girl reading a letter by an open window

Nissrine, a Moroccan girl, reads an application for a Dutch citizenship course. An alternative version of Johannes Vermeer’s painting Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window. Photo by Jan Banning.

“Xenophobia, especially Islamophobia, is rising in many European countries…I feel it is necessary to mobilize against such intolerance. My ‘National Identities’ series gives immigrants the main role, using them as models in my photographic variations on classic paintings.”

Mr Reyes (Part 2)

(Reaper76. Gabriel asks a very important question.)

Part 1     Part 3


Jack had gotten home that very night with nothing but the gloriously ripped drop dead gorgeous Mr Reyes on his mind. He’d berated himself as soon as he had sat in the car, briefly smacking a hand against the steering wheel- and jumping when the horn sounded. Flushing bright red again, he’d waved apologies to the mothers picking up their children, and had pulled out of the parking space, before speeding away, still calling himself an idiot for falling for the act so quickly. Hana had, as normal, ranted about Mr Reyes all the way home. Apparently that day Mr Reyes had allowed them to pet the rabbit he’d been looking after, and, had told Hana most of the day that she looked a lot like her dad, cueing the comment about Jack being cute. Jack blew out a breath of air and took a deep one in, trying to cool himself down as he turned onto the main road and drove back towards home.

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Inexplicable Pull

Prompted by the fabulous malkkum about seven months ago, and it’s finally done. 

Word Count: 15,164

Rating: M for smut 

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It was unavoidable. Cordelia knew the day had to come, but that didn’t soften the blow one bit. It was a distant thought, then month away, then only a week and suddenly she was setting her alarm knowing that she would have to wake up to everyone congratulating her.

It was the anniversary of her Supremacy and though the girls had managed to keep most of the details quiet, the headmistress was expecting a celebration. Cordelia had done good for the Coven; it was in a better place than it had ever been before. She couldn’t deny she was a good Supreme. 

But as she laid her head on her pillow, alone in her king sized bed, all she thought about was the fact that she’d done it all without Misty Day by her side. A tear slipped down her cheek and onto the pillow and she wiped her eyes in hopes of keeping the rest at bay. She knew this pain would only be worse tomorrow, but she resolved that no matter how much her heart ached, she wouldn’t show it in front of her girls. 

Misty had been the greatest blessing in her life. Cordelia knew it was her job to protect Misty—to teach her, guide her, help her grow as a witch— but in the end Misty had done that for her. Misty had looked at her like she was the most important person in the world, listened to her every word, reminded her that she still had something to give. Somehow, she seemed to know exactly what Cordelia needed, be it a lengthy hug, dancing to Stevie or time alone under the evening sky, even when Cordelia herself didn’t. In the eventful few weeks they’d spent together, Cordelia felt more deeply connected to Misty than anyone she’d ever known. She hadn’t realized it until Misty was gone, but she was in love with her. 

Cordelia rolled over onto her side, looking wistfully at the left side of her bed that she still didn’t dare sleep on. Misty had once slept there, an angel with long eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks and her wild blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. Cordelia thought about the nights she’d shared her bed with the swamp witch often. She replayed every moment in her head, how soft Misty’s skin was, how many times she’d been inches away from kissing her, how perfectly their bodies melted together. None of that had crossed her mind while it was happening—she was comforting her closest friend, nothing more. She tried to push the thoughts of how things could have gone differently out of her mind, but they always seemed to lie there on the empty side of the bed.

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Malfoy Howler [Part 1]

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is Draco’s older sister and y/n’s father is being awful to them and Fred comforts them? Thanks

Just finished watching Mulan for the first time and this gave me massive “dishonour your family” vibes so HERE WE GO

And yes this Imagine is also about six months old you are free to refer to me as Garbage™

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“Come on now, e’rybody hop on!” a man at least 8ft tall called out from Platform 9 ¾.

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed as everyone clambered on board.

You saw all the last minute kisses and goodbyes from all the parents to their kids. Your parents weren’t there. You hadn’t expected them to anyway. To be quite honest, you were happy to be leaving home and starting your Wizarding future without them.

“Don’t congratulate an owl for flying” your dad had said to you when you received your Hogwarts letter.

You found an empty carriage and place your luggage in the overhead compartment. You were glad that you were older than Draco and his slime ball friends Vincent and Greg, meaning that you would be able to spend the next two years without them.

You take a seat closest to the window and watch the station slowly pass out of view. No more England, no more disappointment, no more Malfoy’s.

“Anyone sitting here?” tow voices say in unison. You see two identical redhead boys standing in the doorway, two suitcases in their hands,

“Nope, just me” you smiled,

“Your first year too?” one of them asked,

“Yeah, bit nerve racking, hey?” you reply with a weak smile,

“Well I’m George and this is Fred” he says pointing to himself and then his brother, “Fred and George Weasley”,

Oh God, they’re Weasley’s. Your Dad always came home from the ministry saying awful things about a man named Weasley. He spoke about his messy red hair, his old tattered clothes, too many children to count and how better off we were than they could ever be. If he found out…

“I’m the better looking one, clearly” the one named Fred said to you with a wink, to which you responded with another nervous laugh,

“And who might you be?” George asked,

“I’m Y/n, Y/n Ma—“ you stopped yourself, “Just Y/n”.

“Well Y/n, don’t you worry about your first year at Hogwarts—“

“It’ll be a blast” they said in turn,

“Three of our brothers have already gone here, and they all survived relatively well” George said.

As you were just getting the conversation to roll, a rather hideous boy opened the door of your carriage, you recognised him from one of your family’s parties as one of the boys from the Flint family,

“What are you two Weazlebees doing talking to her” he asked showing his gross smile, “She’s a Malfoy, you have no place talking to her!”

The two boys looked at you wide eyed, while you gave an apologetic look, but before you could say anything they had left the compartment, leaving you with Marcus.

—— Sorting Ceremony ——

Hufflepuff! The sorting hat cried, as a tall boy named Cedric sat smiling on the stool at the front of the Great Hall.

One by one, Professor McGonagall  read out the names in alphabetical order,

“Mable… Mack… Macalister… Malfoy”. It was your turn to be sorted.

You slowly pushed past the people in the front and walked up to the stool, where McGonagall stood waiting with the old hat in her hands.

“Ahhhhh, yes… finally we see a Malfoy” the hat spoke. You could see people on the Slytherin table beginning to cheer,

“But alas, you are not like your mother or father… No, not at all…” the hat said, causing small chatter of confusion from the Slytherins,

“You have a kind heart… You do not judge others from what I see… You are loyal… clever… brave”, now the table on the other side of the hall began to chatter as well,

“I know exactly what to do with you, Y/n… GRYFFINDOR!”

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Mail Time (Laslow x Orochi)


“Is there anything in the mail today?”

Azama frowned as a glistening-eyed Orochi impatiently stood before him, awaiting an answer. This had become a daily ritual.

“No, Orochi,” he spoke with a sigh. “Maybe he just doesn’t love you any more.”

Azama was lying, of course. He had received a letter sent to Orochi. For his amusement, he kept it to himself. He was surprised, however, when Orochi smacked him in the arm.

“How dare you!” she scolded, wearing a scowl that could match that of Oboro’s. “Laslow would never stop loving me! Who could?”

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Fairytale (JEM week - Day 2)

Dance - Fairytale - Sweet - Ribbon - Home - Snow - Crossover

(I swear to god I wrote this before the chuugakkou episode, I have witnesses!)
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“Shit, I’m so nervous I’m gonna puke this time for real”, Marco read the message on the screen aloud, leaning towards Eren who only scoffed at the phone propped between them on the armrest.
“What a drama queen. He’s been doing this for how long, ten years?”
“Eleven”, Marco corrected with a sigh, typing out a soothing reply about how Jean should try to relax because he would be brilliant, as every year. “Also he’s the drama prince this time, remember?”

“Aw yeah…” The furrow to Eren’s brow quickly melted away, replaced by a smile as he glanced to the stage up front. Heavy red curtain still closed, lights in the auditorium still turned up. “Our fancy prince Charming. He’s gonna die when he sees us.”
“Good thing we got seats in the back then. Wouldn’t want that to happen while he’s on stage…”
For all the years they’d known each other, Eren and Marco had never actually met their mutual friend Jean in person.

It had all started on some virtual battlefield in an online game where they’d proceeded to kick their opponents asses round after round and then decided to add each other so they could do it all over again the next day.
Over the course of the next few months their characters’ names had changed into their actual ones, game contact information had turned into email addresses and skype names and blog urls and before Marco had known what was happening he’d been on the two hour train ride over to Eren to visit him for the first time.
The distance hadn’t been great enough to keep them apart for long, especially not after that strange attraction developed and they “kind of accidentally started dating a little” – the words Eren had used to break the news to Jean.

There had been something missing, though. Not that they weren’t happy, on the contrary. They wouldn’t be able to tolerate the distance otherwise, always making the best of the time they had together, skyping and sending each other little packages once in a while.
But it just didn’t feel complete without Jean. The ten hours between them as well as their busy schedules once they had moved on to college had prevented them from meeting up in person, even though their online friendship blossomed each month a little more.
They were about to change that tonight. It had been Eren’s idea, driving up here to surprise Jean on the premiere of his annual play the first Sunday in advent.

The deep chime of a bell announced the nearing start and the excited chatter of children all around them was slowly falling silent as the lights were dimmed. With one last glance at the screen – no new messages, switched to silent – Marco slid his phone back into his pocket and reached for Eren’s hand instead, feeling his boyfriend weave their fingers together, squeezing.
When it was dead silent in the auditorium, aside from the occasional giggle, the bell chimed one last time and the curtain was lifted.

A spot appeared on a person sitting to the side of the stage in a huge, cushy armchair opening a big book with shiny golden letters. “Snow White” it said on the cover. With a loud, calming voice they began to read:
“Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood…”

The actress playing Snow White was a beautiful girl with short, jet black hair, dark eyes and a soft, clear voice that projected effortlessly through the huge auditorium when she started to sing while pretending to scrub the stage.
It was a cute opening scene, her talking to different kids dressed as white pigeons and squirrels, telling them about her step-mother, the queen, who treated her like a servant.
Continuing her light song she stepped over to a well to ‘wash out’ the dirty rags and that was when Jean entered the stage.

Eren squeezed Marco’s fingers hard, shifting in his seat to lean forward a bit and Marco knew exactly what he was thinking.
Jean was stunningly beautiful. Of course, he always was. With that sharp jawline, high cheekbones and honey eyes. But like this, wearing a heavy costume in shades of royal blue, complete with scarlet cloak billowing behind him and a shiny golden crown perched atop his head, make-up cleverly highlighting his bone-structure and making his eyes pop … he was gorgeous. Little girls all around them in the audience were sighing and swooning and Marco got them, he really did. Because that on stage was a perfect prince Charming if he’d ever seen one.
The first time hearing Jean’s voice without the distortion of the connection and a couple hundred miles too many between them was … Marco wasn’t ashamed to admit it made his breath stutter for a second. He could feel Eren was the same.

The rest of the play passed in a blur, Eren’s hand never leaving Marco’s as they watched Snow White getting taken out into the woods, arriving at the dwarfs’ house – who were played by a bunch of adorable little children in too big costumes – and coming to live with them, her eating the poisoned apple and getting kissed awake at the end by Jean … Eren made a tiny disgruntled noise at that but was smiling again after Marco pressed a kiss to his cheek in the dark of the theater’s back row.

After the show the actors were giving autographs and taking pictures with their young fans in the foyer. As expected, most of the children were crowding around Jean and the beautiful star of the play posing as happy couple, signing theater tickets and lifting up laughing kids to get their pictures taken.
Even though there were loads of children blocking their path to Jean, Eren and Marco still had an excellent view over the tops of children heads and settled on leaning back and watching for a while.
It was unusual to see Jean like that, acting all carefree and warm, smiling at the pretty girl to his side, joking with the children and ruffling their hair.

“Oh my god”, Eren murmured after some while as they were watching Jean lift a tiny girl and let her kiss his cheek, the blush rising to his face at that barely visible underneath the make-up. “This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen … we can tease him forever with this!” Marco couldn’t help but snort and swat a hand at Eren.
“Don’t you dare!”, he warned, only partly serious. He probably wouldn’t be able to stop Eren from making stupid comments and tease Jean a little but that was 90% of their communication anyway and somehow they were still friends (and very decidedly, not subtly pining for each other), so he wasn’t about to mess with that.

It took some time until Jean had a little break from posing and giving autographs, a group of girls crowding Snow White and completely ignoring him so he took a few steps back and let is eyes wander through the room, only the barest hint of a tired slouch to his shoulders. That was when their eyes met, for the very first time in person.
It was just a brief second, Jean’s gaze gliding over to Eren, expression detached and distant before he registered whom he’d just lain eyes on and went completely rigid, color draining from his face as his gaze flicked between them and he blinked a few times.
Next to Marco Eren raised a hand for a lazy salute and he could almost feel the smugness radiating from his boyfriend.

Nudging him again Marco whispered: “Don’t be an ass, babe…”
“Ugh he looks so cute I wanna fucking eat him.”
“Stop swearing around children!”
“But it’s true, just look at his dam– … darn face…”
“Shhh, he’s coming over!”
And Jean was. Carefully navigating his way through the remaining group of children and promising he’d be back soon, he just needed to do a thing … and then he was standing in front of them, perfect picture of a fairytale prince, only a lot more nervous than Charming ever was.
“You … you could have told me you were…”, he stuttered, voice so different from what it had been on stage, much thinner and a little wavering. Marco wanted to step forward and hug him, but settled on a warm smile instead.

“Wouldn’t have been a surprise then, would it?”
“Also didn’t want you to actually puke from nervousness”, Eren interjected with a wide grin and Marco had to swat at him again.
“Uh well … you succeeded? In both…” Seeing Jean confused and stuttery was even more unusual than seeing him happy and kind. Of course Eren had to go and make it worse.
“Kinda really wanna shove my tongue into your mouth right now.” There it was, the whole unspoken truth, out in the open for all of them to see. But it seemed like they were prepared for this. Had been for months.
“Yeah…”, Jean breathed, raising one hand to straighten the plastic crown still sitting in his hairspray clumped blond locks. “But the kids need to think I’m boning the princess, so…”

It was Eren’s turn to snort at that and even Marco couldn’t stifle his giggle quickly enough.
“I’m sure that’s all they think about”, Eren drawled and grabbed for Marco’s hand, pulling him forward as he took a step towards Jean, his voice dipping lower when he spoke again. “Later then?”
Jean’s eyes flitted between them again, lingering on Marco’s face for a long second until he nodded, quickly licking his lips.
“Later. You got any plans for the evening?”

“We were thinking about dinner…”, Marco hummed, warm smile not having left his lips. “And if you’re up for it … we also got a nice hotel room close by? More privacy than you taking us home, you know?”
“Uh…” Jean swallowed again, then reached out with both hands to quickly run them over their arms. “Sounds great. Just … give me half an hour to finish up and go change, yes?”
“Sure”, Eren smiled, a little too innocent to not be planning something. And of course he added: “But keep the crown, I like it.”

When The Cats Are Away, The Mice Will Play

Another chapter for @piku-chan‘s marvelous Cinderella AU because I have no self control, I am a sucker for Cinderella AU’s and because sometimes music is great inspiration. (Primarily ‘Strong’ by Sonna Rele from the 2015 Live Action Cinderella. The instrumental version of Gabrielle Aplin’s ‘Salvation’ is good too).

I hope my writing isn’t too drastically different from my last chapter ‘Light’s Of Home’. I am really eager to get to the main Palace scene. (Me and piku-chan discussed it and you guys have a lot of laughs and giggles coming your way but Shh…No Spoiler ;).

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The day was bright and sunny. Three months had passed since the Village Festival and life hadn’t gotten any easier for Marinette. Her hands shook sometimes and her feet ached with fatigue when the Bourgeois’ gave her too much work. It didn’t seem she would catch a break. Every night Marinette still smiled as she went to sleep, her friends were here for her and even though she hadn’t seen Chat Noir since the festival, she hoped he was doing well.

In the Palace, King Gabriel was starting to make preparations for Adrien’s Coming Of Age Gala. The ball was a tradition almost as long as the Last Song in their Kingdom. A month after Adrien’s 18th birthday, a three night event would be held at the palace. As per tradition, the entire kingdom was invited as well as young Princes and Princesses from neighboring kingdoms. That way, everyone would get to interact with the Prince, future rulers would negotiate and make ties as well as finding the Prince a potential bride.

The castle was in a flurry of excitement. Nino almost burst several times when trying to keep his mouth shut in front of Alya and the others. Adrien too, seemed somewhat excited about the prospect of the ball. This confused the young lad. As far as he had known, the Prince wasn’t too keen on getting married early and neither was he interested in any of the neighboring Princesses. He was sure King Gabriel was planning on getting Adrien engaged by the end of the year.

Two weeks before the ball a public announcement was made and invitations were hand delivered to the houses of the nobler families of the Kingdom.

“Hear ye ! Hear ye !,” bellowed the castle’s messenger, his voice was loud and Alya wondered how he hadn’t gotten a sore throat from yelling as loud as a cock crowed. “By order of the King, every eligible maiden is to be of attendance at Prince Adrien’s ‘Coming Of Age Gala’, a fortnight’s time from now. Every young man and woman near the Prince’s age, especially those of noble birth, are required to be in attendance to secure ties with the Kingdom and it’s tentative future allies.”

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FT Fluff Week Day 5 - Count on Me

I’ll Always Catch You

“Hey Luc-…. Huh? She’s not here.” Natsu had burst through her window, only to find the blonde mage not in her apartment. Like the goofball he is, Natsu looked everywhere for her, but not in normal human-shaped spots. He lifted her pillow, looked in her drawers, even in the cupboards in the little kitchenette. Pouting a bit, Natsu sat cross-legged on Lucy’s bed.

He had been hoping to go on a job with her. He knew her rent was coming up, to which it made no sense to him why she would refuse his offers for her to live with him. He basically lived with her, except he had a house he owned. Yeah, sure, he liked her, but if she lived with him, he would be able to protect her better. The incident with the girls that had been fawning over his excerpt in Sorcerer Weekly the month before had really bothered her. If he had been there, maybe those girls wouldn’t have said anything.

A light breeze blew through the room from the window he had left open. The sound of fluttering pages caught Natsu’s attention, and he turned to its source. On Lucy’s desk, there was an open book. Natsu glanced around the room, making sure Lucy really wasn’t there, then an evil grin grew on his face. He darted to the desk, turning the pages to the front.

It didn’t take him long to realize this was a diary. “That’s odd, I thought her letters to her mom were her diary…” Natsu had read one such letter before, and it gave a general account of what happened during the time she was writing about. But this diary, it held more personal thoughts, things you wouldn’t tell a parent, or at least Natsu figured that since he never got to experience that.

“That’s odd…” Natsu flipped through more pages, skimming them, “Nearly all of these are about me…” It didn’t take him long to realize that. But the more he read, the more he noticed that around the time of the Puppy Potion job, the one they had taken almost three months ago, she started to write about weird feelings when around him. Things like butterflies in her stomach, or her cheeks burning. Slowly, Natsu realized he had felt, still felt, all those same things when he was around her!

There was one entry that caught his eye. It was dated from that morning, explaining why the diary was on her desk in the first place. Natsu read the entry, his eyes widening with understanding. This one entry told him everything he needed and wanted to know.

Natsu grabbed the book moved to the window, launching himself out of Lucy’s window. He ran the entire way to the guild. He had to find Lucy!

The doors to the guild burst open, revealing a harried looking Natsu. He nearly ran to the bar, “Mira! Do you know where Lucy is?!” The white-haired take-over mage shook her head.

“Sorry Natsu. She came in earlier, but she was only here for a few minutes. She and Levy talked, then Lucy left. Maybe you should talk to Levy?”

Natsu didn’t thank her as he hurried to the blue-haired girl beside Gajeel. “Levy, you talked to Lucy this morning, right? Do you know where she is?”

Gajeel scowled at Natsu, but sensed something was up, so he stayed silent. “Yeah, Natsu, she came and told me she was going to Hargeon. She said that her ‘memories caught a hold of her’ and that she needed to go there. She wouldn’t explain past that, just that she would be there. Do you know what’s going on?” A concerned look crossed Levy’s face.

Natsu smiled at her, knowing just where Lucy had gone. “Don’t worry, everything is fine. And it may get better!” Turning, he left the solid-script mage baffled, running out of the guild to the train station.

A blue flying cat flew by Gajeel and Levy, but an iron-hard hand plucked him out of the air, “Nuh uh Happy, let him go. This is between him and Lucy.”

“How do you know Gajeel?” Levy looked up at him, and Happy looked just as curious.

Gajeel held up his hand, “Remember that book he was holding?” They both nodded. “It had Bunny Girl’s scent all over it. My guess is it was her diary.” Levy’s lips made an “o” with understanding, while Happy was just as confused as before. The small girl smiled and explained what Gajeel was implying to him. After that he didn’t want to follow Natsu.

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Lucy was standing in the middle of a square in Hargeon. It was where she and Natsu had first met. She smiled and looked around herself. That morning, she had woken up from yet another dream about Natsu confessing to her, and it frustrated her so terribly she just had to write it down. Then, as she was writing, she began to reminisce about how she had met the infamous Salamander, and what a fiasco that had been. Lucy felt compelled to visit the spot where he had saved her from the charm spell.

A voice from behind her spoke, making her jump at how close it was. “’I just can’t handle being in the guild sometimes. It seems like everyone has someone special, but not me. Yes, I have Natsu, but he doesn’t love me more than a friend. I look at Gray and Juvia, and while Gray is always denying it, everyone knows they will make a cute couple one day. And to think of Erza and Jellal is tragic, but so sweet at the same time!’ Lucy. Look at me.” Lucy slowly turned, bright red with shame at having her inner fears read by the person they were about.

Natsu held open her diary, and once he was certain he had her attention, he continued reading, “’And Natsu, how can he not know how I feel?! He is so observant about other things, why not me? I mean, I count on him so much, maybe he only views me like a little sister? But if it means I get to stay next to him, I think I can handle being just a friend, because, dear Mavis! That boy! He is simply amazing. From the way he looks when he is smiling, to when he has a fire in his eyes that rivals volcanoes. Even when he is motion sick, he still looks cute to me. I remember one time, a guy was making fun of Natsu’s hair, calling him a pansy because it was pink. The look he had on his face was priceless, but only his family, and me, can make fun of him. So I decked the guy after we had left.

“’Natsu thinks he needs to protect me all the time, and I love that! He looks after his friends, and will make anyone who hurts them wish they hadn’t.’” Natsu furrowed his eyebrows, trying to read past some scribble mark on the paper before continuing, “’I just wish Natsu would look at me as more than a friend. He is so cute, with his abs that are nearly always showing, making me blush every time I see them. And his eyes! They can be so playful, and yet in a flash go to serious. One time, we got locked in a staring contest, he won by the way, but for a few moments, I couldn’t look away. His eyes drew me in.

“’I’m rambling now. I guess what I’ve been trying to say is that through all his faults and screw ups, I can count on him. He made me a promise he would always be there to catch me, and he always has. Happy can attest to the fact I’m not light. I’m not as heavy as he complains for me to be, but I know I’m not a feather. And yet there are countless times where I’m falling and Natsu will use his body like a pillow for me to land on. He has saved me so many times, and I just can’t hold this in anymore!’” He stopped reading there. They both knew what came next. The last line in the book. I love Natsu Dragneel.

Lucy hung her head, embarrassed. “Natsu, I-I’m sorry… I never meant for you to read that.“ It was not like her to ignore the fact that he had gone through her personal things without her permission. All that mattered to her was that he knew everything. All her secrets, all her fears, all her thoughts. He knew how she felt.

“No Luce. No apologies or excuses. I have things to say to you, and you’re going to hear me out. Okay?” Lucy nodded, despair in her eyes. She readied herself for what was next. Surely this was the part where he crushed her heart to dust, ending their partnership because she viewed him as more than a friend.

“Lucy. You wrote that I have been blind. Yes I have, and now that I look back, it’s been so obvious now that I know what signs to look for. I never realized that you had been blushing all those times. I just thought you were really hot,” A blush crept onto Natsu’s cheeks.

“I want you to know something. I’m sure your freaking out right now but just listen. You said you felt you could count on me. Well I’m telling you that you still can. Count on me to be there to catch you when you fall. I promised you that I’d always be there, and I will. If I never keep another promise in my life, I will keep that one, because it was to a celestial mage, who values promises above all else, and because it was to you.” Lucy felt like her heart was in her chest. Was he saying what she thought?! She didn’t dare let herself hope, not wanting to risk this being just another dream.

Natsu started pulling off his scarf, much like he had a month before when she felt weak because of those girls. He started winding it around her waist though. Holding the ends, he tugged on it, pulling Lucy to him. She stumbled forward, unable and unwilling to resist this man, who only stopped pulling when she was chest to chest with him.

He looked down into her eyes, their faces only an inch or two apart. He could feel the heat of her blush radiating off her skin. Her eyes were only half open, and her lips parted just a bit. “Lucy Heartfilia. You are clumsy, and vain, and can be a real pain in my ass. But you are also full of Fairy Tail heart. You run head first into danger if its for your friends. You light up my life like a shooting star. You are a vision of beauty, and it gets hard for me to let you try to ‘charm’ your way to a cheaper price or to get information. I can’t stand having other men look at you that way. It takes all of my willpower, which you know isn’t much, to let you go on dates. I am so jealous of any guy who gets to hold your affection, because I want to be the only one you look at that way.”

“Luce, you said you could count on me to catch you when you fall? Well now I’m counting on you to catch me. I’ve fallen for you hard, and there are only two things waiting for me at the end. A hard landing, or you.” He moved his face, his lips, closer to hers. “Lucy Heartfilia. I love you. No, that’s not right…”

His next words just barely brushed against her lips as he spoke, “I’m in love with you.” And then his lips were pressing into hers as they each closed their eyes.


Oheyo Minna!!!

Hee hee hee hee hee hee….

They finally kissed!!! and hot damn! that confession! *fans herself*

You guys can count on me to not let this fiery passion these two have found die out.

It was really fun for me to write this chapter, even if it was shorter than most, only 4 pages in Word. (all my other chapters are about 5-6 pages)

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The Postman Always Rings Twice (Dean/Cas Postman AU)

By Endstiel and Oncharredwings

“Stalking your crush again?”

Dean huffed, turning the page of his book, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m reading.”

“By the window like a lovesick teenage girl in a romantic comedy,” Sam finished, chuckling to himself. Apparently he thought he was hilarious because he continued. “…Starring you as the beautiful but naive protagonist and Mr. Hot-Postman over there as your love interest” Sam nodded to the  mailman opening a mailbox to drop a letter inside. “The whole first part of the movie will be you pining and sulking in the corner when he doesn’t notice you, but then after a chance encounter and a couple misunderstandings, he falls head over heels in looooove.”

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