways, instead of make her learn theirs. “Thank you”, was all she responded. After class that day the two joined up outside the castle. They spent hours teaching him new words and perfecting his signs. Now whenever he wanted to talk to her, he could. He learned that she loved to draw because it was a way she could express herself in ways others could understand. He leaned all about her family and her life, and for once he didn’t get bored, but rather just became more infatuated every single day.

               He told this story at their wedding, explaining to the crowd of people in both English and Sign Language that love could break any barrier. He explained that sometimes if you really cared about a person, it didn’t matter what you had to do, you would do it, and even if your first attempt was horrible, they would still appreciate the effort. The way she lit up that day was still burned into his mind, and he worked everyday to bring that same smile to her face.