(As is only befitting my last response for this meme, this got wildly out of hand. Blame @samyazaz, who recommended I do something with Beauty and the Beast.)
is the first one to speak into the horrified silence, twirling the
rose in her hand and giving little care for the way it scratches her
palm. “We’ll all go, then.”
father stares at her. “He’s a monster, my darling, he won't—”
a monster with a castle and rose bushes that bloom even in the
winter.” She sets her chin, and her sisters and brothers all still
look terrified, and she is too, but more than that, she’s angry. If
he’s going to overset the life they’re just starting to build for
themselves, she’s happy to overset his as well. “He’ll take all of
us in, or he won’t take any of us at all.”
don’t know what he’s capable of.”
wouldn’t have let you go in the first place if he was just going to
kill you. If he wants company, he’s going to get it.”
whole family erupts into an argument, but Belle ignores it and gets
up to put the rose in water and give herself a chance to breathe.
She’s the only one who doesn’t really mind this quiet house in the
country, where she can garden and read her books, but she’ll give it
up if it means a chance for her family to be happy and protected and
well cared for.
don’t think he’ll kill us for impudence,” she interrupts after a
while. “The worst he can do is send us home. Shouldn’t we try?”
Percy Jackson doesn’t go looking for trouble; trouble always comes looking for him. In which a Hufflepuff is trying his damnedest not to get expelled from the only school he’s ever liked, but he’s best friends with a Slytherin who has a penchant for rule-breaking, and he can’t say no to her pretty smile.
(AKA here’s a thank you fic for reaching 600 followers!! Have some PJO Hogwarts!AU. I actually have a more substantial Hogwarts!AU involving the Triwizard Tournament but that’s nowhere near done so you can have this ball of fluff for now)
Saying Percy Jackson is a troubled kid is an exaggeration and an understatement at the same time.
By the time he’s ten years old, he’s been through six different schools. In each school, he gets expelled for strange, inexplicable things that only happen when he’s around. In his last school, a girl who bullied one of his close friends actually got grabbed by the water from the courtyard fountain and pulled in. And somehow, the school thinks that’s his fault.
Okay, yeah, it most likely was his fault; but in his defense, he had no idea that he’s a wizard, much less actually control his magic back then.
Magic. When he gets his letter from McGonnagal and he finds out he’s half-wizard, of all things, the strange incidents start making sense. During that meeting, his mom comes clean about knowing about his absent father’s magical heritage and explains everything to him. She and McGonnagal discuss more things and Percy hears something like Statue of Secrets being said over and over again; but by the end, McGonnagal invites him to attend Hogwarts – a school for kids with magical abilities like him. And he’s never been more excited to go to a school.
When September 1 comes around and Percy realizes just how bloody freaking awesome wizarding school is, he’s determined to not get kicked out of Hogwarts. And if that means avoiding anything that remotely smells like trouble, he’ll do it.
That all changes in second year, when he becomes Defense Against the Dark Arts partners with a Slytherin named Annabeth Chase.
A/N; Short chapter, but next one will have some more reveal!
It is said that some people have old souls, reborn every couple centuries to find their loved ones again and continue on their never ending journey. But what happens to these intersecting lives when one is immortal and the other is ripped from them?
Lucy blinked, trying to clear her mind. It was obvious she had spent too long on the train and had gone stir crazy. Who knew a week and a half of constant travel could be enough to break a mind.
“C’mon Luce! I haven’t see Jally since he was a colt!”
“And I have never ridden a horse!” Lucy defended. She eyed the large stallion warily, hair and mane black as the night sky above them.
“You broke his great great great whatever grandma,” Natsu explained, happily petting the side of Jally’s neck.
“Well Sun Star was kind and gentle and not three feet my superior.” She sniffed. Really, as though Natsu would compare her mare to his beast. Lucy cocked her head when she noticed Natsu’s stare, a wistful joy shining in his emerald gaze. “Natsu?” Lucy questioned, stepping towards him and placing one hand on his chest. Lucy blinked when Natsu took her hand, lifting it to his mouth where he ran his lips over the backs of her fingers.
“Knew you’d remember her.” he said, voice low with emotion. Lucy took in a sharp intake of breath, becoming aware of the importance of her memory.
“I have ridden a horse,” she mumbled, head spinning at the onslaught of memories she was able to pull from.
“Bunch’a ‘em.” Natsu whispered back. Lucy squealed loudly when she was suddenly lifted, deposited on the horse and covering blanket as if she were a child by Natsu’s strong arms. “Now we gotta go! I can’t wait to show you the castle again, Luce.” Natsu said easily, deftly lifting himself onto the horse in front of Lucy, his hands fisted in the horse’s mane.
“Natsu!” Lucy hissed, struggling to lift her leg and dress to put it in it’s proper place beside her other one. “I can not ride like this! It’s, it’s improper!” She face felt as vibrant as his hair, and her eyes grew large as she saw an excuse to not be caught in such a compromising manner. “My luggage! We cannot just leave it here.”
Lucy all but pouted at Natsu’s bawdy laugh, his hand resting comfortingly on her knee. One of her spread knees. Shame crept along her spine at the lewd position, to be a lady and have your legs spread this wide… “Don’t worry Luce, it’ll be taken care of. And stop fidgeting, you’re freaking out Jally.”
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Chat Noir sat waiting, hidden in the branches of the tree. Below him, the precocious little girl settled herself down beside the small courtyard fountain. Her mother had disappeared back into the townhome a few minutes before with her cell phone, but he waited until she was safely absorbed in the conversation with her colleagues before venturing forth from his hiding place. He really wasn’t in the mood for an interview today.
The girl didn’t notice as he leapt silently to the ground, too caught up in waving her magic wand over a stuffed unicorn.
Chat took a steadying breath and tried to relax. He knew he could probably turn around and disappear without anyone being the wiser. No one was expecting him. His follow up visits to the akuma victims was hardly public knowledge after all. Alya had never even posted anything about it on the Ladyblog, despite her firsthand knowledge of his extracurricular habit.
Still, he had already put off this particular visit for longer than he should have due to his own hesitance.
He took a few steps closer and let out a practiced cough, hoping that his nervousness didn’t show.
The girl spun around to look at him with wide, owlish eyes. She was so young. Far too young.
He bit his lip and forced his worries to the back of his mind. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with children, but that was no excuse not to follow through with his mission.
“Manon, right?” he said, coming the rest of the way forward and dropping down unto his haunches beside her.
“Chat Noir?” she asked, fidgeting nervously with her wand, “What are you doing here?”
Genre: Modern kingdom au, prince!jungkook (bc life) + pinch angst
Summary: She was stunning—gorgeous glowing skin, soft green eyes, strong and lean, heart shaped lips wrapped around her wine cup. And all he could think was that maybe marrying her wouldn’t be that bad.
A/N: New series! Woo! I can’t wait. I doubt it’ll be long, but it’ll be fun :”)
Some more Rafael to end this fabulous Friday!!! Thank you @yourtropegirl for a magical week. And as always for @svu-stories who inspires me in more ways than she will ever know!!! :)
“Mi amor, it’s
only for one weekend.”
You hadn’t even so much as looked him in the eye since he
came home with the suggestion. Two days and one lazy night in the country
(translation New Jersey) held a certain appeal. And he had thought of everything,
the lakefront bed and breakfast less than half an hour from a local winery to
taste the wares with assorted cheeses. Followed by an excursion to pluck fresh
strawberries; a small part of you could already taste the tart juice tinging
your tongue. All of it concluding with an Italian dinner at a place so
exclusive that there wasn’t even a sign marking the entrance. How he would find it in the car you
would have to rent was beside the point. Your dearest most darling husband had
an agenda worthy of your profession, your personality.
But for all his intricate planning, one detail had escaped
Rafael Barba’s mind.
“Please don’t walk away from me,” he moaned, trailing after
you as you angrily dealt with the laundry, not caring if you were balling up his
socks the right way or if his shirts were hung in a descending pattern of color
“And your mother can’t help?” you asked, finally giving him
something in the way of an answer if not your eyes.
“Mami’s got this teacher’s meeting,” Rafael said,
reaching for your arm. But you recoiled before his fingers could so much as
curl around your wrist.
“So change our
plans,” you huffed as you slammed a drawer shut and retreated into the bathroom
to run the water and scrub your hands together until he stopped you with a lame
joke about scratching the skin away if you kept at it.
“As if you would care,” you said through clenched teeth,
just catching a quick glimpse of him in the mirror with sagging shoulders and a
“Of course I care, mi
amor,” he insisted. “I planned this for you. You deserve a break. We both
Turning the faucet off sharply and facing him with
your hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes into a tight glare and watched
him shrink in the doorway, feeling your nostrils flaring as you spoke.
“And Jingles deserves to be punished because you’re tired?” you challenged, stressing the
last word as he released the smallest of laughs. “This is funny to you, Rafael?”
“It is a hotel for pets,” he said. “She’ll have her own
“That’s a cute way of saying cage,” you spat back.
“You are so melodramatic sometimes,” he sighed.
“Which is a not so nice way of calling me ridiculous.”
“Keep this up and we’ll get there.”
Your next response came out as little more than a frustrated
growl, and you pushed past him, furious that he could be so heartless. Making a
beeline for the couch, you fell to your knees and found Jingles hiding under
the furniture. You scooped her into your arms to stroke the top of her
furry head, whispering into her soft ears.
“Sorry, sweetie,” you soothed. “You just hate to hear Mommy
and Daddy fight.”
“Who’s fighting?” Rafael asked, emerging from the bedroom.
“I’m not fighting.”
“Someone insults me and that’s what I call it.”
He sank to the cushions, ready to run his fingers through
your hair when you flinched again. But Jingles maneuvered between the pair of
you, bridging the gap as her own version of a peace offering until he settled
for playing with her whiskers.
“I love you,” he started. “I love the cat. It would have
been ideal if Mami could have taken
“Or just stayed here,” you said, still sulking.
“You… fine. Or just stayed here,” he echoed. “But this place
is top notch. The staff seems very caring. There’s even a little camera right
outside her kennel. All we have to do is log on to their website, and we can
check in as much as you want.”
“What’s that?” you asked. “The Big Brother package?”
“I’m calling it,” he said, rising swiftly and rubbing his
hands against his slacks. “You are brilliant and beautiful and
being utterly ridiculous.”
“Not in front of the cat,” you warned him as he threw his hands up in the air. “No worries, Rafael. Better I find this out now before we
bring a baby home.”
For a second he looked as if he would explode into a litany
of words that you would only half understand, but somehow, he kept his voice
“You do realize that our son or daughter will have to go to
school. And play dates. And horror of horrors summer camp.”
“I don’t think that this is the same…”
Your words came to a halt as Jingles curled into your cheek,
her sandpaper tongue just meeting your skin as you suddenly realized what you
were saying, that his points were well made….
…and that maybe you did sound the slightest bit ridiculous as you
managed a smile and met his eyes.
“You really think that she’ll be okay?” you asked.
“Only the best for all
our babies,” he promised, his hands surrounding your
face so he could kiss the tip of your nose and then Jingles in turn.
“I just… I worry about her,” you said. “I’d hate for her to
think that we were abandoning her again.”
“Never going to happen on our watch,” Rafael said.
“She’s getting even better digs than we are. Plus, daily groomings and all
kinds of fun new food.”
“Not that,” you said as your face began to soften under his
touch. “If she goes, she goes with a lunchbox and the food that I have selected.”
“Is this you warming up to the idea?” he asked, pressing two
fingers under your chin, his mouth just meeting yours as you smiled against the
line of his lips.
“This… this is me saying that we’ll check it out. If and
only if it’s up to my standards… I’ll
He started to help you to your feet, his arms almost
encircling your waist when you let Jingles climb to your shoulder and pressed
one palm to his chest.
“But she better have the best cage… condo in the joint.”
“Whatever the cost,” he promised. “Anything and everything
No one could accuse the website of false advertising.
Stepping through a refurbished wooden door, you took in a state of the art room
with pristine floors and wide windows looking out at a patch of private
courtyard adorned with fountains and several sorts of flowers. Two member of
the staff were already walking and playing with a Boston Bull and a Golden
Retriever, and you saw other cats in spacious pens that could accommodate a
small child with pillowed shelves and tons of toys.
“Don’t worry; I have your
things right here,” you said, bending down to the cat carrier to show Jingles
the small purple bag containing her catnip pillow, her yellow ball with a
“And I… I brought this, too.”
From his pocket, Rafael revealed one of his socks that had
lost its mate in the laundry, a series of red and silver stripes that Jingles
took possession of and would never in a million years relinquish.
“That was sweet of you,” your said, standing to lightly
peck his cheek and just noticing the tension in his jawline.
“It is nice here,
Rafael,” you continued as a woman in bright blue scrubs and a bouncy blonde
ponytail sauntered forward to shake your hands.
“Mr. Barba!” she said. “Great to see you again.”
“Likewise,” he said as he introduced you, and the blonde
unzipped the black case to pull Jingles out.
“And hello to you, Miss Jingles,” the woman said. The cat’s eyes were wide for all of an instant, and you
feared that Jingles might fly up the walls when she nuzzled her head against the woman’s neck,
her purrs harmonizing with the blonde’s gentle voice.
“I hear that this is the first time you’re away from home,”
“Since we got her,” you confirmed. “I… I can’t help but feel
a little nervous.
“Understood, Mrs. Barba,” she said, her hand falling to your
shoulder as her voice and her smile began to make you feel more and more at
ease. “But we’ll make this a fun vacation for her, too.”
The blonde handled Jingles with a firm but caring hand,
walking her around the room so she could get a feel for the space and take in
the sight of the other cats seemingly content in their condos. Not one of them
so much as hissed, and even as you couldn’t help but bite on your lower lip,
you felt yourself leaning into the idea that she would make it through the
“Where are you going to put her?”
Rafael’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you turned to
see him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.
“Here we go,” the blonde said as she stood before an open
kennel and set Jingles down on the highest shelf. Her face looked so sad
through the thin black bars, and you were on the verge of taking her back and
making a run for it when the cat simply curled in a ball and turned her gaze
towards the window to watch the puppy dogs play before closing her eyes.
“Wow,” you muttered under your breath, feeling every inch a
proud parent as she settled into her surroundings and you linked your arm in
Rafael’s. “Good girl.”
“Cats are very adaptable,” the blonde assured you, taking
the bag of Jingles’ toys and setting them all down in the tray so she could play
whenever the mood struck her. Returning her smile as she latched the door, you decided
that maybe it was best to bite the bullet and let your itty-bitty kitty stretch
her wings. Or in Jingles’ case the leg leading to the paw that batted at the
bar. She started to draw back when Rafael left your side. One of his long
fingers inched through the opening, and he tapped his nail near Jingles’ little
“Let me just get the login info so you can peek on her!” the
blonde chirped, leaving you alone in the room.
“I think it will
be okay,” you said, rubbing Rafael’s back and blowing kisses to the kitty. Trying
to take his arm again, you found him frozen to the floor and inched closer to
the window in search of his eyes.
“Rafael?” you asked. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he said, quickly kissing your cheek and giving
Jingles’ ears one last scratch with his index finger before he finally moved towards the reception area where the blonde was waiting.
“What is it?” you asked.
“The sock should be on the shelf. You know it’s her
“Right. I’ll just ask the lady…”
Leaving him alone,
you met the blonde and heard her lilting laugh.
“Such a sweet guy,” she said, nodding towards Rafael working
the latch to set the sock in its proper place. “You know he checked us out
three times before he even made the reservation.”
“He did?” you asked.
“Said we had to rate five stars before he’d even book
Which was something that your husband had not shared with
you. When you thought that this was the final punctuation mark at the end of
the sentence instead of the first stroke of his pen. Which made you feel ridiculous for questioning his
love for the cat and any other baby you might bring into your home.
“He is the sweetest guy,”
you murmured, determined to show him how much you adored him the second you
started sipping wine and suckling strawberries. He definitely deserved the trip
and then some, and you walked back to him, to say your goodbyes only to see him
shaking his head.
“Rafael? What do you—?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do…
Avoiding your eyes, Rafael turned to the blonde.
“This won’t work.”
“Mr. Barba, you have one of the best cat condos.”
“I know that. Plus, the cameras. And you seem nothing but
She said nothing else, and you watched without words as
Rafael undid the latch to pick Jingles up, bypassing the cat carrier and
tucking her inside his jacket.
“So nothing!” he barked back, rivaling the Boston Bull
coming in from the courtyard. “I’m free to change my mind. And I’ll even let
you keep the deposit. But I’m not… I can’t leave my cat here and have anything
close to a good time.”
Still he failed to meet your gaze, walking out the way you
came as you gathered the rest of the toys with a slack jaw and saw the blonde’s
eyes stunned as they fixed on the door just slammed shut.
“I didn’t see that coming,” she said.
“No. But I should have.”
Joining Rafael in the rented car that was never going to
leave Manhattan, you sat beside him as he kept Jingles close to his chest, his
free hand picking at the steering wheel.
“Don’t say it,” he muttered.
“I’m not… what do you think I’m going to say?”
“That I’m ridiculous.”
Because he planned a perfect trip and tried to dot every “I”
and cross every “T.” Because he found a place for the cat better than most
…because when push came to shove he couldn’t let her go.
“Not at all,” you said, winding one arm around his shoulders
to kiss his cheeks and then his lips. “Maybe it is going to be a chore to send a little one to camp…”
“I’m not living this down.”
“I don’t want you to,” you said. “I want you like this.
Forever. And always mine.”
Slowly, he gave you back his smile, his cheeks flushed as he
rested his chin on top of Jingles’ head.
“Te adoro, mi amor,” he said, his voice soft and
his kiss far more tender. Jingles pawed at your lap and started batting his old
sock back and forth as he twirled a lock of your hair in his hand.
“What now?” he asked. “We’re out all this money.”
“I don’t care.”
“We do still have the
You retired to your apartment with bottles of inexpensive
wine, strawberries from the corner market and Italian that was anything but exclusive
from Baraducci’s. To binge watch old M*A*S*H
episodes and debate the best version of the ensemble cast until any action
on the screen had nothing on the pleasures in his arms.
And as you fell asleep in his embrace with Jingles sticking
close to Rafael’s pillow, you knew that you never wanted life any other way.