unicorn emoji reviews

bright! colourful! a victim of apple’s love of the blur tool and gradients but shes doing her best! 3/5

a sturdy boy with a golden horn! a bit plain but otherwise charming! 4/5

this guys a bit of a show off, the kinda guy who shows up to a party uninvited and starts telling you stories of all the princesses hes granted wishes for and then gets mad when you ask him to leave. 1/5

just a simple unicorn trying to get by, soft and kindhearted!! she’ll share her magic with you and not ask for anything back, if you’re lucky she’ll show you were to pick the best berries 5/5

soft and cute but all i want is for them to please stop staring at me 3/5

the kind of unicorn that can only be summoned by gay wizards in the most dire of situations. hes also gay 6/5

a minimalistic and bright pal, their stare might be cold and dead but thats just because theyre planning a really great surprise 4/5

a punk lesbian unicorn, she listens to thrash metal and captures the hearts of every gay horse from here to venus 5/5

this unicorn is perfect in every way. elegant, graceful, ethereal. she’s perfect 10/5

The golden plains are not so called from the color of the dusty soil or the tanned bleach of the plants that used to grow there, that sometimes grow there still if you are looking the right way. They are not golden from the sun, or the star it calls sun, or the brightness that suffuses the air like a fog, cloying and sharp and cold.

The golden plains are so called because of the beasts that run it, with fur spun of golden thread and cloven hooves and long, golden jaws. Their beauty is unmatched, muscles moving like liquid gold, brilliant hides catching the light like shimmering fish. They travel endlessly and without rest, gathering in herds that consume those of their number that fall from exhaustion.

Once you have heard their shrieking, it does not go away until you have left the plains. That is the good news. The bad news is, you cannot hear their shrieking until you can see them. By then, it is too late.

Zodiac Gothic: Terrifying things may come
  • Aries: One day, when you blink, you'll see anther world in between the closing and opening of your eyelids. It will be terrifying, horrible, indescribable - and you will forget it as soon as you open your eyes. Perhaps it just happened. Perhaps it will happen tomorrow. Or perhaps, the last time you close your eyes, it will happen. And you won't be able to open them again to escape.
  • Taurus: The next time someone tells you to run, do it. Even if you are surrounded by nothing but walls, run until you can't run anymore - then walk, then crawl, then squirm. Only when you have exhausted all means of movement will you be safe.
  • Gemini: You are going to meet a special someone soon. A /very/ special someone. They will not have eyes, and their tongue will be heinously long. They will try to wrap you up - let them. Only once you give in to them will they let you go.
  • Cancer: Something horrible has happened. It had nothing to do with you, but it happened. Just now, it happened again. You are powerless to stop these horrible things. And they, too, are powerless to hurt you - so long as you remember to listen to the weather. Did you forget? Hmm. Something bad has happened. It had everything to do with you.
  • Leo: There are dark forces attempting to change your fate right now. But will it be for better, or for worse? Leave a lemon on your porch overnight to stop them. You may save yourself - or doom yourself to an even worse fate. You must make the decision soon, or the forces will already be upon you.
  • Virgo: Don't go to an ocean. Don't go to a lake. Actually, it's probably best you avoid swimming pools too. To be safe, don't even take a bath tonight - it isn't worth the risk. Is it raining? Well, then your fate has been sealed...
  • Libra: Don't stare too long at that object that shouldn't be there. Pretend that it's normal. If you pretend that you didn't just see it move out of the corner of your eye, you will be safe.
  • Scorpio: Don't do it. I know that you're thinking about doing it - but don't. There are demons waiting to take a hold of you if you succeed. What is 'it' you might be wondering - well, you know. You're the one who planned it.
  • Sagittarius: The monster under your bed loves you. It loves you so very much. It crawls out and sleeps next to you at night, and it stares at pictures of you while you are away. It even fights off the other monsters every night. But watch out, it might just fail some night....and the monster in the closet loves you in a much more violent way.
  • Capricorn: Someday, when you are home alone in a new house, there will be an extra door that you will notice, and be unsure of it was there before. It wasn't. It contains a set of stairs, each step more wet and soft than the last. The further down these stairs. you walk, the hotter and damper you feel, and the more lights you will see on the walls. Do not touch the lights. Do not touch the walls. Keep walking - you will eventually trip, and find yourself facing up the stairs. Walk up. Do not, at any point, turn back - the teeth will come.
  • Aquarius: A strange and hauntingly beautiful woman will ask to use your phone in a parking lot at midnight, sometime in the near future. It will be cloudy and dark. She will look startlingly familiar, but you will not be able to remember her at all. You must not allow her to take your phone. You must not allow her to take your heart.
  • Pisces: If you ever find yourself surrounded by strangers, keep a look out for anyone with golden pupils in plain white eyes. If you have seen them, then immediately cleanse yourself with fish water and lemon juice. If it's been more than three days, you have been Marked for something that is yet unknown, but must be avoided at all cost.

-tessylation-  asked:

the chocobros and their s/o attend a masquerade ball and the bros try their best to be suave and mysterious?

Whew. Sorry this took so long but this was such a wonderful request that I wanted to try and do it justice.I LOVE MASKS (I actually collect them). I really hope you like this because I had so much fun writing out these little drables. Sorry they’re a little long :) I got a little carried away.

Word Count: 3053



The ball was being held in your honor and you were the center of attention. Your dress was tight and elegant but tasteful and quite flattering. The mask that Noctis had made especially for you for the event was fashioned from a thing and delicate metal hand-painted a marriage of blues and greens, setting off your sparkling eyes. Everything about you screamed royalty and refinement despite being raised outside of any form of a royal life. It was as if you had been born to be a princess.

Noctis had been pulled away by one nobleman after another. Everyone wanted to congratulate the new couple and assure the young prince they supported his decision to wed a commoner. In fact, the decision had been insanely popular amongst the general Lucian population. Each time Noct tried to slip away and finally take you into his arms, someone else stepped into his path, It was getting harder and harder to watch as men – both young and old – gently touched your arm, allowed their eyes to wander across your beautiful form, or earn the twinkling laughter than always made the prince’s stomach flutter with butterflies.

Ignis appeared from somewhere behind Noctis and gracefully took over the conversation. Noctis caught his subtle nod before navigating the crowd toward you. Gladio called out to a young man that was making a b-line for the prince and Prompto stumbled through a sloppy greeting with another. Finally, Noctis’ gloved hand traced across your bare shoulders before he gently pulled you by your waist towards him. “Good evening, princess.” He dropped his voice several octaves and did his best Iggy impression in hopes of channeling his elegant speech.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of the breathy honey-filled words as they filtered into your ears over the hum of the party around you. Without turning, you knew your fiancée was the one gripping you so sweetly and carefully, as if to shield you from the world. You were thankful that he stood behind you and couldn’t see the thrilled smiled you had no hope of hiding. You had missed him all night. “Good evening,” you drawled in your own accent. “I must warn you, sir, my fiancée will be awfully jealous if he sees us in such a position. And in front of all these people,” you covered your mouth with a lace wrapped hand to stifle a giggle.

Noctis chuckled and lightly trailed his fingers down your arm. He hummed, pleased at the sight of the goosebumps running over your flesh. “Allow me one dance,” he begged in his trademark whine, the accent barely audible.

One step forward and Noctis swept you around the floor, joining the already flowing circle of couples. Your dress fanned around you as he spun you to face him, your noses touching before he placed a kiss to your forehead. “You really are breathtaking.” He spoke in his usual quiet, reserved voice. The blush that peaked below his plain golden mask was enough to let you know his cheeks were burning. Ever your nervous prince.

“Have you looked in a mirror today? You’re not so bad yourself.” You winked beneath your mask as he twirled you once more, your skirts spinning around you before he pulled you close to his chest.

Your lips met in the sweetest of kisses. It didn’t last long enough to satisfy the need you felt burning in your chest but you were surrounded by the most important people in the kingdom and some foreign dignitaries. That would have to wait until later. When you parted, applause erupted in a mixture of “aw’s” and one “he’s quite the lucky man” from King Regis himself. Apparently, everyone in attendance had stopped to watch the two of your twirl and dance around the room.

“Guess they like us?” You nervously laughed and hid your face in Noct’s chest.

Noctis did his best to cover you with his arms, knowing your face would be redder than his own. “I think this is all you.”


Being invited to a royal function, one that was bound to be filled with the most important and powerful people in the realm, was enough to have Prompto preemptively sweating. Putting on the elegant black on black suit, picked out by Noctis and nearly identical to the one he wore minus the pinstripes, only made matters worse. Maybe Noctis had seen this coming and picked the black for that reason alone.

The nervous blonde stuck close to Gladio who stood sentry at the main entrance. Though he was off duty and dressed in his own custom suit, he relaxed against the wall as he spoke with several glaives that had been assigned to the post.  Prompto was doing his best to act as if he were interested in the conversation as he scanned the room for you. His heart sank, fear pooling in his veins before he finally caught sight of you tucked into a corner of the room.

Though you were half hidden by a column nearly twice as wide as you, the unmistakable sound of your laughter filtered through his ears and he found himself smiling like a love struck schoolgirl. There was no mistaking you. The mask you wore was more for show than actual concealment. The thin plastic had been molded to you face and painted a glittering silver with more holes in the design than actual material. It went perfectly with the back dress the clung to you in all the right places.

Gladio gave Prompto a shove in your direction before laughing at a lewd joke Nyx Ulric had made about another member of the glaive. The girl beside him punched his arm with a half-smile as Prompto positioned his own silver mask onto his face. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself as he skirted the room to you, he cleared his throat and smoothed his hair to be sure it behaved for once. He bowed once he reached you in a practiced motion that he managed to make graceful and flowing rather than jerky and out of place.

“You, my lady, are a gift from the Astrals themselves. Tell me, what have I done to make the Six smile down upon me with such favor?” The words rolled off his tongue easily as he stood to his full height and forced his warm, ocean gaze to yours. He had practiced the line until he was blue in the face and had essentially traded his soul to Ignis in order to recruit his help. The words had been his idea and judging by the blush that colored your cheeks and the giggle it earned, Prompto decided it had been the right call.

The silver mask he wore was meant to match your own but covered much more of his identity. Even If his light golden hair had managed to cooperate, you would know the eyes of your lover anywhere. Always so warm and inviting, like Galden Quey even on the worst of days. “The gods do not reveal their secrets,” you inclined your head slightly towards him. “Though perhaps I am the one who has been blessed.”

Prompto coughed in an attempt to cover up the small squeak that your words had caused. Your friends giggled where they stood beside you and you waved them off. Using the column as cover from anyone other than your friends, you closed the small distance between the two of you and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. His hands naturally found the small of your back as he pulled you closer for a moment.

“How did you know it was me?” He asked when you parted.

Shaking your head, you pulled your mask from your face and handed it off to a friend. “We agreed on matching outfits. And I would know my gunslinger anywhere,” you promised with another kiss.


Tonight was Gladio’s night off – a rare thing for the Shield of the future king. The party was in full swing by the time he had managed to get into the monkeys suit that he felt was still a little too tight despite Ignis’ assurance that the tailor had followed the measurement precisely. He had ditched the tie the second the strategist had stepped from the room. His shirt was unbuttoned one button lower than was probably proper, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He wore the dark red mask – the color of dried blood, he thought – and stood posted by the door.

His large frame fit perfectly in the space just inside the grand entrance and a support column. Naturally, he sought a position where he could post up, survey the room to analyze it for exits and entrances, and to study the crowd. He frowned momentarily at the Champaign in his glass, expensive, sweet, and no matter how much he wished it to be, it wasn’t the cheap beer chilling in the fridge in his own fridge at home. He hated Champaign but he hated small talk more and drinking at least gave him an excuse to be anti-social. Prompto rattled on about something to his side, Noctis was apparently listening enough to encourage him to continue. Ignis had already lectured Gladio on his appearance and had moved on to greeting several of the nobles in attendance. Grumbling, Gladio pushed off from the wall with every intention of texting you to meet him back at his apartment but found himself breathless as you entered the ballroom fashionably late.

Your hair was piled up on top of your head, messy curls falling elegantly and glittering with subtle golden glitter. Your dress was skin tight and deep red. The top of the dress hugged your breasts firmly, a glittering golden band pushing them up as it secured behind your neck and accentuating your already full breasts. The slit running up the side ended just below your hips and allowed a glimpse of your toned and deliciously long leg as you stepped forward. You mask, made of golden glitter and painted so that black eyelashes framed your sparkling eyes, was clutched in your hand. Once you entered the room and every reveler turned to take in your sinful appearance, you slipped the mask on.

He would have known you anywhere, even if you’d worn the mask to begin with. Gladio knew your body with an intimacy that you had never felt before but seeing you clothed in such a revealing yet tasteful dress was enough to have his mouth watering as he approached you. He noticed several other young men turning towards you in hopes of gaining your attention, but one withering look from the human mountain and they retreated.

Large hands roughly grasped your hips and you gasped at the sudden contact. “You look good enough to eat,” the man growled into your ear and a sudden heat rushed to your core. Even without seeing his face, you knew the voice.

“In front of all these people?” You gasped in feigned innocence.

The grip on your hips tightened momentarily before you were pulled into the darkened and secluded corner he had claimed for himself before. Noctis and Prompto had disappeared into the throng of people and the two of you were alone. “I can’t believe you in this dress,” amber eyes burned into yours behind a golden mask.

Biting your lip, you fluttered your eyelashes behind your own mask. “You don’t like it?”

Gladio pressed his hips against yours, effectively thrusting his growing erection against your front through your thin gown. “Oh, I love it. I think everyone else does, too.” He smiled at the gasp that escaped you before bowing his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

“Don’t tell me you’re not going to let me enjoy the party. Especially after I got all dressed up,” you pouted.

Gladio stepped back, creating some space between the two of you and ran a hand through his already messy hair. “I think you might enjoy our time a little more.”

You couldn’t help giggling at the sight of Gladio struggling to contain himself. You knew he would never do something to embarrass himself, the crown, or you in front of so many important people. Yet, you couldn’t deny the thrill his behavior sent through you. It was wonderful knowing you were his one weakness. “So, we schmooze a little, dance a little, drink a lot, and sneak off for own party?” You stole a kiss before pulling him back out into the dimly lit party.

Gladio kissed you again, this one longer and just forceful enough to elicit a whine from you, before waving to a member of the council as he approached. Your head spun as you bowed, your arm threaded through the young Shield’s for balance as well as show, and greeted the elderly man.

Your family name required you to smile and laugh at every poor joke and to interject only whenever appropriate. The two of you worked the room just as well as any noble couple would be expected to. Ignis, Noctis, Regis, and Clarus each took a turn speaking with the two of you. Once all the names had been crossed from your list and Gladio had achieved the perfect buzz from the expensive wines being served, he pulled you onto the dancefloor for one dance. Although he claimed to hate it, his feet navigated the elegant steps perfectly and he pulled you along in his strong arms with confidence.

“You’re good at this,” you mused as he twirled you carefully once before pulling you close to his chest once more.

Raising an eyebrow behind his mask, he smirked. “You what else I’m good at,” he purred into your ear.


Halfway through a conversation with a visiting dignitary from Altissa, Ignis’ cool gaze was pulled from the elderly man to the center of the ballroom. You were there, your hair curled and braided just messily enough to scream effortless while still looking elegant without trying. Your dress was green and hung just off your shoulder and fell in a trumped shape to the marble floor. Again, the dress was simple but somehow stunning as it hugged you in all the right places.

“My apologies, sir, but I’m afraid there is something I must…see too.” Ignis bowed his head slightly in respect before slipping into the crowd. He noticed the wine glass carefully resting in your relaxed hand and how it reflected against the mirrored mask you had chosen. The small hand mirror you had sent him earlier than evening had been his only hint as to what you would be wearing and he mentally applauded your choice.

Ignis had smoothed his hair, long from lack of time to have it properly trimmed, back from his face in a sort of vintage pompadour style, a single rogue lock falling into his seafoam eyes and onto the plain back mask. His classic suit and thin black tie added to his classic look. He smirked, quirking one corner of his pale pink lips to the side as he approached you. “You, my darling, look positively ravishing. Surely a creature so divine is without an escort?” Though his speech was the same, he did his best to disguise his accent.

Your cheeks burned a beautiful rosy color as you curtseyed in greeting. For all his efforts, Ignis did look quite different from his normal self. However, you were just as sharp as the strategist and you knew your lover well enough not to be fooled by his appearance. “It appears I’ve been forgotten. Perhaps I could find someone else to keep me company this evening.” You sipped casually on the wine in your hand.

“Such a man would be a fool to leave you unguarded. Allow me, my lady.” Ignis offered his arm and waited for you to take it before guiding you towards the other dancers. He paused to allow you deposit your now empty glass onto the tray of an offering waiter before spinning you elegantly in time to the music.

You fell into step with Ignis with such ease that it was difficult to keep up the act. He was a perfect gentleman and kept his hands properly in the small of your back and clasped your hand delicately in his own. You noticed the appraising gaze of several around the room at your show. “I must say, you are quite the dancer, sir.”

“Come now, my love, surely you have not forgotten my touch,” he purred into your ear as he dipped you low and supported your weight with his arms. His eyes sparkled behind his mask with mischief before he pulled you pack to your full height. He removed his mask with one hand while keeping you close.

An airy giggle escaped you as you covered your mouth with your silken gloves. “Oh my, Ignis, I had no idea you were such a skilled dancer.”

With a chuckle, Ignis carefully removed your mirrored mask so as not to disturb your makeup or hair. “Must you tease me?” He chided you with a click of his tongue.

Rising further onto your toes than your shoes already forced you, you stole a chaste kiss and blushed at the chorus of “awe’s” that filtered over the elegant music. “Never, my love.” Leaning close, you whispered so that your breath fanned over his ear, “I would never forget your touch, Iggy.”

The only indication that Ignis heard you was the tightening of his grip where his hands rested at your side, forcing you closer to his front. The pressure was enough to let you know that you had cracked his cool mask of composure. He was barely holding himself together and that knowledge sent a thrill through you. He let your name slip through his lips in a hushed whisper. “Perhaps we should take out leave of this soiree.”

“Lead the way, my love,” you laughed and laced your arm through his once more. Once you had retrieved your coat, Ignis helped you into it and steered you towards the exit of the citadel. Smirking, you pressed the key to your apartment into his hand before climbing into his sleek town car.

[Somewhere In-between]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: Future!NaLu.
Setting: Canon - Dragon timeline. 
Genre(s): romance, angst.

Summary: That was when the truth finally hit him: the truth that he was already dead. And that he might never see Lucy again.

Natsu woke with a start. Gasping for breath, he choked on the ash and the smoke hanging low and thick in the warm air. Ruins of buildings ran on for miles in either direction, offering a clear and dismal view of the black sky and its winged inhabitants. Clouds receded into the ever-growing darkness, forming a mass that hid the stars from view.

Natsu was alone in the darkness.

Gazing down at his hands, Natsu remembered the jaw of a dragon closing around him. He remembered the sickening rush of fire that enveloped him too quickly to be devoured. He remembered Lucy’s screams below him.

And yet, here he was, barely a scratch on him. Lucy must’ve done something. But, then, where was she? 

Clambering to his feet, Natsu staggered forward and caught himself on the ruins of a nearby building. The wall chipped away under his fist, adding to the pile of debris at his feet. He had no time for exhaustion. He had no time for pain. He needed to go. He had to find Lucy. To find his guild mates.

Wiping the sweat from his face, Natsu eased himself along the wall, guiding himself into one of the few remaining buildings. Though the windows had shattered and the ceiling fallen in, the structure offered enough shelter to keep him out of sight.

He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Ten thousand dragons had just come pouring out of the gate in a sea of fire. And Lucy – Lucy had tried to stop it. Tried to warn them. If only they’d let her close the damn gate!

Glancing around the ruins, Natsu searched in vain for something that might lead him to Lucy. Taking a deep breath, he searched for her scent, hoping to find it among the suffocating mist of smoke clinging to the air.

Leaning against the wall in an attempt to suppress his panic and prevent his muscles from failing him, Natsu stared idly at the floor, hoping an idea might appear in the cloud of ash at his feet. There had to be something he could do. Some way of knowing if she was still alive. 

Visions of Igneel flickered though his mind. He’d been able to track Igneel from great distances as a child – that’s why, when his father had disappeared, he’d been so damn sure that he could find him. But that was a heartache for another time. First, Natsu had to find Lucy. And then he had to find his friends.

‘Think,’ he urged himself. ‘What were we doing before now?’

Natsu had stepped in to protect Lucy from a group of dragons hoping to make her their meal. After that, she’d dragged him off to a nearby building, hoping to dress his wounds. They’d spent the night in that shelter, Natsu eating surrounding flames for strength while Lucy talked of battle plans for the day to come. But not before the dragons had found them and torn the building apart. 

Natsu…there’s something I need to tell you…

Natsu thumped the side of his head with a fist. What did she want to tell him? The flash of pain in her eyes had been so unbearable. To Lucy, they’d already been defeated. Or maybe it was the fear that he’d seen there. Or maybe it was something else. Something he didn’t understand. 

‘Get away from there, Juvia!’

Natsu straightened. 

‘No! Juvia will protect you, Gray-Sama!’

Bolting out of the building, Natsu skidded to a halt as roaring flames came surging out of the darkness, enveloping Juvia in their heat. Steam, supposedly from Juvia’s body, drifted up in waves through the sky, before scattering like rain over the ashen land.

Gray crumpled to his knees in the distance, just out of Natsu’s reach. That didn’t stop him from trying though. Charging on ahead, Natsu lifted a hand and screamed for Gray to stand up. A dragon loomed close in the distance.

Gray didn’t move. It was as though, in that moment, time had frozen to a halt. And when Natsu finally reached that spot, Gray was gone. Like a ghost he could no longer see.

‘I told you to stay close to me, Levy!’

‘I can’t leave them! Jet and Droy! They’re hurt!’

‘They’re dead!’ a voice screamed. ‘And you will be too if you don’t hurry up!’

Whipping around, Natsu spotted Gajeel hurrying along in the distance, Levy slumped against his side. The two ran into a veil of smoke and disappeared at the other side. 

Rubbing his eyes, Natsu stared at the dust at his feet. There were no footprints. No signs that Gray had ever been there at all. No signs that Gajeel and Levy had ever passed him.

What was going on?

A chill swept its way up his spine as the familiar beating of wings passed overhead. The dragon scanned the area with its black eyes before carrying on its journey through the darkness, without ever glancing in Natsu’s direction. 


This time, it was Lucy’s voice that cleaved its way through the darkness. He couldn’t see her, but her voice was so close, like an echo in his heart. Falling to his knees, Natsu slammed a fist onto the ground, scattering a cloud of dust into the air. Holding his breath as the wind took it away, Natsu stared through watery eyes at the hint of a sign sitting there at his feet.

Fairy Tail.

Tears dripped onto his cheeks. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. It was as though all the strength in his body had been sapped from his muscles. From his veins.

That’s when he saw it – something wedged underneath the sign. It was about the size of a finger and equally as slender. Giving it a tug, Natsu yanked it free of the sign and nearly retched at what he found.

No, it wasn’t like a finger. It was a finger. A hand. Natsu recognised the dismembered hand he’d pulled free of the rubble. Lucy’s guild mark stared back at him from pallid skin.

A scream tore from the depths of his throat.

No. Not her guild mark. Not that. Anything but that. 

Clutching the hand to his chest, Natsu stared at the silhouettes of dragons leaving him in the dust. Clenching a fist at his side, he let out another bloodcurdling scream.

‘Take me!’ he screamed. ‘Don’t hurt her anymore! Don’t take away the things she loves!’

The sky above him opened up, as though in answer to his call. A blinding light poured in through the gaping hole, enveloping him in an unusual warmth. When the light finally faded, Natsu was no longer standing in the rubble of Magnolia Town. The sun beat down on a golden plain that stretched on for miles on either side of him. He stared into the clear sky, listening to the hum of the wind in his ears. Then he glanced down at his hands, both of which were empty.

Lucy’s hand was gone. 

‘Natsu?’ it was a woman’s voice. ‘If you’re here…then that means…’

Natsu glanced over his shoulder to find Erza standing behind him.

‘Where’s here?’ he asked. 

‘Somewhere in-between,’ Erza said, forcing herself to smile. ‘We’re not dead. But we’re not quite alive, either. Something appears to be wrong. It’s as though we’re stuck here, between time. Or something like that.’

‘Stuck between time?’ Natsu’s head hurt. ‘What’re you talking about?’

‘I spent all of my magical energy on the battlefield,’ Erza explained. ‘When I awoke, I was still in Magnolia, but the dragons no longer seemed interested in me. That’s when I realised something was wrong. For a time, I could do nothing but watch my comrades fall around me, none of them able to hear my pleas. It felt as though time had been distorted.’

‘Is Lucy here?’

‘No. There are others, though. So far I’ve found six of our guild mates. Gray and Juvia are among them. Gajeel is the most recent to arrive.’ 

Natsu shivered with sudden realisation. He’d watched Juvia die with his own eyes, though it had felt almost surreal, as though he’d been dreaming. And Gajeel…

That was when the truth finally hit him: the truth that he was already dead. And that he might never see Lucy again. She was out there, somewhere, alive and all alone. One by one, the dragons were picking off their guild mates, leaving them without protection. Leaving them without hope.

Spinning on his heel, Natsu was jerked back by a pair of arms before he could set into motion. Gajeel wrestled him back against him, holding him still. Tears trickled onto Natsu’s face.

‘Send me back!’ he screamed. ‘Send me back! I have to save her! I have to be with her! Lucy! Lucy! She’s all alone! Let me go!’

Erza’s fist connected with his stomach, sending a wash of pain running through him. ‘As long as she isn’t here, that means she’s alive! You can’t do anything for her now!’

Natsu dropped to one knee, defeated and filled to the brink with an agony that made his marrow ache and his soul shiver with regret. 

‘I have to…I have to help her…’ he panted, succumbing to the weight of his injuries. ‘I’m sorry. Lucy, I’m sorry.’

‘You didn’t have to hit him so hard,’ Gajeel said. ‘I’ve got him.’

Erza’s voice was a distant whisper in the back of Natsu’s mind. ‘It’s better than him running off. We still don’t know where we are.’

‘We’re dead,’ Gajeel sniped. ‘Ain’t much else to it.’

Dead? How could he be dead. He’d promised her. He’d promised that he would be there to protect her. 

‘What’re we gonna do?’ Natsu recognised Gray’s voice through the blur of pain in his mind. 

‘We’ll wait here for the others,’ Erza said. ‘That’s all we can do.’ 


As darkness took him, Natsu thought of Lucy’s face one last time. 

I’ll lend you…my strength.

Life is Sweet

Nalu Amusement park AU commission for @thecelestialchick! Thank you, McKay! <3 I appreciate you <3

pairing: nalu

characters: natsu, lucy, mention of loke

word count: 1016

Natsu’s eyes threatened to narrow at the customer in front of him. He stood at the counter with his slimy hand pressed on it, wiping goo all over the place. Natsu wasn’t OCD, but the disgusting act squelched his cheerful attitude.

“I want that one!” he pointed at the person next to him with his other hand, a demanding tone to his voice. The person next to him sighed and shelled out the money, handing it to Natsu with a lifeless look in his eyes. They looked tired and bored, like they had been dealing with this person for quite a while.

Such was the life of a parent and a child. Not that Natsu would know, anyway. He was twenty six and didn’t have any children of his own, much less a girlfriend. With a quiet sigh, he handed the cotton candy to the boy and grinned when they walked away. It finally gave him some peace to be able to think about what exactly he wanted with his life.

Pondering over the future didn’t bother Natsu anymore. He knew he couldn’t be at this damn amusement park forever. He had a degree in Computer Science, and this was one of the only jobs that he could find. It was the highest paying, of course, which didn’t mean a whole lot. When he finally found a new job that actually paid him salary, he wanted to find the girl of his dreams.

She actually was in his dreams once. He had been in a field of golden plains, and she had waltzed up to him with a beautiful smile. Her golden hair fell down her back in waves, and his fingers ached with the desire to weave through the soft tendrils. She wore a v-necked casual white dress with a slight slit up the side that revealed the tops of her tanned thighs. Natsu’s eyes threatened to wander, but she reached out her hand before his eyes could travel anymore.

“Come with me, Natsu! Everyone’s waiting!” she said with that grin again. As they stared into each other’s eyes with longing and love, Natsu reached toward her to grab her hand.

Sadly, it was then when he woke up from his dream, sweating and clutching his chest. It was thumping in his chest harder than he had ever felt, and his eyes were wide. He didn’t know who it was, but he guessed that it was a girl that he was to meet very soon.

Four years later, he hadn’t met any women that compared to the one in his dream. And now he was working at a crappy amusement park for barely above minimum wage even though he had a degree that he worked his butt off to earn for four years. Great.

The next customer wandered up to Natsu, but he went through the motions and did the transaction without a delay. He was too in dreamland to even realize that they were standing there standing at him.

“Sorry, what?” he asked, zoning back in.

“I said, do you have a tip jar? This is the best cotton candy I’ve ever had, and I want to thank you for it,” the woman in front of him said, and Natsu’s jaw almost dropped.

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Feels Like Paradise

Yo. So like, writer’s depression or some shit so like! I made a couple of random scenarios inspired by the songs I have been obssesing over recently. So! Yeah, enjoy? al of them between 200-500 words. 

I’m out, bye, enjoy, I will be under my blanket.

Ps. not at all beta’d, lmao. yah. love you all. <3

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me, neither does the song. 

Lance blinks slowly and sighs pleased when the curtains block out the sharp rays from the sun. He stays still for a few more seconds, relishing over the warmth the bed provides and the soothing humming around the bedroom.

He doesn’t bother to look for the time, there was no need to know because his alarm hasn’t played yet, which could only mean it was Sunday.

Sighing contently, Lance hums before turning around, groaning softly when his limbs stretch pleasantly.

His blue eyes immediately fall on the sleeping body besides him and a smile makes its way to his face. He reaches out, brushing some of Keith’s bangs off gently, careful of not waking him up, and Lance’s heart fills up with love and warmth as he stares at his husband’s sleeping face.

Husband. Lance repeats in his mind and feels giddy all over again at the thought. He hums as he grabs Keith’s hand, rubbing soft circles on the top of it as he admires the ring resting on his finger.

It’s a plain golden band, similar to his own, and yet something about it makes it glow. It radiates something powerful and unexplainable and Lance can’t help but think it represent them both entirely. Simple at the sight but a hidden strength around it.

Lance hums quietly, the song from the night before echoing in his head. He can easily picture Keith and himself dancing once again in the middle of the dancefloor, world forgotten and bodies synchronized.

A groggy and deep humming join his own and Lance blinks in surprise as he looks up at Keith, heart fluttering excitedly as he sees a deep dark ocean staring right at him.

“Go’ morin’” Keith mumbles sleepily, half of his face still pressed on the pillow and Lance chuckles lovingly.

“Morning, amor.” He snickers quietly.

Keith hums moving a little until he’s closer to Lance and then he sighs happily. “Ev’thing ‘kay?” He asks, curious and calmly, voice dripping with fondness.

Lance smiles, soft and content as he leans closer and press his forehead against Keith’s.

“Feels like paradise.” Lance whispers, staring deeply into Keith’s eyes and his heart swoons when Keith beams at him.

Maybe because it was.

A Better Look

I’m SO sorry this took me so long!  I’m still winding down the busiest week at school.  Anyways, I wrote this as a request for @macyl0819!  Hope you like it, dear!  Enjoy! xx

Imagine:  I was wondering if you could write a Hufflepuff reader with Fred Weasley.

Originally posted by obviouslyphelps

The burrow was restless and stirring, even in the early hours of the balmy summer morning.  Hazy sunlight swept across the golden plains which paved the way to the quirky structure, weaving in between each individual weed and stalk like a continuous ribbon of warm light.  You could faintly pick up the soft rustling of the reeds near the brook, accompanied with the damp bristles of a course brush scrubbing away at stubborn cookery.  Your eyes, heavy with the remnants of a good night’s rest, blinked open in an expected response to the humble noises and warm glow of a new day.

“Psst.”  Your sleepy daze was broken in a near instant with the uttering of a simple nuisance.  Sighing deeply and slowly, you rolled onto your opposite shoulder and propped yourself up. You blinked in the adjusting light.

“What d’you want, Fred?” your throat was dry and scratchy, but the dewiness in the fresh air spilling through the open window offered welcome relief.  As you adjusted to your new state of awareness, you could see a fond smile growing on Fred’s lips.  He stood in the doorway of Ginny’s bedroom that you’d been sharing, propped against the doorframe like a grinning ginger giant.

“S’bout time you joined the realm of the living, now, don’t ya think, Y/N?” his bare freckled arms crossed across his chest as he gazed down at you with an unbelievable amount of mockery dancing through his liquid eyes.  Your responding smile was lazy and carefree as you yawned and stretched your arms above your head.

“I suppose I could go for a spot of breakfast,” your eyes flicked to his quickly and your smile dropped suddenly as you caught sight of the quaint cuckoo clock on the wall.  

“Merlin’s beard, I’m meant to be helping your mother with breakfast right now!” you jumped to your feet and all at once became very conscious of the fact that you were clad only in a thin ivory tank top and matching pajama shorts.  A flourish of pink spread across your cheeks; Fred was chuckling under his breath and shaking his head.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re too sweet for your own good,” he grinned.  “Mum’s been through with breakfast for a while now.”

As you grasped at the blanket covering your slender body, you bit your lip and felt your eyebrows knit together in concern.

“Oh, dear…I wanted so much to show my thanks for your family’s hospitality,” your hands slid onto your cheeks in worry; they were warm and flushed not only from your emotional response, but also from the steadily growing heat of the summer day.  Fred shook his head once more.

“Not to sound like a poof, but you’ve been a good friend to Ginny for years, and we’re all grateful to you for that,” Fred rolled his eyes and looked faux-disgusted at the words tumbling from his lips, which then curled into a smile.  “No need to fret, silly girl.”  It was your turn to let the familiar tingle of a genuine smile take over.

Clutching the blanket around you like a grand cape, you stepped past Fred into the hallway.

“It’s funny, Fred,” you started as you trotted down the stairs.  “You’re sweeter than you let people believe.”

Fred followed close at your heels and chuckled.  Your eyes shot open to the fullest when you were suddenly hit with a burst of cool air as your cape of wool disappeared from around your shoulders.  You gasped at the unwelcome sensation and stumbled on the steps.  As your heightened senses prepared for your inevitable fall and consequential pain, you felt a pair of strong arms grip your waist like a vice.

Eyes wide, you turned your head to find Fred holding you.  His eyebrows were the highest you’ve ever seen them, whether from concern or surprise. Your eyes darted down to his foot and the wool blanket that resided underneath it, then narrowed at his prankster actions. He chuckled as he set you upright.

“It seems you’re wrong, Y/N. Clearly I’m the git everyone else believes me to be,” he winked and threw the blanket over your head, tramping down the stairs and laughing almost maniacally.  Before reaching the bottom, though, his eyes shifted to you for a split second, just to make sure you weren’t truly injured after all. Satisfied and relieved to see you continue down the stairs from underneath the blanket like a child, he smiled softly and trotted into the den.

You were blushing under all of that wool, and you knew it wasn’t from the heat of summer anymore.  You were thankful for the mask that hid your pink cheeks and amorous little smile.

Your stomach moaned in protest as it attempted to settle the uproarious battle between the pumpkin juice and eggs that Mrs. Weasley had all but forced down your throat.

“Please, have some more, dear! You’re so thin,” Mrs. Weasley begged, making a grab for the skillet sizzling atop the stove.  You covered your mouth and let out what you hoped to be an inconspicuous burp.  Fred snorted over his bowl of porridge and smirked at you.  You bit you lip and offered a little smile.

“No, thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley, truly.  It’s all been so amazing,” you carefully lifted yourself from the creaky chair, adjusting to the new load you’d taken on at breakfast.  

You nearly waddled to the screen door. Although the smells of the buffet behind you were absolutely delectable, they also doubled as overpowering given the amount you’d just eaten.  The refreshing outside air, which wafted through the door, washed over you, offering great relief.  You closed your eyes and breathed the outside world in deeply.

With such disregard to everything around you, you hadn’t realized that you’d been standing in the doorway long enough for the Weasley family to retreat to their respective rooms.  You didn’t mind; it was a beautiful day.  Why shouldn’t I enjoy this?

With a swift little squeak, the screen door opened and you waded into the tall green grasses.  The untamed almost wild quality possessed by the burrow was something you always admired. There never would exist a better home for an entirely Gryffindor family.  Even so, as a Hufflepuff yourself, you never felt out of place. The environment was inviting, the people even more so.  You took your time to drink in the sight of it on your last day.

“Dallying, are we?” You let out a breath and rolled your eyes at the sound of the familiar snarky voice. Before you could retort, your sassy words disappeared with two arms sliding around your waist.

“Fred, what are–?” you craned your neck to look back up into his warm brown eyes, but only for a moment before your view changed.  His freckled face got progressively smaller as he lifted you in his arms, nearly above his head, as if you were a doll.

“Fred!” you squirmed a bit in his firm grasp in protest.  He promptly shushed you and somehow was able to maneuver you to perch on his broad shoulder as if you were a prized parrot.  Your heart was racing as the ground appeared miles below your dangling bare feet.

“Please Fred, put me down, I’m afraid!”

“Oh, live a little, Y/N,” Fred chuckled lightheartedly and kept an everlasting strong hold of your hip beside his head.  His fine red hairs tickled your exposed skin, and you found your hand inadvertently knotting into them for balance.

“Ow!  Relax, Y/N, my goodness,” he winced and continued laughing as if it were all a joke.  You squirmed more, embarrassment evident on your reddening cheeks.


“Merlin’s beard, look ahead!” his voice was laced with struggle and slight annoyance, but a smile never left his ruddy face.  You huffed and dragged your narrowed eyes away from Fred’s smugness, setting your sights to the horizon.

Your mouth dropped open a bit.  The sight was incredible from your perch.  The sun danced above the rolling golden planes in a burst of brilliance contrasted with the stark blue of the cloudless sky. The gentle breeze moved through the tall grasses like a wave and caressed your flushed skin like an old lover.

“I thought you might want a better look, you’re always staring at it so bloody much,” Fred chuckled and patted your thigh.  You swallowed.

“It’s beautiful…I just enjoy coming here so much,” you tore your gaze away from the transcendental sight to look down at Fred.  “It’s such a familiar, loud, and beautiful place…for all the right reasons.  I know I don’t share entirely in your family’s vivacious and fiery lifestyle, but I’ve always felt I belonged here.”

With your hand tangled in Fred’s peppery locks, you could almost feel the soft smile tingling on his lips.  You had to smile yourself at the thought of it, of him. You always had tender feelings for Fred, perhaps much more tender than a young woman should have for her best friend’s elder brother.  Ever since he’d accidentally slipped a dungbomb into your school bag, mistaking it for Ginny’s, and he was wracked with guilt, he’d somewhat had a special hold on your heart.  You could still see his brown eyes, wide with worry at his mistake but still glimmering with a whimsical playfulness and a mischief that struggled to stay away from the rest of his face.  You giggled to yourself.

Fred glanced up at you.

“What’s s’funny?” before you could respond, you were airborne, tumbling through space until you landed in a set of strong arms.  Blinking in disbelief, your eyes crawled up to meet Fred’s.  He was smirking as he held you close to his broad chest.

“You do belong here by the way,” Fred remarked, matter-o-factly.  You blushed and gripped at the soft cotton of his nightshirt, which still clung to him even in the late hours of the morning.  Your mind raced with possibilities.

“The burrow, I mean,” he chuckled and placed you gently on your feet once more.  “You know right well that you’re welcome anytime.”  Your shoulders sank a little, realizing he hadn’t simply meant you belonged in his arms.

“Oh, right,” you sighed and smiled softly up at him.  His face was radiant in the morning sunlight, every freckle and dimple dancing about like pure paint strokes.  Fred seemed to study your face thoughtfully.  Your cheeks burned as he piped:

“Y’know, you make the view here a little better, if you can believe it Y/N.”  Suddenly you were at a loss for words, and Fred turned on his heel towards the house once more.  Did he really just say that?  Am I dreaming?  You could only follow his lanky figure with your eyes, trailing after him in spirit like a lost puppy.  Truly you found yourself wanting nothing more than to be in his arms once more.

Before he stepped through the door, Fred turned his head to look back at you, still frozen in the midst of the summer heat and quivering grasses up to your knees.  He rolled his eyes.

“Well come on then, Y/N,” he quirked his head towards the house and you eagerly skipped forward, as if attached to him like a puppet on strings.  Fred held the screen door open for you and you stepped under his arm, smiling sunnily. His hand grazed your exposed hip.

“Meet me upstairs in a few, will you?” his whisper carried a hint of mischief and you bit your lip, continuing into the house.  You stifled how flustered he made you simply from the tickle of his breath against your skin.  I must play this game, and I must win it.

You waited at least a full hour before climbing the countless flights of stairs to Fred’s bedroom.  Assuming that’s where he’d meant to meet you, you took a deep breath as thoughts raced through your swimming head.  You raised your hand slowly and rested your knuckles against the smooth grain of the bedroom door before you.  Biting your lip, you pulled your hand back and prepared to knock. Before you could do so, the door swung open to reveal an all-too-familiar pair of smirking lips attached to a tall red-haired man.  You couldn’t help but smile goofily as your insides tightened.  He was dressed for the day at last, clad in a deep blue t-shirt, khaki trousers, and a far too smug expression.

“What a surprise,” his voice dripped with sarcasm and he struggled to keep from laughing at himself.  “Won’t you come in?”

He gestured his arms grandly, inviting you into the quaint room adorned with quiddich paraphernalia and practical joke objects.  Your flowing, lavender sundress moved fluidly as you walked through the doorframe.  To your enormous satisfaction, you caught a glimpse of Fred’s eyes twinkle as he watched you float about the room in your lovely dress.

You smirked.  Let’s have a little fun.  

“Do you like my dress, Fred?” you laughed musically and gave a little twirl.  Fred swallowed and broke out in a genuine smile.

“It’s almost as bloody lovely as you are,” he leaned back against the bedframe, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow.  You halted mid-twirl and blushed, your cheeks giving you away yet again.  Bloody Hell, just when I’ve got the upper hand.  Fred laughed before you could formulate a witty, or even a cohesive, response.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, Y/N. It’s just me, after all,” he grinned. You swallowed.

“Of course,” you stuttered, clasping your hands in front of you.  You hadn’t realized how nervous you were under your cool, coy façade.  Fred’s smile only grew.

“I suppose I know how you feel though,” he started, thoughtfully.  You tilted your head in confusion.

“Oh?”  He soon smirked.

“I mean, I tend to have this effect on girls,” he could hardly contain his snarkiness.  You rolled your eyes.

“Honestly, Fred,” you chuckled. “What did you want with me again?”

His easy-going smile faltered slightly at the simple question, and he cleared his throat.

“Right, erm…” he fidgeted and gripped the bedpost.  “S’just that I’ve known you for a while now and, like I mentioned before, we- I’m really grateful to you for being such a good friend to my little sister.”  You were a bit confused, as you didn’t know where he intended to go with this point.  He could obviously read the confusion on your face and he laughed dryly.

“Sorry that’s a bit irrelevant, I suppose,” he looked up at the ceiling searching for words.  “The point is that I guess I’ve grown very…fond of you.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Fred was blushing.  His freckles stood out against the stark pink of his cheeks. He was not alone in this, though, as you felt your own face heat up.  Your heart fluttered at his words.  

“Go on…” you pressed, leaning on the bedframe beside him.  He gazed into your eyes and the corner of his mouth turned up gently in a smile.

“Well, maybe you know what I’m getting at already…I can always tell you feel the same.  Your body language betrays you, love,” his breath tickled your nose and blew a few stray hairs from your face.  You bit your lip, producing a huge smile from Fred.

“See what I mean!” he laughed and you quickly withdrew your teeth from the center of your lower lip.  Flustered as you were, you smiled and giggled.

Fred’s hand crept around your waist and rested on your hip gently.  Your breath caught in your throat, but you pushed aside any nervousness and rested your hand on his shoulder.

“I do feel the same,” you whispered. He offered you the most real smile you’d ever seen and pulled you close to him.  You closed your eyes as you breathed in his scent of cinnamon, which played with the moist summer air that spilled from the windows.  For the first time, you could feel Fred’s hesitance. For the first time, you took honest initiative as you held his face in your hands, and confidently pressed your lips against his.

His lips welcomed yours and he blossomed under your touch, lifting you from the ground and into his arms.  The kiss was deliciously pure and warm.  You broke only for a moment and caught a better look of Fred’s brown eyes, dancing in the sunlight pouring through the room. You smiled with an immense amount of happiness; the view of the landscape just outside paled in comparison to the view of his smiling eyes.

The Dances of Middle Earth

Legolas x Reader

You laugh as Pippin and Merry prance at the center of the dance floor, clapping and skipping in a dance you recognize from the Shire. With a second’s hesitation, you navigate the other, human dancers till you reach the two hobbits and began dancing along with them. They give you baffled looks before grinning and speeding up the dance. You speed up along with them, spinning and clapping to the beat. After many more twists and turns, the song ends and the hobbits stop their dance.

“I had no idea you knew the Bywater Jig!” Pippin exclaims as he and Merry accompany you to the edge of the dance floor.

You laugh, “I used to travel a lot before the shadow returned. I learned quite a few dances of the Shire among other things. Still, I believe the dance has changed a bit. An extra step has been added after the triple turn, if I’m correct.”

“What, this?” Pippin does a light kick with his heel.

“Yes. Though now that I know that, I’ll be prepared next time the Bywater Jig comes my way.”

“Do you also know the Hobbiton Festival Trot?” Merry cocks his head.

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Then we’ll have to dance that next!” Pippin grins heartily.

To the side, someone coughs, “Excuse me, but I was wondering if the elvish maiden would care for a dance?”

You turn in surprise to see one of the knights of Gondor looking down shyly. “I would be delighted. Sorry Pippin, I think the Hobbiton Festival Trot will have to wait.”

“Ah! It’s no matter at all! I was going to get another drink or two for myself anyway. Come on Merry!”

As the two hobbits dart off, you join the knight on the dance floor. You smile as the music begins and you begin the dance. Unlike the earlier hobbit dance, which carried a sense of wind through daisies, rushing water, and sweet meadow grass, this dance is more noble, carrying the regality of the white tree and power of the the Horn of Gondor. You spin and sidestep till the song ends. Then before you know it, you’re swept into another dance by one of the rohirrim. This dance is of a stronger beat and feels like the golden plains and the thunder of hoofbeats. The turns are the song and rhythm of war as well as the clash of swords. When it’s over, you join Merry and Pippin at one of the tables around the room. There they’re laughing and swapping stories with Gimli and Gandalf.

“Ay! (y/n)! Seems the dance floor’s been keeping you occupied enough.” Merry takes a swig from his cup.

“Yes, indeed. The shadow over middle earth has been lifted and we have much to celebrate. I’m glad my days of learning dance have finally come of use here. It’s dreadful not being able to partake in enjoyment,” you smile.

Across the table, Gimli puts down his mug, “You may know the dances of the Hobbits, Rohan, and Gondor, but what would be most impressive is if you knew the dances of the dwarves.”

Your eyes light mischievously, “Name one and see, Master Dwarf!”

Gimli ponders for a second, “The March of the Lonely Mountain?”

“Ah yes, always a pleasure to dance, though I personally prefer the Ered Luin variant. It’s a bit more lively.”

Gimli frowns, “You’re bluffing.”

“Would you like to put me to the test?” You laugh, standing up. “This song has the beat for it.”

Gimli laughs and drains the rest of his mug. Then he slams it down on the table and stands, “Aye it does.”

Merry and Pippin watch with wide eyes as you and the dwarf begin to dance. This dance is very different from the others. You stomp the floor and beat your hands together, sidestepping and swinging back and forth. As you dance, you feel a clear sense of the sturdiness of the mountain and the strikes of a smith’s hammer. The dance is rough like the untamed mountainside yet as clear cut as a polished adamant. You spin and weave, pounding the floor and raising your arms. Finally the dance subsides and you’re left flushed and breathless.

Gimli shakes his head in wonder as the pair of you walk back to the table, “As I said, I am truly impressed. Where, by chance, did you learn our dances?”

You breath deeply, “An expedition a few hundred years ago, where a band of my people and yours found they were traveling along the same road. Despite the usual animosity between us, our kin decided to reach out in friendship. My brothers conversed mostly of smithing, but I yearned knowledge of a different sort. I haven’t had a chance to practice since then, so I fear I lagged through some parts.”

“Nonsense! My people couldn’t have chosen a better recipient for that knowledge. Just don’t go spreading it too carelessly.”

“Not to fear, Master Dwarf, I made a promise not to do that long ago.”

Gimli nods in satisfaction before setting off to refill his mug.

Alone at the side of the dance floor, you look around. Pippin and Merry have run off to the other side of the room and are dancing the Bywater Jig again, this time joined by Frodo and Sam. Eowyn and Faramir dance nearby the halflings and Gandalf has disappeared. Finally your gaze rests on Legolas, sitting alone and watching the dance floor thoughtfully.

You walk lightly across the floor and slide into the seat next to him, placing your arm on the table, “Where wanders the Prince of Mirkwood? His physical presence is here, but his mind is not.”

Legolas shakes himself from his thoughts and turns toward you, “My thoughts are on the journey ahead. To Fangorn, the glittering caves, and eventually home.”

“I see, but those thoughts can be put for another time, can they not? Tonight is of celebration. I’ve yet to see you take the dance floor.”

Legolas smiles and his startling blue eyes look back at the dancers, “True, but the night is young yet.”

“Yes, though I’ve never known a Mirkwood elf to wait so long for a dance. Or do you mean to tell me you didn’t often enjoy dancing under the trees?”

“I did, but I’m afraid here I’d be put to shame after your fair dancing.”

You feel a slight blush creep to your cheeks as you realize he’d been watching you. Suddenly you feel glad for the dim lighting. “You flatter me, but come now. These halls have seen the dances of men, hobbits, and even of dwarves. Let us show them the dances of the elves. Or we can wait for Arwen and Aragorn to steal that thunder.” You nod toward the recently crowned king and queen at the head of the festivities. “Choose a dance, I know many of Mirkwood.”

Legolas shifts in surprise and looks thoughtful, “In contrary, the dances of Lothlorien fascinate me. Please tell me which dance you love the most and perhaps it will be my turn to amaze you.”

You blink in surprise and your eyes widen. Few have ever asked you to choose the dance before. “I- I enjoy the Dance of Falling Gold,” You said after a moment of silence.

“Really? That’s always been my favorite as well,” Legolas stands and offers you his arm.

You accept and he leads you onto the dance floor.

The dance begins immediately and you feel a thrill as your feet fly through the familiar steps. This dance is like falling water and autumn leaves. As you twirl, you see the wind playfully rustling the golden mallorn leaves before the leaves fall and new green ones take their place. When Legolas drops you into a dip, you see the leaves unfolding and the tiny golden flowers bursting forth. When he spins you, it’s the running of the Gladden River and the strength of the silver mallorn trunks. You feel your heart race with the beat and your eyes remain locked with his. When the dance ends, your breath is fast and shallow and your cheeks are once again flushed. Legolas bows deeply before offering his arm again and leading you from the dance floor.

You sit down feeling breathless, barely noticing Legolas still holding your hand, “Thank you. I forgot just how much I loved that dance.”

“It was my pleasure, my lady. And I believe I ought to be thanking you for getting me to dance in the first place.”

“Oy! (y/n)!” Pippin calls as he dodges toward the side of the room. “Are you ready for the Festival Trot yet? Sam doesn’t believe me that you said you can do it!”

Legolas quickly releases your hand as if he just barely noticed he’d been holding it. Sam blusters after Pippin, calling correction. “It appears our hobbit friends are wanting your attention.”

You laugh, “Seems they are. I’ll be right there Pippin!” You stand and take a step forward. “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of anything though,” you say, glancing over your shoulder to stare once more in Legolas’s peircing eyes. “I’ll be back for that dance from Mirkwood.”

With that you step through the crowd to join the hobbits, not waiting for a response. As you step away, the butterflies swarming your stomach finally settle down, though you hadn’t even realized they were there. The hobbits around you begin dancing and you fall in step with them, losing yourself to the music, though you still catch sight of Legolas through the crowd once or twice. Each time he is wearing a shy smile and looks away quickly when your eyes meet.

Fairy Tail Theory - New Video Downloading ....but I cannot find a good title...😱🤔😭

This theory is about Fairy Tail’s Ending Secrets,  LUCY, the hidden messages

and the Hiro Mashima’s NEW Manga : The continuation of FT ….

titankoretech  asked:

As much as I dislike the pope, the recent one actually replaced the golden chair with a plain wooden one and generally has declined using/personally receiving many of the luxuries that comes with the position. If Trump was like him then he would have donated all of his father's money and only kept like one of the small side businesses to make ends meet.

What are you talking about? Trump tweeted it himself, he’s a humble man just like the pope. You think Trump would just tweet things that aren’t true?


a one shot taagnus fic I wrote today. not really aiming anywhere with it, just…exploring ideas and thoughts. for @spacetaako

Ashes fell from a pale sky. Like a cruel mockery of early snow the gray flocks were slowly sinking down onto the scorched and blackened remains of what not so long ago had been an extraordinary, flourishing town. Rubble, stones and piles of still smoking wood were lining up row after row like miserable mountains and only specks of former life remained amongst them. Smoldering books, faint shapes of furniture.

Splintered porcelain cracked beneath his boots as he wandered through the desolated corpse of his home like a ghost. Was it the smoke that was burning his eyes or was it tears? Was the poisoned air setting his throat on fire or had he screamed himself raw? He did not know. Why was he back in this hell, in this gray, godforsaken place? He did not know.

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