Title: My Future Wife, LeFou! Words: 2,456 Pairing: GastonxReader Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst
The things you want are not always easy to get. Obstacles arise, Silly fights. Old flames and unfortunately even your own thoughts at times. Even with all the happiness it still leaves the question: ‘How can two people who are perfect for each other be so fucked when it comes to being together?’
The Queen, dressed in
widow’s black, gazed upon her baby girl and wept. She wept, for in her girl she
could see exactly what her father wished for (before his untimely demise): skin
as white as snow, hair as dark as a raven’s wing, lips as red as blood. People
from far and wide came to bless and pray for the child, the only heir her
father produced, which she received with only screams and howls – all she could
muster as a new-born babe.
Time passed, and the girl,
known to all as Snow White, was almost 16: almost of age. The winter set in
once more, just as it had done all those years ago when she was born. She was now
fairest in all the land, and every man’s heart was hers to control. Many suitors
had fallen at her feet, begging for her hand in marriage, but none had yet
slipped a ring on the hand of Snow White. None had yet tamed the soon-to-be
Princess, not even her mother, who grew more sick by the day. It was not a
sickness of the body, that could be cured with potions and healing hands, but a
sickness of the mind. Her behaviour grew more and more erratic: she refused any
man who asked her hand in marriage and spent her days attempting to govern the
kingdom, leaving her daughter in the care of various nannies.
“It was the shock of
finding her husband so brutally murdered that pushed her over the edge"
was a popular rumour. Others said “she broke a mirror the very day she gave birth,
and so was cursed with eternal misfortune". But all agreed that, despite
behaving most unladylike, she was the best ruler the land had ever known.
The Queen requested her
daughter meet her in the highest room of the tallest tower the day she turned
16, as tradition dictates she must. Snow climbed all 1,816 stairs (she
counted), and prepared to enter the room where she would become a Princess, for
within that elevated chamber would come the private coronation that
every Princess must take. Every girl who entered the room before had left a
woman, wearing the ancestral tiara and possessing the knowledge of all her
Snow entered the chamber to
see the Queen kneeling over a looking glass that had shattered into – 10, 12, 13! - pieces. Her mother turned around hurriedly and asked her to “Close
the door, my dear”. Snow did as she was told, the very image of obedience.
The Queen picked up the pieces of shattered glass and placed them back within
the frame. By some power of chance, all the pieces fell back into place; the
mirror could once again reflect the room. “Look!
there’s a piece missing,” cried Snow, seeing the exposed sliver of oak
back. “Yes,” replied the Queen coldly,
as she raised the piece above Snow’s head and aimed for her heart.
Summary: In which a day you’re dreading becomes a day you’ll never forget.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
Word Count: 2,652
A/N: Happy happy birthday, @sebseyesandbuckysthighs! I adore you with all my heart and I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! This one’s for you, my fellow X-Files lover :) (And shoutout to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower™️ for letting me include them in this)
@avengerstories - Thank you, as always for being such an amazing editor and friend.
On regular days, waking up in the morning is a slow process. You’ll start by rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and do some stretches while lying down. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll fall right back asleep. Other times, you’ll just stay wrapped up in your blankets and bask in the serene silence of your soundproofed room.
Today isn’t one of those regular days. It could’ve been if Tony hadn’t opened his big mouth in front of the team a few days ago and informed everyone of your upcoming birthday. You genuinely thought that Wanda was going to faint when he made the announcement that made you want to wring his neck.
You love the team, you really do, and you understand how important birthdays are to them. For you however, the same can’t be said. You never understood the need to make such a big deal out of that single day of the year. Surely there were more important things to celebrate.
Your attempts to douse the flames of their excitement after that were futile. Wanda and Nat were already making plans for a party. Clint was quick to jump in with decoration ideas, while Tony was offering up his credit card to pay for everything. Steve was thinking about what kind of cake you might like and he recruited Bruce and Bucky to help him.