Harry opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the small light that entered his bedroom when Anne opened the door. Anne walked into the room slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She placed it down on the bedside table next to the untouched plate of food she brought up just a couple of hours ago.
Harry closed his eyes once more as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. Anne took a seat on the bed next to him and began running her hand through his hair. “It’s heartbreaking to see you this way” Anne whispered quietly.
Harry remained silent, used to hearing the same words used by all his friends and family:
“Everything’s going to be okay someday”-How could it be? He just lost his best friend.
“Just know she’s in a happier place”- Could it be such a happy place if she wasn’t here on Earth anymore? “She lived a happy life.” - She could be living a happy, longer life. With him.
Anne’s eyes glanced to the picture frame that was on the bedside table. She stared at the picture taken about three years ago. As she continued staring at the picture, her eyes started to well up with tears.
Y/N was carefully wiping the cake off her nose, careful to not wipe off any of her makeup. Harry was standing next to her, rubbing a towel against his cheek. Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the washroom mirror. “I thought we agreed to not be those cliche couples that smash the cake into each other’s face” you joked.
Harry removed the towel from his face and smiled. “Love, it’s a tradition! Everyone does it on their wedding day” he pointed out as he turned to look at you properly. Y/N let out a chuckle as she threw away the tissue into a nearby trashcan. “Did you really have to smash it against me that hard though?”
Harry walked over to his new wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry Mrs. Styles. It was never my intention.” Y/N softly smiled as she straightened out her new husband’s tie. “It’s alright. I know you’ll make up it up to me tonight” Y/N smirked, her hands resting on his chest.
Harry’s eyes went wide as Y/N tried to hold back her giggle. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s waist, careful not to stand on her beautiful, white dress. “Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?” Y/N let out a chuckle before she stepped out of Harry’s hold. The newly wed couple exited the washroom and began walking towards where the reception was being held.
Just before they waked in, Harry turned to his wife. “Ready?” Y/N smiled as she nodded her head, “Always.”
The room was filled with friends and family. Everyone static to celebrate Y/N and Harry’s love. There was a sense of happiness that floated around the room. One of the photographers noticed the couple walking in. Immediately he pulled out his camera, “Smile, lovebirds!”
Harry pulled Y/N close to him, his hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on the cheek. Y/N placed her hand on Harry’s check as she looked at the camera and smiled.
Anne fiddled with her fingers on her lap. Lately it’s been hard talking to her son. For all his life, he could talk to her. When he was little and got a scape on the knee, she could put a bandaid on it and everything will be right in the world. When he was a teen and just experienced his first heartbreak, Anne was the one to tell him there were so many other fishes in the sea and to stop dwelling on someone that wasn’t worth his time. When Harry first introduced Y/N to Anne, she was the one that told him that Y/N was special and to never let her go.
What was she supposed to do when he lost his wife?
Harry opened his eyes, his eyes looking everywhere else but at Anne. “Mum, just…I want to be alone.” Harry’s raspy voice let out as he buried himself more into the blankets on the bed.
Anne bit her lip as she nodded her head. Quietly she let herself out of what used to be Y/N and Harry’s shared room.
Harry ran his hand over his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the papers in front of him. Gemma and Anne quietly sat on both sides of Harry, watching his every move.
“Would you like the deceased to be buried or cremated?”
Harry closed his eyes to prevent the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his leg beginning to bounce as his hands began to shake.
Gemma cleared her throat. “Buried,” Gemma whispered quietly. Anne reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. Her heart filling with sorrow.
The funeral director nodded. His mouth set in a straight line. “Will you be going with the traditional ceremony with a casket present or not present?”
Suddenly, Harry stood up and walked out the room. Gemma was quick to go after her younger brother while Anne stayed back with the director.
“Harry!” Gemma called out as Harry was pacing out the door. Gemma placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down. Harry turned around and quickly hugged his sister as he sobbed into her neck. Gemma was quick to wrap her arms around him, her own tears began to pour.
Gemma walked down the stairs, a baby monitor in her hands. Y/N was sitting down on the couch sipping a glass of wine. Gemma let out a breath as she plopped down next to her. “Little bugger is finally asleep.”
Y/N smiled. “You have a beautiful little girl, Gem.” Gemma turned her head and smiled at Y/N. “Thanks love but trust me, when you and Harry have children of your own, they’ll be absolutely gorgeous.”
Y/N blushed at Gemma’s words. Her finger tip tracing the wine glass. A moment of silence passed before Gemma finally spoke up. “Have you guys talked about having children?”
Y/N sighed. “We have. But…I don’t know if we’re quite ready.” Y/N admitted as she turned her body towards Gemma and leaned her head against the couch.
Gemma picked up her own wine glass before turning to Y/N as well. “You guys have been married for two years now. Surely you guys are ready.” Y/N shook her head as she stared into her glass. “His album is almost about to release. Then he’s going to have to go on press tours, then soon enough an actual tour. He’s going to be gone for a long time. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant by myself yet alone care for a newborn.”
Gemma nodded, her mind flashing back to when she first had her daughter. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done without her husband helping along the way. “I think you and Harry are able to take over the world.”
Y/N let out a chuckle. Gemma shook her head, “No, I’m serious. It’s hard and almost rarely seeing a love that you and Harry have. It’s the kind of love you see in movies. I don’t think anything or anyone can ruin that. Having a baby, having children will bring the two of you closer if humanly possible. And Y/N, I know my brother will love that little bug more than life itself. I know he’s willing to drop anything and everything for you. I believe in you guys.”
Y/N’s head tilted as she smiled at her sister in law. Careful not to spill her drink, she leaned over and pulled Gemma in for a hug. “I think the best part of marrying Harry was getting you as a sister.” Y/N admitted. Gemma softly smiled as she returned the hug.
Harry walked into his room and shut the door. He instantly went to Y/N’s side of the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes nor did he bother wiping his tear stained face. He had an excuse. He just came back from Y/N’s fucking funeral.
Harry looked over to Y/N’s bedside table. Everything remained untouched from the last time Y/N was here. Y/N’s reading glasses were on top of her favorite novel that she’s read too many times to count. Her favorite candle to light around fall was halfway gone. There was an empty glass that was always filled because she would always be incredibly thirsty when she woke up in the morning.
Lying on the middle of the table was Y/N’s engagement ring.
Harry demanded that Y/N was buried with her wedding band on. In his head it meant that Y/N would be with him forever. Harry picked up the engagement ring. As he stared at the beautiful ring that took a pretty big chunk out of his bank account, memories of his marriage started to play in his head: how he asked Y/N’s parents for her hand in marriage, how he picked out the ring with both Anne and Y/N’s mother, how he proposed, how Y/N looked when he got down on his knee. He thought about the pride he felt when he would hold Y/N’s hand and feel her ring on her, he thought about the fights that only made them stronger. He thought about how he was supposed to fucking grow old with Y/N. He thought about it all.
And it killed him.
“Gah!” Harry yelled out in frustration as he threw the ring across the room. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he laid his head against Y/N’s pillow, her smell still lingering. Harry let out a sob. He stared at the ceiling. “You promised! You fucking promised!” Harry yelled through his sobs, his hands flying to his face.
One night when Harry and Y/N were both 18, they took a drive together. They let the night carry them away. The car ride was filled with laughter, smiles, story telling, happiness. They drove until they were miles away from the city. They were driving away from all their troubles, promising to return.
Eventually they stopped in a field a hundred miles away from civilization. The only light was from the lantern Harry kept in his car for emergencies. Harry and Y/N were laying on the hood of his car, staring at the million of stars in front of them, something you would never be able to see in a busy city like London.
“Does it ever scare you?” Y/N whispered, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful sight in front of her. Harry looked over at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised. “About what, love?”
Y/N looked at those beautiful green eyes she would always get lost in. “About how fast everything is changing for us?”
And things were changing. Harry was in one of the biggest bands in history, their success growing more and more each day while Y/N tackled the hardship of being a uni student. It was a sore topic. To talk about the idea of someday growing apart.
Harry nodded his head as he gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. “Sometimes it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. How much I adore you. How I couldn’t see myself with any other person than you.”
Harry’s words brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She leaned up and looked at her boyfriend. “I will love you forever, Harry Styles.”
Harry leaned up, a smile decorated on his face. He brought Y/N’s hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “Promise me something, petal?” Y/N nodded her head, “Anything, H.”
“Promise me no matter what obstacles come our way, no matter what life throws at us, no matter how many people are telling us no, promise me. Promise you’ll never leave me.”
Y/N smiled. This was a promise she would be sure to keep. Nothing would make her say otherwise. She placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips. With her forehead leaning against his, “I promise.”
Harry pulled his knees to his chest. He began to rock back and forth, the tears never leaving his eyes. Through his sobs, Harry whispered to himself, “You promised.”
eh idk. is this too repetitive to the things i write? lol at first i was like damn this gonna be good but then i was like oh god AM I SELLING OUT.
Request! :) The reader and Damian have been married for a year or two and Damian tries to bring up the topic of having children. Your writing is absolutely gorgeous!
Older!Damian Wayne x Reader
You never felt more content in your life, everything had seemed to be getting better for you. Life was great.
Damian and you had been together for years and you loved him. He let you see a side of him that few others have seen, you had opened up to him as well and showed him who you really were.
The day you married Damian was a magical splendid memory. It was a rather small gathering, family and close friends, oh and that includes the Justice League of course. Everything had went smoothly besides your few Bridezilla moments.
Even though you were happy it didn’t mean that you didn’t want something more and you weren’t the only one thinking about this, Damian had been pondering for weeks about this subject matter. He felt like he was reading to take the next big step, after two years of marriage he thought it was time. But there was one problem. He had no idea how to talk to you about it. Every time he tried he ended up flustered and told you to forget about it. Damian had never been this nervous in his life, as he looked down at you he knew this was the perfect moment, so he decided to gather up all his courage and get on with it.
“Y/N?” He said in his husky morning voice, you looked up at him confused. It was odd for him call you by your name, he was more of the type to call you by pet names.
“Damian?” You moved your head slightly from his shoulder to get a better look at him, he stared up at the ceiling a slight blush creeping up his neck.
“I-I’ve been thinking- no I mean…” Damian groaned, frustrated.
“Just come out with it already.” You demanded, it was too early in the morning for you to put up with his shenanigans.
“I WANT TO HAVE A BABY WITH YOU!”
The words flooded out his mouth, his eyes widened after he finished, surprised by his aggressiveness.
“Oh… wow.” You giggled at him, he looked down hesitantly at your curled form. You placed a chaste kiss on his neck and took some time to admire his anxiousness. The slight furrow in his eyebrows and the panicked gleam in his eye.
“I would love to have a baby with you.” You replied with a grin on your face, suddenly you were flipped over as Damian peppered kisses all over your face.
“I love you so much.” He halted his actions, his eyes looked down lovingly at yours, your nose touching his.
“I do too.” He leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, one to mark a new chapter of your life.
Request: Number 39 with Draco…? If not that’s cool @teandteal
Prompt: I wish we could stay like this forever.
Draco held you close to his body, kissing your head softly as the two of you sat in the empty astronomy tower. Lucius Malfoy had found out that you were muggleborn. The truth had to come out eventually, but it took a turn you were not quite expecting. Once Draco told his family of the relationship you two were kicked out of the mansion.
“A mudblood?! Are you kidding me? Do not come back again until you are with a pureblood! GET OUT!” Lucius screamed. “Father you must listen, shes differe-” Draco sputtered out. “NONSENSE! LEAVE!” Draco gave his father one last look of anger before turning away and grabbing your hand tightly, leading you out of his home.
You rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at the beautiful stars in the sky. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” You whispered sadly, looking at his icy eyes. “What are we going to do?” Draco looked down confidently before smirking at you. “We’ll run away love, how does that sound? I’m not leaving you to please my father. You’re too special, Y/N. We’ll graduate, buy a house, get married, and have absolutely gorgeous children. Oh, and we won’t have to see stupid Potter either.” You giggled at his remark of Harry. “Potter isn’t that stupid, darling.” Your eyes twinkling in amusement. “Potter is stupid.” He said stubbornly.
“Okay, fine. Potter is stupid.” You leaned into his chest, thinking of your future children and smiling at the thought of little bright blond kids running around. “I really do love you, Draco.” You pinched his cheek softly. Draco smiled and pulled your hand down and held it instead.
Requested: Nope. Just a personal imagine I’ve been wanting to write :)
Warnings: None. You are safe, I have cookies.
NOTE: This goes out to the WOC and diversity-chickadees who love them some Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay! And thank you to all the people who reached out to my notice and gave me some very helpful information to make this whole thing possible, you guys are beautiful! Now, if some of this sounds ignorant, I apologize, I made it the best way I could, and hope you guys enjoy it no less! Sorry this took literally FOREVER, I’ve kinda been a little under the weather for a while :P
Being Light skin/Dark skin
Due to the lack of sunscreen, you wouldn’t spend that much time in the sun, using the explanation “I attract more sun than you, honey.”
Peter didn’t care about the pigment of your skin, there was a wide variety of lost boys that were tanned or caramel or even chocolate. Being the only colored girl though is what made the situation (in your opinion) much more challenging.
Him touching your natural hair, picking out twigs or leaves that made their way into it.
“It’s so soft…and fluffy. Like a…”
“If you say a dog, imma punch you in the face.”
From back home, you would teach Peter about hip-hop and R&B, showing him a few moves that he found kinda…interesting.
“The bloody hell is ‘The Whip’?”
“So I just raise my arm in the air, and sway side to side?”
Him sneezing into his arm, and you replying with “DAB!”
Peter looking at you with a raised eyebrow, completely confused
Him wanting an afro one day.
“Uh, yeah no. You would look ridiculous.”
“Why you got to hate on all dis, shawty?”
“…please don’t ever say that again.”
Him listening to Fetty Wap ONCE.
“Baby, won’t you come in my direction?”
“It’s freaking ‘Way’, Peter! He said ‘Way’!”
Him non-stop touching your large/small ass.
After constant tries to get him to stop, you start to like it.
“Y/n, I must say your lower half is quite amazing. It’s so squishy!”
Frightening the lost boys when you would turn full black woman.
“WHO THE HELL TOOK MY DAMN FOOD?!”
“WHY ARE YOU IN MY TENT?!”
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GOING INTO THE WOODS BY YOURSELF? YOU GOT HURT, AND THAT’S WHAT YO ASS GET!”
Turning Peter on when you would be really loud, seeing the power you held against the lost boys.
Him always making you mad on purpose just to get a reaction out of you. That reaction turning into angry/rough sex.
“You just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?”
“It keeps me going, love.”
Having doubts about Peter dating you because of the color difference.
Him reminding you that he will love you constantly, no matter what you look like.
“You’re skin color means nothing, love. I don’t care if you’re a primary color. All that matters is your love for me, and mine for you.”
Him thinking that you would make some BEAUTIFUL mixed children. And you would.
“Love, they would have your skin and my eyes! And possibly your hair, and smile! Can’t you just imagine?”
You thinking that it was a cute idea to have kids with him someday, thinking about the little bugger or buggers having his beautiful green eyes, and your gorgeous hair.
Having children with him, and them being the wonderful mix you both were happy to have.
One of them having your deep(light) brown eyes, will the other having his forest green eyes, both having black(brown) and curly hair.
“Can you believe we made them? The mixture of colors is amazing! Look at their shade of brown, they’re absolutely stunning! We did a great job.”
You once coming out of the water, and your hair being more poofy, and Peter and his lost boys teasing you about it.
“Oh my God, she can store an army in that hair!”
“She looks like a black sheep!”
The teasing sometimes going too far to where you would stop talking to them altogether, or them having to catch these hands, or take they L and get to steppin.
“Say it to my muhf*cking face!”
“Call me a sheep one more time, I dare you, you little f*ck!”
“Bald-ass, having-ass, ashy-ass looking son of a donkey head-ass-!”
“YOU CAN KISS MY BLACK ASS!”
Peter having a field day with your sharp tongue, loving the snappy comebacks, and sass that radiated off you.
You not having any of Peter’s shit when he want to start a fight you know he’s gonna loose.
“Who the hell you think you talking to like that? You better rethink your life choices and put some respek on my name, and calm it!”
“You gon learn today, Mr.Tight-Pants, you got the wrong one.”
The lost boys loving when you two would fight, loving how animated and straight up petty you were.
“OH, so you got a problem? Well, I had a problem about three days ago, when you decided to lock me in those damn cages, just for dancing too ‘sexually’, like dafuq?? Excuse me, did I miss that meeting on who the f*ck you think you are? You not my mama, not my daddy-”
“Oh so now suddenly I’m not ‘daddy’? That’s not what you said last night, sweetheart.”
That goddamn smirk winning almost every argument, melting you from the inside, having your knees weak.
You loving the fact he doesn’t care about color, he cares about you. Taking care of you, protecting you, being his ride or die for life, because he ain’t ever gon get rid of you.
“You my one and only, you know that right?”
Him loving to have such a vivacious woman in his life, not making a single day of his life boring.
“And you are mine.”
Cooking your favorite dishes from childhood for Peter.
Him actually liking them, loving how its spiciness burns the inside of his mouth.
“What is this delightful tingle in my mouth?!”
“That would be the jalapeno peppers, mi amor.”
Him smirking at the nickname. ALL. THE. TIME.
Making the lost boys keep their tents tidy, hating messes with a passion.
“Make sure every dirt spot is clean!”
“There is dirt all around us, for Christ’s sake, Y/n!”
The lost boys being terrified of you whenever you were angry, but Peter absolutely adoring when you got mad.
Teaching Peter curse words in your language.
“Es una bruja cuando tiene hambre.”
“WHAT did you just call me???”
The lost boys never wanting to get anywhere near you when you’re mad, you throwing everything in sight, and cursing at anything around you in your language.
Not taking lip from either Peter or the lost boys, shutting down any attitude that’s given.
“EXCUSE me. Who do you think you’re talking to like that?”
Going out with the lost boys when they go hunting, getting the most caught.
“Well, my little warrior has brought home the most bacon. Muy bueno.”
“And my chief has been practicing his Spanish. Muy MUY bueno.”
Him getting chills every time you would speak in your language, begging you to keep speaking it, even during sex.
“Holy shit, say that again.”
Peter replacing the drums for the bonfire with maracas.
“Was this really necessary? The drums were fine…”
Not all that confident in yourself, thinking you weren’t good enough for Peter.
Him caressing your face, making you look into his eyes.
“Yo siempre te querré.”
You and Peter showing PDA ALL. THE. TIME.
Literally taking his breath away on how passionate the kiss turns, leaving him breathless and in a daze when you would pull away.
When Wendy came, you would be all over him, showing the flirty girl who Peter will ALWAYS come back to, no matter what.
“I’m gonna say this once and only once, understand? Don’t touch him, don’t look at him unless he asks you to, don’t you even so much as think about my man, comprende?”
Peter teasing you whenever you would get possessive or jealous over him.
“Whoa, down chica. No need to go all loca on our new guest. You know I love my enchilada more than my white bread.”
Letting Peter treat you like a flower, but also with respect and loyalty.
“Love, be careful, let me-”
“I can handle myself, niño perdido.”
During bonfires, you would show off your moves, impressing both the lost boys and Peter.
“There’s no bloody way you can move your waist like that! It’s like you don’t have a spine!”
“These hips don’t lie, baby.”
Peter being a jealous little shit when the lost boys would constantly want to know more about you and your culture, him not liking them stealing your attention.
“Why don’t you go back to flirting with your boyfriends?!”
“Okay, you’re gonna loose that attitude. I don’t want lost boys, I want a man. I am going to stay loyal to you because I love you. Don’t you ever forget that. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
You being the one to break up fights between lost boys, shutting down the problem real quick.
Earning the lost boys respect, and them protecting you whenever Peter wasn’t around.
Basically being the mama bear, and if anyone hurt either one of your cubs was bound to be pounced on and mauled to death.
“Y/n, how do you say taco in spanish?”
“HOly shit, are you serious? Pshh your language is so child’s play.”
“Why won’t you come in the water with us, Y/n?”
“I can’t undress in front of you. It’s just…against how I was raised.”
You confusing Peter on why you would ALWAYS wear long sleeves, or anything for that matter that covered your skin from anyone.
“Love, don’t you get hot?”
“Stop calling me that. I’m fine, you all wear loads of clothing in this weather anyway. Don’t worry about me.”
Knowing very well that Peter was evil, but still held great respect for him and his decisions.
“I could care less whose heart you rip out. As long as you respect me, I will respect you.”
Him wanting to understand your headscarf, your clothing, EVERYTHING about you.
You explaining that you can’t show your most private parts or any parts of the body below your neck unless he is family or the same gender.
*Raises eyebrow* “Well at this point, you cover so much to where I am almost positive we are the same sex, love.”
Some of the lost boys teasing you about the clothes you wear, making fun of your headscarf.
You never wanting to fight with any of them…
Until one of them threw a rock at you…that’s when you beat the living shit out of anyone in close range.
Peter having to lock you in the cages for punishment, but being secretly surprised and proud to see you get violent.
“Well, well, well. Looks like little miss respect finally cracked. You really did a number on my lost boys-”
“They had it coming to them. Back in history to today, my people were never a violent race. We never fought when we are verbally assaulted, but if we are physically harmed we have every right to fight back.”
Him smirking, as he saw the dark look in your eyes. “Once I let you out, be prepared to have the most respect on this island, sweetheart.”
Most of the lost boys flirting with you, but you never flirted back.
Peter never seeing it that way, heightening his jealousy, making him angry at you.
“Why must you flirt with everything in sight? Do you like toying with my emotions?”
“I barely even have anything to offer them, I’m covered from head to toe. The fact that you think I’m asking for the attention, or ‘playing with your emotions’ sounds like a personal issue. An issue I don’t have the patience for. Now leave my tent, I have to change.”
“Anything you have is nothing I haven’t seen before, just change in front of me!”
“Exactly, you have seen before, but you won’t see mine. You wanna know what’s underneath these clothes, you’re gonna have to put a ring on this finger.”
Your relationship with Peter being very complicated, you and him never seeing eye to eye, always at each other’s throats.
Him loving how strong and independent you are, but it being very difficult for him to get close to you and see the woman underneath all of that clothing.
“Why won’t you just show me?”
“Why won’t you just drop it?”
“Do you not trust my judgement? Are you afraid I might not like what I see, is that it?”
“Why does it always have to be about you? Maybe I just want to have something for myself until I find the right person who loves me for me and not my body! I wear this not only for my religion, but for MY judgment. To see who really loves a woman for who she is, and not for her body! Why do you care so much what’s underneath these clothes? Would it make a difference on how you feel about me, what-?!”
Him kissing you strongly to shut you up, you being surprised but slowly kissing him back.
Once he pulled away, he would stare deeply into your eyes, taking in every detail of your face. Not like he hasn’t memorized it already.
“I’ve already fallen in love with this face, and your fiery personality. I just…I want to see more…I need to see more. My imagination can only go for so long until I snap, love. I will even be satisfied with seeing you without this bloody headscarf.”
With him confessing his love for you,you being relieved that you could finally share the same feelings with him. Nodding your head that he could take your scarf off.
“Peter…if you do want to be with me…you’ll have to ask for my parents permission…”
Him being shocked, and confused. “Y-You’re parents don’t even know that I exist, let alone will they let you be with a demon.”
“Well then..at least the permission of someone I’m closest to.”
“And who might that be?”
“…You, dummy. But,” you put the headscarf back on. “I cannot be rogue of my clothing, until we are married.”
“Oh, come on, can’t you break religion and be free? This is Neverland, you can do whatever you want.”
“And I want to stick with my beliefs, and wait until marriage. If you care about me, you would wait for me.”
Him weighing his options, then sighing.
“I want to hear you say it. Say that you love me…”
“…I love you, Peter Pan.”
Him agreeing with your beliefs, then vanishing without another word. Leaving you to stand by yourself, and go over what just happened. You guess you had a boyfriend now.
Both of your eyebrow game being ON POINT
You celebrating two holidays with the lost boys:
Eid al-Fitr and
“What even are these holidays?” Was the most question asked by the lost boys.
Eid al-Fitr is a small celebration between friends and family. You guys. And
Eid al-Adha is a HUGE celebration which is celebrated at the end of Ramadan. Ramadan we will start first, which is where we get up real early, eat, and then go the rest of the day until sundown with no food, or water.”
“Love, we live in the woods. That’s basically how we live most of the time.”
You mostly spending time doing your daily five prayers.
“Y/n, must you do this everyday?”
“Instead of criticizing, join me for once.”
"A demon praying? Yeah, that’s a great idea.”
You coming out on top, being the fierce queen Peter had always wanted, if anyone were to give you lip, he would be there to put them in their place for you.
“Respect your mother. You have a problem, then why waste your heart on that kind of nonsense? I will gladly take care of it for you.”
“‘Respect your mother. Heaven is under her feet’. That’s a direct quote from our prophet. In other words, what he said.”
Later on in the couple of years you’ve been on the island, Peter finally swallowed his pride and asked you to marry him. To be his queen forever.
And after you were married, as promised, Peter’s imagination could finally come to an end.
“That was not even CLOSE to what I was expecting you to look like underneath all those clothes, love.”
You slowly becoming insecure, glaring daggers at him as you raise up from his bed.
“Sorry to disappoint you…” you go to get out of his bed, but he stops you, pulling you down to where you were practically laying on top of him.
“Disappoint me? Y/n you made the wait so much more worth it by making me work for it. Nothing is more sweeter until you’ve actually waited and made an effort to make it happen. I am honored to be the only man to ever see you this way.”
You being surprised with his response, but smiling at him lovingly, him returning the smile.
“Well good. Because you’re going to be seeing it a lot more often.”
“Oh, sweetheart…I am counting on it.”
Being Indian/Native American
You feeling like the elder of the group, if Peter or Felix wasn’t around, and treating the lost boys like your own children.
“Now, look up, and you see that star? That’s the North Star. Whenever you are lost, you won’t need a compass. Just follow that star to find your way home.”
“Love, that’s completely nonsense. We have compasses, we don’t need silly stars.”
Showing the lost boys that ‘silly stars’ are just as useful as compasses, when you take them on spirit walks, journeying far into the woods, then safely making your way back without any trouble.
Peter not believing it, but is impressed that you didn’t lose anybody, and still made it back safely.
“Luck seems to be on your side, love.”
“The only luck I need are the trees and the stars.”
Being able to outsmart Peter, actually knowing the island better than he ever could, and that ending up with him being furious.
Him locking you up in the cages until you know your place, but keeping your composure the entire time, not giving in to his childish game.
“Y/n, it’s been three days since you’ve eaten or drank anything! Just stop being so stubborn, so I can let you out! I don’t like seeing my lost girl like this.”
“The island is more angry with you, than I am.”
“ARH! Stop with ‘the island is saying this’ and ‘the island says that’!”
Him being confused with the little accessories you wear some times (or all the time)
“What is this red dot on your forehead.” *licks his thumb, about to wipe it off*
“No! It is my bindi, you cannot wipe it off!”
You blushing a little, forgetting that you forgot to acknowledge him about him or ask his permission.
“It…it signifies that I am..married..”
“MARRIED? To who?! When were you ever going to tell me? What’s the bloody bastard’s name? I swear I will rip his heart out and he will watch me crush it, right after I-”
You start laughing at his rant, confusing him even more and making him angrier.
“Oh you think this is funny, do you?”
“YOU’RE funny. I am married to you, Peter.”
His eyes widening, then he chuckles himself, slowly hugging you to his side
“I don’t recall me ever asking you to, love.”
“You have to? I thought anything on this island belonged to Peter Pan. So if that was the case, why not marry myself to you and make it official?”
You bringing the music, and exotic food to the camp, making all the lost boys either cheer with joy, or groan from eating too much and facing the consequences.
“Come on, you guys, it’s not that spicy.”
“WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS? STRAIGHT HELL FIRE?!”
“I for one thinks this is quite delicious, my love.” *kiss to your forehead*
“Leave it to the demon to not think it’s too hot.”
Teaching them the art of Bollywood.
Being able to keep up with Peter, matching him in his wit and mind games, actually beating him a couple of times.
“Peter Pan never fails-”
“Except against me, of course!”
Him rolling his eyes every time you would add that in.
Being confident in yourself, but whenever Wendy was around and kept staring at you, you would start to feel uncomfortably small.
“What is that red mark on your forehead?” *she goes to touch it*
*You smacking her hand away* It’s none of your business, the only thing you need to know about it is that it notifies that Peter belongs to me.”
“I don’t see the same on his forehead.”
“BUT YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE POCAHONTAS IN A MINUTE!”
Peter making sure that you felt loved 24/7, that no matter what, you would always be his #1 Bollywood dancer, or his Eternal Blossom.
“What is a king without his queen?”
“A sad, lonely man with a failed kingdom?”
Him looking at you with a raised eyebrow, but the shaking his head.
Both of your eyebrow game being STRONG.
“Mine are better, love.”
“You wish, I was born with perfect eyebrows. Yours took time to look like perfection, instead of caterpillars on your face.”
Peter introducing you to Tiger Lily, both of you hitting it off the minute you realized you were the same.
“My sister, I knew that some day Pan would trade that forsaken Wendy for a real woman. Welcome home.”
Spending a lot of time with Peter and the lost boys.
Literally making it your everyday mission to be around them, no matter the situation.
“Good morning, Peter, do you need me for anything?”
“Hey, Slightly, let me help you with that!”
“Aw, you got a cut on your knee? Allow me to use this ancient secret, my mother once taught me.” *pulls out a bandaid*
You sharing new holidays with the boys, having lots of food, and decorations aimed for your traditions, and FOOD.
“Happy Chinese New Year!”
“It’s March Equinox!”
“Love, how many of these holidays are we celebrating???”
Sharing lots of foods from your home.
“So all this is basically raw fish, animals, and noodles?”
“Yeah, great way to dumb it down…”
You kinda wanting to go home, due to your strong love and loyalty to your family, and feeling ashamed that you just disappeared without a goodbye.
“Peter…I’d like to go home and see my family…please.”
Him with eyebrows raised high to the sky, confused beyond belief.
“You can’t leave. This is your home, we are your family now.”
You not going with that response, and keep on trying to persuade him, only making him angrier.
That anger leading into a huge argument, which leads to rage (or tears) and storming away from him without another word.
Peter feeling awful that he yelled at you and you were just worried about your family. He went looking for you, and found you sleeping by a tree, traces of tears upon your pale(or non-pale) face.
Making up later on after he took you back to his tent, him not being able to stay mad at your adorable face (visa versa)
“You’re just too…what’s that word you used earlier?”
“No the other one, the cuter sounding one. The one where it sounds like you sneezed.”
“Yeah that one! You’re just too baka.”
Being like a mother to the lost boys, them being your many many children you love looking after.
Whenever Peter wasn’t around, they would go to you, unless they came to Felix first.
Felix, even though he was much older than you, saw you as a big sister or a role model, on the account of how loving you are one second, and then inhumanly strict on the next.
“Jacob! Feet off the table!” *smacks with a stick*
5 seconds after he put his feet down…
“Kamsa-hamnida, dasom!” *cute smile*
Peter loving how motherly you are, almost making him wonder how you would mother your own son or daughter
Knowing he wants to have a child with you, but the idea not really sitting with you in the right way.
“I just don’t think we’re ready, Peter. A baby is a big responsibly, and you’re just not in the right position for one. Neither am I.”
“Y/n, what do you mean? Of course I’m in the right position, what does that even mean? Do you just not want to have a baby with me? Is that it?”
Instead of that thought making him mad, it actually makes him really upset.
You immediately rushing over to him, hugging him tightly.
“Peter no, of course not. I do want to have a child with you, some day, but…for right now, I like taking care of boys who won’t ever grow up. And picture that being a new born. You wanna stay changing diapers forever?”
Even though Peter is the leader, you make him participate in the chores the lost boys have to do.
“Peter, you can help wash the laundry, since you’re not doing anything.”
Him scoffing “This is my island, I don’t have to-”
“DISHONOR! DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!”
“DISHONOR ON YOU!”
“DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!”
“ALRIGHT! I’ll do the stupid laundry..”
You actually being the dominant one, and him having a love/hate feeling on that.
“I’m gonna make a man out of you, Peter Pan.”
“I’m going to take you to a whole new world!”
“ENOUGH with the puns, or I swear to God-”
“CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT?!”
“Anime? Manga-what are these words you are saying to me? Why is this book backwards?? Why the bloody hell is their… EVERYTHING so big!”
“Look at the bloody boobs on these girls! What kind of book is this???”
You and him having weird conversations, involving where you come from, and what your life was like, and sometimes it leads to your flaws.
“Who is this ‘Godzilla’?”
“What is this ‘Karate Kid’? Is it a type of snack?”
“Why are your boobs so tiny? You are just a load of tiny aren’t you? You know Wendy-”
“I’M gonna stop you right there, you jackass! Sorry my breasts aren’t at the size of your liking, maybe you should start looking at my eyes once in a while! But I’ll be damned if you start comparing me to that blonde, bubbled-headed,
Peter taking every ounce of your foreign curse words, with an amused smirk, actually writing some of them down.
Him having to kiss you deeply to stop your ranting, leaving you a blushing mess.
“…You gotta warn me when you’re going to do that…”
“Aw, but where’s the fun in that? You’re bloody adorable when you’re embarrassed.”
No matter how much you and Peter annoy each other 24/7, you two can’t deny that you love each other unconditionally.
Teasing and trolling Peter when you would speak in your other language, because he’d have no idea what you were saying.
“我那麼愛你，彼得Wǒ nàme ài nǐ, bǐdé.”
“What did you say?”
“私はあなたのように、多くのピーターを愛しWatashi wa anata no yō ni, ōku no pītā o aishi.”
Finally a few of the lost boys who you’ve taught, or knew how to speak your language finally informs him on what you’ve been saying to him.
“She says she loves you.”
“THAT’S IT? She’s been doing this for weeks, and THAT’S all she’s been saying??”
Yrene has lost everyone she’s ever loved, and she has finally found someone unloseable. She doesn’t have to fear life without Chaol because she will with him. That is beautiful. That now they are eternally tethered to each other, so that even if they die, they will be connected in the afterlife. The fact that they can both rest in the calming knowledge of not having a chance of losing each other is gorgeous.
If Sartaq and Nesryn end up together, which I definitely think should happen, she will be an Empress. An Empress seated next to her lover, ruk leathers on even in court sessions because they’re planning on riding after this. Neith’s Arrow, finally finding her quiver, called Antica. Having gorgeous children with him, children with their blended dark skin and not having to feel different in this land of people with dark skin like theirs. Teaching them how to ride ruks, celebrating when they finally claim one as their own. The life she could live…
When Yrene and Chaol have a child, I cannot fathom what will happen. The way Chaol is protective over Yrene, I cannot imagine what will happen once his darling love is holding their tiny, fragile little baby. I think it will be a girl first, a little one who toddles over to her father’s chair and scrambles up his legs to his lap as he chuckles, lifting her up with no effort at all. And then she could nestle against him while he wheels throughout the city, following Yrene from house to house as she heals. A daily ritual they could have, the three of them. The three of them could stop by food vendors and eat their fill once she finishes, talking and laughing and kissing until the sun starts to dip low. And their little girl would curl up against his chest, falling into a peaceful slumber against the rise and fall of his chest.
Every so often, Hafiza and the healers could take the girl in, leaving her to a few nights of excitement and wonder so that Chaol and Yrene might have a few of their own. Sometimes, she likes to tire herself out, just enough so that Chaol prefers the chair. And then she could put on her most scandalous lingerie, grinning when he loses his breath as he looks at his wife. But she would walk over to him and straddle him on the chair, making sure she would get to be dominant for once. That’s not to say that sometimes she would pretend to be sick for an entire day so that she wouldn’t do a thing, only to surprise Chaol with perfect health and boundless energy that he could use… for certain things.
Please let me know if you want me to make any of these into oneshots or full on fanfics/imagines!
Warning: Swearing. Strong addiction to coffee. Name calling. In office affairs. Fluff. Secrets.
Just a fun little AU series cause I felt like it. While I try to get my
footing for Frank Castle. Btw Other Marvel cameo’s in this story. Matt Mudrock Foggy Nelson Luke Cage Jessica Jones Frank Castle Pietro Maximoff Bruce Banner
The Italics are flash backs // The bold’s are Text Messages.
A one night stand at the New York Law Firms Conference, couldn’t have
been more fun, and mysterious. When your new boss Bucky Barnes
introduces you to his boss; the man who runs Avengers Of Law, law firm
and your new place of work. Steve Rogers and your mysterious one night
stand is your bosses boss. What you want to pretend never happened, he
doesn’t want to let go of. When you find yourself struggling to stay
away from Steve, who won’t let up on getting you to go out with him. Can
you resist, Steve who is looking for more than a one night stand, while
you’re struggling to get through the long days and never ending nights
of being a paralegal or will you let lust and emotions distract you from
your goals in life?
“Alright Chandler, howwww about… when we get married? Do want to have children?
“Duh. These gorgeous genes can’t just not be passed down. I mean, we need more people like me, even if they’ll never be as perfect.” Heather flipped her hair.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Ok queen.” She pressed a light kiss on Heather’s cheek. The two were laying outside on a grassy hill, stargazing… well, more or less; it was Veronica’s idea much to Heather’s distaste. Turns out besides staining your clothes, laying on a grassy hill really leads to some deep thinking.
Veronica closed her eyes as she laid back down. She felt comfortable here, just the feeling of nothingness…until she felt a pair of eyes staring at her.
“Can I help you?” She opened one eye.
Heather didn’t reply. She just kept staring, her gaze soft, when suddenly, it hardened. “Mmmso we’re never leaving each other okay? Like you’re fucking mine. We are going to love each other, get married, and watch each other grow old and die together.”
Veronica rolled over onto her side to face the redhead. “Of course. I’m never going to stop loving you, Heather. I love you. Now and forever. Even after you get all old and wrinkly.” She laughed at the last part she added, but was cut short when she received a blow to the shoulder.
“Ew like that’s ever going to happen Ronnie get your fucking thoughts together.” Heather snapped as she scooted in closer to Veronica; a lame attempt at cuddling. As the brunette wrapped her arms around her waist, Heather let out a sigh of content. For now. For forever.
i just need to take a minute here and say that my favorite piece of 2D animation ever seen is 1991 Lumiere’s can-can in “Be Our Guest”
it is. my favorite. like absolutely my favorite. “beauty and the beast” isn’t even my favorite animated film ever and i fucking love this, like, four seconds of movie picture magic
i will and have rewinded the movie just to watch the can-can again
because that is magical. that is magical. not just insane because it’s a candlestick doing it—insane that a guy was able to draw that, this thing he had absolutely no reference for, the fact somebody could say “ok so here we have Lumiere, this small metal object, doing a dance that specifically requires legs. he has no legs”
and the animator was like “ok”
AND FUCKING DID IT. THAT’S A CAN CAN. WE HAVE SMALL METAL CANDELABRA LUMIERE WITH ONLY A FUCKING METAL BASE DOING A FUCKING CLASSIC OLD-SCHOOL CAN CAN ON TOP OF A LAYER CAKE. and holy fuck i’m watching it again and the definition where you can tell when he switches legs EVE NTHOUGH THERE AREN’T ANY FUCKING LEGS. the way that it still remains believable that lumiere is made of metal even though he’s moving in a fucking flexible way that defies our reality and yet we BELIEVE IT?? it’s done SO FLAWLESSLY and so SMOOTHLY even though every shot of this must have been fucking painstaking with the degree of detail and dimension lumiere has. and it’s done so even though our brains shouldn’t be able to compute what’s happening, WE KNOW, WE FUCKING KNOW, WE KNOW THIS LITTLE FUCKER OF A GOLD DUDE IS DOING A FUCKIN CAN-CAN, IT’S THAT CLEAR DESPITE ALL ODDS.
like i will write fics all day about 2017 lumiere but the 2017 production staff were little fucking wimps because they apparently knew they couldn’t recreate this level of animation perfection and so here we have our modern lumiere, with his modern normal-human body shape and legs, and like that’s fine and all i guess but it can never touch for me the utter beauty that happens when animators who have no fucking idea where to start take an object that doesn’t look human like at all and make. it do. a fuckin canCAN using only THEIR FUCKING AAMAZING DRAWING ABILITY
like fuck me the can-can shot could have my children with me and i wouldn’t even complain. fucking gorgeous. imma go watch it again
What did i ever do to these writers to be treated this way? All i wanted was for my babies to be together and happy and have a gorgeous wedding and beautiful children with powers that can go on playdates with each other.