save our homes

petition for the fourth AOS Star Trek to be about going back in time to save the whales.


moodboard: lightning farron ( final fantasy xiii )

           ‘ when we think there’s no hope left, we keep looking until we find some. maybe                              cocoon is past saving, but it’s our home. and we’ll protect it or die trying! 
                          we live to make the impossible possible! that is our focus! ‘ 


These two boys thought they might try drowning this evening. We took them to Buffalo Creek for a walk and they thought falling into a deep section of it was a good idea, right by an escarpment too steep for them to get themselves out.

So I had to slide down and avoid falling in myself, scraping myself up on the way down, then yank them out one at a time by the scruff, trying not to think about crocodiles. Then when they clambered up the bank I had to pull myself up with reeds. At least my phone didn’t fall out of my pocket into the creek and nobody drowned or got eaten by a crocodile. Thanks boys, we won’t be coming back to this spot in future.


guess who stayed up super late last night to make a matching GIFset from Heatwave’s PoV


Hey everyone. So within the past couple hours I have had some really bad news put onto me. 

     So my mom has informed me that we are in the situation that the bank is super close to foreclosing our home. Both of us were in a pretty bad car accident last year, and has thus hurt us both in the ways of working. She and I both have a hard time working for long periods of time, and with that we haven’t been able to make house payments. Our cable/internet is going to be shut down any day. And if we lose our home, we lose our dogs. Our dogs are everything to us, to me. I’m coming to tumblr in desperation, asking for any help that I could get to possible save our home and our family. I am not looking for handouts though and am opening up commissions: Pay what you want edition. Any little bit helps. Below you will find some examples of what I can do:

    I can do simple icons, chibis, linearts, colored pics, whatever you would like! I do ffxiv art, OCs of any kind, and will try my best to make whatever comes my way! I will not draw mechs (cannot draw them >< ) heavy gore or nsfw or any kind, sorry ;;

    So please, message me if you are interested in commissioning me, or if you simply want to donate, I will link my paypal below. Please, I have nowhere else to really turn, and I am terrified to think of what will be happening in the next few weeks. Any and all help is appreciated, and thank you for listening.

                    Please Commission Me Today


You don’t believe in anything. You gave up on life before you were even born… sat poisoning Cocoon from the inside, waiting for someone to come and destroy you. Sure, you think the end of the world is salvation. All you care about is death’s release. So take it, and leave the rest of us alone. We don’t think like that. When we think there’s no hope left, we keep looking until we find some. Maybe Cocoon is past saving, but it’s our home. And we’ll protect it or die trying! We live to make the impossible possible! That is our Focus!


RIP :( Thank you for saving Hogwarts.Thank you for saving our home.We miss you.Thank you Fred Weasley,Severus Snape,Lavander Brown,Colin Creevey,Remus Lupin,Nimphadora Tonks and to all those whose name was not told.We will never forget you.

Always in our hearts. /*

prediction for TF: TLK

Optimus: * SOME HOW GETS OUT OF QUINTESSA’S TRANCE AT A DRAMATIC PART OF THE MOVIE*Bumblebee, i am truly sorry for the pain i have caused. I will again fight along side you and help to save our home with the humans once more

Bumblebee: :D

Optimus: *Gets shot* MARIAH CAREY SCREAM




The Boy Trapped in Shadow

Based on this imagine over at @imaginexhobbit

Kili x Reader

Warnings: FEELS. Self-esteem issues.

Word count: 1,557

Note: I read this post and then wrote this and I am so sorry.

The child wails, coaxing you none too gently from your sleep.

“I’ll see to him, Y/N,” Kili murmurs as soon as you hoist yourself up from your pillow; he leans over, pressing a kiss to your forehead before rising from the bed with a soft groan. “Don’t worry yourself, I’ve got him.”

Once more, your cheek hits the pillow and, despite trying your hardest while Kili was changing the baby, you lay wide awake as he settles into the chair near the bed, your infant son cooing in his arms.

“Now, we must be quiet,” you hear him whisper. “Yes, we must because your Amad is sleeping. She works so hard for us, you know, and deserves all the peace she can get.”

Keep reading


I’ve been a stay at home mom for a year. Left my jobs because I was a high risk pregnancy. I was at the doctor every week, not exaggerating. It was such a blessing to be home and care for my husband and children. I learned new recipes, enjoyed breastfeeding, taught my daughter new things, developed a stronger relationship with hubby, etc. Now that I’m back to work, we will be able to save quicker for our future home. Most of all, we can begin our family traveling adventures!
This is such a blessing from the Lord!

I’ll Wait For You

Summary: You, Bucky, and Steve were childhood friends until Bucky joins the war efforts.


Warnings: Death, sadness, anggssttt, fluffffff

Word Count: 3403

A/N: So, this is my first marvel one shot. I hope everyone enjoys! I’ve been working on this for a while now and finally finished it! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated!

Originally posted by almie18

     Growing up with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was a trip. Bucky Barnes was the one all the girls wanted while Steve Rogers was the one everyone made fun of. Then there was you. You were the one that had Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers wrapped around your little fingers. You didn’t really mean for that to happen. It just did. However, you had Bucky wound a little tighter than Steve.

    It was the three of you against the world, until WW2 started. Bucky had signed up and Steve was trying, but you both knew he would never get drafted. 

     Bucky had asked you to go for walk through town, seeing as it was one of his last nights home before he got shipped off to who knows where. “Are you scared?” You asked him.

    He looked down at you. “Of course I’m not. Who would mess with me, doll?” He asked, smirking.

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m serious, Buck. What if you get hurt? What if you- if you-” Die. You couldn’t finish. You looked away from him as tears stung your eyes.

    Bucky stopped walking and made you look up at him. “Hey, hey. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright.” He told you. You nodded, but couldn’t help the tears that fell down your face. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t you cry, doll. I’ll be back before you know it.” He whispered.

    “Bucky,” you said, moving away from him. “I love you.” You told him.

    He looked down at you. “I love you too.” He leaned down and you felt his lips touch yours. You had been dreaming of this moment since you were twelve. Bucky broke away from the kiss and looked down at you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispered.

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m glad you did it before you left. I was afraid another man would sweep me off my feet before you did.” You told him.

    He smirked at you. “Well, I better do this.” He said as he got down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth as you shook your head. “Will you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), be my wife?” He asked.

    “Bucky! You can’t be serious!” You exclaimed.

    “Of course I’m serious!” He yelled back, laughing. You smiled as tears came to your eyes. “I have loved for as long as I could remember. I can’t imagine another day without you being mine. I can’t imagine writing to anyone else other than Mrs. (Y/N) Barnes while I’m away. I want to come home to someone waiting for me.” He told you.

    Your tears fell as you smiled. “James Buchanan Barnes, of course I would love to marry you.” You told him.

    He smiled and stood up to kiss you. You laughed as he picked you up and spun you around. “We will get married before I leave.” He said.

    “I can wear my mother’s wedding dress. We can go to the local church. Steve and Mary will go with us.” You started planning. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. “We have to tell Steve!” You exclaimed and started running down the street.

    Bucky laughed and ran after you.


    Your friend Mary tucked a strand piece of your hair behind your ear. “I can’t believe you two are getting married.” She said.

    You smiled and nodded. “Me either.” You told her.

    She smiled brightly at you. “Alright. Are you ready?” She asked. You simply nodded. She took a deep breath. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you at the altar.” She gave you a kiss on the cheek and then walked through the doors into the main part of the church.

    You waited until you heard the church organ start playing. You held your bouquet of white roses in your hands and walked through the doors as they opened. Steve stood next to Bucky at the end of the aisle beside the minister. Mary stood on the opposite side.

    Bucky didn’t turn around and look at you just yet. He knew he had to wait till you got beside him. Your mother’s dress cascaded down your body, the train following behind you. Your arms were covered in the lace sleeves of the dress.

    After what felt like ages, you finally stood beside Bucky. He looked at you and tears came to his eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

    A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked at him in his army uniform. He really was handsome and you really were lucky that he was yours. You smiled and you both looked at the minister. “We are gathered here today-” You tuned out the minister as Bucky grabbed your hand.

    “Do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” The minister asked Bucky.

    Bucky smiled at you. “I do.” He said, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

    “And do you, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” The minister asked you.

    You looked up at Bucky with tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. “I do.” You whispered.

    Bucky let out the breath he was holding and you both laughed. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. James, you may kiss the bride.”

    Bucky turned towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. “I love you.” He whispered as he leaned closer to you.

    “I love you too.” You said breathlessly. Bucky smiled before he slammed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to get as close to him as possible.

    Steve coughed and made you two break apart. “Congratulations.” Steve said, shaking Bucky’s hand.

    You smiled as Bucky wrapped his hand around your waist and held you close. “Smile for the camera!” The photographer that you and Bucky had found yelled. You, Bucky, Steve, and Mary faced the camera and smiled.


    There was a knock on your front door just as you were taking the pie you baked out of the oven. “Be right there!” You yelled as you placed the pie on the counter.

    You put the oven mitts down and went to the front door. You opened the door to see a man in a uniform. “Hello, doll. I’m looking for Mrs. Barnes.” He told you.

    You laughed and threw your arms around him. “Bucky!” You exclaimed. Bucky laughed and spun you around.  “What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t coming back for another couple months.” You said as you walked into the kitchen.

    Bucky followed you and sat down at the kitchen table. “Well, I just came home for a few days before I’m shipped out again. I also had to tell you that you’re now married to a Sergeant.” He said proudly.

    “James! That’s amazing!” You exclaimed and ran over to him. You sat on his lap and gave him a kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” You told him as you kept planting kisses on his lips.


    You laid next to Bucky in your bed. His arm was wrapped around your naked body as the sheets covered both of you. “Bucky, I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re gone.” You whispered.

    Bucky kissed your forehead. “The war will be over soon enough and then I will be home to you. We can start a family when I get back.” He told you.

    You placed kisses on his arm and looked up at him. “What if you don’t come home?” You asked.

    “As long as you’re waiting for me, I’ll always come back to you.” He explained. He leaned down and kissed you ever so gently. “Don’t forget that.” He whispered.

    Tears came to your eyes as you nodded. “I’ll wait for you.”


    “Have you heard from Steve?” You asked Mary as you brought a pot of tea into your living room. She shook her head as she poured herself a cup. “It’s been months since I’ve heard from him. In fact, it’s been months since I heard from Bucky too.” You explained.

    Mary simply laughed. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). He’s saving our country. He’ll be home once we win.” She told you.

    You nodded and started pouring yourself a cup of tea. Suddenly, there was a banging on the front door. “Excuse me.” You said as you set the pot back down. You walked to the front door. You opened the door to reveal a man in a uniform with his back to you. “I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.” You beamed. The man turned around to reveal he wasn’t Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were my husband.” You laughed in embarrassment.

    “M’am, I am very sorry to tell you, but your husband, James Buchanan Barnes was killed in action several weeks ago.” He told you.

    It became very hard to breath. You clutched your chest as tears came to your eyes. “No. No. He can’t be. He was going to come home. We were going to start a family. He can’t be dead.” You said and choked on your tears. “I would have felt something. I would have known he died.”

    The soldier in front of you reached into his coat pocket and handed you a letter. “This was amongst his things and was addressed to you, Mrs. Barnes.” The young man told you.

    You clutched the letter to your chest as your tears fell. “What about Steve Rogers? Do you know where he is?” You asked.

    The man held a solemn face. “Steve Rogers was killed in action several days after your husband.” He explained. You shook your head as you stepped back into the house. “I’m very sorry.” Was all he could say.

    “Thank you.” You said, but I barely came above a whisper. He nodded and started walking away as you closed the door.

    Mary stepped out of the living room and rushed over to you. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, her voice laced with concern.

    “They said he died.” You whispered as your legs buckled beneath you and you slid to the floor. Mary sat down beside you and wrapped her arms around you. You cried on her shoulder for what felt like hours.


    You sat on your front porch with Bucky’s letter in your lap. It’s been two weeks and you’ve yet to open. With a deep breath, you ripped open the letter and began to read it.

    My dearest love,

    I want you to know, that every night I think of you. You’re all I think about. I think about you when I wake up. I think about you when I’m on a mission. I think about you at all hours of the day. I can’t help it. That’s how much I love you.

    Steve had come to our camp several weeks ago. I wasn’t here, however. I had gotten lost on a mission and little Steve Rogers had to come and rescue me. It was a nice change for once. Looks like we don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’s gotten more muscles than I can count.

    They are sending us out tomorrow. It’s only going to be three of us, but I know we will be able to win that battle. I know it, because I have to come home to you. I know you’re waiting for me. I can feel it.

    Remember what I said? As long as you’re waiting for me, I’ll always come back to you. Okay? I promise with all my heart, my love.

    I will love you forever and I will see you soon.

    Signed, James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th Infantry Regiment

    Tears were rushing down your face as you set the letter down. “He’ll come home. He has to. Cause I’m waiting for him.” You told yourself. You leaned back in your chair and waited.


    Over the years, you had become a legend in your neighbourhood. You were the old Mrs. Barnes waiting for her husband who had died in the war everyday.

    Everyday you sat on your porch without fail. You sat there with Bucky’s letter beside you and a glass of lemonade waiting for when he got home. You would be out there at the crack of dawn and would stay there until you couldn’t keep you eyes open.

    The neighbourhood kids would always stop by and talk to you. They loved hearing your’s and Bucky’s story over and over again. It was always their favourite of how he proposed.

    Until, one day you weren’t there. The whole neighbourhood thought the worst, but you had only had a minor stroke and were stuck in a hospital to live out the rest of your days. You had argued and told them that you had to go home and wait for Bucky or else he would never come home.

    All your protests did nothing. Instead, you sat at your window everyday, hoping that your one true love would find you.


    “Who’s that?” Bucky asked Steve as he pointed at a picture Steve had of the three of you.

    Steve couldn’t help but smile at it. “That’s (Y/N).” He said.

    Bucky looked at the beautiful girl in the photo and he could feel his heart flutter. “Who was she?” Bucky asked.

    “She was- is- your wife.” Steve explained.

    Bucky’s head shot up and looked at Steve. “Is she still alive?” Bucky asked with hope in his voice. He didn’t remember you, but he was hoping that if he met anyone from his past, he would slowly start to remember. Steve nodded. “That’s great! Can we go see her?”

    “Buck, she’s not herself. If she saw you, she might have a heart attack. She’s too old for any new surprises.” Steve explained with sadness in his voice.

    “But, I promised her.” Bucky said before he could stop himself. He shook his head as if to clear and looked down at the photo. He remembered you a bit. “I-I told her to wait for me. If she waited, then I would go back to her.” Bucky said. He looked back up at Steve. “I just want to remember her. Please.” He begged.

    Steve sighed. “Alright, but don’t come crying to me if she doesn’t remember you.”


    There was a knock on your door. “Come in!” You sang as you fumbled with the blanket in your lap.

    A nurse’s head poked into the room. “Mrs. Barnes, you have visitors.” She said brightly.

    A smile grew on your face. You haven’t had visitors in years. “Send them in!” You exclaimed. The nurse nodded and rushed out of the room. You fixed your white hair and grabbed your hand mirror. You had several wrinkles on your face, but you looked good for a ninety year old.

    Two handsome men came into your room. Both of them were tall and muscular. One had blond hair while the other had long brown hair. “Mrs. Barnes.” The blond one said and you immediately recognized his voice.

    “Steve Rogers!” You exclaimed. He laughed and nodded. “It’s been too long.” You told him as he bent down to give you a hug. When he broke away you looked at his friend. “And who is this?” You asked.

    The man took a step towards you and reached his hand out to you. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes.” He told you as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.

    “Bucky?” You asked as tears came to your eyes. The man smiled and nodded. “Bucky! I knew you would come home! I’ve been waiting for you. They told me that you had died and you weren’t ever coming home to me, but you never break your promises. I knew you would come back to me.” You told him.

    Bucky pulled up a chair and sat down beside your bed. “Of course I would come back to you, doll.” He said. You laughed and your tears fell.

    Steve took that as his cue and left as quietly as he could. “Was it hard to find me?” You asked and Bucky shook his head. “I would have waited at home with your favourite lemonade, but there mean doctors put me on lock down and told me I can’t be by myself.” You explained.

    Bucky took your hand in his flesh on. “I’ll always find you. No matter where you are. As long as you’re waiting for me, I’ll always come back to you.” He said.

    You smiled and laid down a bit. “Oh Bucky, this is too much excitement for one day. I must get some sleep. When I wake up, you have to tell me all about your trip home.” You told him.

    Bucky shook his head. “You can’t sleep now. I just got back.” He told you, desperation in his voice. Bits and his pieces of his memories were coming back, but he wanted you to tell him stories about the two of you. About who he was.

    “I’m sorry, Bucky.” You whispered. “I think I’m dying. The doctors told me that I don’t have much longer to live. But you know what? I think I would be happy dying. Because right now I’m happy. I got to see my love one more time.” You explained.

    Tears came to Bucky’s eyes. “Promise you’ll wait for me wherever you go?” He asked.

    You looked up at his blue eyes. “I’ll wait for you. I’ll always wait for you.” You said. You slowly closed your eyes. “I love you.” You whispered. You breathing was slowing and Bucky knew you didn’t have much time left.

    “I love you too.” He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead. A smile crept on your face.

    Finally, several agonizing minutes later, you took your last breath. Your chest stopped moving and your hand went slack in Bucky’s.

    “Nurse!” Bucky yelled. The nurse came running in. “She, uh, she just stopped breathing.” He explained.

    The nurse walked over to your body and felt around for a pulse. “We knew this day would come, but we never wanted it to.” She explained. She looked up at Bucky. “She would tell us stories about her and her husband. All the nurses would stop by at least once a day to hear any story about them. She loved telling them. I just wish, she had a better life.” She told him. Tears fell from her eyes as she left the room.

    Steve came in soon after and stood next to Bucky. “They’re going to come in soon and start planning her funeral. We should probably leave.” Steve told him.

    Bucky simply nodded and left the room before Steve could see the tears rush down his face. He would remember you. He would find anyone who could tell him your story. He would listen to your story until he had it memorized. He would remember you if that was the last thing he did.


    Bucky stood in front of your grave. Your name was written on it with your birth year and the year you died. Bucky took a deep breath and placed the white roses on the ground. “I remember you, doll.” He whispered.

    Tears came to his eyes. “I remember the way you used to sing when you baked. The way you always had to sleep on the right side of the bed. How you always asked for my opinion on the clothes you wore even before we were married. I remember how you said yes to my lame proposal. I remember our wedding. You were in your mom’s dress. It looked so beautiful on you. I remember promising you I would come home. And I’m so sorry it took me so long.” He told you.

    His tears fell and he looked up at the sky. “I’m sorry, doll. I’m so sorry. But as long as you’re waiting for me, I’ll come back to you.” He whispered.

   He looked back down at your grave. There were four little words printed at the bottom. “I’ll wait for you.”


Final Fantasy XIII Chapters | 13. Orphan’s Cradle |

“When we think there’s no hope left, we keep looking until we find some. Maybe Cocoon is past saving, but it’s our home. And we’ll protect it or die trying! We live to make the impossible possible! That is our Focus! “

Newt Imagine #134: A Blossoming Romance

*Does not take place in the Glade*

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: Some smut, fluff

Requested: Yup

Y/A- Your Age


You sat by the window in your room adoring the scenery outside your castle when your mother burst through the door with two maids right beside her, “Y/N! I come with news!”

You turn to look at your mother, “what is it?”

“We’ve found you a suitor!” Your mother exclaimed as she rushed to you. “His name is Prince Isaac Newton.” She smiled at you.

You smile frankly, “that’s…wonderful, mother.” You sigh, smile fading as you quietly look back through the window.

“Y/N, darling. Why the long face?” She asked as she grabbed your hands.

“It’s nothing, really.” You ponder.

“Y/N.” She scolded.

“It’s just…” You say looking to her. “Do I really need to get married at the moment? I’m only, Y/A. I don’t think I’m ready just yet, mother.”

“Oh, Y/N.” She softened. “I know you aren’t ready, but it’s what’s best for the kingdom and for the village. Soon your father and I will parish and we’ll need you and Isaac to rule out small kingdom. We’re only doing what’s best for you, love.” She soothed.

“I know. A-and I appreciate it, but can’t we change the rules or something like that? I’m not ready for such a big commitment just yet. I haven’t even found myself, yet a husband!” You say looking deep into your mothers eye.

“I’m afraid not.” She sighed feeling your pain. “Y/N, please give this boy a chance. Maybe you’ll change your mind once you’ve met the young man.”

You look to her again, previously looking out the window. “Okay. If it means saving our home and our people. I’ll do it.” You smile to her.

“Oh thank you!” She exclaimed. “You don’t know how much this means to me and your father!” She hugs you. “I’ll go tell him!” She lets go.

You smile at as she gets up and leaves your room with both maids trailing off behind her.


“A princess?! What do you mean I have to marry a bloody princess? Can’t I marry a sweet, smart, and beautiful village girl? Or whomever I want?!“ Newt shouted at his parents.

“No. It has to be a princess. And we’ve already picked her out. Her family is need of money to help their villagers and we are the closest to them. They need you, Isaac.” His mother said.

“She’s probably some childish young laddie who doesn’t care about anything but nice dresses and pretty shoes.”

“Oh no. She’s quite the smart one, darling. She’s kind and loyal, and really sweet. I hear she goes out to help the villagers every once in a while when she isn’t in her studies.” His mother replied again.

“No. I want to marry for love! Not because I need too. I won’t stand for this.” Newt stormed off.

“Oh yes you will!” His father stood up. “In fact. I want you to meet her.”

“What?” Newt turned around.

His mother looked at her husband and her son.

“I want you to give this princess a chance. She is more than what you think, son. She is a true gem.” The King said.

“Yeah right.” Newt folded his arms, avoiding his father’s eyes.

“Listen here, Newt. I’ll make you a deal.”

Newt was always up for these. “I’m listening…” The young blond Brit said.

“I want you to spend a whole summer with this Princess. If you like her and fall in love with her by the end, she is your wife, but if you do not, then we will see if we can change the rules and let you marry whomever you wish.” The King raised his finger.

“Deal.” Newt said proudly.

Newt always won. He always got his way.


“So we only have three months to get to know each other before we marry?” You asked your mother.

“Yes. That’s what his father said.” She looked at you.

“That seems so little.” You say turning to her. One maid scolding you to turn back around to fix the gown.

“I know, but…at least you’ll have the rest of your life to get to know him.” Your mother tried.

“I guess…” You frown.


Summertime had arrived. So, there you were sitting on your thrown awaiting to be whisked away to a small castle in a forest along with your soon-to-be husband. For three or four months. Alone. You sat anxiously. Fingernails taping against the gold of the seat. While the other hand was in your mouth, teeth almost biting your other fingernails off. What if he wasn’t what you expected. What if he was crazy, and mean, and stupid, just like the boys in your village? What if he was bad?!

You brushed off the negative thoughts, and tried to relax. Then you heard the doors open and some people walk in a small group towards the three seats. You could feel yourself sweating in the damn gown, wanting to rip it right off. You nervously looked at the group of men hiding the Prince. ‘Oh great. He’s one of those Prince’s.’ You thought. The ones to good to be seen by other townsfolk. A jerk basically. Always got what he wanted.

“Presenting to you, Princess Y/N, Prince Isaac Newton.” One man said. Then the small crowd of men opened up to reveal a handsome prince.




Dirty blond, long, fluffy hair that went to the right, chocolate brown eyes that looked back into yours, lips that could make a girl’s panties drop. Definitely a jerk, but a cute jerk.

You snap out of your thoughts and look to your parents. They smile at you and nudge you to get up. So you do. You look back at him and smile softly. You get out of your thrown and walk down the steps. You accidentally slip on the last step and fall forward into his arms.

“Oh gosh.” You blush a little embarrassed. “I’m terribly sorry, Isaac.”

This only made him smile. Then it faded quickly as he helped you up. You looked at him and soon your smile fades too. “It’s okay.” He clears his throat. “Are you ready, M'lady?”

“Yes.” You say slightly unsure.

He smiles again and lends his arm. You smile softly again and take it.

“Look at the way he’s smiling at her. He’s in love.” Your mother whispers to your father.


The ride over to the forest was quiet. Not one word was spoken. You sat there with your hands on your lap as you looked down in thought. Thinking about the book you had previously read, you smile.

“Why are you smiling?” Newt asked rather coldly.

You snap out of it, “oh. Just thought of something silly. I-I was reading this book-”

“I’ve heard enough.” He interrupted you.

“Well that was rude.” You whisper back to yourself.

He gave you the slightest glimpse and for that split second he-

“We’re here.” The coachman said.

You both looked up and out the windows. The place was beautiful.

Isaac got off and offered to help you, but politely declined. “Oh, you don’t have too. I can do this myself. Thank you-”

Isaac then wondered off.

This was already off to a horrible start.

You both walked to the small castle and fixed yourselves to your liking. There was only one bedroom and one bed. Isaac groaned at this and left the room. You on the other hand, liked it. You smile and continue to get everything ready for your stay.

After a day that was supposed to be spent together, you spent it apart. Isaac ventured off into the woods and you decided to read a book instead. It was late when he got home. You were already asleep when he arrived.


He saw Y/N sleeping peacefully. He smiled for a second before being reminded of the deal. He looked at the small lit candle light and blew it off, then went to his side of the bed and gave her a last look before he smiled and went to sleep.

The next morning he woke up to the smell of breakfast. His nose led him to the kitchen where he saw Y/N cooking breakfast. He was in utter shock. He walked up to her and stood beside her, “you can cook?”

She nodded, “of course I can.” She smiled politely. “Everyone in my family can. Even my father.” She giggled.

For the first time, Newt cracked a playful smile.

He watched as the princess cooked the food and set it up in the small dining room. He was really amazed that this princess was more than she appeared to be.

After breakfast, the same thing happened again. Newt ventured off into the forest while the princess stuck her nose in a book. This happened for a couple of weeks. Only small talks and little glances. But surely they were both slowly falling for each other.

The second week they talked a little more. Of course he apologized for his action from the first week and soon became good friends by the third or fourth week. After the month, they were on good terms and became the best of friends. Only two more months and Newt would be a free man again…or was Y/N really the one?

By the second month, Newt was infatuated with her. He liked listening to her read aloud to him. He liked sleeping in the same bed as her. He really really liked her. She too, liked being with Newt. She liked going on adventures with him, learning about what he knew. She grew very fond of Newt as well. She was falling for him too.

It was the beginning of the second to last month, learning their parents wanted for them to stay one more month, and Newt was ready to tell his best friend how he felt. They were in the castle getting ready for bed when Newt brought up the subject. “So…about our marriage…” He started off as he sat on the bed.

“What about it?” She asked as she crawled into bed.

“What do you think about it?” He asked.


“Yeah, honestly.” He smiled.

“Well…” She trailed off looking away.

“Well what, love?” He leaned in, grabbing her chin and turning it towards him.

“I’m not ready.” She looked at him.


“I-I’m not ready to marry just yet. I want to wait.”

Newt got angry at this. He was already ready to give his life to this girl, and she still wasn’t ready? He grew furious. “What do you mean you’re not bloody ready?” His tone changed.

“Newt. We’re young. We should have the freedom to do what we please and when we’re ready to take that step, we will!” She smiled.

He only got angrier. “Are you bloody kidding me right now?” He huffed.

“Excuse me?” She asked as Newt stood up.


“What?” She asked confused.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me! I said leave you stupid girl!”

“I am not a stupid girl!” She stood up.

“Oh shuck off!”

She gasps, “how dare you speak like that in the presence of a lady! Especially your future wife!” She said.

“Ha! You actually think I want to bloody marry you? I was forced too! I made a shucking deal with my father that if I fell for you, you’d be my wife, but if I didn’t, then I could marry anyone else. A-and right now I choose anyone else!” He spat.


You began to tear up. His face fell when he looked up at you. Newt didn’t like to see you cry. “Oh! Y/N. Baby, no. I didn’t-”

You push past him and run down the hall, down the staircase and out the front doors of the castle, running as far away from Newt as possible. Him still on your trail. “Y/N!” He shouted for you.

You could hear him running behind you. That’s when you fell to the ground and began to cry out. You loved Newt. Of course you were excited to marry him, but it’s just things were rushed too soon. You weren’t expecting to marry him until a little later. And you most certain didn’t expect that.

Suddenly Newt came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your and hugged you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He began to tear up himself. “I didn’t mean it, baby. I didn’t.” He turned you around, “Y/N, I love you. I’m deeply in love with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” He confesses.

You only look at him with red eyes, “Do you really mean that? Or were you forced to say that too?” You then look to the ground.

“No, I mean it. I have been drawn to you since we first laid eyes on each other. I was speechless.”

He lifts your chin, “I love you so much, baby girl. A-and I’ll prove it to you.” He said. He picked you up bridal style and walked you two back to the small castle. When you made it to the bedroom, Newt set you down and closed the door and locked it. You scared at first, but something told you to trust him. He turned back to you and kisses you softly.

The kiss deepened as he led you to the bed, a small candle lit beside it. You both fell on the bed giggling into the kiss. Then Newt lifted you further onto the soft feathered pillows and began to rid you of your clothes. Then his.

He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving small red marks on your soft skin. You could feel his manhood against your wet center. Almost like it was teasing entrance. You whimper for him and he happily obliges, warning you of the slight pain, but reassuring you with a kiss that he would take good care of you. And he did.


The next morning you woke up to Newt kissing your shoulder, “good morning, my sweet.” He hummed.

You turn to him, “good morning, Newt.” You giggle.

He kisses your lips, “Are we okay?”

“Better than okay, I would say.” You cup his face.

“Good that.” He smirks. “Because I wanted to ask you something.” He says sitting up.

He turns to his nightstand and pulls out a small box made of wood. You look at it and smile. “Newt, what is that?”

“Y/N, I know you said you wanted to wait because you weren’t ready to marry, but…I am, and I wanted to ask you, and I know we haven’t know each other long enough, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, but…will you please marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a small ring woven out of twigs and leaves. You began to tear up.

“Oh Newt! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” You exclaim.

He smiles and puts the ring on your finger, and kisses you. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers into the kiss.

“I love you too, Newt.”

“And one more thing,” he said as you both pulled away. “I want to write a letter to our parents saying that we will marry when you’re ready too.”

“Newt. May I tell you something?”

“Anything, my love.”

“I’m ready.” You confess to him.

He smiles widely and pulls you in for another kiss.

Some time passed and you and Newt spent more time together as a new and engaged couple. The one month almost up, and someone had been lurking.


Notes: Hey! Guess what?! It’s a two parter! It’ll be up soon!