love in he eyes and flowers in her hair

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.

Feyre Head Canon

During her time in the Spring Court, she still paints. One night she could not sleep, so she starts to paint her room, just like she did the Cabin.

Instead of being obvious like the cabin, she hides her family in the colors. Shades of Mor’s hair. Flowers the shade of Rhys’s eyes. A sparkling pond swirls the same shade of silver as Amren’s eyes. She paints a birch forest with the shades of hazel eyes. The reds in her room are the same as her favorite wingspan. Her blacks always have a hint of blue. Her blues a hint of cobalt. Her room is covered in all the colors of the rainbow.

Every night she is surrounded by those she loves, her home.

One day Azriel is able to finally access the Spring Court. He waits in Feyre’s room and is shocked to see the endless mural that hides from her enemies her true home.

When he returns to Velaris, he shares the image with Rhys. Not to sadden him, but to remind him that they will always be her home.

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i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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normal problems

[read on ao3 / read on ff.net]

Emma can’t sleep.

She’s tucked up against Killian in their usual tangle of limbs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. The house is quiet, without even the usual creaks and groans of the boards settling to distract her; outside, the faint breeze is barely enough to stir the branches of the trees she can see through the window. It should be peaceful- it is peaceful- but the ball of anxiety in her stomach only tightens, because what if-?

“Emma,” Killian says softly, his voice bringing her out of her reverie, “what is it?”

“I thought you were asleep.” Tipping her head up, she meets his gaze, unable to keep a smile from tugging at her lips as he smothers a yawn.

“If you were thinking any louder, the neighbors would be coming over to complain,” he says dryly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs, toying with the neck of his shirt. “You’re not going to like it.”

“Out with it, Swan.”

“It’s…well.” Shifting slightly, she props her chin on his chest, letting her arm slide low around his waist. “It’s the wedding.”

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Peg’s Flowers (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 2100+

Request:  CAN I HAVE A FLUFFY SOULMATE AU WITH LAURENS!!! WHERE THEY HAVE A TATTOO OF THE FIRST WORDS THEIR OTHER HALF SAYS TO THEM!!!! PRETTY PLEASE MY LOVE! ❤❤❤ @predomina-buna

Warnings: None, just fluff my dudes

A/N: i wrote this in a hour so im hope it’s halfway decent, enjoy! and i havent wrote any soulmates so i hope i did this right??


“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

Those were the words on your skin. Those were the words that your soulmate would say to you. Overall, it was quite uncommon to see soul mates together. Most people gave up on the idea, marrying someone other than their soulmate. But you, on the other hand, were determined to find them, whomever they may be. But every time you looked at those words, you worried that you would never find them. That you would never experience seeing and hearing your soulmate for the first time.

And it was killing you.

You worked at a flower shop, across the street from an office building. Some days, you would encounter customers whom worked in that building. A lot of them told you about their jobs, some more than others. As you were unlocking the door to the shop, your boss, Peggy Schuyler, sneaked up behind you.

“Y/N! Why are you coming in so early?” She asked, perky as always. You smiled at her, unlocking the door. You held open the door for her, and she bounced in with you.

“There’s a big order for flowers that came in yesterday. I just have to make sure everything is ready for the delivery.” She nodded, sitting on top of the counter. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling softly.

Peggy was the most energetic boss you’ve ever had. She didn’t seem to be too concerned about sales or anything that seemed too troubling to her. She always called you her boss, saying that this place would not run without you. You didn’t mind, since being around flowers all day was pleasant. As you cleaned up the shop, she grabbed a flower, sniffing it.

“You know, Y/N, you’re amazing. You keep up with this stuff more than I do.” She winked at you, helping you fix up the shop. The hours in the shop were short, opening at 7am and closing at 2 in the afternoon. Honestly, this was the best job you’ve ever had. And she paid you more than what you needed. You even told her that she gave you too much, but she shook her head at you, saying that you were her best employee.

Oh, by the way, you were the only employee.

“Did you go and see your boyfriend yesterday? You were talking about how excited you were to see the movie.” You said, fixing a display. You grabbed the order form, and began filling it. She nodded, giggling.

“Herc brought me to a restaurant afterwards. He’s so sweet.” She has a dreamlike gaze in her eyes, and you smiled at her, feeling a small emotion called jealously full your heart.

Peggy was one of the lucky ones. She bumped into her soulmate on the way to her shop. She almost dropped flowers that she was carrying, but Herc helped her, asking if she was alright. And that’s how they knew. It was a love story unlike any other; they were complete opposites, she was all smiles and laughter, and he was loud and sorry to say, obnoxious. But the look on her eyes when they were together told you that they were meant to be.

“When you get married, you better invite me.” You teased, winking at her. She blushed, putting her face in her hands.

“I’m so nervous, Y/N. What if Mull doesn’t want to marry me? What if this whole thing is a dream and I’m actually a single, lonely Peggy.”

“Trust me, this is real, Peg. And I could tell he’s ready to be with you forever. Did you forget that you were soulmate? You’re meant to be, And the universe picked for the two of you to be together. Don’t worry about it.” She beamed at you, running to the back of the store. You noticed her trip over her feet, but she caught herself, continuing to run to the back.

She’s an interesting woman.

The bell pinged, indicating a customer walking in. You glanced up, seeing a man with straight brown hair walking in. He wore a dark green suit, looking around the shop. You greeted him. “Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” He looked at you, his brown eyes meeting yours. He gave you a warm smile.

“Oh. Hi. I’m just looking for lilies. My wife is kind of stressed, since we have four kids at home. I wanted to give her something to remind her that I love her. And her favorite flower is lilies.” You nodded, guiding him to the white lilies. He smelled the flower, then looked at you. “Do you ever smell anything but plant when you sniff flowers?” You laughed.

“Actually sir, I do. Yes, they do smell like plants. But certain ones have a sweet plant smell that I just love. But yes, plant smell.” He chuckled.

“Can I get two dozen of these?” You raised your eyebrow, and he shrugged. “She’s the love of my life, so there’s no limit for her. Have you met your-“ He glanced at the black tattoo on your arm, and stopped talking. “Sorry.”

“No biggie.” You replied, smiling.

The people who have met their soulmate have their tattoos faded into a light red, still permanently on their skin. You already knew he was telling about his, since you noticed the color peeking out of his sleeve. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You took two dozen lilies off the shelf, and as you were packing them, you told him how to care for them properly. You heard Peggy come out of the back, her grin widening when she saw the man. “Alexander!” She squealed, running into his arms. The man, you now knew as Alexander, widened his eyes, and pulled her into his arms.

“Peggy! How are you?”

“I’m well. I thought you knew this was my flower shop? Didn’t Eliza tell you?” He shook his head.

“Eliza told me you owned one, but I didn’t know which. I should have noticed, since it does say Peg’s Flowers.” He joked. She laughed, then glanced at you.

“Oh! This is Y/N, Alex. She’s the manager and my only employee. She pretty much runs this place, I just do the accounting.” She smiled, and Alex held out his hand. You took it, and shook his once. “Without her, I think nothing would get done.”

“Well then, thank you for dealing with Peggy.” He said smiling at you. You shook your head.

“Peggy’s the best boss I’ve had. I’m sure I should be the one thanking her.” As they talked, you packed the flowers, making sure that everything was okay. After you were finished, Alex handed you cash, in which Peggy quickly took away. You raised your eyebrow. “Peggy, that’s two dozen.”

“Anything for my brother-in-law. But if you come back, Alex, you’ll have to pay.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’ll pay now. I have no problem with doing so Pegs.”

She refused to let him pay, ushering him out the shop. Once she went into the back, Alexander quickly came back in, handing you the money. You thanked him, giving him the change. He waved bye to you, running out into the day. You continued to fill the big order, finishing just in time for the customer to come in.

You looked up again, seeing a group of men walk in. One was taller than the rest, his curly hair pulled back into a bun. Lafayette.  As he was speaking to his friends, you noticed a distinct accent. There was another almost as tall, wearing a light gray hat and was bulky. Hercules. The shortest one, had a freckled face, his wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. This was one you didn’t know, so you kept your eye on him. They all wore suits, so you assumed that they were coming from the office building just across the street.

“Good morning, love.” Lafayette said, winking at you. He already found his soulmate as well, the red bright on is dark skin.

“Good morning to you!” You said, smiling. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We ordered flowers yesterday, for a proposal.” He said. “Well, it’s not mine, it’s this fellow right here.” He pointed at Herc, and Herc winked at you. You rolled your eyes.

Why would you but flowers for your future fiancée at her own shop? “Nice job, Herc. That’s the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” He frowned.

“You know, Y/N, I feel like I sense some sarcasm in your voice. How dare you treat me this rudely.” He crossed his arms in mock anger. You stuck your tongue at him, taking the flowers out of the back. You heard the smaller one talking to the others, and you heard your name in the conversation. You walked back with the flowers, frowning.

“You know, it’s rude to speak about someone when they’re not in the room.” You said to the freckled man, which then, his smile grew, looking at you. His eyes twinkled, and you wondered what his problem was.

“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

You almost dropped the flowers in your hand, looking at him. He smiled, showing the words on his forearm. You looked at it, seeing the words that you just said glowing on his. You looked down at your, seeing the words glowing as well. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered. He smiled, helping you with the flowers in your hands. Your fingers brushed against one another’s, and you felt that spark that people talked about.

“And you’re my soulmate. Nice to meet you, I’m John Laurens.” He placed the flowers in his friend’s hands, holding out his to you. You touched his, feeling the warmth going up your arm. “Wow, so this is how it feels, to finally be with the one.” You noticed that his arm was shaking, probably from his nerves. You didn’t blame him, you were still shocked as well.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you as well.” You replied, smiling shyly at him. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, since he was the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your days. You heard a laugh from Herc, his grin almost cracking his face.

“Wow, Laurens and Y/N? I should have guessed this before.” You sighed, your hand still in Laurens’s. You took it out, unwillingly. He laughed, touching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He asked, “I mean, after work. Do you want to get some coffee?” You nodded.

“I would love that, but I’m paying.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not, I am.”

“Are we having our first argument already, John?” You said, joking in your voice. He laughed, it now becoming the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Lafayette and Herc coughed.

“This is how it feels to be a third wheel? Wow, now I know what Laurens has been talking about,” Herc mumbled, his frown becoming wider once he saw Peggy running out of the back. She jumped in his arms (that’s seems to be her usual greeting), and kissed his lips. Lafayette looked at the flowers in his hand, then back at Laurens and you. You quickly took the flowers away from him, placing it back on the counter.

“Babe!” She squealed as Herc put kisses all over her face. After a couple of seconds of this, you sighed. Laurens looked at you, a warm gleam in his eyes.

“That’ll be us soon enough.” He said, and you blushed. He placed his hand in yours, rubbing it softly. Peggy was finally out of Herc’s arms, and looked at the two of you together. Her eyes widened at the contact, and she leaped happily.

“You and Laurens? I should have guessed!” You smiled at the same phrase that Herc just said, come out of her mouth. She pulled the two of you into a group hug, kissing both of your cheeks. You laughed at her excitement as she pulled away.

“Go and get some coffee! Get anything! I’ll be here to watch the shop, don’t worry. Wait, you know what, take the next few days off. That’ll give you a chance to know each other more!” She said happily, looking at the two of you.

She really was the best boss you’ve ever had.

“Are you sure, Peggy? I don’t want to leave you alone here.” She shook her head, pushing you out the door with Laurens. After she left you two outside, Laurens looked down at you.

“Coffee or Brunch?” He asked, entwining his fingers with yours. You felt a swell of emotion, looking at him. His freckles shined in the morning light, and you hoped soon that you’d be able to memorize how many he actually had.

His smile was contagious, making you break into a grin as well. You bit your lip, looking out into the street.

“Brunch.”

i loved you, then i lost you {3}

a/n: al r i g ht im starting this early lets see if i can not be a disappointment (i swear to god if tumblr keeps lagging im going to go insane)


pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by nelliel66

Jimin accompanied you on your way home, trying to lighten up the mood. “Hey, (y/n)! Wanna get ice cream?!” He pointed at a small convenience store, his face lighting up. You looked up to where his finger pointed at, shivering. 

“It’s cold, Jimin,” you protested only to be shushed by the smaller male.

“That’s alright! I can pay, too! I got lots of money!” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hand and skipping happily into the store. He waved at the cashier, rushing over to the ice cream on display in the mini freezer. “Which one do you want?” He turned to you, the bright smile lighting up the gloomy store. 

You felt yourself smiling back, sticking your cold hands in your pockets. “The Oreo one.” 

“Oo, nice choice!” He opened the freezer door, reaching his hand inside and grabbing the Oreo ice cream, handing it to you. “I’ll just get a pint of vanilla~” He sang, grabbing his own ice cream and dragging you to the cashier. He whistled happily as he payed, grabbing two spoons from the little box provided on the counter. “Thank you!” Jimin yelled as the two of you exited the store swiftly.

“Ice cream is the best for these kinds of nights, ya know?” He whispered, opening the ice cream and sticking his spoon in. You opened the wrapper, biting down on the ice cream. 

“Shit!” You yelped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have bitten down with my front teeth,” 

Jimin laughed as the two of you walked, eating his own ice cream. “So..” he mumbled after a while of eating. “What’s with you and the Taehyung dude?”

You paused, staring straight forward. “W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, you seemed super uncomfortable when he came by.” Jimin explained, looking up at the house in front of him. “Is this your house?”

You nodded, clutching on the ice cream stick tightly. “Yep.” 

“Did he live here, too?”

You rushed up the stairs to your front door, walking inside and shutting the door closed. “Wait, was that too personal? I’m sorry!” Jimin whined, walking up the stairs carefully. 

“I-It’s fine, Jimin,” you yelled through the door, coughing loudly onto the ground. 

“(y/n)?! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just go!” You continued to yell, struggling to speak with the flowers interrupting you. The ice cream fell onto the ground as you trembled, slamming your hand on the floor. Tears fell down onto the flowers, splattering into tiny drops. You covered your mouth to muffle the hiccups, the tears streaming down your hand and chin, dropping onto the floor. “Mmf..” You murmured, curling up into a ball. 

Both you and Jimin never finished your ice cream that day.


You groaned as your phone vibrated on the wooden table next to your bed, covering your ears. “Who the fuck is calling me at this time!”

You grabbed your phone, letting out a hiss of pain at the brightness of the screen, and stared at the caller ID. ‘Unknown,’ it read. You gulped, answering the call hesitantly, putting it on speaker and clearing your throat. “Hello?”

“H-Hello? Is this (y/n)?”

“Jungkook? How- why-” You cleared your throat once again, sitting up-right in your bed. “How did you get my number and why are you calling me at six AM?”

Jungkook chuckled nervously, letting out a shaky breath. “Yoongi gave it to me.”

“Look, I only know you as a bartender,” you mumbled, rubbing your temple. “This is weird, you know that? Someone at a bar, that I was forced to go with against my will, has gotten my number and called me at six AM,”

“Wait, it’s not like a creepy thing or anything!” Jungkook argued. “I rarely have, um..normal friends, so I got excited.”

You sat there silently for a few seconds before continuing. “What do you mean, normal friends?”

Jungkook sighed. “They’re all drug addicts and alcoholics.”

You brought the phone up to your ear, taking him off speaker. “Drug addicts, not to mention also alcoholics?” A chuckled escaped your lips. “You don’t seem like the kind of man to be friends with those people, international playboy.”

Jungkook laughed. “Hey, that’s just a nickname I have. Call me Jungkook, it feels less awkward!” You laughed with him, covering your mouth to somehow silence it. After a while, Jungkook laughed quietly, sniffling. You looked up at your ceiling, laying yourself back into the comfort of your bed.

“Ahh..April, huh?” You murmured. “You got allergies?”

“Yup.” Jungkook groaned, blowing his nose. You laughed. 

“Gross.”

“Hey, it’s part of human nature, man!” He joked, putting an obnoxious accent to pair with his words.

“Still gross.”

He laughed again. “I have to go. Have a nice day, (y/n).”

You let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Yep. Hope you have a nice day too, playboy Jungkook.”

“Hey, it’s Jungkook!” He grumbled, hanging up the call. You threw your phone onto your bed, standing up and stretching your arms. You did the usual routine you did everyday, combing your hair slowly. 

Cursing at the knots in your hair, you checked your side of your head to hide the small mishap in your hair. “God, I need to cut my hair soon,” is what you always said, but was too scared to do so. You sprinted downstairs, glancing at the clock. You were skipping college classes. That wouldn’t be such a problem, right? You shrugged, grabbing a granola bar and walking out your front door.

You walked around the street in your neighborhood, munching quietly on your breakfast. Not many people were up and about this early in the morning, they themselves also not good with mornings from your observations. “Hey, (y/n)!” A strong voice echoed from behind, making your turn behind with the granola bar in your mouth. 

“Hmf?” You took the bar out, staring at Yoongi panting with his hands on his knees. 

“Fuck, you walk too fast..” He groaned, walking over to you with quick breaths. “I can’t keep up.”

You giggled, breaking the granola bar in half and handing a piece to Yoongi. “What are you doing here this early, grandpa?”

“I am not a grandpa,” he scoffed. “And I could say the same about you.”

“I asked you first.”

He stuck the granola bar in his mouth, shrugging and pointing at his stuffed cheeks. “Canft talg.” 

You rolled your eyes, crossing the street and patting down your hair. “No, seriously, why are you here? I didn’t tell you where I was going and I don’t remember us making any plans.”

Yoongi gulped down the rest of the bar, wiping his mouth. “Jungkook kept bothering me to give him your number. I couldn’t go back to sleep.” You chuckled. “Did he actually call you?”

“Yeah.”

He cursed loudly, jumping himself up onto the edge of the sidewalk. “That kid, I swear to god if he wakes me up one more time-”

You paused. “..Wait, was he in your house?”

Yoongi froze, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. He would’ve gone with his friends if I didn’t bring him.” he shrugged. “It’s the normal.”

“Must be hard for him, huh?” You murmured as the two of you reached a small cafe. You read the large letters on the front. “Rose D’or,” you read, grabbing Yoongi’s arm. “Wanna sit?” He nodded, sitting down across from you. 

“The kid has a really messed up past, you know.” Yoongi spoke, leaning back in his chair. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at him with interest.

“Really? All I know is that he has weird friends.” Yoongi shrugged. You continued, “Can you tell me more?”

He tilted his head. “I can. But if something happens because you did something or said something about his past, I’m not part of this.”

“Deal.”

Yoongi sat up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Jungkook’s parents weren’t really that bad. They just fought a lot and..the fights were intense.” He gripped his hand around the arm rest of the chair. “He told me that they’d throw stuff everywhere, then have sex later,” he chuckled softly. “His family was poor, too. Mother was a prostitute to earn money, no one knows what the dad did. Dad left not a long time after Jungkook got into middle school.” You tightened the grip on your knees, biting down on the inside of your cheek. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “His mother got fucked up after that. She wasn’t great with people leaving her. She went all..psycho and did fucked up shit.” His eyes followed a man walking into the cafe, wetting his lips with his tongue. 

“She started getting abusive until Jungkook found out about me in high school.” 

You blinked. “Wait, high school? Weren’t we friends at that time?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you. He was super shy at that time, too.” He continued, “Anyways, he somehow became friends with those..people. I don’t know how he got to know them, but he almost got cuffed up by being with them during their weird acts.” He rolled his eyes. “Those people are obnoxious as fuck, not to mention sneaky.”

You waited for him to finish, surprised when he didn’t. “That’s it?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Jungkook’s really closed up about his past. That’s all I got, (y/n).” He took his phone out, checking the time. “It’s 8 AM. Don’t you have classes?”

“Don’t you have them too?” You retorted, smiling evilly at him. He rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket. 

“Hey, I’m only skipping because I have a good reason. You’re the goody two-shoes whatever kind of kid.”

“I am not a kid!” You grumbled, crossing your arms and turning your head away. 

“You only prove my point more by doing that,” he laughed, raising his hand to let a waiter bring the two of you menus. 

“Oh? Was my granola bar not enough?” You asked as the waiter brought two menus, opening it up and scanning the items. Yoongi groaned, ignoring your question. 

“Shit, never knew a cafe had so many food selections..” he murmured quietly, his eyes darting from item to item. You smiled at his reaction, glad he was starting up his normal eating routine. Yoongi was a fairly skinny boy, but his legs were stick thin when you first met him in high school. Of course he ate healthy, but you were still genuinely worried he only ate when near you so he wouldn’t have to deal with anything. You shrugged, realizing you were over-thinking. 

After a few minutes, the two of you ordered your food; you ordered a croissant and he ordered pancakes. The waiter grabbed your menus and handed the two of you cups of waters, nodding and walking away into the cafe. Yoongi sat there silently, playing with his thumbs. “You know,” He said abruptly, catching your attention. “We were really worried for you back there in the club.” 

Your facial expression darkened. “Not now, Yoongi.”

He shook his head. “I’m serious. Why did you suddenly stand up like that? The two of you could have just talked it out, you know.” 

“Yoongi, this isn’t the time.” You whispered, glaring at him. “I don’t want to even remember him.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to talk back, but only closed it when the waiter brought over the food. He sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed the knife and began to cut into the pancakes while you took a bite out of the croissant. 

“Anyways!” He ate a piece of the pancake, looking up at you. “Did you get to meet Jimin well enough? He said he ate ice cream with you.” He chuckled at the thought. “He’s like a little kid.”

You took another bite, raising your shoulders up and down. “I guess.” You shot a curious glance at him. “You really do get..acquainted with weird people.”

He paused, staring up at you. “What do you mean?”

“Jimin seems like..rich, Jungkook is just out there..” you chuckled. “It’s weird.”

Yoongi snorted, taking a sip of water. “Are you saying I’m not supposed to have friends?”

You shook your head. “Nah, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you seem unique with the two.” 

The two of you ate while chattering about random things - college, friends, all that. You laughed at Yoongi complaining about how annoying everything was, feeling the life come back to your world.


June 20th, Saturday, 1 PM in the afternoon. Yoongi showed up at your door, knocking on it loudly. “Let me in, (y/n)!”

You opened the door with a slam, staring at him with a glare.  “What?”

Taken aback, Yoongi sighed. “Taehyung’s wedding is today.” You froze. “Come on, you can get over this.”

Your eyes wandered over to your phone, checking the date again. “Why should I? He doesn’t want to see me, I wouldn’t want to see me either.”

“Cut the bullshit, (y/n).” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking your roughly. “You were just happy yesterday. Get dressed and lets go.”

“No.” You mumbled, still dazed from being woken up early and allowing your hair to fall in front of your face.

“You’re really making me do this,” he groaned, grabbing your arm and dragging you upstairs to your room. He went inside your closet after setting you on your bed, looking for an outfit for you to wear. It almost made you laugh at how frustrated he was. “Do you not have anything good to wear?!”

“I don’t get dresses, they’re uncomfortable.” You finally said, somehow relaxing at his frustration. Yoongi glared at you, annoyed that you were satisfied at how much he tried to find a dress.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” He pulled out a light, flowery blouse and jeans. “Wear it, lets go.” He threw the clothes at you and slammed the door closed, waiting for you outside your door.

You stared down at the clothes. It had been exactly three months since the incident with Taehyung happened. Your sickness had gotten worse, and you felt weaker, less energetic. “I’m not going,” you whispered to yourself.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Yoongi complained outside the door, knocking on it once.

The numbers on your phone signaled the time as it changed. 1:03. You let out a small sigh before slipping into the clothes. As you changed into the jeans, memories flashed in your mind. It had been three months since the fight with Taehyung, and neither of you had talked to each other since then. Jungkook and you became friends, along with Jimin. You zipped yourself up, not bothering with makeup and combing your hands in your tangled hair. 

Swinging the door open, Yoongi yelled in surprise. “For fuck’s sake,” he grabbed your arm. “It’s starting in thirty minutes. Lets go.”

The car ride to the wedding was silent, the two of you focused on the road ahead of you. “Why am I going again? I’m sure Taehyung hates me.”

“Don’t say that.” Yoongi tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “He got over it. Probably.” He turned the steering wheel to the left, parking the car in a small space between two large ones. Unbuckling his seat belt, he nodded at you. “Lets go.”

You kicked the floor of the car, unbuckling yourself as well and got out the car. The building was large and tall, balloons surrounding the opening. “Congratulations, Love Birds!” The banners hung above the doors. You stared at it before being dragged inside by Yoongi, shoving past other guests. “Hey! (y/n)!” A familiar voice ringed in your voice, putting a hand on your shoulder. Yoongi halted, letting out a ‘tch’ sound. 

You turned around to meet Jungkook, his hair slicked back and eyes wide. “Hey! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“I didn’t want to be here.”

He glanced at Yoongi, faltering and nodding in apology. “Oops..sorry, Yoongi! I just finally found another person I knew!”

“It’s fine, kid. I have to take (y/n) to someone, though.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze towards you. “Oh..okay. Be careful.” He smiled, waving at the two of you as you walked away.

Yoongi barged into a room around a corner, clutching your arm tightly. “Ow.” You muttered, struggling to move your arm away. 

“Yoongi!” A woman’s voice shouted loudly, making your cringe. You looked up, staring at the groom and bride smiling at Yoongi. Not at you, Yoongi.

“Hi.” He grumbled, letting go of your arm. Your eyes meet with the groom’s, identifying them as Taehyung’s. The rest of the guests in the room continued chattering, keeping their voices low. “Talk to him at least, kid.”

“I’m not talking to him. I’m going back to find Jungkook.” You hissed, glaring at Yoongi. “He’s the only one who seems to allow me to have freedom.”

“(y/n)!” Taehyung’s cheery voice rang in your head, causing you to freeze up. You stared at him. “Hey! Come over here, at least!” He motioned for you to come over, his smile glowing upon his skin. Yoongi pushed your forward, murmuring in your ear. 

“Just do it, (y/n). It’ll be fine. I’m gonna wait outside.” He left the room, leaving you there, stuck in your spot with widened eyes. Suha smirked, walking over to you and looping her arm with yours. 

“Hey, Taehyung wants you to come over, lets talk!” She giggled, dragging you towards Taehyung. You struggled, trying to get her grip off of your arm without causing a commotion. You stumbled over a shoe, leaning forward and gritting your teeth together. Suha let out a quiet laugh, pulling you back up and bringing you to Taehyung.

“I’ll let you two talk. I need to go talk to daddy.”

Suha left the room, leaving you and Taehyung together. You felt relieved other people were in the room as well, but their chatter dialed down and only a few whispers came out and drifted about. You felt your heart flutter when Taehyung took your hand, fingering his hands through your hair. “You look different. Did you loose weight?”

You stayed silent, staring down at the floor. ‘I didn’t want you to get married. I didn’t want you to leave me, why did you do it? I can’t function anymore. You’re gonna go away. You’re leaving. Why?’ you thought to yourself, not gathering the courage to say those words. He sighed, letting his hand fall from your hair, the one gripping your hand still holding on tight. “You have to eat. It’s bad for you if you don’t, and I’ll spank you if you refuse.” He pulled on your cheek, surprised when he struggled. “Did you not put makeup on?”

“Yoongi dragged me here.” You whispered, taking your hand out his grip and shoving it in your pocket. The rest of the guests shuffled out the room, shutting it softly. “I didn’t want to come.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh, adjusting his sleeves. “I should’ve expected that, I guess.”

You raised your hand to your mouth, biting down on your thumb. You gnawed on it before Taehyung forced you to stop, eyes wide. “What are you doing? You’re bleeding!” Your eyes trailed down to your hand, noticing the blood trailing down your wrist. 

“Oh, shit.” You jerked your hand away, wiping the blood away from your thumb. “It’s a habit.”

Taehyung stared at you while shaking his head, turning around to face his back towards you. “You know, I really regret having that fight at the club.” 

“You didn’t seem so sorry when you didn’t bother to call me.”

“I thought you’d call back, even if I didn’t have you number, you always used to do that.” You scoffed, shoving your injured hand in your pocket as well and turning away. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m going to go to Jungkook.”

Taehyung grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “Stay here for a while, it won’t hurt!” He pressed, smiling brightly.

“Why should I?” You grumbled, pulling your arm away. “Why would I watch you get married to a slut?”

His fists trembled as they clenched into a tight fist, a small smirk forming upon your lips. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Reality does really fucking suck.” You turned around to face the door, grabbing the door knob and leaving Taehyung in the room alone. 

You stumbled into Yoongi on your way out, letting out a small “oh.” Yoongi stared down at you and dragged you up. “How did it go?” He asked quickly, glancing at the room. “You guys took a lot less time than I thought you would.”

“Yoongi, can’t we just go already?” You whined, crossing your arms. “I have nothing to do with these two.”

“Yes, yes you do.” He snapped, leaning against the wall. “You’ve been friends with him for years now, (y/n). Don’t do this to them over a small fight.”

“Small fight?!” You raised your voice, unaware of the stares you were causing the two of you to get from the others. “Yoongi, he’s about to get married to a prissy princess who just likes sex! Does no one fucking believe me?!” You wrapped your hand around his collar, staring him dead in the eye. “I’ll say it again. I have nothing to do with them.”

“So, you’ll just act like Taehyung was nothing to you?” 

“Correct.”

Yoongi smirked. “Then I don’t know you either.”

You faltered, your grip loosening on his collar. “Excuse me?”

He moved your arm away. “Taehyung was the one who introduced me to you, anyways. So if you just want to discard all the shit you’ve been through with him, I’ll make sure I can’t contact you at all. In fact, I’ll just move.” You felt your stomach churn as sweat dripped down your face. 

“You wouldn’t do that, Yoongi,” you said shakily, “I know you wouldn’t. Why are you doing this to me?”

Yoongi growled at you angrily, “You’re acting like a bitch at his wedding. Do you know how much he’s been yearning to find the love of his life? He’s having this great party right now, but here you are, acting up like a child!”

“I am not acting like a child!” You gasped. “You’re the one who brought me here, anyways! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here, you little sh-”

“You came here yourself. I never forced you.” He glared at you. 

Plus, you still love Taehyung.

You fell silent and lowered your head. “I do not.”

“You do.”

“I don’t fucking love him!” You screamed, tears dripping down your face. Yoongi blinked twice, standing up correctly with wide eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Yoongi!” You cried, wiping at your eyes furiously. “I thought you would help me with this, you know. But now, here I am, acting like a child, as you said!”

“Shit, I didn’t-”

“Oh, yes you did.” You interrupted, gritting your teeth together. “Don’t put all that on me this time. You meant every word you said that came out your mouth.”

“(y/n), calm down, people are staring..”

You slammed your fist on the wall. “Is that all you care about, people staring?! Not helping your friend crying, who’s suffering, everything?!”

Yoongi raised his hand, the sound of his hand and your cheek colliding echoing throughout the hallway. Everyone froze in surprise, some covering their mouths and some murmuring to their friends. Your head stayed in the position where Yoongi slapped you, lip trembling. The stinging sensation spread throughout your body, sending shivers down your back. You put your hand to your cheek, not bothering to wipe your eyes. “I think I’m gonna go now.” You muttered, turning away. 

“Wait, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me-” You raised your hand to stop him, shaking your head. 

“No, really, I should have gotten hit. You can run me over with your car too, you know. Would take me out of my misery faster.”

“(y/n), you’re thinking about that way too fast!” Yoongi rushed to your side, hesitant to touch your shoulder. You stumbled, letting out a loud cough into your hand. Both you and Yoongi stared at the flowers falling out your mouth, letting them flutter onto the ground. The guests stared in horror, as well as awe, at the flowers coming out your mouth. 

“Shit!” Yoongi glared at the others, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “We’ll deal with this later. Get in the restroom.” He ushered you to the bathroom, closing the door after you entered. You threw his jacket off, quick to go to the toilet and throw up. 

“S-Shi-” God, your condition was really getting worse. You felt as if you were suffocating, that damned disease. If only it didn’t exist, if only you hadn’t loved Taehyung - you’d be free. Free, free like all the other people. You gripped the handle of the drawer in the sink next to you, coughing loudly and painfully while trying to keep your hand on the handle. Your palms became sweaty, sweat ran down your face, and your body lost it’s energy. 

The flowers continued to flow down and down, the horrendous sound paired along with your choked sobs. You smiled at yourself shakily, wondering how embarrassing it was to be with you. Ruining a wedding, friendship, what else was there for you to ruin?

You calmed down after a steady hour, flushing the flowers down and washing both your hands and face. Your knees knocked together while you bent down to pick up Yoongi’s jacket, opening the door. He grabbed your shoulders as you fell down, all energy that was once in your body now gone. “I guess I really shouldn’t have brought you here..Jungkook, stop, she’s not feeling well..no, I swear to god, don’t touch..it’s nothing bad…” The voices floated around your head, drifting in and out of consciousness, only to be jerked up again when a blast of pain shot through your head once in a while.

“(y/n)? Can you hear me?” Jungkook’s voice whispered near your ear. You felt his hand comb through your hair, reassuring you that you were fine. “The ceremony already started. No one’s here. It’s okay if you leave, we’ll come with you. Sleep for now, okay?” Hands gripped around your arms, helping you out the door. “Yoongi, hurry up, I think people are starting to notice..”

“Shush, I’m trying.” Yoongi hissed, opening up the car to the back seat and carefully placing you on the seats. “Get in, Jungkook.” 

“What? But then who’ll tell them that-”

“No one needs to know, Jungkook. That’ll make things worse.” He murmured, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine. Jungkook quickly jumped into the passenger’s seat, closing the door shut. You struggled to keep your eyes open, your surroundings slowly becoming pitch black.


“(y/n)!!”

“Shut up, that’ll wake her up!”

“But that’s what we want her to do, don’t we?”

“You little-”

“HER FINGER MOVED.”

“Shhh!”

You open your eyes slowly, blinking twice to refocus your vision. You stared at the people around you, squinting your eyes to try to make out who they were. “..Jin?”

Jin looked up at you from his clipboard, letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god you woke up.” He pointed at Jungkook and Jimin, rolling his eyes. “The two thought you were going to die.”

“No! It’s called worrying for a friend, Jin!” Jimin whined, shooting you an awkward smile. 

You moved your hand around on the unfamiliar material underneath your body, sitting up slowly. Looking around, you sucked in your breath. “Am I in a hospital?”

“Since you see me, duh.” Jin scribbled onto the paper on his clipboard, glancing at the boys. “Never knew you had such weird friends.”

“Excus-”

“Shush.”

You smiled. “Can someone explain why I’m here, though?” 

Yoongi leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrow. “You fainted when we were driving you to your house.” He rubbed his temple, furrowing his eyebrows. “I still think I’m deaf from Jungkook crying.”

“I really thought you died, (y/n)!” Jungkook whimpered, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Anyways-”

You cleared your throat loudly, glaring at everyone around you. “So, you brought me here because I fainted? That’s it?”

Jin blinked, adjusting his glasses. “Uh..yeah.”

You groaned, stretching your arms. “I didn’t need to be escorted to the hospital, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Yoongi pushed you back down onto the bed and stared at Jimin and Jungkook. “Can you guys wait outside for a sec? We need to talk.”

Jimin glanced at you with a worried expression, grabbing Jungkook’s arm and nodding at Yoongi. “Don’t die!” Jin started to turn around to leave as well before Yoongi grabbed his arm. 

“You stay here.”

Jin removed his arm from Yoongi’s grip, setting his clipboard down. “Okay, what do we need now?”

“Get (y/n) the surgery.” 

Your eyes widened as you sat up, staring at Yoongi. “Are you crazy?! Why are you deciding this for me?!” 

Yoongi stared down at you, running his hand through his messy hair. “It’s for the best. You’ll die soon if you don’t.”

“That isn’t for you to decide, Yoongi!” You argued, grabbing his arm desperately. 

Jin sighed, pushing up the rim of his glasses. “He’s right, (y/n). The disease is serious.” He pushed his hair back, staring at you. “The surgery is pretty much the only option you have left.”

You bit down on your lip, tossing the bed sheets aside and stood up. Your knees failed on you, trembling and slamming down onto the ground. Yoongi bent down to help you up, but you shook your head at him.  “No,” you whispered. “I’m not gonna get that damned surgery. If I wanna die, I will. I’ll do it without hesitation.” You shot your head up at the two boys, struggling to get up. 

“Are you seriously going to do this?” Yoongi said harshly, his hands clenching into tight fists. “I’m doing the best I can to help you yet all you do is say ‘no, I won’t.’ This is all about Taehyung.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t you realize how stubborn you’re being with us? Taehyung got over it, you should too.” 

“He’s not over it. He never will get over it.” You snapped, forcing yourself to get up. “He’s not cured yet.” 

Yoongi shot his hands up in the air, eyes going wild. “Are you listening to yourself right now?! You’re saying Taehyung won’t be cured, you’re worried about him, worry about yourself god damn it!” He raised his fist as it slammed into the wall, startling both you and Jin. 

“Yoongi..” You murmured quietly.

“Leave me alone.” He whispered as tiny droplets of blood dripped down his fist. 

“You have to-”

“Get the fuck out!” Yoongi yelled, turning to face you with his fiery eyes. You stared at him with horror, backing up and quickly walking out the room, shutting the door closed behind you. You flinched at Jin’s desperate attempts to calm Yoongi down, looking up at Jimin creeping behind the corner.

“Is Yoongi okay?” He asked softly, his slender fingers wrapped around the edge. “He’s yelling pretty loudly..”

“He’s fine.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “Stay here. I’m going home.”

The two boys stared at you with confused expressions before Jungkook gabbed your arm. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to stay inside?”

“I’m fine. All I did was faint.”

He looked at you with sincere worry. “Yeah, but..you looked really pale when you got into the car. You couldn’t even talk, or even walk!”

Jimin stared at you with surprise written all over his face, obviously confused. You shook Jungkook’s hand off your arm, shooting a glare at him. “I said I’m fine and I’m going home.” His hand grabbed your arm again, and you opened your mouth to tell him off again - but there he was, tears falling down his cheeks. His lips trembled, his shoulders bounced up and down. 

“A-Are you really okay?” He whimpered again, hiccuping between his words. 

“Hey, hey..why are you crying? You haven’t done anything,” you talked quickly, unsure what to do in this situation. Jimin rushed over to Jungkook’s side, eyes wide and hand wiping his tears away. 

His hand fell from your arm as his weight fell into Jimin’s arms, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. You watched in surprise, backing up once again. Jimin stared at you with confusion, his hand combing through Jungkook’s hair. You pushed yourself out the doors, walking away quickly. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cursed at yourself, keeping your head low. Why was everyone having such a big reaction? This was your problem. This was your life. Why were people being hurt instead of you? Yoongi was becoming frustrated, people are crying because of you. You found your way back home quickly, opening the door to your house and slamming it closed. 

You laid there in front of the door for hours, just thinking. Thinking how you’d escape. How’d you escape from this hell you were forced to live in - you could move. You could just avoid everyone. You could simply just kill yourself. 

You took a moment to think again. What the fuck were you thinking? Killing yourself? Both sides of your mind fought against each other - die, move, die, move, die, move. But then one small idea popped in your mind.

Forgive.

You could just forgive Taehyung. It would be that simply, right? This would all be over. All this would end. Relief washed over you until one small problem broke in. 

That damned disease.

It would and will not go away. It will stay there for the rest of your life unless you finally get the surgery. You will not get that surgery. You will not, you will not, you will not; you will not.

It was until then the tears came. Your hand stayed on your chest, your left arm extended out on the left of you. The tears rolled down your cheeks, down your chin, and onto the ground. It made you chuckle - could the amount of tears you cried make an ocean where you could just sail away?


9 PM. You had gotten up and slept on the couch to try to escape your burdens. Loud knocks banged on the door, awakening you. You slowly got up from the couch, opening the door without a care. 

Taehyung stood there, still in his tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and his smile was big.

“(y/n),” he said, surprised you opened the door. You took a step back, quick to force the door closed. Taehyung blocked the door from fully closing, pushing his body weight onto the door. 

“Get out,” you cried, struggling to close the door shut. “Stop coming here!”

Taehyung’s strength was far more superior than yours, easily forcing the door open. You stumbled back, your body still not fully energized to it’s maximum. You wiped your tears away angrily, stepping back once again. “(y/n),” Taehyung repeated, his voice now softer. “I heard what happened.”

You froze, your hand stopping mid-way. “Yoongi told me you fainted.” He stared down at the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not sick.” You whispered. 

“Why did you faint then?” 

“It’s nothing, alright?! Get out!” You screamed at him, pushing him away. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, slapping your hands away.

“What’s wrong with you these past days?” He asked, keeping his posture. 

“You married a girl. You’re leaving me. You’re making me suffer even more.” You trembled, staring up at him with teary eyes. “You don’t realize how much I’m hurting because of the decisions you’re making.” You turned on your heel and raced upstairs. “That’s why I’ll be taking my leave.”

Taehyung ran up behind you, watching you in terror as you rummaged through your closet. pulling out a small suitcase. “You’re kidding,” he gasped, trying to stop you. “Are you serious?! What are you doing? Why are you packing up?!”

You grabbed as many items as you could, zipping up your suit case. “I can’t stay here, Taehyung.” You extended your arm to the window, tightening your grip on the suitcase handle. “Do you know how much trouble I’ve caused?! And to top it all off, don’t even get me started with you.” Taehyung bit down on his lip as you shoved past him, grabbing your phone to call a taxi. 

Taehyung pleaded with you, trying to bring you back into the house. You ignored him as tears dripped down onto the ground, opening the door and stepping outside. The taxi arrived shortly, beeping loudly. 

You opened the backseat door, struggling to get inside from aehyung pulling you back. “Don’t go!” He cried, clinging onto your arm. “Why are you leaving us all?! Stay!” 

You took one look at his ring on his ring finger, grabbing his hand and taking it off. “I fucking love you.” You breathed. “I have the Hanahaki Disease and I’ll die.” You threw the ring to the ground, lowering yourself down into the backseat and slamming the door shut. You locked the door and told the driver to take you to the airport. Taehyung banged on the window, his screams muffled from the barrier. You hugged your knees as the taxi drove off, Taehyung’s yells become weaker and weaker until they no longer were able to be heard. 


a/n: honestly i was going to make more plot in between this situation but i think i have a steady idea of how the story will go for now on 

Evermore Reprise (headcanon/ mini-fanfic)

So I have been musing amongst the land of Beauty and the Beast Headcanons in my brain (specifically Belle and Adam as parents posted here) While I am still contemplating whether or not to dive into writing a full on fanfic, this little scene where Adam holds his little girl for the first time just begged to be written. Enjoy! 

The first few rays of dawn had begun to spill into the west wing. It was the first official day of spring. Somewhere in the garden a lone songbird was trilling their cheerful melody. Adam sighed, taking in the moment. His beloved Belle lay against his shoulder, exhausted, their newborn baby girl in her arms. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Adam?” Belle murmured. 

Adam gently kissed Belles head. “Just like her mother.”

 There were wisps of chestnut hair crowning her tiny head, her little lips exactly like Belle’s. But the eyes that stared back at him were identical to his own. She had his eyes. His mother’s eyes. It was almost too surreal to comprehend. 

“Little Amélie Rose.” He breathed, examining her tiny fingers.

“You’re sure you like the name?” Belle asked, glancing up at him.

“Of course! It is perfect. Just like our little girl. Amélie for my mother. Rose for yours. I still find it charming that that is why you love the flower so much, by the way.” Adam teased.

Belle smiled weakly. “Well I’m glad you like it.” She yawned. “I just wanted to be sure because after today we are not changing it.”

Adam laughed “It was a rose that brought you into my life, my darling. Because of that I can forgive the flower for the part it played in the enchantress’s curse.”

Belle nodded sleepily. “I think I need to sleep now, my dear. Would you hold her?”

“Are you sure? She’s so tiny…”

“You’ll be fine.” Belle assured, positioning the baby in his arms. “There you are sweetheart. Come see your papa.”

Adam could feel a tear well in his eyes as Belle spoke the words. Papa. He was a Papa. “She really is incredible, isn’t she?” he breathed.

Belle mumbled an agreement but was already half asleep. Smiling Adam got up from the bed and carried his little girl over to a chair near the balcony where he could watch the sunrise. He looked down at the precious girl in his arms.  Amélie Rose. His daughter. As the golden streaks of dawn filled the sky, he quietly sang…

“I was the one who had it all
A second chance to change my fate
I had all I needed in my life
now this new life awaits…

I’ll try to chase away the pain
So close your eyes ‘cause I’m right here
As you steal into my ever-growing heart
It all becomes so clear

Now I know I’ll never leave you
Even as you grow someday
I will still protect you, calm you, teach you,
love you, come what may

Livening these ivory towers
dancing through that open door
Just call my name, I’ll walk right in
And be with you for evermore

I marvel at these gifts of love
I watch the fading of the night
Though I know you’ll fly so far beyond what I can teach
I’m never far from sight

Now I know I’ll never leave you
As my old life fades from view
You will now inspire me, be a part of
Everything I do

Livening these ivory towers
dancing through that open door
Just call my name, I’ll walk right in
And as this bright new life begins
I’ll see you through it, lose or win
With you here for evermore…”

She’s Gone

Pairing: Sam x Eileen Leahy (Saileen)

Word Count: 970

Warnings: spoilers (12.21), ANGST, character death

Summary: Sam gets a phone call. The phone call.

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Looking back on that day in the messy motel room, Sam decides that the phone call from Jody is the worst one he’s ever received. When the women he loved died, he’d never gotten a phone call. Jess had burned on the ceiling above. He’d shot Madison. Sarah had suffocated in front of him. He doesn’t know what it’s like to get that call.

He never expected to, either.

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persephonah  asked:

so how about some eposette wedding hcs please

(aaahhh sorry this took me so long! im not quite happy with it but anway here’s some cute gfs getting married)

Cosette and Eponine have been together for years now and they never really discussed the subject of marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, Cosette loves the whole idea of wearing a beautiful dress and walking down the aisle to promise to spend her life loving Eponine but her girlfriend never made any hints that it was something she wanted and she doesn’t want to pressure her. It’s not like she minds - they don’t need a wedding ring to prove their love, so she stays quiet about it.

Little does she know Eponine actually does want to get married and she’s been thinking about it a lot lately, especially after Combeferre and Courfeyrac got married a few months ago as the first ones in their group.

But how on earth do you bring up this kind of topic? Just proposing out of the blue is out of the question. Not if she doesn’t know if Cosette even wants to.

“Just talk about this like adults” Grantaire groans when she talks (read: whines) to him about it. She raises an eyebrow and scoffs in response.

“You mean like you and Enjolras are?” “Shut up” She knows Grantaire has been thinking about proposing as well, however Enjolras has always had pretty clear opinions on marriage in the past and he’s scared of being rejected. What a hypocrite though.


They’re having a quiet night in, curled up on the couch together with a glass of wine, when Eponine does take Grantaire’s advice.

“Hey Zette?” Cosette hums in reponse, her head resting on Eponine’s shoulder.

“Do you ever think about getting married someday?”

She feels the body next to her still. “yeah of course, do you?”

Eponine only nods, nervously skimming her finger over the top of her wine glass.

“And…would you ever consider getting married…to me?” Cosette sits up to look at her but she keeps her gaze firmly on the glass, pressing her lips together.

“Ep, I love you. Of course I considered it! I just…you never seemed interested in marriage and i didn’t want to scare you off” Eponine’s head shoots back up again “I am interested though!”

“So you want to get married?” “Yes!”  “Good.”

Cue them beaming at each other like the adorable lovebirds they are.


The next weeks Eponine spends looking for a ring and planning the perfect proposal because now that she knows they both want this, she can’t wait. But in the end Cosette beats her to it by proposing first while having a picnic in the park. It’s all sappy and perfect and they proceed to spend the rest of the day dozing cuddled together on the blanket, neither of them quite believing the other is now their fiancée

Of course all of Les Amis are ecstatic when they find out and help out with their wedding arrangements. (Eponine may have whispered “now it’s your turn” into Grantaire’s ear when he hugged her)

Neither Eponine nor Cosette are one for big pompous weddings so it ends up being a small beautiful ceremony with just their friends, Valjean and Eponine’s siblings present (her parents are absolutely not invited).

They rented a lovely little venue and there are flowers everywhere, especially violets, white magnolias and ivy (Jehan helped a lot with that)

Cosette looks stunning in her lacy bohemian dress and flowers in her hair and so does Eponine who decided to wear a dashing tuxedo instead. Both can’t take their eyes off each other as Cosette is led down the aisle by her father.

Both of them cry during their vows but no one’s eyes stay quite dry (even Montparnasse blinks suspiciously often)

When the officiant announces “you may now kiss the bride” Eponine dips Cosette for the big smooch.

During their first dance these two are simply glowing (imagine ‘forever with me’ by nedra johnson this song is gay jsyk)

Valjean of course dances with Cosette for the traditional father-daughter dance whereas Eponine dances with Gavroche who keeps twirling her around to make her laugh.

The newlyweds get home in the early morning hours, drunkenly giggling and clinging to each other happily. Eponine is carrying her shoes in her hands and Cosette’s cheek ended up covered in Eponine’s lipstick during the taxi ride home.

All tiredness is forgotten as soon as they’re over the doorstep and kisses turn heated. “We do have to consumate the marriage properly”, Ep whispers against her new wife’s lips as she guides her into the bedroom.

Certain Things - Song-based / Mixed Requests

Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is in love with the reader but is too afraid to say it. and one day the reader overhears him talking to John about it. (lots of fluff)
& anon: Sherlock x reader fic based on the song Certain things by James Arthur. Like Sherlock doesn’t understand his feelings after towards her after spending time with her and he just notices small things about her until he finally understands his feelings. With just a lot of fluff in it?
& anon: Can I make a Sherlock request where the reader falls asleep on Sherlock’s couch and they aren’t really dating yet and he is really sweet and gentle with her? Like he drapes a blanket over her, or brushes the hair out of her eyes Agh!
& anon: Sherlock X reader fanfic where Sherlock accepts his feelings for reader and he tries to impress her but he asks John first so John tries to prank him and tell him to say a bunch of cheesy pick up lines? 
& anon:  Hey can I request a Sherlock imagine with the reader where he asks her out for the first time and he’s super super nervous and she’s kind of insecure about it?? With a lot of fluff too? 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 3,703

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I craved to write this ever since I found a way to mix all of the requests. I love it dearly, and I hope you do too. Also, if there are any grammar mistake (or any kind of mistake, really) I’m sorry, today was exhausting (and English isn’t my first language so…) but I was so happy I felt like writing something.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by nothingsgonnachangemyworld

The noise of the bomb was so loud Sherlock could only hear a high pitched and elongated peep. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion out of a sudden. The bomb had exploded, yes, but Sherlock could clearly see the car it had been trapped in exploding along. The shattered glasses flying in every direction, and the few civilians nearby being pushed by the impulse of the explosion. He turned to his right, finding a very concerned John covering his face with his arms.

Then he turned to his left, and found (Y/N) with her eyes fixed on the explosion. Everything moved slower. Her knees were hurt, and she was dirty; her hair was messy and her clothes were covered with both sweat and dirt. She wasn’t trying to cover her face like John; instead, she was turning to look at Sherlock.

Their eyes met for a split second, but it felt like bewitching ages to them. They were worried about the other; laying on the ground as the bomb they had frantically looked for exploded – they were too late.

He extended his hand, trying to reach hers unconsciously. (Y/N) took his hand without hesitation and Sherlock pulled her closer to him, not caring if her legs got scratched with the ground, because it would be nothing compared to the damage of being unprotected from the flying glasses.

Once in his arms, Sherlock covered her face and upper body protectively against his chest. His face nuzzled over her hair and he shut his eyes tightly. His arms were wrapped around her body, and even when he was too exposed, he felt save.

The world went back to its regular speed. The bomb blew away many passer-by’s and the windows from the nearest buildings. The pieces of glass got spread all over, including Sherlock and (Y/N)’s hair. The pieces of the car that didn’t turn into small pieces flew away, hitting many other innocents in the process. It was a real mess, yet, it could’ve been worse.

The precious seconds went by quickly. The bomb had exploded and the consequences had been severe, but at least (Y/N) and John were fine and that was all Sherlock cared about.

After the impact, when they could hear again the silence of the street, (Y/N) pulled slightly away to look at her surroundings. There were bodies all around, but they were all alive. Sherlock was staring at her, and when (Y/N) turned to look at him she saw something she had never seen in him before: He was worried.

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Neverland’s Queen

A one-shot based off of the song Going to California by Led Zeppelin? Like the lyrics are a prophecy that Peter goes out to fulfill? “Someone told me there’s a girl out there, with love in her eyes and a flower in her hair. (..) She is red when skies are grey. (..) They say she plays guitar and cries, and sings…” ^Prophecy idk. So Peter goes to find this dream girl or whatever and finds it she doesn’t really exist. He comes back to Neverland where the reader is staying, and realizes that SHE is his dream girl. Idk the whole request is a mess:)

warnings: slight swearing, also i loooove this request. it’s detailed and different so i really went all out
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“There’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
When the sea burns red and the sky stains grey,
And the mountains and canyons then tremble and shake
As the children of the sun begin to awake,

You will find a queen without a king.
She plays a song and cries and sings.
She rides a white mare in the footsteps of dawn.
She is a woman who’s been never born.”

Peter Pan gawked at the mermaid, stunned by her sung prophecy. He never had any use of the Seer of the Sea, until recently, when he had grown restless of his lonely life, and so had come to the Lagoon seeking out the maid who gave oracles to those who could capture her. The King of Neverland was tired of a solitary reign. He needed someone to rule beside him, someone who could love and protect the island just as he did. There were his Lost Boys, of course, and they were fiercely loyal and true of heart, but he couldn’t very well make any of them his queen.

There was you, however. A girl fiercer than any of his boys, and much prettier, Peter mentally added. Of course, he would never tell you that. You infuriated his entire being. Truly, it was a miracle that Pan restrained himself from begging the Shadow to take you back. He loathed you. He loathed your snark, your quick witted remarks shutting down his attempts at annoying you, he loathed your sweet laughter when you could convince the boys to tease him too, and he especially loathed the gentle curve of your lips when you smirked at him, absolutely plump and delic- NO.

Peter forced a heavy wall down onto those thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking about your infuriating lips. He needed to find his queen. “Where is she?” Peter boomed at the mermaid, and it was not so much a question as a command to tell him of the prophesied girl’s whereabouts. The oracle merely smiled knowingly, and began to float away. “Wait!” His voice was desperate, and the maid, sensing this, turned around slowly in the water, silver hair shimmering with the last of the sunset’s light.

“The girl you seek is from the place without magic.
And you shall soon find her surrounded by manic
But search well, dear King, and keep sharp your sight.
You may only find her until the break of first light.”

It took seconds to comprehend her second riddle, but Pan was quick, and shortly exasperated then after. Until the break of first light. Sunrise. “I only have sunrise to find her?”

“Cherish my gift of foretelling.
Do not be led astray.
My words’ magic, it shall run out
At the first light of the day.”

With a flick of her brilliant indigo tail, the mermaid was gone, and Peter was left alone with little time and a prophecy.

… … …

Night had finally fallen, and Peter strode into camp, headed straight for Felix. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw you atop the boy’s shoulders. Laughing, as his second in command paraded you around. Blushing, as Felix cracked a joke about you being the queen of Neverland. Stroking, your fingers idly gripping the boy’s blond locks, and Peter’s own hands clenched at the display before him. Felix was clad in a white shirt tonight, a contrast to his usual earth-toned raiments, but the Lost Children had planned a special feast this evening, and it seemed he dressed up for the occasion. Dressed up for you. As Peter’s right-hand boy spun you, forcing sweet laughter from your lips, the King decided he had had enough of his horsing around.

“Felix,” he barked, not wasting any time as the moon rose into the sky. “I’m leaving the island for a little trip. You’re in charge,” Peter said, turning away from the sight of you together. He halted when your voice rang from the other side of camp.

“Finally tired of us, Pan?” You slipped off from Felix’s shoulders, eager to goad the clearly agitated leader. You couldn’t miss an opportunity to push his buttons. “I thought I’d never see the day you’d abandon us. And here you are, leaving us defenseless without a leader to protect us.”

“You’re damn well aware that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself, (Y/N).” Peter’s sharp response surprised you both. That almost sounded like… a compliment? No, it couldn’t be. You eyed him confusedly, and an unnameable tension that had been between you both for quite a few weeks now filled the air between you, humming as the Lost Boys began a bonfire far behind you.

Felix coughed from where he stood to the side, smirking at his leader with an understanding twist of his lips. Peter shot him a dirty look. It was a misfortune, he thought. That his subordinate should also be his best friend. He knew more about Peter than Peter knew about himself, and Pan hated it. He hated the knowing smirk on his subordinate’s lips. Felix did make up for though, when he cleverly dispersed the tension to save his friend from an awkward encounter. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Pan?”

The time. Peter looked up at the sky, and found the moon rising even higher into the night. “Shit,” he breathed. “I’ll be back by sunrise,” he stated, running off into the forest before flying up, up, and away to another realm. You watched him go, his beautiful form snaking throughout the trees and disappearing into the stars. Once he was out of sight, Felix whistled at you, and you grinned at your friend, hopping onto his back as he made his way to the feast.

… … …

Nothing. He had found fucking nothing these past few hours. Peter racked his mind for the bits and pieces of the prophecy he still retained. What had it all meant?

When the sea burns red.
She rides a white mare.
A woman who’s been never born.

How would the sea ever burn? Which white mare was it? If the girl he was searching for had never been born, what the hell was he doing looking for her? The oracle’s words swum in fragments in his mind.

Peter had searched all over the land without magic, flying over red waves of rock in a desert, searching through grey storms in chilly towns, and ending up in various pubs and bars, trying to find his prophesied queen. His equal. He did come across many beautiful girls where he searched, and they all took an interest in him, but he knew in his heart that they were not the one he had been looking for.

Everything about them was wrong. Their hair was wrong, their too-sweet words whispered into his ear were wrong, and even their lips were wrong, the slope of them not at all right. The feel of the girls was foreign, and unfamiliar. The moon hung low in the sky now, and Peter Pan had lost faith in finding someone who would fill the barren void in his heart. With a reluctant sigh, the King decided that there was no such queen for him, and with a crumbling heart, he flew home.

… … …

Peter made it back, unnerved by the fact that the Lost Boys were still dancing. He caught sight of you.

There’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
When the sea burns red and the sky stains grey,

He saw the crown of poppies and other wildflowers adorning your head, and something tugged at the back of Peter’s mind. The moon was gone now, and a sliver of the sun’s fire was rising from the horizon, turning the ocean into a sea of red. Grey fog lined the skies.

And the mountains and canyons then tremble and shake
As the children of the sun begin to awake,

The Lost Boys continued to dance around of the fire, its flames mimicking those of the sun. It seemed as if the boys’ stomping quaked the very earth beneath them. The sun began to peek out from beyond the sea, driving the boys even wilder.

You will find a queen without a king.
She plays a song and she cries and she sings.

Your flower crown was beautiful upon you, Peter thought, the various shades of the petals bringing out the glow in your face, the mirth in your features. You sang a tune as the boys stepped in time, the beat never faltering.

She rides a white mare in the footsteps of dawn.

Peter took notice of your position on Felix’s broad shoulders, and his eyes widened as he realized his second-in-command had played as your steed for the night .

She is a woman who’s been never born.

Peter staggered backwards. The mermaid didn’t mean that the girl had not been born yet. She had been never born. Never born. Neverborn.

It was you, he realized. His queen, adorned with a crown and steed to match. You were an ordinary girl back where you had come from, but when the Shadow brought you here, oh, how stupid of him not to realize! Peter stared at you in awe. Once you were brought to Neverland, you were reborn as a Lost Girl. A queen. His queen. And the King had come to claim you.

“Peter!” You slipped off Felix as you caught sight of the green-eyed boy, eager to give another jab at his ego. He stalked towards you, a determined look on his face, and you smirked, ready to let the banter begin. “How kind of the King to return to his people,” you remarked, Peter walking faster towards you. “I was beginning to think-” You actually had no time to think, or to even finish your sentence, for that matter, because as soon as he had strided close enough, the King of Neverland pulled you in by the waist for the most breathtaking kiss.

… … …

It was quiet. The camp was quiet.

The fire was quiet.

The forest was quiet.

Hell, even the boys were quiet. Silence had swept over the island in a single breath as Peter Pan crashed his lips to yours. His mouth danced along your own, and you couldn’t comprehend how long it was the pair of you stood there in the middle of camp, your hands rested on his chest as his hands caressed your hips, all while you returned his fervent motions. You came up for breath, and peered up at him.

You tried to think of something, anything to say. At this point, you couldn’t care less if it was witty or not. You just needed to know…

“Why?” It was the least you could say, and you hoped it conveyed everything you wished to ask. Why was he kissing you? Why did it feel so right? Why you?

“Because you’re my queen,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. And although you were unaware of most of the meaning, somehow, you understood what he meant. You understood the meaning of the tension that had been building up between you two, the meaning of his playful teasing, and the meaning of the words he spoke now. You smiled up at Peter, at your King, and leaned in for another kiss. He was more than happy to oblige, and the boys began hollering once again at the pair of you, Felix rolling his eyes as if to say, “About damn time.”

The magic of the island thrummed as if in understanding that its queen had been found, and somewhere beneath murky turquoise depths, a grin bloomed on the face of someone with silvery locks, who beamed up at the surface in approval before swimming away with a flick of an indigo tail.

(A/N): I fucking loved writing this, and I hope you guys enjoyed it too! 

What Wizarding Wars do to Children

Harry: warm, crooked grin, running until he’s out of breath, furrowed brows, coffee, butterbeer, laughter, dancing, quidditch, apricity, fire crackle, music, love, pecks, stretching, flirting, jokes, tapping things, daydreams, laughing so hard it hurts, fresh air, cold water

Harry: forgetting to eat, night terrors, hidden wands, paranoia, pacing, claustrophobia, tying back hair, jumpy, anxious, taping his foot, looking up to avoid spilling tears, hidden scars, screaming sobs, slouch, grinning teeth together, forcing himself to laugh, tired eyes

Draco: dramatic, smirks, cunning, practiced smiles, perfect posture, fuming, cursive writing, quills, classical music, cracking knuckles, whisky, eutony, socks, pale, curiosity, running water, french, deep laughter, deep kisses, closed eyes, admiration

Draco: pursed lips, clenched jaw, zoning out, numb, scratching at the dark mark, anxious, insomnia, knuckles on a table, long hair, quiet, invisible, afraid of fire, long sleeves, flashbacks, breathing quickly, the sting of eyes that have been open too long, hard mattresses, closed windows, anger, regret, wrecking his mind for a memory to cast a patronus, change, obliviate

Luna: wind chimes, iridescence, bubble wrap, horse hooves on gravel, rain on glass, pleasantness, tea pot, mismatching shoes, flowers, whimsical, candles, mustard boots, quibbler, genuine

Luna: overly quirky, constantly smiling, irritated, claustrophobia, grinning through tears, random facts, running her tongue along the edge of her teeth, coin laundry, scars, forgetting to water plants, painting to ungodly hours of the night

George: laughter, homely, bliss, tea, breathing in cold air, loads of blankets, jokes, running, jumping on beds, Fred , love, warmth, wide eyes, dimples

George: Cutting and dying hair; he can’t stand looking like-, shattering mirrors, turning to say something to someone who isn’t there, tired eyes, breaking into sobs every time someone calls him Fred, sleeping without a pillow, puffy eyes, those few minutes of bliss just after he wakes; before he realises he is awake, coffee that’s too hot, a perfectly made bed next to his, weak knees, breaking down when he accidentally puts on a christmas sweater with an F on it and walking down to breakfast

She knew she loved him in the the summer of 1977. She wore summer dresses and flowers in her hair. He grinned lazily up at her from the grass. Sirius hassled the neighbourhood dogs. They were young and the world was theirs. It wasn’t a good world, she realised. This was the day he came to headquarters a broken, bleeding mess. She loved him when she couldn’t hear the metal scratching of the hate and violence when she looked in his eyes.

She knew she’d die for him in the spring of 1978. No one had heard a peep out of him for three straight days. He was lost, MIA. She couldn’t eat or sleep. She stared blankly out into Muggle London from their flat until it was her turn to take the watch. Every moment she’d hear the lock click and expect his jovial greeting. When he did return, more broken and bloody than before, she proposed marriage. Thrice defied, till death do us part.

She knew forever in the winter of 1979. Pregnant. They’d stared speechless across the kitchen counter at each other. Something had shifted in the stars that night. There was something much bigger to fight for. She would pick up every broken piece of their world and glue it back together for their child. He would be right there by her side.

She knew their time was running out in the spring of 1980. They weren’t allowed to leave the cottage. Visits from their friends began to get less frequent. They walls seemed to be closing in on them. She’d wake up to an empty spot in the bed beside her, only to find him asleep on the rocking chair in Harry’s room. He was their only lifeline.

She knew heartbreak in the summer of 1981. She heard his screams as she carried Harry up the stairs. Though she had thought she was prepared, it wasn’t for anything like this. He was supposed to be by her side, dammit, just like he always was. She ran with her son in her arms, unsure if she was running to safety or away from the sound of his cold body hitting the floor. She never reached far enough away for either.

They would say it was her love that saved her son. They would whisper of an ancient and scared magic that ran deep and thick as blood. She stood over his crib, arms extended- take me, kill me! And so the boy had lived. The dawn had broken. They birds were singing.

They would seldom speak of James Potter. They would forget how his hazel eyes glinted with mischief, how he would rather die than betray his friends, how he opened the front door that night and stood between death and the only thing he held dear.

But Lily never would. She remembered the sundresses and flowers in her hair; the bloodshed and tears; the way he sighed in his sleep when his hand found hers. As emerald green eliminated the toy broomstick Sirius had sent over in the corner, Lily shut her eyes. James had handed her the last broken piece. She tucked it neatly into place as the breath left her body.

[The Price Of Love]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: NaLu.
Setting: canon – AU. 
Triggers: miscarriage, grief. 
Genre(s): angst, hurt/comfort.
Dedication: @delablossom – I sort of went in a less domestic direction with this. But I hope the angst is still everything you wanted!

Summary: Natsu had always known that the battle with Zeref would cost Fairy Tail a life. And yet, he’d always thought that life would be his. 

Lucy’s scream pierced the sky. Natsu flinched at the wave of magic that rushed past him, like a gravitational pull that nearly struck him to the floor. Catching himself and regaining balance, Natsu spun on his heel and retreated for the end of the guild hall, where he knew Lucy had been waiting for a signal. A second blast of magic came from behind, like splinters of wood exploding against his back. The force sent him sprawling across the floor, where he landed on his side beside Lucy.

She lay panting uneasily on the ground, her complexion pale in the waning sunlight peering in through the shattered ceiling. Zeref’s footsteps were measured in their approach, slow and steady, like a ticking countdown to his death. Soon, there’d be nothing standing between them but a pile of rubble. 

Easing himself up onto his knees, Natsu pulled Lucy off the ground to rest on a nearby beam. And then she retched. 

‘Lucy!’ 

Lucy’s eyes widened. Lurching forward, she let out a second scream, as though an invisible force had just struck her from behind. Anguish screeched in her voice, quietening only when she paused to retch. 

Still, Zeref’s footsteps approached. 

‘Lucy! Talk to me!’

‘Natsu! Lucy!’ Erza. ‘We’ll try to hold him off! You must finish this!’

Would she be saying this, he wondered, if she knew the cost of Zeref’s life? Shaking thoughts of his brother from his mind, Natsu gripped Lucy’s shoulders and held her steady as another wave of nausea made itself known on her face. The clash of magic and steel echoed in the distance, sending shivers up and down Natsu’s spine. 

Zeref was too dangerous. Natsu had intended to fight him alone – that had always been his plan – but Happy had rallied the others against his will. There had to be another way, he’d insisted. Another way to defeat Zeref. But Natsu didn’t have time to find another way. Not anymore. 

When he moved to stand, Lucy snatched his hand into her own. Her eyes searched his for a moment. Pain flashed deep within her, leaving Natsu temporarily immobile. His eyes roamed up and down her body, searching for serious injuries. It wasn’t until Lucy parted her legs that he noticed the trickle of blood seeping out from under her skirt. It pooled at his feet, casting an eerie reflection back at him in the thick surface.

Wendy. He needed to find Wendy. 

Lucy’s eyes filled with tears. ‘Natsu,’ she gasped. ‘There’s something I have to–’

‘Stay still! You’re hurt!’

‘The… The baby.’

Natsu’s breath caught in his throat. The what

‘The baby…’ Lucy heaved for breath, her forehead beaded with sweat. ‘I wanted…I wanted to tell you sooner but…I knew you’d…’

Understanding flashed through him. He remembered thinking he’d lost her to Dimaria. He remembered the grief that took him. Remembered their pause in battle to recuperate.

Remembered the night she’d confessed her love. 

Clapping a hand over his mouth, Natsu felt shock sluice through him, then anger. As the flames of rage subsided, he was left with a dull, hollow grief. His gaze flickered down to the blood at his feet.

‘Natsu…’ she whispered, her body trembling, her eyes filled with unbridled fear. ‘Save our…’

An explosion of magic filled the room, sending Natsu reeling across the ground. A blinding light was loosed into the room. As it cleared, Natsu saw Lucy roll across the ground towards him, her body limp as she collapsed by the entrance to the guild hall. He spotted Gray rushing towards her in the distance, then the familiar black of Zeref’s clothes as he stepped between them. The moment Zeref’s eyes shifted to Lucy, Natsu felt his rage return.

Climbing to his feet, Natsu felt a familiar ache in his stomach. Being human meant nothing if he couldn’t save the person – no, the people – he loved. Being human, being vulnerable, meant he’d failed to be strong. He’d failed to protect her. To protect their child.

Clenching a fist at his side, Natsu felt hatred spill through him, burning him alive. Trembling as tears came unbidden to his eyes, Natsu stepped into the chaos of smoke and magic, let the pain and the force take him, and stepped out of the other side a demon. 

____________________

‘Come here, Fay.’ 

Natsu bent to usher his daughter into the garden. Pink tufts of hair fluttered as she stumbled over the pebbles to lay flowers at the foot of the grave. 

‘Like this?’ she asked, searching his gaze for approval.

Natsu nodded. His mind throbbed with the memories of his battle with Zeref. No one had expected Lucy to unleash such an extortionate amount of power. The One Magic, Zeref had called it. The ultimate form of magic: Love. In the end, though it had been Natsu who struck the final blow, Lucy’s power had been enough to restore his humanity. And though he could no longer use magic, the price of becoming END – it was a price he’d been willing to pay. For her and for his guildmates. Pain tugged at his heart. 

‘Just like that,’ Natsu approved. ‘Good job. They look great.’

Fay grinned. 

‘Sorry I’m late.’

Natsu glanced over his shoulder to find Lucy standing in the distance, her eyes filled with the lingering grief that came with losing their first child. It was a time they would never forget, a time that would haunt them into the future. But, seven years later, they had been blessed with a second chance, a daughter, who came to them just as much of a surprise. Fay spent a lot of time sitting in the garden, talking to her big brother – Fay had insisted their unborn child had been a boy – and leaving flowers at his grave.

Lucy’s hand slipped into his and the two of them watched in silence as their daughter arranged flowers on her brother’s grave. Nysa, they’d decided, would have been the name of their son. He deserved a name, an existence, in the hearts of his family. Natsu knew in his heart that Nysa would have looked like her. 

During the aftermath of the war, Natsu had begged Lucy’s forgiveness. If only he had realised. If only he had known. He would never have marched into a war knowing she might suffer. Knowing that she was pregnant

All he’d thought about was killing Zeref, like a machine programmed with only a singular function. In the end, Natsu had malfunctioned at the cost of his son’s life.

‘Are you blaming yourself again?’ Lucy whispered.

Natsu grimaced. ‘I just…’ 

‘We live for the ones we love,’ Lucy told him. ‘We must carry on for our son. For Igneel. For my mother and father. For Master Makarov. For the people we lost.’

Natsu nodded but frowned. ‘It just doesn’t seem right.’

‘A lot of people died that day.’ Lucy’s hand shifted to her stomach. ‘But we’re here. We have to do our part to make up for the lives that were lost. We have to live to the fullest, so that they can live on in our hearts.’ 

‘I love you,’ he whispered. If only the words could ease his regret. 

Lucy smiled and squeezed his hand. ‘Thank you.’

‘For what?’

‘For letting me know the true power of love.’ 

All I Need (James Potter x Reader)

“Kiss me,” he begged as you hovered your mouth above his. A smirk formed on your lips as you stayed still, his head raising in a weak attempt to press his lips to yours. You shook your head slightly with a breathy laugh, pulling away and watching as he let out a huff.

“You’re not mine to kiss, James,” you stated as you began to walk towards the window in his room. Just as you reached the windowsill, his warm arms tugged you back into his lean body. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his lips felt like a feather as they traced across your skin.

“I’m yours right now,” he whispered lowly. You let out a sigh and leaned back into him, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access to your neck. “Even when I can’t be, I’m always yours.”

“But you’re not always mine,” you protested softly, beginning to push out of his grasp. His arms tightened around your frame, keeping you close to him. “You have a girlfriend, James. She’s the one who is supposed to have you.”

“I don’t love her,” he told you.

“Then why are you with her?”

The million dollar question. The one that haunted him day in and day out. The one that popped into his mind whenever he was with her and found his eyes drifting to where he knew you would be.

James Potter was a selfish boy. He was reminded of that every time he found himself sneaking off to your room. Every time he kissed her and thought of how much better, how much sweeter your lips tasted.

James sat at the table behind you in Charms, his head resting on his arms as he watched you mindlessly doodle on a piece of parchment. He was about to quietly snag your attention when someone sat in the seat beside him. He looked beside him, eyes wide from confusion when he noticed the familiar red hair.

“Sirius switched with me,” she explained. “Mentioned something about talking you out of a bad decision. Any ideas as to what that decision might be, Potter?”

“Nothing, love,” he promised as he felt one of her hands rest on his leg.

“Are we on for tonight?” She asked, looking down at him with a small smile. Her smile quickly disappeared as she noticed his confused expression, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the plans he had made. “Don’t tell me you bloody forgot? We’re supposed to be going to Hogsmeade!”

“It was on the tip of my tongue, love,” he reassured her as he sat up, an arm wrapping around her. His lips pressed against the side of her head, her red hair smelling like flowers in the spring; it was nice, but nothing compared to your hair that smelled like honey. James shouted at himself in his mind for allowing himself to compare Lily, his girlfriend, to you, his secret lover. It was inevitable, of course, as you were on his mind more than she was.

Lily let out a hum as she leaned into his side, her eyes flickering over to where his had drifted to.

“Are you and Y/N alright?” She questioned, knowing that things between you and James had been tense for a bit. She felt sorry for him, afterall, you were his closest friend.

“Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” James stammered out as he tore his eyes away from your back. In that moment he wished he could slide into the empty seat beside you and take you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It was late as you sat in your room, your roommates all out and spending time with their current boyfriends. You didn’t mind being alone, however, opting to turn on a record and work through some homework that was due after the weekend.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice rang out through the room as your door burst open.

“James?” You gasped out as you tried to settle your rapidly beating heart. A hand was pressed against your chest as you watched him stumble into your room, a bottle of firewhiskey pressed to his lips as he fell onto your bed.

“What are you doing over there, love?” He quipped as he finished the bottle, an eyebrow raised curiously as he observed how you stood still by your desk.

“Why are you here, James?“ You questioned as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“To see you, of course,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and glared at him.

“Do you want me to fetch Sirius? Perhaps Remus or Lily?”

“Definitely not Lily,” he began quickly, words slurring as he began to sit up.

“And why not Lily?” You asked curiously.

“I told her I was in love with someone else,” he told you honestly. His eyes were distant as he looked at you, a red blush dusted his face from the liquor.

“James,” you began to scold him with a disappointed sigh. “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” He exclaimed, a hand raising to run through his messy hair. “Tell the girl I’m with that I don’t fancy her? Tell her I’m in love with my best friend?”

“You don’t love me, James.”

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel,” he argued, swaying slightly on the bed. You immediately rushed over, ushering for him to lay back as you removed the bottle from his grip.

“Yeah, well I’m telling you that you’re drunk and confused,” you replied as he watched you with warm eyes.

“Just because I’m tipsy doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” he whispered. One of his hands raised to cup your cheek and he began to pull your face down to meet his. You were about to let him pull you down before your mind began to protest.

“You are far past tipsy, Potter,” you laughed as you pulled away. His hand fell from your face, his bottom lip jutting out to form a pout. “If you remember this in the morning, we’ll talk. No promises that any of this will work out, though.”

“Fine,” James huffed out. “I’ll prove that you’re all I need.”

In Another Life

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: AU
Genre: Mostly fluff/comfort.
Prompt: 5 times Linstead met before Jay joined the unit

A/N: I realize this might not be what you meant with this prompt, but hell, I had fun with it. I hope you enjoy it too!

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Can I request being ivy's student and she's always trying to keep you safe from one of the batboys, please and thank you

This is the fic I was working on during class btw and I think of  older Damian as Arsalan Ghasemi


“Kill him, (Y/N).” Ivy demanded coldly.

Damian had arrogantly stormed into the botanical gardens because of some recent…business that you two have done recently. But coming to her domain was a grave mistake. The fight would be even if he tried in man’s world- full of metal and pollution, Gotham has a scarce amount of vegetation out in the open. However, surrounded by her children, he was no match for her. 

She had grown tired of the caped men attacking her poor plants and she wanted no commanded justice. You, her student, would deal the final blow. Not with a gun or a knife or any other of man’s creations, but with Mother Nature’s hand guiding yours. Raising a nearby bush into the form of a spear, you looked at what you were about to do with tears in your eyes.

In the bush was Damian’s favorite flowers, the ones he always brought to you when you sneaked out to meet him. He’d always put a blue orchid behind your ear and hand you some seeds so you could plant some at the garden and be reminded of him…of your love. He said they reminded him of you in return. While Poison Ivy resembled a scarlet Chrysanthemum, you were the epitome of an Egyptian Blue Orchid, your skin flushed when he said that, he’s always had a way with words.

Damian gave you an unintelligible look-all men die, but if his death was at your hand, it would be the highest honor. You couldn’t the time you two spent getting to know each other and the love you two shared. T-this was your Dami and you were his Flower. You couldn’t- your heart refused. You helped the bush revert to its natural form and it thanked you for not getting blood on its shrubbery.

You looked up at your mentor with exhaustion on your face and tears on your cheeks.

“I-I can’t.” 

Your tears were flowing more freely now. Damian was in a sitting position now, reaching toward you before a wall of flora blocked him from your vision.

Leave, spawn of man. Do not return or you will die.” You mentor hissed at him.

Distantly, you heard his grappling hook and you were left with an enraged Ivy.

“What did I say about man?” It was odd to hear her beautiful voice laced with anger.

“N-not to..” Your voice cracked, raw from the tears that fell. 

“I said not to!” Ivy trailed off as when she saw your head hung in shame at this she let out a small sigh.

Her smooth hand lifted your chin high,”I’m just trying to protect you, dear.”

“If only you knew how hard you make it,” She sat on her knees in front of you. 

“These humans… all they know how to do is trample what Mother Nature has already perfected. You don’t want that to happen to this masterpiece,” She brushed some tears from your face. “Do you?”

In her own way, you supposed, that was kind of a compliment. You weren’t in the mood for them or her; you wanted to ask if Harley would ruin her, but you thought better of it.

“No.” You sniffled, hands resting on your knees.

“I don’t either.” Placing an orchid behind your ear before leaving.

You shook her touch off of her body in anger and the flower fell from your hair. You picked it up gently as if it was the most as precious thing in the world. You caressed its soft, smooth, but strong petals. You imagined your beloved’s face. His tanned skin, how he cared about your mind rather than your body and those hard eyes that shined only for you. That’s what Ivy would never understand.

You pecked the flower as another tear fell down your face.

“He loves me.” You whispered as your sadness poured onto the memory of your beloved.

So this was actually a lot harder to write than I thought it would be. I have two outcomes this could have, and the ending depends on the reader’s interpretation. I did have another alternate ending that I could post I guess if y’all are interested.

Anyway, this was mine and @natmidd ‘s take on Shang falling in love with Mulan before he knew she was a girl, pretty much these two posts right here resulted in this piece. I hope you like it! 

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“When did you realize that you were in love with me?”

She asked that while we ate under the cherry blossom tree in the yard. I sipped at my tea and pondered her question. I couldn’t lie to her.

“I fell in love with Ping first, but you’re Ping so I love you too.”

She dropped her chopsticks, the rice scattered on the blanket. I saw her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. She asked, “What about when you fell in love with Mulan?” Her tone was careful, tentative, like it was she was in enemy territory.

“It was anger first, but then relief at the thought that I could love Ping and Mulan at the same time.”

Mulan turned to look at me, her brows scrunched together like she didn’t know whether to be hurt or upset. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her gaze. I looked down and fiddled with the blossom in my hands. Her eyes tracked my every movement and I lifted my hand to smell the delicate flower. China’s pride and joy, just like she is, my pride and joy. She is to be my wife soon, but will I love her as I love Ping?

“It sounds like you’re only marrying me because you think I’m still Ping.”

And there it was. The anger laced in her voice. The hurt. She turns her body to face me completely, telling me that this outing no longer has the romance that she wanted.

“I don’t think you’re still Ping, Mulan. I know that you’re a woman, I know that you love me, and I know that you lied to save your father. I know that he was only a lie.”

She placed her hands on her hips. She wanted to say something, but I could not turn to look at her because I know she’ll be disappointed in me.

“Shang…”

Her voice was so gentle and she was pleading, just like he did…just like she did when I threatened to throw her out of the camp. My hand clenches and the blossom is crushed. My mind shouts for me to let the mangled flower go. But I can’t. Just like I can’t look her in the eye and tell her that I love Ping, and I love her because how else could I keep him?

“Shang please look at me.”

My neck cramped from tense muscles as I turned my head to face her. Her face was determined, she was so brave, yet so feminine. The way her hair was done up into a bun that so closely resembled his, her face painted to make her skin look paler, her lips redder and plush. She was a beautiful woman and I am touched that she has chosen me as her husband.

“I…I love you Mulan, but you aren’t my first love.” I hear myself finishing my thought out loud, but she needed to hear it and I couldn’t will myself to stop. “I had to learn to love you…”

When I didn’t need to learn to love Ping.

Her tiny hands poke out of large sleeves. She bit her lips and moved closer toward me. I watched as she turned to rest on the bark of the tree with me.

“Do you remember what I said to you in the mountains?”

“When you came back to tell us about the Huns.” My voice was low.

“I told you ‘You said you’d trust Ping. Why is Mulan any different?’”

“You did.”

She grew quiet and for a moment, it was just the sound of the branches in the gentle spring wind shaking more of its blossoms on us and our ruined lunch.

“Was that your way of telling me?”

I didn’t respond. She looked dejected but put her soldier face on. I turned to look at the landscape in front of us, she was looking up at the sky.

“I remember, not long after I became the Hero of China, you were distracted. We were sitting here and you were cleaning your sword.” Her tone sounded far away, and her eyes were wide and unblinking as she lost herself in the memory. I winced as I recalled the same memory.

“I couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to scare the great General Li Shang, so I thought that I might act like a messenger boy. But…when I said your name you turned around with the brightest of smiles on your face…you opened your mouth to say his name but when you saw me there was…almost a look of disappointment…like you missed Ping.”

Whatever I thought to say didn’t matter, because she kept talking. Her eyes grew glassy and her voice was shaky as she spoke.

“That night I still thought about it, the way you looked so overjoyed to see him, and how you reacted as if I delivered the news of his death. I guess, in a way I did kill him. You were…infuriated when you found out I was a woman. After the Huns, I only thought of it as a way for you to save face in front of the troops and your advisor, we got along so well just prior to my reveal and I could see the hints of love in your eyes, in your smile, in your voice. And because I loved you already I forgot….”  

She inhaled and dabbed under her eyes to not ruin her makeup from tears.

“I forgot that I was Ping.”

What could I say to her? She had every right to be upset. She tried so hard to be a good woman, to try and settle down, even after she became an icon to China.

“Mulan, I love you, but I can’t love you like I loved Ping.”

She looked dazed, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red even though she did not cry. She turned to me and looked at me like I was her general again.

“I love you too Shang, and I’m sorry that you fell for my lie. But I don’t want you to love me like Ping. I want you to love me as Mulan.”

“And what if I can’t do that?” I asked, only a breath away from tears myself.

She smiled, there was no tightness to it, no sense of malice or ill intent. She looked at me like I was still the love of her life. I smiled back, but it hurt to do so. She kissed my cheek.

We didn’t say much after.

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader

Prompt: “”Can you do HotchxReader one shot where the reader missed a work day despite having a perfect attendance ever since she was in the FBI and they couldn’t contact her. So Hotch goes to her house and turns out she was really sick and he has to take her to the hospital and fluff and stuff ensues. Sorry that was kinda long.”

Requested: Yes, by anon! 

Word count: 485 (Really short, I know, but I didn’t know what to add…)

(A/N): Okay, so I changed it a bit because ‘really sick’ was sort of vague… I hope you don’t mind, I’ve made her pass out and have an internal bleeding after a fall. Hope this is okay! <3

Originally posted by queeniessgoldstein


Aaron was getting a little bit worried. Y/n wasn’t at the office, and it was the first time in years. 

“Has anyone seen or heard anything from Y/n?” Hotch asked once everyone was inside. 

“No.” Derek started. “She’s probably sick and forgot to call off.” 

“No, that has never happened before.” 

“if you are so worried, you should just check it out. It probably won’t take that long, will it?” JJ suggested. Hotch frowned. 

“No, I can’t we have a case.” 

“Actually, we don’t.” Garcia said. “It’s canceled, sir.” She said. “You should go.”
However Aaron was still rather conflicted, he agreed to quickly stop by. It was lucky he did, because she didn’t open the door. Aaron knew that she hid the key in the flower pot, however, and opened the door. The smell of bread was absent, which worried Aaron, since he knew you loved breakfast. 

“Y/N?” he called through the house. Aaron rushed through the house, but reaching the staircase, he wished he hadn’t come alone. Y/n was laying on the floor, her eyes closed and hair spread around her. He repeated her name, desperate he kneeled down. He pushed two fingers against her neck. He felt a weak heartbeat. He called the ambulance, and prayed they came really soon. 


When the woman woke up, she saw Aaron and The rest of the team. She smiled weakly and whispered a soft hey. 

“Y/n, how do you feel?” Aaron asked. 

“I’m fine, Why am I here, though?”

“You had fallen, I think. You had surgery, you were bleeding. Internally.” 

“Oh.” Y/n said, looking down at her hospital gown. “Well, I still feel fine, so when can I go home?” 

“You need to stay a few days, but you can go pretty soon, according to the doctor.” Derek said. “I think Hotch wants to speak to you.” He grinned. “So, see you tomorrow.” 

And then, the team left. But not without wishing her a good recovery. When everyone was gone, Hotch didn’t move or say anything. 

“Did you want to talk to me?” She asked, she tried to smile, but was really too tired to do so. 

“No, I just want to tell you I was really worried.” He gave her a brief smile. “Now, I will come back later, okay?” He asked. Y/n chuckled. 

“Everyone is gone, you can give me a kiss.” Y/n said with a soft smile. Aaron stopped. 

“You were almost gone, and I wasn’t there when it happened.” 

“How could you know? I mean, I’m not really clumsy, so why would you assume I’ve fallen of the stairs?” She stated. Of course, she was right. “I don’t care what you think, it’s my own fault. Now, come and give me a kiss.” She finished. Aaron looked like ha wanted to say something, but he didn’t and gave her a loving kiss. 

“Like this?” He asked. 

“Like that.” She said.