personally i wish i could express how wonderful it feels to float through the sky!

Before There Was You

** Note: So, I felt inspired to write something for this trope and also as a thanks to my 970+ followers! :) Thank you to all of you and I hope you enjoy this little one shot. 

“When I used to look above,  

All I saw was the sky; 
and every song I would sing, 
I sung not knowing why
All I thought and all I felt,
was only just because
never was it ever you–
until it was all there was” 
- Lang Leav, Before There Was You 

It is early dawn when Sasuke is awoken from his sleep. The sky is still dark, the sun not yet ready to rise. Sasuke’s chest hurts and he feels as if he can’t breathe. He lurches upwards and a terrible cough wracks his entire body. His throat burns and he can taste a subtle hint of copper on his tongue. As the coughs subside, he glances down at his lap and is confused to find a handful of petals scattered on his sheets. 

The are a vivid, vibrant orange–a stark contrast to his clean, white sheets. Intrigued, he picks one up and blinks at the soft velvety feel of the petal. And then drops it as if it burns him. It’s real. 

It’s real. 

Petals scatter as another attack hits him and his body is subjected to a series of violent coughs. He feels as if something is lodged in his throat. The lump steadily rises until it comes out as a perfectly formed orange lily. The flower falls apart in the open palms of his hands. Sasuke stares at the petals in disblief. He’s heard of such a disease before. Itachi had mentioned it to him once.

Hanahaki, his brother had called it. A disease born from one-sided love that causes flowers to grow in the infected’s lungs. Yes, Sasuke understood that much. He just couldn’t understand why. It was impossible. Impossible because he’s sure there is no one to have such feelings for. Impossible because love has nothing to do with becoming a strong ninja like Itachi. Impossible because he would have never allowed himself to fall unknowingly. 

Sasuke decides to ignore it in hopes that, like a cold, it will go away in time. 

It happens again a few weeks later during a mission but this time Sasuke understands. He understands and it fucking terrifies him. 

The realization comes as he and Naruto are training. They’re climbing trees and taunting each other as normal. The taunting, the teasing, the arguing–Sasuke has become attuned to it all. It becomes a sense of familiarity that Sasuke indulges in. In the darkest and most secret parts of himself, Sasuke even admits to enjoying it. Not that he’d ever voice that aloud. 

They’re laying on the ground, panting, dirty, and sweaty. Sasuke’s never felt more content and comfortable. He should feel tired–and he does to some extent–but he’s also never felt more alive. He stares through the gaps of the trees and sees a night sky scattered with billions of shimmering stars and a crescent moon. A moment passes in silence before he decides to speak up, “You ready to head home?”


The enthusiastic reply makes Sasuke’s smile just a little bigger. It’s when Sasuke turns to look at Naruto that the revelation comes to him. It slams into him, punches him in the gut and nearly knocks the air out of his lungs. Naruto is before him, bathed in the silverly light of the moon. Beneath the moonlight, Naruto emanates a gentle glow but its the eyes that draw Sasuke. In the sun, Naruto’s eyes sparkle like the sea but here, now, under the blanket of of billions of stars, Sasuke thinks they reflect galaxies. 

The stars have never looked so beautiful. 

And Sasuke is completely and utterly terrified.

It is later in the night that Sasuke finds himself hunched over a small pond. Petals float upon the clear surface; blue ones to join the orange petals. Sasuke grimaces as he takes in the sight of his reflection in the water. He doesn’t recognize himself. His emotionless mask he spent fifteen years perfecting is long gone and in its place he sees only fear, frustration, and confusion. His body feels heavy suddenly and he wants to tell himself that it’s because of the training session earlier but he knows that isn’t the case.

For the rest of the mission, Sasuke is forced to excuse himself periodically. No one knows what’s causing him to act so strangely and Naruto is even more perplexed as he stares at the trail of orange and blue flowers that seems to follow Sasuke. 

The attacks come regularly now and Sasuke can do nothing but hide and he hates himself for it. He has never been one to be cowardly but he also can’t bring himself to face Naruto. 

Sasuke wasn’t good at dealing with emotions. Never has been. As an Uchiha, he was warned that emotions could be deadly, dangerous, and destructive. And oh, how right those teachings were. He just wished he had been a little more prepared to deal with them. He felt like he was dying, the disease eating him from the inside out. He finds himself frequently coughing up fully formed flowers these days and Sasuke feels like he suffocating. 


Sasuke asks himself this question daily. Why did it have to be Naruto of all people? Why did it have to be anyone at all? He had been so careful, so guarded at all times so as not to fall victim to such frivolous, distracting emotions. He doesn’t understand. Naruto is his opposite. His is loud, brash, bright, and warm. He saw the good in everyone, even ones that hurt him. Sasuke is cold, quiet, and cynical. He isn’t social and he is hardly the friendliest person. 

Sure, that seemed to attract the fangirls that envisioned him as some ‘mysterious emo bad boy’ but Sasuke knew he wasn’t anything like that. He was just…really awkward with talking to people. He didn’t get along with most people and really did not give a shit about most things. But the fangirls had already so long ago constructed an image of him that he couldn’t quite break away from. They believe in what they think he is rather that who he is. But he’s certain that if they got close enough to see who he is at the core, they would no longer be so disillusioned. 

Sakura finds him the next time he has an attack. She finds Sasuke hunched over a trashcan having a coughing fit. She places a careful hand on his shoulder and Sasuke flinches. He’s ready to snap at her but he sees a flicker of understanding in her eyes and reluctantly allows her to lead him to the park. They sit on the bench for a long while in awkward silence, or at least it’s awkward for Sasuke. Sakura seems relaxed though. 

They weren’t particularly close despite being on the same team but Sasuke can at least consider Sakura one of the few people he can tolerate to be around now that she’s grown out of her ‘sappy crush’ phase on him. 

“You should tell him.”

The statement catches Sasuke off guard. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he forces himself to keep his expression neutral. He turns to tell her to butt out, that she doesn’t understand, but he sees in her eyes that she does and he presses his lips shut. Sakura sighs and brushes a strand of pink hair behind her ear, “It isn’t good to keep it bottled up. It gets worse that way.”

Ah, Sasuke understands now. He realizes Sakura understands him in this one aspect because she has suffered the same, “What color were your flowers?” He asks quietly. 

Sakura smiles and she gets this far away look in her eyes and Sasuke wonders what she’s thinking about, “They were yellow cosmos.”

Sasuke frowns. Well, that was unexpected. 

“I thought it was you at first but I realized cosmos don’t match you,” Sakura giggles suddenly, “I guess we both have our dumb blondes to deal with.”

Dumb blondes? Oh, Sasuke realizes who Sakura is referring to. He’s mildly surprised but he supposes it isn’t so farfetched. Love was unpredictable, after all. Sasuke leans back against the bench and looks up at the expansive blue sky and he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe again. He closes his eyes to shut out the blue and reminds himself to breathe, “Mine are orange lilies and blue hydrangeas.”

“I know,” Sakura says softly, “They’re beautiful, Sasuke.”

Yes, Sasuke agrees, they are

It was only a matter of time before that beauty killed him. 

Weeks later, Sasuke finds petals scattered along the sidewalk. They aren’t from himself, he knows that much. The petals are pure white and they carry a sweet but subtle scent. Curious, he decides to follow the trail that soon lead him to a familiar looking swing with an even more familiar looking boy sitting on it. 

The sound of retching reaches Sasuke’s ears and he freezes in his spot. He watches as Naruto’s body shakes and trembles, watches as white petals fall freely from his mouth, only to be carried away by the wind. The entire grassy area around the swing is covered in these delicate white petals, some fluttering and dancing around Naruto in the wind.

Sasuke feels a familiar ache in his chest at the realization that Naruto has found someone to love. And it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. There’s a fluttering sensation within him that’s working its way up is throat and Sasuke makes to run away before he can expose himself. 

The lump, bigger than it usually is, forces its way up his throat and Sasuke can’t stop himself from gagging. His knees buckle as a handful blue petals fall from his mouth, mixing with the white. 


The sound of his name strikes him like lightning and Sasuke finds himself paralyzed. He had been avoiding Naruto for weeks due to his condition. He hadn’t heard Naruto sat his name, hadn’t seen Naruto in what feels like forever. He suddenly feels powerless and vulnerable before Naruto now. And Sasuke is not used to feeling like this.

Then again, he had never felt many things before Naruto. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It isn’t a question and Sasuke knows Naruto isn’t stupid despite how often he gets called that by teaching, peers, and Sasuke himself. Naruto is more perceptive of people than most and more intelligent than others think, more than how Naruto lets on.

“I’ve been busy,” Sasuke manages to say.


What? The spell seems to break and Sasuke stands and spin around to glare at Naruto only to back away when he realizes how close Naruto is to him. He stumbles backwards and clenches his hands into fists, his nails biting into his palms, “How would you know, dead last? You don’t know everything that goes on in my life.”

“Something happened,” Naruto says it like its fact, “I did something or fucked up somehow, right?”

“Don’t be stupid–”

“Don’t,” Naruto grits his teeth, “I-if I’ve done something, tell me. I can take you teasing me. I can take you being angry at me. Hell, I can take you hating me. But I can’t–please don’t pretend like I don’t exist.”


“You’re such a bastard, you know that?” Naruto kneels down to pick up a handful of petals, “This is all your fault.”

“What the hell are you–”

“You couldn’t just remain the frigid bastard with an icicle shoved up his ass. You actually had to turn out to be nice and fun and amazing! I mean, what the hell! I wasn’t supposed to like you. You were supposed to be nothing more than a stuck up princess and–”

Sasuke blinks. Only half listening to Naruto’s rant and half stuck on the ‘like you’ part of his speech. Sasuke finds his body moving on its own as he moves forward and kneels in front of Naruto. He takes Naruto’s hand, causing Naruto to drop the petals, “Wh-what are you–”

“What did you say?”

“Huh?” Naruto frowns, “You were supposed to be a stuck up princess–”

“No, before that.”

“What are you–oh,” Naruto blushes when he realizes what Sasuke meant and Sasuke’s heart starts to beat faster. Naruto bites his lip and looks everywhere except for Sasuke. He isn’t even able to make eye contact.

“Tell me,” Sasuke pleads gently, “please.”

Naruto sighs and locks eyes with Sasuke, a spark of determination in those turbulent blue eyes, “I-I like you. There! I said it! You better not make fun of me, bastard, I swear, I’ll kick your ass and—Oof!”

Naruto isn’t given a chance to finish his threat because he finds himself being pulled into Sasuke’s arms into what seems to be a hug. Only it’s kind of awkward, Naruto’s face is squished against Sasuke’s shoulder and his knees kind of hurt from being on the ground for so long. Sasuke doesn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable position, though. 

Surrounded by dozens of colorful petals, Sasuke feels complete and the lump in his throat goes away. He feels calmer than he did before now. Naruto clears his throat and pulls back slightly, “Um…Sasuke, does this mean you feel the same way?”

Sasuke chukles and simply presses his forehead against Naruto’s. It’s the most intimate Sasuke has ever allowed himself to be with a person but it feels right, “Hn, Usuratonkachi.”

“Wh-what! You jerk–”

“Yeah, I like you, too, idiot.”

Candles and Stars - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Okay so I came up with the idea of Sirius x reader where she’s been very busy w school and they argue cuz they are not spending time together and so it’s her birthday and no one knows except Lily and he feels like super bad and miserable bc all he did was make her cry and I’m sorry I just love sad sirius
Warnings: Idk, not that great? My English?
Gif isn’t mine/ Credits to its original owner.

  It had been a hectic month. You didn’t know how you had managed to survive through that hell of a month. You loved Hogwarts but you hated the amount of homework you had lately. Did they want to kill you? Because if they did, it was working.You missed your boyfriend- you missed his hugs and kisses, you missed your late-night conversations by the fireplace but you didn’t have time and you knew it was driving Sirius mad, no matter how many times you had explained to him how important it was for you. Right now, it was one of those times. Again.
“But baby, you’re always studying” he pouted at you. He was adorable when he gave you the face.
“I know, Siri, I know.Just a bit more” you reasoned. After all, Christmas was less than a month away. You will make it up to him.
“Come on, I haven’t seen you in days” he continued a bit more annoyed. But you are growing tired of this tactic.
“It’s not my fault” you try to remind him. He’s snorted.
“I don’t even know anymore. It feels you’d prefer to date that bloody book over me” he said and stood up from the couch, causing a scene. You were in the common room after all.
“Sirius, what are you talking about?” you asked bewildered. How could he ever think something like that? You valued him and loved him and respected his wishes. Why couldn’t he do the same for you?
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, since you don’t mind not being with each other, we should just end it” he said coldly. You just stood there, gaping. 
“Siri-” you tried to talk to him, to reason him, standing up as well.
“Save it” he cut you off and took a step back. 
You heard your heart breaking into pieces. You blinked a few times, but the tears kept coming, so you left. ‘Happy Birthday to me’ you thought the moment you entered your dorm and fell onto your bed, crying. Great.
“Sweetie, you know he didn’t mean that” Alice said after a while. She had followed you, to make sure you were alright. That was Alice; Kind, caring and too sweet for her own good.
You shook your head. He meant it. He had never been more serious in his life.
“But Alice, he did” you whispered in between your sobs. Alice was about to say something when Lily marched in, fuming.
“That arrogant, insolent, poor excuse of a boyfriend” she cussed out, furious. She was the only person who knew that today was your birthday… You almost smiled when you saw that her face was as red as her hair.
She looked at you, softened her expression and enveloped to you in a bone-crushing hug.
“I’m so sorry, honey. I’m so sorry” she mumbled. You just noticed. You didn’t know this but she may or may not had informed someone else about your birthday.
After a while, the girls had finally convinced you to celebrate your birthday and chill a bit. You had grabbed a bath and changed into a beautiful outfit -it was your day after all and you are about to meet your friends and sneak out to Hogsmeade for a couple of butterbeers. You had to keep your eyes dry since you had done your makeup and you didn’t want to waste your mascara on him.
You walked down the stairs to the common room, ready to find your friends and forget about him, but instead, you found a note, hovering mid-air, in front of your eyes.
“RoR”. It was the only thing written. It was clearly meant for you to find since no one else was there and it was past curfew. You didn’t recognize the handwriting as Lily’s but you shrugged it off and left through the portrait hole. If you had paid attention, you would have been able to hear something-or rather, someone-moving under an invisibility cloak. 

When you reached the seventh floor and turned left, you found the entranced. You knocked but the door opened itself, revealing a sight that left you doubtful.
The room was big and dark but you could make out the blurred outlines of the things inside it. There were floating candles and when you looked up, you saw the night sky in all of its glory. You stepped inside and heard the delicate sound of a flower been crushed underneath you. You quickly glanced down and saw a couple of hundred rose petals lying there on the floor, creating a path to a… bed? 
‘What the heck?’ you thought. What was the meaning of this? Suddenly, the door closed behind you and everything went even darker.
“I’m so sorry, love”. You froze and you felt your eyes widen. You swallowed hard, trying to regain composure. Sirius had done this? You didn’t dare to move but you felt him getting closer, until you actually saw his gray eyes, shining brightly like the star he was named after. You lowered your eyes, not being able to handle it-you didn’t even know what ‘it’ was.
He stood so close to you, his body radiating heat, making you… hot and unable to verbalize your thoughts. He cupped your face with his slender fingers, softly caressing your cheek, while you stood there like a statue.
“I know I hurt you and I will never be able to forgive myself for that. It’s your birthday and all I ever did was make you sad and cause you pain. I should have respected your wishes and the fact that you care about classes, even if I don’t. I am so sorry. So, so sorry” he whispered tenderly. When you finally decided to look into his eyes, you found remorse, pain and love. He may hurt you but you saw he had beaten himself up more than he deserved to. You cracked a small smile towards him, but it didn’t last and he saw it.
“I understand if you want to-to.. you know, end it” he breathed out softly but you heard the silent screams that were pleading you not to give up on him. He had a bad temper and you knew it, but he never truly meant the things he said when he was angry. That, however, didn’t mean that those words didn’t hurt. You took a breath as you slowly placed your hands behind his neck and stepped closer, pecking his lips. Oh, how you missed this. Those plump and wonderful lips that tasted like smoke and sin, ecstasy and sugar. 
“I’ve missed you” you whispered, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you suffocatingly close to him and placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head. Out of the blue, soft music started playing and he took the initiative. He slowly danced you to the end of your worries and problems and being the gentleman he was, his hands stayed on your waist. You found yourself falling for him all over again. He kept mumbling how sorry he was until you kindly, but firmly, asked him to shut up and kiss you. And in that moment, his smile spoke louder than any word could. That genuine smile, the one that only gave to you, swept you off your feet. 
He kissed you lovingly and tenderly and-oh, Merlin, you melted into his touch.
He picked up, one hand on your back, one hand under your legs and carried you to the bed, laying you down as your eyes searched the night sky for the Canis Major Constellation. 
“Happy Birthday, my little star” he whispered, his breath falling hot onto your lips. 

tags: @starsepot

Lady Lazarus

Adrinette Month Day 9: Akumatized

Soooo this got a lot longer than intended and it’s three days late and I’ve missed every other day including the past two days and probably today if I’m being realistic, but here’s my contribution anyways? 



Holding her breath, Marinette watches the shimmering mass of ladybugs cascade over Chat Noir’s body. With a swish, the last trace of the swarm disappears, and with it, the last trace of her hope. Chat is still motionless before her. Her fingers still come away sticky with blood when she presses them futilely against his wound.

Apparently every classic book, movie, and fairy tale was right. No amount of magic can bring back the dead.

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(Deemo -Last Dream-) 【Chapter Translation】 Kina Chiren - 1st Movement (Last Part)

What lies at the end? Happiness, or…

Chapter 2 of 7, Part 6 of 6. (Master Post)

I’m just… going to post this here and go off to cry in a corner.

Next up is the Past chapter. Pretty sure that’s what most of you are looking forward to. I’ll be splitting it into four parts since the chapter is in four parts: one each for Mary, Emma, Alice and Hans. If you don’t know who they are… you’ll find out.

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After the vows had been exchanged, they had all sat down to dinner under a sky painted rose and heather and tangerine by the setting sun, the faintest flecks of stars beginning to peek through. Now that the food has been eaten, the happy couple toasted, the champagne drunk, and the dancing begun, Sherlock finds himself alone at a table, looking around at nothing in particular. John has excused himself to give his regards to the newlyweds, and everyone else has made their way to the patio-turned-dance floor. Sherlock lets his eyes linger for a moment on the guests dancing there and wishes, for the millionth or so time in his life, that he were a different kind of man–perhaps the kind who feels comfortable asking a stranger to dance, or, better yet, asking the one person he really wants to hold in his arms as they spin gracefully around the floor, eyes locked on one another, the world around them melting away. But Sherlock isn’t that kind of man.

The memory of the last time he had wanted to dance at a wedding needles him, and Sherlock has to fight to tamp down the regret and sadness he still feels about that entire situation. Yes, John is back at Baker Street now and Mary is long gone, but part of Sherlock still hates that he hadn’t been more vocal about his desires, that he hadn’t tried harder to stop John from marrying her. He knows it’s selfish–though he tells himself it would have saved both of them a lot of pain and suffering in the long run. The whole thing fills him with self-loathing. He hadn’t been good enough to peg Mary as the liar she really was from the start. He hadn’t been brave enough to tell John how he felt. And in the end he hadn’t been quick enough to prevent Mary from absconding with John’s daughter, both of them disappearing into the night like phantoms. The guilt eats at Sherlock until he pushes himself away from the table and slips into the darkness. He follows the low garden wall to the farthest corner, well outside the warm sphere of light cast by the lanterns surrounding the patio. Sherlock lifts his long legs carefully up and over before taking a seat on the wall, facing out at the surrounding hills looming nearly invisible in the darkness. He could really use a cigarette. Instead he watches the stars emerge as his vision adjusts, and when the slight autumn breeze ruffles his hair, he wishes he had thought to bring his coat.

Soft footsteps behind him. An all-too-familiar cadence. John.

“There you are. I was wondering where you’d got off to.”

“Mmm,” Sherlock hums noncommittally. John stops just behind him, close enough that Sherlock could lean his head back against John’s chest if he wanted to. And he does want to. But he doesn’t move. Since John has come home, they seem to have found their rhythm again, and Sherlock doesn’t want to screw that up. Sometimes though, there are little touches–John’s arm glancing off Sherlock’s as they walk, John’s fingers brushing across his as John hands him a cup of tea, John’s hand gently squeezing Sherlock’s bicep in an occasional gesture of… friendship? understanding? support? Sherlock isn’t sure. He also isn’t sure if they actually happen more often now or if he just notices them more often now that he is more attuned to the effect that John has on him. Either way, he doesn’t think that his head resting on John’s chest would be welcome. It’s too… intimate. And so he restrains the desire that pulses through him with every beat of his heart.

John clambers over the wall, his shorter legs making the movement far less graceful than Sherlock’s had been, and takes a seat next to him. Sherlock can feel the fabric of John’s suit jacket catch ever so slightly on his own where their arms graze against each other. They sit in companionable silence, the strains of a recent pop hit floating gently away from the cottage, past where they’re huddled on the wall, and out into the open night.

John eventually breaks the silence with a quiet sigh. “I never should have gotten married.”

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Moonlight >> V, You (Part 2)

Part 1


Fun wasn’t in your dictionary at all.

All you cared about was studying and school work. How to graduate and do more studies and get PhD early.

And as you were scared to be all alone your whole life, you went into billions of blind dates to find a boyfriend. You were scared that studying would stop you for having a normal love relationship and you found it a chance whenever a relationship worked.

But none lasted for a long time. And they all found you selfish and do nothing in a relationship.

You were like any girl, wanted to find a boyfriend, got married and have family while continuing being successful women in work. But all your boyfriends, no one of them understood that. And accused you of not liking them.

No one really did love you. Or you just never loved them too. You thought love was just a word to express a relationship, you said it a lot but never felt it. The feeling that if you broke with that person your life wouldn’t go on, you never thought so.  

This kind of fun was something new to you.

He told you to have fun and fun for you was to have a break from study to have a drink or a night talk with friends, or cuddling with boyfriend.

But this was new.

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His Hands Were Carved By The Angels

Summary: Katniss Everdeen finds herself desperately searching for presents three days before Christmas. She never expected she’d find exactly what she wanted.

A Christmas one shot and the third installment of 101 Ways To Say I Love You: “No, no, it’s my treat”  

A/N: Rated M for explicit language and sexual innuendo.

With many thanks to my lovely betas @jennagill and @dandelion-sunset and to @myusernamehere for pre-reading.

For @allhailthehutch, who asked for some fluff. Happy (early) birthday, love! And for @lifeloveanddance for the title and inspiration.

@peeta-pit: Tag. You’re it! @yuletideinpanem: thanks for being willing to add this to the collection. 

If you enjoyed this, please stop by and lemme know! And if not… Merry Christmas anyway. ;)


His hands were carved by the angels.

Or something.

I don’t know why the thought occurs to me. Blame it on the Christmas carols manically piping over the loudspeakers, because there’s nothing particularly heavenly about my current situation. In fact, this might actually be Hell. It’s three days before Christmas, and here I am, swimming in a cesspool of humanity, dodging elbows and sloppy, uncovered sneezes, as I stalk through the mall in a futile attempt to locate the perfect present from among the detritus of all the shit that’s left.

Maybe it’s desperation, maybe it’s the fact I’m crammed in my thick winter coat like a sausage in its casing, but I’m covered in sweat and ready to say fuck it all when my eyes lock on a kiosk in the middle of the crowded hallway.

Fine. That’s a lie.

They lock on him. And, specifically, on his hands.

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