she spends more money on flower arrangements in her home than i make

My Burden: Part 2 of 2

Apologies for the wait. I hope this makes up for it. It didn’t come out as well as i expected so if it sucks my sincere apologies lol i’d understand. It’s unbetad cos i’m an impatient ass so all mistakes are my fault. anyways, I hope it’s alright. Many many thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, it truly means a lot that you liked it. 


My Burden

SUMMARY: Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.

AO3


“Dark One I summon thee.”


“You know…” the voice startled her, causing her to spin. “You didn’t have to say it aloud.” he informed from the chair he reclined in. “I could feel you calling for me… all the way from the other side of the kingdom.”

Emma took in his relaxed presence. Her heart hammered at his abrupt arrival, unsure of her herself now he was actually there. He smiled at her unease and seemed to relish in her observation of him.

“Why are you here?”

He chuckled at her outburst, slowly rising from his seat.

“You summoned me, love.”

“No. Why are you here? In this kingdom? Why now?” she demanded.

“I thought i’d been clear on our last meeting.” His voice was tender, softer than it had been before. His hand ghosted over her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear, brushing her cheek as he let it drop. “I want to know you, love. I want you to know me.”

His closeness overwhelmed her. She could feel power radiating off him and it made her skin hum.

“I know I’ve been on your mind, Emma.The same way you’ve been on mine.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he came nearer. He’d been right. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her head and she couldn’t grasp why.

“I could feel your warmth, your happiness, your radiance, it sung to me and I’ve been captured by you. You feel it, don’t you? The pull between us.”

His hot breath caressed her cheek as he chuckled to himself. “That fool finally did something right for once in his sorry life. He brought you to me.”

Emma’s eyes flew open and she stepped back, abruptly breaking the trance he held over her.

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Noora Amalie Sætre is a Lesbian - a headcanon

(So like, if you’re looking for compelling evidence just… shoo. Not the place tbh.)

(Better yet, there are all the source elements on Noora’s past, but my mind runs.)

(Thanks to @isakiyakis for being the trigger who shot this lesbian Noora bullet in my ear and I couldn’t be in peace without writing something about it. This thing is really long, really rambly and a lot confused because it’s in narrative form and what is consecutio temporum anyway. I’m sorry. Not really.)

(Also Nooreva found a way into this post. Again, not really sorry.)

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Cold Hearted (Prince AU) Part 2

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Summary: There was surely no way the your father could be serious about marrying this…this stranger from another kingdom! Right?

Word Count:2840 

Warnings:Blood (In later parts), Smut (in later parts)

     You stormed into your father’s study, fists balled and face red with fury,

    “I won’t marry him! I won’t do it!” you roared as you entered the room. Your father rubbed his forehead and sighed, tired.

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proudalluratrash  asked:

27 for drarry??

Yeah, um…I’m not sure how this ended up so long because it definitely wasn’t meant to be. I’m really sorry about that lmao 


“G’morning, love,” Harry said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Draco mumbled around a mouth full of food.

Draco was already sitting at the table eating, and Harry placed a kiss to the top of his head as he walked past him to make his own breakfast.

Draco smiled to himself at the small kiss. He always loved when Harry did things like that, although he would never admit it.

Harry took a seat across from Draco with a few pieces of toast, some fruit, and a cup of coffee.

“I have to work late tonight,” Harry informed Draco.

The small smile that still remained on Draco’s face from Harry’s kiss disappeared at this.

“Oh.” That’s the third time this week.

“Yeah. It was kind of last minute, but what can you do, right?” Harry chuckled. “It’s just a good thing I love my job.”

I wish you loved me that much.

Draco, like always, didn’t voice his thoughts, and just nodded his head.

“Well, I better go. Don’t want to be late,” Harry said, standing up and taking his dishes to the sink.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t want that,” Draco said flatly.

“See you tonight, love,” Harry said and quickly gave Draco a kiss before disapparating.

The kiss didn’t make Draco smile this time.

He sighed and got up to get ready for his own job at the hospital. He liked being a Healer. He was always busy, which meant he was able to keep his mind free of Harry.


Draco had tried to wait up for Harry, but he could only stay awake for so long. By the time Harry got home, Draco was curled up on the couch, bundled up in the blanket he and Harry always used to share, fast asleep.

Harry smiled at Draco’s sleeping figure when he got home. He carefully lifted Draco into his arms and carried him up to their bedroom.

“I’m sorry, love. They needed me to stay longer than expected,” Harry whispered as he laid Draco down in their bed and kissed his forehead.

Draco stirred, but didn’t open his eyes, so Harry just changed out of his robes and climbed into bed with him.

“I love you, Draco,” he muttered as he nodded off to sleep.


Draco woke up the next morning, not surprised to find himself in their bed even though he fell asleep on the couch. It seemed like that was a regular occurrence now. 

He sighed and got out of bed, leaving Harry to sleep. Who knew how late he got home yesterday. Draco was just relieved it was a Saturday and that Harry didn’t have to work. It was probably the first time he’s ever been excited to be bringing Harry to the Manor. At least he’d still get to be with him.

Draco went downstairs and ate breakfast. He finished and then went to go sit in his favorite armchair in the living room. He opened up the book that he and Harry were reading together, but he eventually got sick of having to wait for Harry to continue, so he was now way ahead of where the two of them had left off.

Not much later, Harry came down the stairs and greeted Draco. He grabbed something to eat before going to join Draco in the living room.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Harry asked.

“Didn’t know how late you got in,” Draco muttered, engrossed in his book.

“Hey,” Harry said, standing up and grabbing the book out of Draco’s hands. “I thought we were reading this together?”

Draco just shrugged, reaching up to grab the book back, but Harry pulled it away.

“Seems like you don’t have much time to read anymore, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.”

“Oh…okay,” Harry said, a little stung at the statement, but handed Draco the book back anyway.

“So I told Ron that we’d come round to his place around noon,” Harry told him while taking a bite of toast.

Draco’s head snapped up at this, the book forgotten.

“What?”

“I told Ron-”

“I heard what you said!” Draco shouted, jumping up. “What I want to know is why you would tell the Weasel that when you knew we were going to the Manor today for lunch with Mother and Father!”

“Oh, Draco…I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

Draco snorted.

“Yeah, well, it seems like you’re forgetting about me a lot these days.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what it sounds like, Potter,” Draco said bitterly. “I’m always your last priority! Have fun with the Weasel clan!” He shouted before disapparating on the spot, heading to the Manor, no doubt.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew Draco hated when he worked late, but sometimes it was mandatory. Other times, though, Harry offered. And this, well, there was no excuse. Draco had told him weeks ago that today was the date for their monthly lunch with Lucius and Narcissa. He knew something had been up with Draco lately, but the fact that it was Harry’s fault absolutely killed him. He had to fix this.

He quickly flooed Ron, letting him know that he couldn’t come and why. He then ran to the store to get a bottle of Lucius’s favorite wine, and a bouquet of Narcissa’s favorite flowers. He knew he couldn’t buy Draco anything to fix what he’d done, so he set up something special for him for when they got home. Well, if Draco would even come home with him. He picked out a new book for them to read together, and this time they would read it. He set it on the coffee table and then arranged the couch with Draco’s favorite blanket and several pillows, the way he knew Draco loved it when they cuddled up to read. Then he put out Draco’s favorite treat: fizzing whizbees.

Harry grabbed the things he had bought for Lucius and Narcissa and apparated to the Manor. Harry was let through the gates and approached the house nervously. If Draco had told them what had happened, this visit was sure to be worse than the others. He knocked on the front door and was greeted by Narcissa. That was good sign. She was always at least a little nicer than Lucius.

“Oh! Harry…this is a surprise. Draco said you wouldn’t be able to make it today. He seemed really upset, but said there was nothing to be done about it. I’m sure he’ll appreciate this surprise!”

Well, at least she was in a good mood.

“Uh…yeah. I uh, brought you these,” Harry said awkwardly, handing her the flowers.

“How sweet of you! These are my favorite! Well, come in, then.”

Harry stepped inside and saw Lucius immediately. He groaned internally.

“Potter,” he greeted.

“Hello, Lucius,” Harry said and forced a smile. “I brought this.”

Harry showed him the wine and Lucius eyes it suspiciously, but said nothing.

Thank you, Harry,” she said with a look to her husband at his lack of manners. “You really are too kind. Draco is up in his room. We weren’t expecting you two so early.”

Harry nodded and thanked them before heading up to Draco’s room.

Harry knocked on the door and entered when he heard someone grumble, “come in”.

He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the bed, where Draco was laying and had yet to open his eyes.

Harry sat down on the corner of the bed and brushed the hair out of Draco’s face.

“Draco, I’m so sorry.”

Draco’s eyes snapped open and immediately settled into a glare at the voice.

“I thought you were going over to the Weasel’s.”

Harry really wished he would stop calling Ron and his entire family that, but now was not the time to bring it up.

“I had someone more important to be with,” Harry murmured and moved his hand down so he could run his thumb lightly over Draco’s cheek, something he knew Draco loved.

Draco’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch. His anger had already faded away, but he wasn’t going to let Harry know that just yet. 

But Harry did know, just by the look on Draco’s face. But he’d let Draco play his game.

“Oh really?” Draco said with a poor attempt at malice. It came out softly, like a genuine question.

Harry hummed in response.

“And who would that be?”

“Oh…probably Lucius,” Harry joked.

Draco cracked a small smile and that’s when they both knew it. The game was over and Harry was forgiven. Draco could rarely stay mad at Harry for more than an hour.

“Harry,” Draco started to apologize, but Harry stopped him.

“Draco, no. Don’t you dare apologize because this is my fault only. I haven’t been spending enough time with you. You know sometimes it’s mandatory that I work late, so I can’t do anything about that, but I’m going to stop staying late when it’s optional. We don’t need the money, we’re pretty well off together. And I won’t forget about any more of these fun lunches with your parents. And I’m going to make sure we have time to read together. Merlin, Draco, when you said you’re my last priority…that killed me. That is so far from the truth, you have no idea. You mean the bloody world to me. And I’m so sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t my top priority. I love you so much.”

Harry leaned down and pressed a soft but loving kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco melted into him.


Lunch with the Malfoys was surprisingly not that bad, but both Harry and Draco just wanted to get home. And when they did, Draco took in the scenery.

“Harry…”

“I picked out a new book for us. We could start it tonight, if you’d like?”

Draco nodded enthusiastically.

They got situated on the couch, Harry up against the arm rest with Draco between his legs, leaning back against his chest, and covered themselves with the blanket. Draco popped a Fizzing Whizbee into his mouth and hummed contentedly as he listened to Harry read out loud.

They stayed there all night. They finished the book and summoned another. They only got a few pages into the second one, though, when Harry realized Draco had fallen asleep. He smiled and put the book down before getting into a more comfortable position for both of them to sleep. Harry kissed the top of Draco’s head, because even though Draco wouldn’t admit it, Harry knew he loved it. And he saw a small smile grace Draco’s face when he looked down at him. That was the perfect sight that Harry was able to asleep to.

Corina

TITLE Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8


AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS: Teen

After their shower together, Loki walked Corina to an extended area of the garden beyond what she could view from the kitchen window and stopped. Lying before them, was an area of newly upturned soil that stretched for half the width of the house.

“What will grow here?” She asked.

“Whatever your heart desires.” She stared up at him and he smiled. “I know you enjoy gardening and it’s yours to do with as you wish.” He pointed to a pale blue shed that resembled a tiny house. “Any supplies you need, you’ll find in there.”

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Poppies [A DR2 Komahina AU Fic]

I got the idea from an unusual AU fic ideas post. That’s all I will say. Enjoy!


Poppies

Tinglinglinglingling!

“Welcome to Jabberwock Flowers.

Hajime looked around the small flower shop. He’d passed by it on his walk to work several times, but never set foot in it until today. Behind the counter was an unhealthily pale young man around his age. His sickly white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was smiling at him.

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some charlotte and cordelia hc’s

because i love them so much!!!

-Cordelia is a tea queen. she loves tea so much and has an entire cabinet full of different types. her faves are the floral ones and she has a collection of cute mugs she’s gotten from thrift stores

-whenever cordelia is away (whether visiting family or smthing else) charlotte uses her perfume instead of her own. when cordelia finally finds out she asks why and charlotte responds with “it smells like you”

-CHARLOTTE LOVES FLOWERS. she takes flower arranging classes and has gotten really good at it. she buys like three different bouquets of flowers and arranges them for cordelia. she also tends to put flowers in her own hair and whizzer takes cute candids of it. 

-whenever charlotte cant save a patient at work and comes home at four in the morning without sleeping in over twenty-four hours cordelia is always there. at the sound of their garage opening she wakes up and meets charlotte in the living room, seeing her tear-stained cheeks and immediately knowing what happened. she hugs her and rubs her back for a few minutes until they make their way back to the bedroom where they cuddle. cordelia makes sure to stay awake no matter how tired she is until charlotte is asleep.

-cordelia’s dream is to open her own bakery one day and serve jewish-exclusive treats and for her birthday charlotte surprises her with a cute jar with decorations on it titled ‘bakery funds’ where cordelia can save up her money until she has enough to open a bakery

-after cordelia gets really good at cooking and baking jason asks her to make his classes treats n stuff bc “one time i brought your home-made rice crispie treats and the kids in my school loved them!” so cordelia spends hours making cookies and cupcakes and other snacks that could feed a nation. jason returns with no leftovers bc everyone ate all of it. 

-charlotte loves romcoms/chickflics. while cordelia likes ninja movies and godzilla she’s more than happy to watch 13 going on 30 with her girlfriend even though they’ve both seen it more times than they can count (she finds it cute how charlotte mouths the words)

-cordelia knows lots of self-defense strategies 

-charlotte is more of a coffee drinker but still usually sticks to water since coffee is used only for late nights at the hospital

that’s all i can think of rn but i may add more later 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lavellan has a secret admirer, cassandra loves it and solas gets a bit jealous after some time, after the propositions gets more ernest

I have a weakness for courtship fic okay

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The first present is a small thing, a potted plant for her desk, but it makes her smile – it reminds me of home, she says when Cassandra asks, but Solas spies the gleam in her eye before she slips a note into the sleeve of her shirt, and declares with surprising sincerity that she doesn’t know who sent it.

The second gift isn’t much bigger, but noticeably more expensive: an ivory comb that sits perfectly in the dip of her palm, decorated with pearls. It makes her eyes go round with wonder – Cassandra’s even rounder, but a sputtered excuse is quick to follow now, that it’s too fine a thing for the kind of life she lives; too fine to wear between wading through festering mires and closing rifts. But at their next banquet she turns her head, and he sees the pearls nestled in the mass of her hair, above her slender neck, spattered with freckles.

He’s never seen her wear her hair up.

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It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday and I have a new short for y’all! I wrote for this prompt for a Wedding-related AU:

Of late, I’ve noticed that the sample bouquets that the florist sends to me for the weddings at my venue have been getting more and more elaborate. It’s great, the couples interested in renting the venue adore them and I’m able to send the florist lots of business, which makes me happy cause, well…it just makes me happy, okay? But really, I know how much these flowers cost, and it can’t be worth it for the florist to keep spending this much on samples…

Title: Trefoil and Hyacinth

Rating: General/Teen, I dunno, there are a few swear words and some making out.

No warnings on this story. This is the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. At least, it’s about as fluffy as I can ever conceive of writing. And it’s short enough that I can actually post it as a Tumblr fic and not have it be ridic!

Word Count: 4,900

Read it now on AO3 or FF.net.

“Wow, these are gorgeous,” exclaimed the petite woman. Dean covertly glanced down at his cheat sheet to remind himself of her name: Tamara. She waved her fiancée over. “Look, Isaac, this is exactly what I was thinking, elegant without being ostentatious. Isn’t this bouquet beautiful?”

“They’re very nice,” Isaac agreed. Dean smiled. “Are those lilacs?” Too often he had to grit his teeth because the husbands-to-be were condescending or disinterested, but Isaac’s response was genuine. Working as the proprietor of the Campbell Historic Home in Lawrence hadn’t been his original life plan but Dean liked it a surprising amount, whether he was hosting weddings or working with organizations holding events, parties, or fundraisers at the house. When the couples getting married were obviously in love, the job was especially pleasant.

“Yes,” Tamara inhaled and smiled happily, “and roses and ranunculus and calla lilies…”

“The flowers in the lobby were provided by the Bee’s Bonnet, located at 231 Massachusetts Street in downtown Lawrence,” Dean supplied, eager to cross-promote the florist. “I can provide you with their card, if you’d like.”

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Incarcerus: Eternitatem

Surprise special extra bit/epilogue because @aloha-4-ever requested it. As I’ve said, I would love to revisit this universe in one-shots, so here you go. This is probably as far into the future as I’ll take them, but there may be other fics/explorations from the past. In the meantime, enjoy!


It was the night that they finished work on their house that they decided to get married. It happened rather by accident. Not that they hadn’t thought about it. They had been living the past few years in a blissful cloud of happiness and home improvement, affording Emma the priceless opportunity to see a formidable Old One up to his elbows in paint samples for the master bedroom, swearing and jumping six feet straight up when the fancy new showerhead in the bathroom switched on when he wasn’t expecting it, and mowing the lawn (at eleven PM, doubtless to the delight of their neighbors) so fast that they barely had time to dial the homeowners’ association to complain. She’d almost wondered, or feared, if Killian would get bored with it, the everyday (or rather, night) mundanities of being with her, after how long he had lived and what he must have done and seen – and while Boston was a fun and historical city with plenty of places for him to feel at home, it wasn’t London, where he had lived for so many centuries. What if it wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t enough?

Such fears, however, had been slowly and thoroughly dispelled over the course of the rebuild – not just the house, but them, both together and individually. Now that Emma was immortal again, they never had to worry about running out of time, and so they had taken it slow. Killian had done his best to adapt to a semi-daylight schedule for her sake, though with Henry and the wider supernatural society of Boston to consider, it was just as much Emma returning to her old nocturnal habits. Henry himself had to keep human hours insofar as his job went, though he slept almost the entire weekend straight through to make up for having to be out in the sun all week. That meant Saturday and Sunday were days that Emma and Killian had to themselves – whether to go out for a hand-in-hand stroll along the waterfront, or along the Freedom Trail (Killian loudly scoffing at various historical inaccuracies, but falling in instant love upon first sight of the USS Constitution in Navy Yard) or to try out one of the several new Teeth restaurants in the city. Other times they went to human ones, though this wasn’t as much fun since Killian could only drink water (and in one amusing episode, their waiter had brought them a basket of garlic bread as an appetizer, causing him to flee the table in a fit of sneezing). They hadn’t quite dared going to Ruby’s diner in Dorchester, even though Ruby and Mulan had both met Killian and liked him. The rough-and-tough biker wolf types who frequented the place, upon getting any whiff of Killian’s identity and past, would probably disagree.

Thus, it was one of those nights – Saturday, in fact, early summer, long and lazy, where they were curled up on the back porch together, too tired to go out after finally finishing the last bit of remodeling, packing up, vacuuming, and dusting to make the house complete. Emma was drowsing happily against Killian’s shoulder, listening to the crickets, until she finally said, “So what are we going to do next, now that we’re finally done? Take up the auto body business? Make an immortal bucket list? Get married?”

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Regal Pt. 2

Originally posted by jjks

I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night~ 

summary:  a princess should not fall in love with a soldier, but she has no say in the matter when fate makes its own decisions.

words: 2185

a/n: part two is here! I haven’t really edited this a lot, so if there’s any mistakes, just let me know! Hope you enjoy~

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In the following weeks, you found that Min Yoongi was good at more than just tactical training, but avoiding people as well.

Or, more specifically, you.

It seemed the only time you could catch even a fleeting glimpse of the mysterious man was when he trained with Jeongguk out in the courtyard, sun beating down on his equally bright locks and yet his skin still appeared untouched by the rays. You would never admit to purposely walking through the breezeway when you knew he was there, but the annoyed glances he threw towards you and Rose had you keeping your distance.

Regardless of whether you were an actual distraction, it was fascinating to watch him work. He was never dressed with any special care for his sessions with the prince, but he still commanded the boy’s attention with quiet strength. You noticed that Jeongguk began to greatly look forward to his sessions and focused with rapt enthusiasm. It was all he could talk about during dinner was Yoongi and how much he was learning.

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“The Christmas Shift.” Zootopia drabble

“THE CHRISTMAS SHIFT”

It was Christmas Eve in Zootopia. The most beautiful holiday in the year and Judy’s favorite. She loved everything about it, especially the fresh snow in Tundra Town, complete with snow angels, snowballs in the thousands, and a few frozen tongues frozen onto poles here and there. The sweet peppermint iced coffee in Sahara Square and the beautiful Christmas lights and fireworks was also a favorite of hers. She even liked all of the arrangements of Christmas flowers in the Rainforest District, with plants ranging from hydrangea to mistletoe. She loved the smell of pine in everyone’s home and the scent to stuffing which made her stomach growl. Yet the one thing she loved most of all was being with family and friends around the dinner table. Except she would have to miss it this year.

She sat alone in her office, being the only animal who took the Christmas shift. When her chief asked for volunteers, she was the first to raise her paw. She knew she had to be the only one to take it because being with family was important during the holidays. No matter how difficult it was, she knew that most of her fellow officers had kids to get home to.

She didn’t mind sitting in her dimmed office, waiting for the phone to ring and ready to take any emergency that was thrown her way. She knew it was better her than anyone else. She would only feel guilty if a father was sitting in her place.

She flinched when she felt her personal phone vibrate in her pocket. She swiftly took it out and her ears went down in dread upon seeing the name flash on screen.

Mom.

Taking a deep breath, she answered.

“Hey mom!” She greeted, trying to sound as happy as possible.

“Judy! When are you coming over to eat dinner?”

“Actually…listen Mom, I-I know you wanted me there but…”

“But? What’s wrong? Is this about Nick?…I’m sure your father won’t mind if you bring him along…” Judy slowly frowned and scratched the back of her neck, listening to her speak.

“I can whip something up for him! It’s kinda late-”

“I know, I know it’s late but something came up and…I’m working.” She held her breath, hearing her mother’s frantic pleas.

“Oh Judy no! C-can’t you come for a couple of hours? Why on earth are you working? Please, just come over Judy!”

“Aw Mom, I’m sorry but it’s just this once…but I’ll see you on New Years! I promise!” She smiled only for it to melt away.

“O-oh…alright sweetheart…yes, New Years. That would be wonderful. Don’t be a stranger, dear. I love you.”

“…I love you too, Mom. Okay. Bye.”

Her forehead hit the desk as she cast aside her phone. She could only imagine her mom being terribly disappointed throughout the evening. She wouldn’t even be there to open and exchange gifts. She jerked in her seat when she heard her phone vibrate again. She flipped the phone around to see the name flash on screen and groaned.

“Oh Nick-” she whispered sadly. She clutched the phone, forcing her thumb to press down to answer him. Cringing, she put the phone up to her ear.

“Hey whiskers, ready to go to Sahara Square?” He asked with an excited tone. Her paw slid down her face. She and Nick had planned to go see the light show. “I got the tickets just like we planned, and they’re giving out free peppermint coffee! I managed to grab four for the both of us! The polar bear giving them away won’t let me go back to the stand through for taking more than two…” She winced before she responded.

“That’s great Nick, but I-!”

“I even got your present!” He sang in a lighthearted tone. “Can you guess what it is?”

“No?”

“Do you want me to give you a hint?”

“No Nick, listen, I need to tell you that-!”

“That you got me my present? I already know what it is; it’s a new phone case, isn’t it?” She practically heard him grin. Her eyes widened and her paw quickly opened her desk drawer to find his gift still wrapped, or so it seemed. To the naked eye it would have looked as if it was untouched, but she saw that a piece of tape was pulled back.

“Nick! Did you open your present?!” She asked.

“Yes. I couldn’t help it! I think it’s great! I’ll even act surprised when you give it to me if it would make you feel better.”

She rubbed her temple. She would have to get mad at him later, because she could only imagine the same outcome of what happened with her mother repeating itself with Nick. “I can’t go out tonight.”

He paused. “Is this because I opened the present? I was joking! I didn’t look I swear! I-it was a guess!” He exclaimed while lying through his teeth.

“No. It isn’t that.” For a moment Judy only heard silence, making her clutch at her chest as she continued. “I took the Christmas shift, and I know that we planned on spending time together but I couldn’t go. I wanted to, but it was either me or some other animal who has their family waiting for them!”

She waited for a response but only got silence. She blinked in confusion and nibbled on her lower lip. “Nick?…I’m sorry.”

She continued to hear nothing and glanced at her phone, only to find that he had hung up on her. She frowned. How could he do such a thing? She angrily pushed herself away from her desk, tossing the phone against the couch in her office with a loud cry. She fell over on the couch, face planting on the cushions while her muffled screams filled the room.

“That stupid fox…” she muttered bitterly. Her eyes glossed over from the words she said. Did she really have the right to be angry at him? He had gone through so much trouble to get them tickets for the show. There also was all that planning and overtime he took to save enough money to get the gift he was going to give her. He had sounded so excited to give it to her too. She sighed heavily. She really had no right to be angry at him, but he had every right to be angry at her. She closed her eyes; if anyone called for help the rings would wake her.

Her ears twitched when she heard the distinct sound of some animal tip-toeing, the slight creaks of the wooden floor made her lift her head up immediately.

“Aw! I wanted to surprise you! Guess I can’t do anything with ears like yours, right, Whiskers?”

It took her eyes some time to adjust to the dark, but there was no denying that it was Nick standing in front of her. She rubbed her eyes when she faced him.

“N-Nick? Wha-What are you doing here?” She asked softly, sitting up fully. “I…I thought you were mad at me.”

His head tilted to the right. “Mad?” he scoffed. “Why?”

“Because I took the Christmas shift. You hung up on me.”

“Whoops, sorry…My phone died right after you told me you took the shift, so I came over.” He walked over to her desk, switching on the lamp to brighten up the room. Once the light filled the room, she noticed Nick holding out a styrofoam cup. Her nose twitched at the sweet smell of peppermint and chocolate mixed into the hot drink. She took it into her paws, staring down at it.

“Thank you Nick.” She smiled, only for her grin to turn into a soft scowl. “I’m sorry I ruined our night together.” A harsh flick hit her in the forehead, making her let out a yelp as her paw went to her head. All the while she glared at Nick, who gave her an innocent grin while he pulled back his own paw.

“Ruined it? Ha, that’s a laugh. It wouldn’t be much fun if I went by myself, so I pawned the tickets off to some other couple to buy…this!” He held up a DVD case titled “The Christmas Story”. Judy gasped. That was her favorite christmas movie. “I figured we can go get one of the small TVs and the DVD player to watch it here, at least until some animal calls.”

Judy’s eyes began to gloss over. “I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

Nick scratched at his cheek. “Yeah, well, you know I would do anything for you.” He coughed, a small blush appearing as he looked off to the side. Judy wiped a small tear from her eye. “So before we watch the movie, let me give you your present.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, wrapped in shimmering gold wrapping paper and a small red bow on top. Judy’s ears perked up.

“What is it?” She immediately took it from his paw.

“Open it.”

She cocked a brow at him. “It’s not going to be another one of your pranks, is it? It won’t be a lump of coal?”

“Nah.” He waved the idea off. “I already gave one to Clawhauser as a secret Santa prank.”

“Nick!”

He motioned his fingers towards the gift, pointing at it impatiently. “Come on! Come on!” He said. “Open it already!

Judy giggled and ripped open the beautiful wrapping paper. Underneath it was a white box with a lid. She gingerly lifted it up and she felt her breath catch when she saw what was inside. She gently put the box on her lap and pulled out a silver charm bracelet that was decorated with blue stars. Each charm was a different color and a different shape. She saw an orange carrot, a silver shaped fox head, a red heart, a bronze roll of film, and a golden police badge. She immediately put it on her right wrist. It was a perfect fit.

“Thank you Nick!” She smiled widely. “I love it!! Now let me give you your present!”

“Don’t bother, I opened it when you were asleep…” He lifted up his phone, and Judy smiled at seeing that he had slipped on his new phone case, which happened to be a fox. “I thought it was funny.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“And guess what else I bought?” he smirked.

“What?” She blinked when he put his paw over her head. It took a moment for her to realize what it was that he held. “Mistletoe?”

“Great, right?” He winked at her, not expecting her to kiss him right away. But she pressed her lips against his in a small peck before pulling away.

“It is.” 

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Edited by @obsessivegeekgirl13

update: its edited! ^_^

Malec Hunger Game AU Part 2

The second part of the Malec Hunger Games AU from a while back. In this part Alec deals with his life as a Victor and finally meets his mysterious sponsor, Magnus Bane. 

Quote:

“You’ve got the entire day to rest. Use it well. Your Crowning Ceremony is tonight.”

Alec nodded is head, before turning away to look at the flowers resting on his bedside table. A card was resting among the roses.

Congratulations, Victor.

~ Magnus Bane

“My sponsor.” Alec said aloud, earning another look from Amatis. “Who is he?” Amatis paused.

“A very powerful or rich man to have been able to send you four sponsor gifts.” She answered. “You’ll probably meet him soon. For now, just rest.”

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Castiel doesn’t understand Valentines Day- well, he understands the mechanics but not the fact that so many people buy into a holiday sensationalized for profit and built on incorrect lore. He’s really perfectly fine not celebrating.

Truthfully though, he doesn’t even think he could anyway because he hasn’t been able to find Sam all day which is strange considering their connection. He could usually hone in on the hunter with very little effort. But today? Sam is making it clear that he doesn’t want to be found as Castiel is always one step behind him.

First, he winds up at a bakery he grew very fond of during his stay. Castiel has come to love sweet food, particularly pastries with cream centers and these very delicate leaf cookies that come in pink and green and despite everything tasting like molecules, he doesn’t mind indulging in something as light as baked goods. Especially when he shares them with Sam.

He pushes the thought away as he observes the man behind the counter who says, in response to Castiel asking after Sam, that he hasn’t seen anyone come in here that looked the way Castiel described.

“But if I had…? I think I’d try the flower shop across town.”

Castiel squints, doubtful over the man’s suggestion. How would he know where to find Sam when his own efforts proved useless? Still, it’s better than nothing. He walks out of the bright pink and black shop- walks because he’s not allowed to blip in and out at the drop of a hat at Sam’s insistence. To make matters worse? Because Sam is in this town, he’s going from place to place knowing that Castiel has to walk, the angel is sure of it. He finds it slightly irritating to think he’s been reduced to such human modes of transportation.

He wants to flutter in behind Sam, but it’s useless. The other’s signature is so damn skewed and Castiel is beginning to worry over what that could mean yet he continues on, marches over snowy slushy sidewalks and windows decorated red, pink, cupid’s bow, hearts, and ribbons cascading down store fronts. He shoves his hands inside his pockets feeling a slight chill creep through his body that had nothing to do with the winter or the snow or wind biting his cheeks and nose red. Why would Sam run from him? Today was a day of celebrating love, not to act suspiciously, and although Castiel didn’t really enjoy what Valentines Day was, he still liked the sentiment behind it.

He had a lot to tell Sam, even wrote a poem about his soul, so he wanted to get his boyfriend as quickly as humanly- Castiel almost rolls his eyes- possible.

The flower shop is homely with a red brick store front turned white from street salt and slush gray beneath one big square window. In an elegant scrawl, he reads the words, “The Rose Garden”. However, he doesn’t see Sam. Yet something draws him in. Perhaps it’s the way the florist looks up and smiled at him as though she knows him while arranging a beautiful bouquet of pink roses, yellow gladiolus, blue water lilies, white lavender gloxinias, and white drooping hosta flowers. She’s older, gray starting to weave through her hair, but her brown eyes are lively, playful even. She looks Castiel over.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for someone. He’s-”

“Never heard of him.”

Castiel frowns as she ties a blue silk ribbon around the flowers with such a practiced delicacy that he can’t help but forget his mission for a few seconds.

“But if I did-”

“Would he be in another place that I am currently not in?” Castiel supplies in monotone that makes her crack a broad grin.

“Yes, sir.”

“And I’m assuming you know where I should go next?”

“I believe there was mention of a park.” As Castiel turns on heel, she calls out to him with the bouquet outstretched. “Here. These are yours.”

He senses no danger from her or the flowers, yet he doesn’t approach, just simply observes the offered bouquet in befuddlement.

“I didn’t order any flowers nor do I have the money to-”

“They’re already paid for. And they are definitely yours.”

Castiel hesitantly steps forward, measures his pace until the bouquet is in his hand, waxy stems shifting in his palm. It’s heavy, this arrangement, but beautiful and it smells even better than it looks with dots of pink, white, purple, blue-yellow blending perfect. Sam’s an artist, Castiel will give him that.

On his way to the park, after receiving many envious stares from women and noting the guilty looks from the men they traveled with, he can’t help but notice how there's still no Sam, just a vendor selling hot beverages to a couple. Upon approaching, Castiel sees red hearts everywhere, baby cupids that make him raise a questioning brow, and the vendor inside his cabin-esque place of work shoots him a knowing look.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

“I don’t have any-” but before he finishes, the man is handing him something warm and smelling faintly of chai. Castiel sighs.

“The guy you’re looking for isn’t here.”

“I figured that once I realized he wasn’t here.”

The vendor, a younger man with a red and pink apron on, laughs slightly as he rummages around off to the side.

“You’re in for a long day. Or so I’ve heard.”

“Where do I go next?”

“Straight shooter, huh? All right then.”

Castiel spends the next two hours at a mall in a department store where tries to find the one person who can tell him where to go next. It’s slightly awkward, Castiel now realizes those moments happen and more specifically around him constantly, because he stares intently at a few of the employees who whisper and avoid him, he tries to talk to a few about where to go next (earns him a few very concerned, confused looks), but finally he ends up in the lingerie department where the woman there tells him to head to the bookshop across down.

He spends thirty minutes walking back the way he came, flowers clutched in hand against his chest. The cold is bitter, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to get to Sam no matter what. When he enters the bookstore, the place is well lit and the person stocking one of the shelves to his left hands him something bound in leather. He tells him his next clue is on the last page so Castiel flips to it where it tells him to check his pants pocket and although Castiel is confused beyond reason he does so.

Out comes a folded note. He glances around in alarm. How is Sam doing this? Magic? Spells? Did he come up behind Castiel and slip it into his pocket without him noticing? Once he stops his searching, he sees the employee smiling and shaking his head. Castiel regards him with furrowed brow then opens the note which reads: Remember that crafts place we passed by on our way into town?

And nothing else. 

Castiel sighs, doesn’t even bother to stick around because the place is uptown, uphill, and 45 minutes by foot if Castiel’s calculations are correct (they are). He’s winded slightly as he opens a door with green flaking paint and the worlds “Maggies Crafts” written in faded white letters on worn glass plate. 

His face is flushed red, flowers still in hand, and book weighing in his pocket. He’s gifted a small wing pendant made from blue, light green, and brown boulder opal on a silver chain. The elderly man running the place situates the necklace around his neck; Castiel doesn’t move, isn’t even surprised that this stranger is doing this for him; he runs a hand down his face.

“You’re a lucky guy, you know that?”

“I just want to find him.”

“Mm. Well, you might have some luck at that little inn-”

Castiel groaned. They both know what inn he’s talking about. And where it is. It’s the only one this town has. And it’s across town. Again.

By the time Castiel gets there, flowers held secure to his chest, book tucked in his pocket, he’s sick of Valentines and walking and pink and red and cupid and snow and people and being touched; all he wants is Sam, all he wants is to read to him, and tell him what he’s been dying to tell him since they started their relationship. It’s an apology of sorts for…everything, it seems. He woke up this morning feeling fairly ridden with guilt though at this point, he’s not sure if he’s more annoyed at having to move around so much when Sam could have just given him these things or if he’s impressed that Sam managed something this elaborate.

It’s dark out. Twilight shades the sky with watercolor peach and indigo sinking beneath a mountainous horizon. The inn is a stone place, very cozy, not unlike the flower shop yet much bigger, but here there’s dead ivy between the different colored stone, a welcome mat, a red front door with perennial flowers surrounding, soft lighting on the inside that ignite oak flooring and white walls. Cars are parked in front and…

He nearly smacks his forehead. He could have driven. This revelation makes him breathe heavily once he’s inside and the woman with brown slicked back hair behind the check in desk looks up. He nearly rolls his eyes at her smile as she tells him that the person he’s looking for is waiting for him down the hallway to the right, all the way down, and to the left.

“You can’t miss it.”

Except Castiel almost does. 

He’s in his mind worrying, frustrated with all these gifts, body aching just to be close to Sam and ask him how in the world he managed to slip something into his pocket without his noticing. 

What makes him turn around are the lights spilling out of an alcove in the hallway. It’s an open room with many dark wood tables, a few couples here and there, talking, laughing, whispering to each other. He smells coffee, warm and thick, sugar and cinnamon sweetening the cold air in his body. Waiters bus from table to table in their black and white attire, pouring drinks into crystal glasses. Then in the back he notices something that makes his heart nearly stop.

It’s Sam, sitting alone under a dozen twinkling lights entwined through a lattice next to a wall to ceiling window. He’s dressed, too, in a suit without a tie. His focus is on something outside the window, Castiel can see his reflection and he can see himself. So does Sam. The moment he does, Castiel strides forward, the weight of his gifts suddenly burning in his pockets, his hand, on his chest, he feels desperate for answers but his resolve weakens as he gets a few feet away.

Sam smiles, warm and dimpled. His hair looks feathered somehow, soft with the perfect amount of flyaways. He glances Castiel up and down as motions to the seat across from him. Castiel’s frustration is briefly replaced with relief. Sam doesn’t seem like he’s been altered in any way even though he’s radiating with something Castiel can’t quite pin. 

He loses his ability to process the environment when Sam stands up looking dashing in his suit, graceful as he closes the space between them with even strides, and pulls Castiel into his arms. He kisses him quick, even though Castiel wants way more than that for all the walking Sam made him do.

“What took you, Cas?”

“I… I walked. Everywhere. And I was almost thrown out of the mall.”

Sam purses his lips and hangs his head.

“You walked, huh?”

“Not for my health, Sam,” Castiel says in a short tone, but it makes Sam laugh in a quiet burst that he tempers immediately because Castiel isn’t amused. In fact, he wants clarification about this whole day, this whole night, and he sits, flower on the table between them, as he considers his first question: How did you do this without my knowing? How come I couldn’t find you? Do you know how much I dislike walking now? Do you know how many strange people touched me today? How did you get that note into my pocket? Where did you even get the money for any of this?

However.

The only word that slips out in a quiet tone is,

“Why?”

“It’s Valentines Day?”

“No, I mean why…” Castiel looks off trying to find the words like he’ll read them on the curve of some woman’s back or the in the rafters above them instead of in his head. “Why… me?”

And Sam regards him with a softer smile, a sheepish glance to the table and the flowers and the book Castiel threw on there too. He leans forward, elbows anchoring him as he points down to each flower,

“Pink roses mean admiration and gratitude. I admire you. And I’m grateful. For everything, Cas. Water lilies are pleasure and peace.” He traces his fingertip over one blue petal. Castiel has never felt jealous of a plant before. Sam touches the white of the Hosta bloom, “This one means devotion.” He doesn’t look at Castiel even though the angel is staring at him with something akin to budding realization. “The gladiolus means strength of character. You always find a way to… to be yourself. Make your own choices.” Finally, he touches the lavender-white gloxinia affectionately, “Gloxinia… that was hard to find. It means love at first sight.”

Castiel isn’t sure how to respond because his mind can’t process the feeling unraveling in his body. He feels weightless and nauseas and full of jittery things that haven’t stopped moving since the moment he met Sam. He feels like he has nothing in his body, not air, not blood or bone, nerves, not his grace. It’s all swept away and he feels very human suddenly. Vulnerable. He wants to say something that doesn’t sound completely stupid or naive.

“And what did the Chai Latte mean?”

Sam laughs gently, bottom lip bitten as he leans back,

“I knew you liked it. Put you in a better mood, didn’t it?”

For a while it had though Castiel doesn’t want to admit that something as simple as a drink made him think better about running all over creation. He shifts in his chair, winces slightly as it squeaks, and tries to clear his throat.

“Perhaps. What about the wing pendent?”

“It’s made from boulder opal. It means clarity of mind. Calm and centered. Revealing inner truths. It’s a reminder. For you. You’ll always have wings to me…” he says calmly, “And that book is something I had for a while. I started using it when we first… got together,” he finishes quietly. The hair behind his ears falls out and Castiel wants to reach over to put it back, needs to put something back because he keeps taking all of Sam’s kindness and warmth and compassion. He doesn’t reach of course, instead finding it easier to feel embarrassed for not understanding the whole point of this whole excursion. “Did you read it?”

He looks up to find Sam’s gaze hopeful on his. Castiel’s brow scrunches,

“You wrote in it?”

Sam nods shy as Castiel opens his book to the first page where the first words are: I love him. His eyes are wide. The apologies inside him are silenced for the first time in a very long time. 

“Sam, you…”

“You asked why and I answered.”

Something wet slides down Castiel’s face, something warm and quick and he recognizes that they’re tears. He tries to wipe them away, tries to keep himself composed, but he can’t seem to find the will to even pretend that Sam’s words and his affections aren’t piercing to parts of him he never thought angels possessed. It’s burning in his body, shivering like wings that break through storm clouds to let the sun in.

“Sam…”

The other man moves his chair silently so he’s sitting next to Castiel and dabbing his face with the end of his sleeve.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, Cas.”

“I…,” he exhales and shakes his head, “I don’t know how to…”

“You don’t need to say anything if you can’t. Just let me talk and then if you want to, the floor is all yours.” Sam cups Castiel’s face to press their lips together briefly, then their foreheads. “I didn’t think that I could. That I could be this happy, again, Cas. You came into my life, we’ve had our ups and downs, but you… saved me-”

“Sam-”

His words are stolen with a kiss that’s deep enough to steal the air out of Castiel’s lungs. He loses his voice when they slowly part and Sam breathes warm into his mouth.

“Saved me,” Sam reaffirms, “Gave me choices. Treated me like I could. Like I could do anything and be all right. You had faith when no one did and I. I love you for everything that you’ve done, everything that you are, your want to be independent, your will to keep going, how clever you are, how you dive into something without thinking,” Sam laughs short and breathy as his tone slips lower, “There isn’t a thing that I don’t love about you.”

Castiel feels Sam withdraw as a song starts playing quietly over the dining area. “I love you” is pressed into the corners of his mouth, the word “angel” situated lovingly between his lips. He usually doesn’t like that particular word for it’s convoluted meanings about cherubs and pinkish babies and white robed guardians protecting everything precious in the world when the reality was so much worse.

But it’s brilliant on Sam’s tongue, like a crown of yellow sparks fading into something clear and blue-black. He can hear the brokenness of it, the imperfection, the adoring manner that imbues Castiel with the feeling that he’s somehow clean to Sam. Forgiven. He never realized how guilty he felt even after Sam showed him how to figure out if he liked certain television shows, how to get comfortable on their couch, how to adjust to social situations, allowed him to read books with him on uneventful nights, let Castiel figure out what he liked and why even when that something was Sam. These were not things Castiel thought himself allowed to have, yet there Sam was helping him along, showing him it’s all right, allowing him in, allowing him to be his own person.

These things were all right. They are all right. And it’s all right that he’s accepting Sam’s hand so they can dance. It’s fine when the words, ’Earth Angel, Earth Angel, will you be mine?’ float around them and Castiel is looking into Sam’s eyes and his composure breaks, brow crumpled as he stands on tip toe to kiss Sam somewhere between the lyrics ’hope’ and ’pray’ to plant ’yes’ on his lips. 

For the rest of the song, Castiel keeps his head buried in Sam’s chest; Sam ignores the tears soaking through his shirt. He kisses the top of Castiel’s head, rests his cheek against it, and Castiel clings tighter, never more safe or more whole as they sway lightly. The last few notes hang unhurried in the air, sliding into Castiel’s grace, as Sam whispers in his ear,

“I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”