also ok ok i will shut up about this but all the references to fathers in that film were killing me??? ‘you know you can’t judge someone based on who their father is’ and the beast’s face when belle saves maurice and she’s like ‘of course i saved him he’s my father’ just fucking stab me
and the whole part with him letting her go because she needs to save her father is so fucking painful in this au because?? fuck that has so much significance for the being. he so strongly regrets everything that happened with frankenstein and how he was too late to ask frankenstein’s forgiveness, so he urges her to go and save her father because he knows the pain of showing up too late and wOW YEAH FUCK ME UP MATE
Chloe - No ! We need to finish this….. ‘breaks out gun’
Max - ‘grabs Chloe’ No Chloe, I don’t think you understand. We’re the only two people who know about Rachel right now, which means that whoever did this has a really good reason to shut us up. We need to report this so the police can secure the body, and gather evidence against the Prescott’s before they hurt anything else
Chloe - ‘starts laughing’ ‘puts gun away’ Yeah you’re right Max, could you imagine what would have happened if you didn’t stop me ? One of us might have died !
Imagine Auditioning To Be A Performer At Oswald’s And Him Falling In Love With You
“And I’ve always lived like this Keeping a comfortable distance And up until now, I have sworn to myself That I’m content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk Well, you are the only exception”
Oswald was enraptured by your voice, your beauty, the kind smile you gave him when you first walked onstage for the audition. He’d barely even looked at the resume you’d turned in.
“Mr. Penguin?” Gilzean nudged him, “What do you think of them?”
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“So? How did I do?” You asked a bit awkwardly after you finished. Your potential boss just stared at you, and you raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Cobblepot?”
“What?” he snapped out of it, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’d lost his composure, “You performed excellently.”
“Does that mean I got the job?” You grinned.
“Of course,” he nodded.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Cobblepot,” you said happily.
“Please,” he said, giving you a shy smile as he approached you, “It’s Oswald.”
It’s because you want it to be him to fix you up. You want him to embrace you so hard it’ll make all your broken pieces snap back together and stay there for a considerable amount of time. You want him to call you in the middle of night, just right before you shut your eyes close, and tell you that it has been you all along. You would kill to see him walking closer to you, closer and closer, carrying in his hands all the love he could give. But it doesn’t work like that. It just doesn’t.
*cups hands around mouth to form a megaphone*
*yells* YOU CAN PREORDER THE EXTENDED EDITION OF THE BATTLE OF FIVE ARMIES NOW!
*somewhere in the distance* *cries and moans* Oh gaawwwd noooo, why?!! WHY!?! Someone please, PLEASE put me out of this misery and kill me right away!! OH GAWD PLEASE I can't, I'm not ready for more tears and sorrow... *lies on the ground*
You were running to the Great Hall as soon as you heard that a Weasley had been killed. You hoped that it wasn’t Fred. You had been dating Fred since your fifth year after you plucked up the courage to talk to him. You were in Ravenclaw house and was a Chaser for their Quidditch team. However, you were quite a shy person but Fred brought out the best of you. That’s partly why you loved him so much. He had stuck by your side through tough times and great times. He made you laugh everyday and he made you feel like you were on the top of the world with his random but kind and thoughtful gestures here and there.
When you entered the Great Hall, you were instantly heartbroken to see people you knew lifeless or really injured from the battle. You started to panic when you caught George’s eye. He shook his head, his eyes were full of tears. When you saw Fred’s lifeless body on the floor, you felt like your heart spiralled into a deep abyss which was shattering the warmth and confidence you felt from within, and the feeling of security was diminished. The pain in your chest was excruciating. It hurt just like a bruise or a deep gash. It hurt to breathe, swallow, chew, look around the room, move your arms and legs. It took all your energy to keep breathing. It was like there was an aura of grey around you. It was a mist that wouldn’t rise. A state of depression that you couldn’t see yourself through. You felt a terrible weight on your shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on you and you couldn’t straighten up or catch your breath entirely. You should have been crying, but you were too numb to even think about crying. There was a giant hole in you heart and you knew nothing would ever be the same. As George let you go, you collapsed down next to Fred and placed your hand on his freezing cold cheek. As you laid your head on his chest, you felt something hard in his trouser pocket against your hip. You raised yourself and pulled out a small black box and a scrunched up piece of paper from his pocket. You gasped as you opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring. You started to cry. Mrs Weasley put her hand on your shoulder, she was thinking what you were thinking.
You then opened up the scrunched up paper and smiled slightly at the sight of Fred’s handwriting. You were surprised to see that it was a letter addressed to yourself. It read: “Y/N, if you’re reading this then I’m not here anymore. If that’s the case, I hoped I died laughing. I’m guessing that you would’ve already found the ring in my pocket in that box. You’re thinking correctly, I was going to propose to you after this battle was over. Seeing as I’m not here, I can’t do it, so I’m sorry. But I guess you would want to know what I would’ve said to you if I survived this? I’ll tell you, because I know that you’re probably needing something to make you smile right now. I was going to say this. Y/N, for the past three years you’ve made me so happy. George could soon tell you about how much I talk about you on a daily basis. When I saw how beautiful you looked at Bill and Fleur’s wedding last year, I remember telling George how I was determined to marry you one day and here I am asking you to be my wife. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh at you when you get your first grey hair even though I’d probably already have more grey hairs than you. I want to have annoying children with you. I want to hear your laugh everyday of my life. I’d be proud to have a wife like you. So please, marry me because, I love you. Y/N, I still mean every word of what I was going to say to you. I hoped that you were going to say yes. You’re the only girl that could ever break my heart. Please don’t lose yourself because you’ve lost me. I want you to continue to be happy. Besides, we’ll be together again, one day. In the meantime, I’ll be watching over you and laughing every time you trip over because you do that a lot. I love you Y/N, I’m sorry the battle got the better of me. P.S: Look after my family. Yours, Fred.” Tears were spilling down your cheeks, but as Fred wanted, you were smiling. You kept the letter close to you and put the ring on your finger. You kissed Fred’s forehead. “I love you too Fred. I miss you.” You whispered before hugging Mrs Weasley whilst thinking about all the happy memories you had with Fred and the amusing things he was probably up to up in the sky.
If you want a one shot, let me know. I’m sorry if I’ve hit you right in the feels.