Early mornings in
your small village of Villeneuve were something of a dream. The soft lavender
skies were yawning off the dawn and blossoming into day, a thin, swirling mist
drifted above the rooftops and over the distant hills, setting the entire
scenery in a hazy, enchanted state. The smell of fresh bread being baked and
the aroma of the floral shops wound through the cool air like an intoxicating perfume.
breeze on your face and the fresh, dewy air was enough to make you beam despite
the morning hours. You closed the front door carefully behind you, not wanting
to wake your sleeping family and slipped down the steps and through the small
gardens that flourished in front of the house.
The clicking of
your boots on the cobblestone was a solitary noise. One of the few other sounds
present were the quiet songs of the rising birds, and the creaking of the
wooden blacksmith’s sign that hung suspended over his door. It was so simple
and quiet and serene that it was easy to imagine that the town was merely
frozen in time rather than emerging from the night hours.
Any time now,
you thought to yourself as you took up your usual vantage near the square. Sure
enough, it wasn’t more than a minute before the first cheery “bonjour!”
rang through the air.
You squealed a
bit as a pair of arms were thrown around your shoulders from behind, and a
familiar voice near your ear said, “Guess who?” You laughed and
responded jokingly, “Hmm. Prince Charming.” The person gave a light,
musical giggle and untangled herself from you to say, “Sorry, no such
luck. Guess you’ll have to make due with me for now.” You rolled your eyes
and turned to face her. “Oh, how dreadful.”
widely and embraced you properly. When she pulled back you glimpsed an
unfamiliar binding peaking out of the folds of her dress. “New book?”
You asked eagerly, linking your arm through hers. Belle’s eyes lit up and she
nodded, pulling the novel out of her pocket and holding it out to you as you
began to wade through the steadily filling streets. “I found it in the
cellar last night,” she explained as you gazed at the worn brown cover
lovingly. “The Count of Monte Cristo,” you read.
The pair of you
paused to purchase a few items from Monsieur Jean, then resumed your walk.
“I haven’t read it yet,” Belle said, dodging a group of laughing
children as they danced past. “But from what I saw when I glanced through
it, it seems exciting. Adventure and revenge and romance…”
the perfect package.”
I thought. But I’m not finished with Romeo and Juliet yet, so you can
read it first.”
You squeezed her
arm and grinned broadly. “Thanks.”
the crowded rows of vendors every morning was uncomfortable when your family
had first moved to Villeneuve. You and Belle had taken instantly to one
another, despite the fact that she was considered by the townspeople to be a
“funny girl”. It wasn’t long before you became guilty by association
and earned yourself the same title. You were the only bookworms in town, the only
people who ever thought of leaving for a different life, the only people who
were able to disappear into their imaginations to escape the mundane.
However at this point, you were both used to it. You learned to ignore the
staring eyes and disapproving glances.
After making a
few more stops and greeting several of the shopkeepers good morning, you and
Belle had managed to make a full circle around the square. You were just about
to join Belle for a late breakfast when you were stopped by a loud, deep voice
calling your name from across the street.
closing your eyes and groaning, “Oh no.” Belle snickered, her eyes
fixed on the man who’d called to you. “Well,” she said hastily.
“I’ll be at the house. Good luck, (Y/N)!”
Belle gave you a smart smile, then dashed from your side and
made her way quickly down the street towards her home.
lot,” you muttered, shaking your head at your best friend as she
disappeared from view. Steeling yourself, you slowly turned to face the man
swaggering towards you, his red coat nearly blinding you in the bright
Gaston,” you greeted politely.
Gaston flashed a
dashing white smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling slightly as he took your
hand and placed a kiss to the skin. “Good morning, Mademoiselle,” he
returned, his voice simultaneously rough and silky.
Really, Gaston, have we not know each other long enough for you to remember my
name?” You teased lightly, beginning to walk slowly towards Belle’s.
“On the contrary, (Y/N), yours is a name I could never forget,”
Gaston assured you, following instantly. You resisted the temptation to roll
Gaston was easily
the most popular figure in the village, as well as the handsomest. The only
problem was that he knew it, and rarely did he try to conceal that fact. When
he walked by, women would melt like snow on a summer day, and men would stare
after him in envy. A former war captain, Gaston was most certainly an
impressive sight. His chest was broad and strong, his skin tanned, his arms and
legs thick with lean muscle, and his hair was dark and shiny. His face could’ve been carved from enchanted
stone, his jaw and cheekbones sharp enough to cut, dusted with dark stubble. His lips were nearly always
smirking, and his eyes were a smoldering brown. Ever the romantic, the man
could make a horse swoon without lifting a finger. There was no denying that he
was truly something.
flattering me, Gaston,” you replied, brushing your fingers along the iron fence
that ran the length of the street. “It’s too early for that.”
“Well, in that
case perhaps I should drop by later this evening.”
inwardly, realizing that you’d practically walked right into that one. You
halted abruptly, causing Gaston - who had been trailing particularly close - to
bump into you. You turned to him with a slightly annoyed expression, to which
he merely smiled apologetically. You pursed your lips, trying to find a kind
way to refuse his offer. In the end all that came out was “Um…not this
The shaky and
terribly unconvincing way in which you’d spoken made even you cringe. Unlike
Belle, you didn’t despise Gaston, and sometimes even enjoyed his company.
However his constant attempts at wooing were a bit off-putting at times, and
soon they began to blend together into one big blur of flowers and romantic
gestures. It was because of this that you declined his invitation, yet the last
thing that you wished to be was rude or insensitive…or in this case, awkward.
There was a
falter in Gaston’s smile as he asked, “You have other engagements?” You bit
your lip debating whether lie and tell him that you had plans, or to tell the
truth and admit that you simply weren’t in the mood for company. You wound up
hesitating too long, causing an ungraceful “Yes” to tumble through your lips.
around quickly so that Gaston couldn’t see you scrunch your face in
frustration. You were usually able to handle these situations with relative
ease, but for some reason, today was different.
Gaston continued to follow you as you set off once again towards Belle’s,
clearly seeing straight through your terrible lies. This time when he spoke,
his voice was suave, but earnest.
“Oh, (Y/N), how long must you keep this up?” he said, practically
walking on top of you, his chest to your shoulder, somehow managing not to trip
either of you. “It’s been three months and talking to you is practically like
trying to hold a conversation with a brick wall.”
You gave a short, breathy laugh and countered, “It’s been four years,
Gaston. Ever since we met I couldn’t go five steps without either you or LeFou hanging
over my shoulder. Surely even you can see how that might get a bit old after a
Gaston didn’t reply immediately. In fact, he stopped where he was, and
you had made it to the gate of Belle’s house by the time he pursued you again. You
slipped through the iron fence and closed it just as Gaston arrived, planting
his hands on either side of where yours rested on the gate. “Very well then,
perhaps my attempts have been a bit excessive over the years –”
“- but answer me one thing, (Y/N) …if not me then who?”
You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Gaston’s
expression was imploring and sympathetic. Whether or not it was sincere, you couldn’t
tell. You swallowed, unable to respond.
“What about after your father and mother die?” Gaston went on, slowly
sliding his hands to cover yours. “And it’s just you and the responsibilities that
you won’t be able to fulfill without a husband at your side. You know what
happens to spinsters in this town once they’re left on their own…” He leaned
forward over the fence. “…they wind up on the streets, begging for food and
spare coins from complete strangers until the day that they die sad, lonely
Your heartbeat was accelerating. If you had the will, you would’ve
informed Gaston that coming upon a single stranger in Villeneuve was immensely rare,
and that you obviously wouldn’t be alone, thanks to your friendship with Belle.
But the words simply wouldn’t leave your throat.
By this point, you and Gaston were practically touching noses. Your
cheeks were now the color of his crimson coat, and your gaze was trapped in his
intense brown eyes like flies trapped in honey.
“I wouldn’t be able to live knowing such a fate had befallen you,” he
You swallowed thickly. “Are you implying that I’ll never find another
man besides you?” you practically squeaked. Gaston smiled sympathetically. “Of
course not. Only that time won’t wait for you.”
“So you think I simply haven’t met the right man?”
“Because it’s a small village, Gaston. I’ve met them all. So, I suppose that means that
my future husband won’t be a resident of these parts.”
With that, you gathered enough willpower to pull your wrists from his
grasp and back away towards the front door. Gaston gave what sounded like an
indignant sigh. “Well, maybe you just need to take another look around!” he said, easily
swinging himself over the fence and following you to the steps.
You turned back around once you reached the top, seeing Gaston perched
beneath you, one leg mounted on the second step, staring up at you. You raised your eyebrows.
“Another look around?”
“Preferably in your general direction, I suppose.”
A dazzling smirk slid across his lips.
You laughed out loud, turning your back and grasping the knob of the
door. Before you could open it however, Gaston tread up the steps two at a
time, throwing one hand against the door to prevent you from escaping him,
leaving you trapped between the pane and his body.
“Gaston!” you practically whined. He looked pleased with himself, but
stealthily masked it. “Please, (Y/N),” he said quickly, giving you a desperate
smile. “Just one more chance. That’s all I’m asking of you. And if in the end
your feelings are unchanged, then I will relent to your wishes and leave you
You were surprised to see his eyes suddenly soften, and for the moment, his
entire demeanor changed. The cockiness faded to nonexistence, and sincerity
bloomed in its place, so raw and real that you felt butterflies going haywire
in your stomach. Your chest was brushing his, the difference in your heights
was laughable, yet somehow he seemed so, so, close…
In one swift move, you managed to remove his arm from the door, yank it
open, and slide inside. But before closing it, you hastily informed, “It wouldn’t
be completely pointless for you to look for me at the tavern tonight.”
Then before the heat in your face became too evident, you closed the
door and practically collapsed against it, your heart pounding and an extremely
stupid grin on your lips. It certainly didn’t help when you heard Gaston’s deep,
husky laughter ringing just on the other side of the wood.
Belle peered quizzically at you from the kitchen for a few seconds, then
she frowned as she asked, “What on earth happened to you?”
A/n- this popped into my head, hope you’re all having a lovely valentines day
-You at first trying to hide your ‘slight obsession’ from Newt because you thought that he might find it strange like those you had previously been in a relationship with
- You being entirely wrong, as your love for books only made Newt fall faster and deeper in love with you
-The two of you having simple yet serene dates at libraries, coffee shops, and in the park under shady trees as the sun warms your faces, enjoying one another’s company while holding hands and discussing your current read
-When the two of you move in together, half of the boxes are just filled with both of your books.
-Books can often be found everywhere in your flat, from resting on their shelves to laying strewn about the counter or even in stacks around the house
-building blanket forts and cuddling on winter days
-Newt holding you closely and comfortably when you begin to sob about the death of a beloved character, as he understands the type of attachment you hold towards them
-Getting so excited about a new book that you’re jumping around and rambling, and he finds this absolutely adorable
-There’s just something about the way your eyes light up about a character or scene between the lines of the tattooed pages that tugs at his heart, wrapping it in a warm and gentle grasp of affection
-Reading stories to the creatures
-At first it’s just a few, but as you begin to do it more frequently, more begin to curl up around you as you elaborate on far off lands filled with adventure and romance and suspense
-the scents of brewing coffee and tea intertwine with that of fresh scented candles in your home daily
-Helping Newt with his own book, and of course giving him encouragement and cuddles when needed
-You asking for Newt’s help when you can’t reach for your favorite book on the highest shelf because he’s so much taller than you are.
-Newt smiling to himself whenever he finds you after you’ve fallen asleep on the couch near the fireplace. Your hair is splayed while a book rests on your chest, rising and falling with each breath, and your innocent state is beautiful to him.
-He would then scoop you up, after bookmarking your book of course, as you sleepily whisper between kisses
-Newt would also become needy for attention when you spend hours on end busy reading, when all he wants to do is cuddle you.
-“Newt, I’m at a really good part, I promise I’ll come back down in a bit.”
-“Y/n….you’ve been saying that for the past hour…”
-Newt giving up, and just taking you in his arms then and there, nuzzling his head into your hair with his arms firmly around your waist
-You poking fun at how cuddly he was acting and at how he was jealous that the book was getting all of your attention instead of him, even though he denies it.
-him taking you to bookstores frequently because he loves how you turn into a giddy little child in a candy store at the sight of everything
-Newt peppering you with kisses as he passes you a mug of coffee/tea/cocoa knowing that it will help you conquer the day since you stayed up all night reading again
-He loves you for exactly who you are, and he thinks your passion and excitement are not only beautiful, but unique, and he wouldn’t want you to change who you are for anyone
Request by @andhiseyesweregreen:Congrats on 4000 babe!! My number is 13 and my sentence is “We push
and pull like a magnet do.” 💗💗
Word Count: 1045
A/N: I changed the sentence a little just so I
could work it in easier. I love Ed Sheeran, but the grammar in that sentence
just doesn’t for anything other than a lyric. Also, Shape of You has a
completely opposite feeling from Adrenaline, so this was super interesting to
figure out :) And for this one I put it in season 11/12ish, but I’m still in denial
that Ellen and Jo are really gone, so it’s kind of an AU because they’re
definitely not dead! (The Roadhouse never burned down, Ash still sleeps on the
pool tables, and hunters still stop by there all the time dammit!)
A/N.2: I just found out that this song features Trevor McNevan, who is the lead singer of Thousand Foot Krutch who is, like, one of my favorite bands? WHAT? How did I now know this? Two of my favorite bands have a song together and I’ve listened to it countless times, but I couldn’t figure it out? WHAT??
Ever since you met Sam Winchester, your life seemed to shift
and it was like you couldn’t quite breathe right. The edges of each moment
never quite aligned, and nothing you did seemed to get the pieces to lock into
You managed to escape from your family’s unglorified business
of hunting monsters and killing the things that go bump in the night to study
law at Stanford. Well, pre-law. You never quite made it into law school. Your
brother ruined those plans when he got himself bitten by a vampire and your dad
dragged you away from school to help hunt down your sibling and cut off his
But those few years as an undergrad in California had been
like a dream. You met your first boyfriend during the first week as a freshman.
Then, the next semester you met Sam in one of your classes. He had been single
then, but you were still unavailable. By the time you wised up to your feelings
for him and broke up with your boyfriend, he’d found Jess. And he was so happy
that you couldn’t be a homewrecker. Then Jess died, Sam disappeared, and your
father showed up a week later.
Those dream years at college just served to show you that
you really were a hunter. You could pretend to be lawyer material all you
liked, but your life wasn’t meant to be simple or serene. So you resumed
hunting with your father.
Since then, you’d run into Sam Winchester a few times.
Always when you had to get an early start the next day in order to meet your
father for another hunt in a different state. So you only got to have a few
drinks with Sam before calling it a night. Other times, he was the one who had
to run. The business conference or meeting he’d been in town for was over and
he had to catch an early flight the next day.
But you always seemed to find your way back together, if
only for a few hours.
“Sam Winchester as I live and breathe,” you said, announcing
your presence with a smile. He spun around in the barstool and a wide grin
broke across his face.
“Y/N!” He unfolded his large body from the stool and
gathered you into his arms, crushing you to his perfectly toned chest.
Laughing lightly, you wrapped your arms around him as well,
enjoying the way his muscles moved under your arms. He may be a businessman who
got lost, but he definitely could fit right in here at this typical hunter bar.
“It’s been a few years. What the hell are you doing in an old dive bar in
“What are you
doing in an old dive bar in Nebraska?” He asked cautiously.
You glanced around the Roadhouse and tried to fit the pieces
of this puzzle together. You knew that there was a simple explanation for this,
but you didn’t want to believe it. You wanted to believe that Sam had a normal
life. It was the only way for you to keep one toe in the simple, nine to five
life you’d often imagined as a child.
“Sammy!” A man with a jawbone that could cut glass came
sauntering over. “Ellen got us a case down in Florida. Whadaya think? Kill some
monsters, hit the beach, hit on hot
chicks in bikinis on the beach?”
Sam let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt and turned to
you. “Y/N, this is my brother Dean. Dean, my friend from Stanford.”
A case? Kill some monsters?
“My God, we’re idiots,” you said, eliciting a raised eyebrow
from Dean and a cocked head from Sam. Shaking your head quickly to clear it,
you stretched out your hand to shake Dean’s. “Sorry. I mean it’s really nice to
meet you, Dean. I’m Y/N and I just came from a hunt in Arizona that turned out
to be some ancient spirit from central Africa.”
Slowly, you slid your eyes from Dean over to Sam, meeting
his wide-eyed stare as he finished the puzzle in his mind. “Wait, you’re
telling me that—“
“We’ve both been hiding that we’re hunters for years? Yeah.”
“So when you said you had to go get your dad out of a hairy
situation three years ago—“
“Werewolf. And you weren’t kidding when you said you just
got out of a meeting with the devil himself?”
At that, Sam laughed. “Not at all. And when I said I had to
go run and make a deal with a demon or my boss would fire me…”
“My God, I am such an idiot. You weren’t even trying to hide
Again, he laughed and even though over a decade had passed
since you first started crushing on him, you still found your heart doing
While Dean subtly excused himself and you and Sam sat down
to catch up on the unabridged versions of your lives, you couldn’t stop your
mind from wandering. You and Sam push and pull like magnets do. Together, but
never touching. Apart, but always on your mind. And there was always something
in your way, some unseen force holding you back.
But there was nothing right now. Just the two of you. The
both of you were confident in who you were. As you learned more about him, you
could see your own past as a mirror image of his. Doubting if hunting was
really the life for you. Wanting to make the world a better place by practicing
law. Trying to get out. But then figuring out that this was where you belonged.
The unspoken heroes.
Blood pounded through your veins as you built up the courage
to say what you wanted. It was now or never. Time to take the chance.
“So, Sam. I have this hunt in Oregon. I was gonna ask Jo to
be backup, but maybe… maybe you can come. It’ll be like old times. Late night
study sessions in the library. Just higher stakes. More blood.”
He glanced over at his brother for a second, considering his
options. Then a soft smile tweaked at his lips and you knew that you’d won. “When
do we leave?”