like a forest fire

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

Here is why Doyle’s death meant so much to me,

The man was never meant to lead, he even fainted at the sight of authority and guns, he was terrified of Locus to a degree. Yet, over the course of the trilogy we see him become assertive, we see him taking chances he knows are dangerous, we see him grow by leaps and bounds.

He isn’t like Kimball. His strength is different from hers. She is a flash flood, taking everything with her, her power coming in strong and fiercely after a sudden storm - no one able to stop her until she runs out. He is like a wild fire spreading through the forest, slowly at first, needing oxygen and fuel to grow - yet, if someone had put out his fire in the beginning he would have gone out before he was able to grow, but now he is unstoppable.

Donald Doyle there in the end was simply unstoppable. He was going to do whatever it took to save his people and Kimball’s people.

And in the end. With enemy soldiers threatening him. Donald Doyle did not faint, nor did he try to talk them out of harming him. No, he stood firm, even calmly misquoting Shakespeare.

His fire was put out, but his embers left behind were still burning in the end. He was just that unstoppable. 

deserving.

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Natsu finally came back after a year, and he knew he screwed up royally. And Lucy made sure to tell him. “You’re sorry?” She questioned, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

Word count:1133

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @x-benihime !!! You’re so old now omg ;) I hope this surprises you but I fucked up and told you I was writing but anyways, I hope you have a superb day my lovely <3 

I’m thinking of turning this into a series of one-shots, all sort of relating to a poem in my new book milk and honey by Rupi Kaur, but I’m not sure yet!

how do you turn
a forest fire like me
so soft i turn into
running water

{rupi kaur}


He fucked up.

The minute he saw that look in her eyes, one that he didn’t recognize, he knew it. He screwed up.

He missed out on a whole year with her. He missed her growing her hair out, her new stories, her new job.

But all of that didn’t matter when it got down to the main point.

He left her alone for a whole year.

He didn’t think the guild would dissolve. He thought she’d be surrounded by their family. But he was wrong and he knew it was a mistake he could never make right.

So when he saw her wall filled with their friends locations, Natsu felt his heart shatter. His gazed fell to her sleeping form, knowing that the smile she wore was only for when she dreamed of a better life.

His quickly came to a decision and quietly left her room, putting his clothes on and packing a few small items.

“Natsu?” He heard Happy say from behind him. Natsu turned to his partner, giving him a small, pained smile. Happy looked worried and not sure what to say to him and Natsu didn’t blame him. There wasn’t much to say.

“How could I have done that Happy?” His voice cracked at the end, on the verge of losing control of his emotions. “How could I have hurt her like that?” Natsu collapsed onto the couch, hands coming up to rest on his face as he beat himself up over it.

Happy jumped up onto the couch beside him, not saying anything for a few minutes. Natsu knew Happy was probably blaming himself for this a little bit as well, which wasn’t true and Natsu made a mental note to remind him of that later when he’s calmed down a bit.

“We couldn’t have known this would happen.” Happy broke the silence, voice shaking and tears threatening to spill.

“That doesn’t make it okay.”


They set up camp for the night on their way to find Wendy, pretending that everything was okay and that they could easily go back to how things were. Happy was sound asleep, muttering something about fish and Charle every now and then, causing Lucy to smile fondly at the exceed. Natsu was happy to see her smile; he really had missed it. The way it lit up her eyes and made the skin around her eyes crinkle the slightest bit.

She was beautiful.

“Lucy,” he started, but trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to.

The smile faded from her face as she took in his expression, and she folded her hands on her lap in front of her. “What is it, Natsu?” She voiced softly. Kindly. He didn’t deserve her kindness.

“I just- I’m sorry.” He cursed to himself; he should have phrased that better.

He avoided her eyes- he didn’t want to see what she was thinking. He was selfish, he didn’t want to see her hurt or mad because of him, not anymore. He didn’t want the guilt.

But he deserved it.

“You’re sorry?” She questioned a few moments later, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

“Look at me.” He heard her stand up, and knowing that Lucy was scarier than Erza when she was angry, Natsu raised his head. She towered above him, hands formed into fists and resting on her hips. “I was completely alone for a year. You left me.” Shaking her head, she moved her arms to cross them over her chest, and it was only then that he noticed her eyes were shining from the tears she was holding back. “And all you have to say is that you’re sorry?” She started to yell, and a single tear fell down her cheek, shoulders shaking.

And he realized that she wasn’t crying because she was sad; she was crying because she was angry.

He winced, slowly getting to his feet while maintaining eye contact. “I know,” he moved closer to her as she jerked back a step, hands falling flat at her sides. “And I can’t think of the words to say how sorry I am Lucy, you know I was never good with them.” He reached out, grabbing her right hand with his left, gently entangling his fingers through hers. When she didn’t pull away he grabbed her left, doing the same thing. “All I can say right now is how sorry I am, and how much I missed you. I still miss you.”

Her lip quivered, tears falling more freely now as she ripped her hands out of his, causing him to stumble back in slight shock. She balled her hands into fists, and without warning she started to pound them against his chest, a sob ripping through her throat.

“A letter!” She screamed, hitting him over and over with anger, pain, defeat, and a million other emotions reflected in her eyes. “A letter.” She whispered, collapsing against him as she let the sobs take over. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, guiding them to the ground as he brought one hand up to stroke her hair, letting her cry without saying a word.

“I hated you.”

Lucy didn’t move from him as she started to speak, her sobs gone and replaced with silent tears falling down her cheek.

“At least, I thought I did for the longest time. I didn’t understand how you could just leave like that without saying goodbye. I still don’t get it.” She took a deep breath, hands curling up against him. “But then I realized I didn’t hate you, even though you’re a major ass,” she let out a breathy laugh before continuing, “I just can’t help it. I love you too much.”

Natsu felt his heart stop. He didn’t know what kind of love she meant, but it didn’t matter. God, how he wanted to hear her say it again. He smiled, tilting his head to kiss the top of her head.

“You deserve better than me.”

“I don’t want better.” She said it so softly he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes went wide, heart beating faster as he rested his chin on top of her head, mind going blank. She was too good for him, she made him feel things he never thought he would. He loved her, down to the deepest parts of his heart, and he wasn’t never going to leave her again. He didn’t think he could bare it.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“But I need you.”

And without another word he listened to her breath deepen and her heartbeat steady as she fell asleep in his arms, and he couldn’t help but feel like everything would finally be okay.

That they would be okay.

Dear Mr. Fantasy

(A/N: @bloodstained-porcelain-doll - Hope you like it, love <3)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Dear Mr. Fantasy

Your knees pressed together as you muttered curses under your breath, glaring at the bus full of strangers around you and wishing they would just disappear. Your mind had wandered off to Gabriel for the seventeenth time today, and the increasingly graphic details of the things he could do to you was starting to effect your body in the most sinful of ways. You could practically feel your walls clenching from even just his name floating around in your mind, let alone the perverse thoughts that had kept you company throughout the day.

There were still three stops before yours, but you decided that you needed the fresh air and were going to walk the rest of the way home, standing from your seat as you looked at the person next to you.

“Do you need to get off?” they asked, sliding out of their seat to make room for you to leave.

“You have no idea” you grumbled as you pushed passed them, making your way to the door as the bus stopped and people began to file out.

The cool evening air hit you and you breathed deeply, hoping the chill would chase away the blush that warmed you inside and out. You pulled your collar up against the cold and set off in the direction of home, the promise of a glass of wine and self-achieved relief nearly had you sprinting.

By the time you stuck your keys into the lock, you were slightly winded from the walk and the accelerated heart rate was not helping your aroused state in the slightest.

You pushed the door open and turned to close it, slipping the lock back into place as you kicked off your shoes.

“Well, hey there, Kitten” a voice teased from your living room.

The silky quality of his voice had you reeling and you were half convinced you were dreaming until you turned around to see him standing there, holding a single rose and grinning wickedly at you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked quickly, praying that he was alone.

You watched him carefully, edging your feet towards the living room where he stood while making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.

“Please, how could I not show up after you’d been practically shouting at me all day?” he teased, giving you a sideways smirk as he threw the rose down on the table.

You heart hammered in your chest as each and every fantasy you’d imagined throughout the day danced behind your eyes so graphically that it nearly obscured your vision.

“What do you mean? I haven’t spoken to you…” you rambled, very aware of the fact that he was sauntering closer towards you.

Gabriel tapped the side of his head, devious intent written as clear as ink on his face as he came to stand before you.

“Don’t need words when you’ve got such wonderfully desperate and descriptive longing. I think I’m almost deaf in one ear from how loud your thoughts are” he mused, tilting his head as he pursed his lips.

“You heard all that?” you asked nervously, though the answer was already obvious.

“Guilty. But I must say, some of those wicked little ideas of yours, oh, they tickled me in all the right places” he confessed, slipping his fingers through the belt loops of your pants to pull you forward, your waist pressing against his as he swayed your bodies back and forth.

You swallowed hard, feeling arousal race through your system like a forest fire, your throat running dry as your fluids were clearly needed elsewhere.

“What do you say, sugar? That little idea with the whipped cream? Why don’t we start there?” he offered with a wink, snapping his fingers so a bowl of whipped cream appeared on your table.

A thousand more fantasies raced through your mind and Gabriel smiled, clearly eager and excited to try every single one of them.

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Wanting you feels like a forest fire raging inside me.
So no, the smoke is not from an old habit
that I can’t seem to kick
but from longing for your love.

My chest is glowing,
orange embers fill up my lungs
and ash is getting caught in my throat.

I am finding it difficult to breathe so darling,
please kiss me quickly,
before I go up in flames.

I am done romanticizing
passion like flame.
I have loved the way fire
loves a forest,
I have blazed
and burned and consumed
and filled the world
with light.
I was left alone,
with a cold heart and a fist
full of grey ash.


I want to be filled with true love,
love that can last.
I will love the way earth
loves a forest,
I will strengthen
and nourish and support,
and be anchored and connected
in return.
Together, we will
grow, and fill the world
with the fruits of love.

— 

Growth

- Grace Babcock © 2017

still love you, probably more than i did yesterday and the day before that. i hope thats okay. but even if its not, i cant control it. you’re like a forest fire and I’ve always played with matches ever since i was a kid and i cant help but run toward you. i want to burn. i want to be burned by you. i wouldn’t mind the pain as long as that meant you touched me. just for a second. what a terrible way to love someone. to love the idea of them hurting you. its always been so soothing to me. i love everything about you. i love the way you destroy everything. i love the way you cant help it. i even love the things you’ve ruined. and the people you’ve ruined before me. I’ve seen their burns. I’m still in love with you.