sister guilt

Imagine you’re a bastard daughter of a king of a far off realm, the product of his drunken loneliness at battle. His guilt of cheating on his wife drove him to send you to live on Midgard, but due to the fact that his other children (and his wife) adore you, you’re often invited to visit.

The time comes for Thor and Loki to find their brides and they come to your home realm to invite your sister, who is only a couple months younger than you, to come to the castle with other princesses from other realms to help them decide. One of the younger of your siblings blurts out and asks if you are coming as well. Odin finds out from a very guilty sounding king that you are his bastard daughter, and Frigga invites you as well, much to your dismay.

You know almost nothing about the court life, and living at the castle is difficult. However, you seem to be the only woman there that doesn’t repulse Loki with constant attention, and the two of you spend hours in the library talking about the two different worlds you come from. Soon he is falling in love, and when the time comes for the princes to choose their brides, he immediately chooses you and confesses his undying love to you.


hey guess whos gonna use her own gifset as an excuse to talk about Ichabod and Calamity? thats right, I am!

and honestly its just cause both Ichy and Calamity definitely lived through the transition of traditional Hollow to industrialized Hollow. which means that, when they were much younger, they spent their childhood running their streets, probably changing forms at will! and they were simply accepted along with the other children. there might have even been other child spirits living there at the time. but then the Industrial Men came and all that changed. Being a spirit was taboo, and dangerous, probably. And i think a lot of the strain we see among the family (Calamity, Ichabod, and their parents) comes from that, and the different ways Calamity and Ichabod adapted to survive. 

Obviously, Ichy conformed. Hard. I would bet that he spent all of his time after the ‘IM arrival’ in human form. and i mean he didn’t go crane for solid years, depending on how long Calamity and him stayed in Hollow after things kinda went to hell. Like, that was how Ichabod survived. He eschewed spirit hood. He wore a wig, kept to his human form, and blended with the rest of society. That guy who knew him in school has no idea that Ichabod is a spirit! and tbh this was probs hard for Calamity to watch, just as her rebellious spirit was hard for Ichabod to see.

Cause let’s be real here guys, Calamity went in the opposite direction. she would go human to avoid being grabbed up and tossed in the asylum, but only as a way to keep herself outta there. otherwise, she was lizard as often as she possibly could be. she made friends with the kids of the traditionalists, probably skipped a helluva lotta school, and ignored the society that had grown to hate her. tbh she probs had a lot of near misses, times that scared her family half to death, but Calamity rebelled against the changes brought by ‘the IM’ by being herself twice as hard as before!

So Ichabod looked at Calamity, and he saw her putting herself in danger and being reckless, while he viewed his way as the smart way. The way to survive until things changed, or they left, bc being targeted by a whole town wasn’t something he thought they could survive. and Calamity looked at Ichabod and saw him stifling himself, slowly suffocating who he truly was just to fit in. As far as she could see, to lose sight of who they were was a worse fate than Hollow turning against them.

and im not saying either way was right or wrong. they were both kids who had to deal with the fact that their hometown was turned against them, and they both adapted in the best way they could. its just that their ways were very very different. 

hesanangelonlyangel  asked:

CAN YOU WRITE #5 ON THE DRABBLE LIST?! 😱😱😱 I love your writing!!

#5: “How come you’ve never wrote a song about me?”

“Does it ever bother you knowing Harry’s been with other girls during your breakup?” your sister asked as she was flipping through a magazine while laying down on your bed. You paused as you stared at her from the reflection of the mirror you were finishing your makeup at. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you went back to brushing the mascara wand over your lashes. “What do you mean?”

Your sister looked up before she sat up. “Obviously you dated guys while you guys were broken up.” You nodded your head, beckoning her to go on. “And obviously he’s dated other people as well. But…he’s practically telling everyone about it in his albums. I mean, come on. Listen to this song.” Your sister stated as Carolina was softly playing in the background.

When you and Harry broke up, there were a lot of tears and shouting exchanged. It wasn’t something the two of you wanted. It just…happened. Just like you, Harry was dating other people. However, being with other people just made the two of you realize how stupid it was to break up in the first place. The breakup was torturous and a waste of time to not be together. The two of you rekindled your love around the same time Dunkirk was premiering.

Your lips pursed into a straight line, the thought of Harry being intimate with someone else made you sick to your stomach. Your sister continued, “Do you know if he’s ever written a song about you? Are any of the songs on his album about you?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. To be honest with yourself, when it was first announced Harry was coming up with an album, you were scared of having a song written about you. You were scared that he would still resent your breakup and write something awful about you (You were quick to get rid of those thoughts for you knew Harry would never do anything so vicious). You were scared that he would write about the relationship, making your love for each other known to the world. So when his album finally did release, you listened to each song carefully. You listened to each song carefully. You would listen to one song, thinking the next song playing might be about you. But when you finished the whole album, you realized there were no songs about you. You didn’t know how to feel about it that day.

“Oh! Is Sweet Creature about you? Oh wait, no. That’s about Gemma. What about-?”

“No. There are no songs abut me on the album.” You quietly said as you got up from your vanity. Your sister watched you with guilt in her eyes. “I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t mean to intrude-”

“Don’t be. You were just curious.”

Harry plopped down on the couch next to you before he grabbed the remote. “What do you think, petal? Should we re-watch something or shall we watch something new?” Harry asked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. When he received no response, he looked over to you with a look on his face, a look he knew all to well. He placed the remote down and turned to look at your properly. He grabbed your hand gently, causing you to look up at him. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You shook your head as you pulled your hand away from Harry’s hold. “It’s nothing. Let’s watch “Me before You” again.” Harry’s eyes stared into yours that were trying to look everywhere else but him. He sighed, “Love, I know something’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Let me hear it.” Your eyes slowly looked into Harry’s. He gave you a small smile, trying to give you the reassurance you needed.

You sighed ad your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers on your lap. “How come you’ve never wrote a song about me?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to interrupt him. “On your album…you just wrote about so many other people. And I realize I sound so silly, I truly do. But maybe those people you wrote about impacted your lift more than I have. And if that’s the case then maybe-”

Harry pressed his lips onto yours, a habit he’s always done when you were rambling. You were quick to pull away. Your head hung low, tears brimming your eyes as you thought about not being as important in Harry’s life as he was to yours. “Wait here.” Hare whispered before he disappeared into to his room.

It was less than a minute before Harry returned with a journal in his hands. He took his seat back next to you before he placed the journal on your lap. You looked up at him, “What’s this?”

Harry’s head nodded to the journal. “Open it.” You bit your bottom lip before you opened the cover of the journal. On the top of the first page was your name written in Harry’s handwriting. Underneath that were lyrics. Lyrics about how he felt when he first met you. You turned the page to see another song, this time the lyrics professing Harry’s love for you. Each page held a different song, different lyrics about your relationship. By the time you were done reading the last song lyrics, tears were running down your cheek.

You looked at Harry to see him nervously staring at you. “Oh, Harry” you whispered before you wrapped your arms around his. Harry was quick to return your hug, rubbing your back to soothe your crying. “I’ve written so many songs about you, love. You’re very much an impact in my life. Please don’t think otherwise. I would write a million songs for you if you ever wanted me to.”

You chuckled softly as you wiped away your tears. “I love you, H.”

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Voltron Week 2016: Day 5 → (Platonic) Relationship

anonymous asked:

‘we’re on a roadtrip with some friends and we have to share a hotel room and there’s only one bed and a whole lot of sexual tension’ Nessian au

Nesta, Cassian and their friends stop at a hotel during their roadtrip. Now Nesta and Cassian are put in a room together. With only one bed to share. This leads to an evening where Nesta does everything in her power to make Cassian on edge after the endless amount of flirtatious remarks.

But she’s not the only one playing in this game. And Cassian isn’t one to admit defeat lightly.

“Are you seriously going to sleep in just your underwear?” Nesta jolted out of the bed with a glare. She didn’t mean to act so flustered, but she had never seen a man so confident in such a state of undress. Nor had she ever slept beside a half naked man. And she felt more unsettled that it was Cassian she would be sleeping with. 

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Nesta fumbled with the hotel key card as she tried to adjust her backpack that slouched precariously on her arm.

“Need help Nesta?” Cassian asked from behind her as he too held his own duffel bag on his arm.

“If you kept quiet for once that would helpful,” Nesta bit out as she swiped the card and the door opened with ease. She stepped into the darkened hotel room and flicked on the light switch.

Cassian followed behind her and both stopped dead in their tracks as they looked at the bed. One bed. Not two as they were told would be waiting for them.

“Are you kidding me?” Nesta asked and whipped out her phone to call Feyre who was in her own room with Rhysand. “This has to be some sort of joke or nightmare.”

“More like this is a dream,” Cassian laughed and launched himself onto the bed. His arms spread out wide as if they were wings. He took up most of the bed space with his large muscled body as he stretched out his torso that inadvertently caused his grey shirt to rise up enough that Nesta caught a hint the skin hidden underneath.

Nesta rolled her eyes at him and waited for Feyre to pick up the phone. Her sister failed to answer not once, but four times as Nesta continually tried to call. She received the same lack of response from Mor who was rooming with Azriel.

With a frustrated sigh Nesta made her way back to the door fully intending on going to the front desk to fix this problem.

“Where are you going?” Cassian eased up on his forearms to watch her grab her purse.

“What does it look like? We obviously can’t share this room together,” Nesta replied.

“Why not? You weren’t to opposed to it earlier,” Cassian raised a brow and the corner of his lips began to turn up in a smirk Nesta knew well enough.

“That was only because my sister and Mor guilt tripped me into staying with you so they could have some alone time with their boyfriends,” Nesta tried to push away the imagery that came with that sentence. She now had a good guess as to why none of them picked up their phones now. Which also meant there was no way she would be tempted to even knock on their doors for fear of hearing what may come from the other side.

“So what’s the big deal,” Cassian rolled back onto the bed, but turned his head to face Nesta who was reaching for the door. “Are you scared, because there’s only one bed?”

Nesta froze with her fingers mere inches from the door handle.

“Scared? Who said I was scared?” Nesta faced Cassian with ice in her eyes.

Cassian schooled his features. Making sure not to smile in triumph before shrugging with disinterest. “I’m not the one running out the room in a fluster.” He paused to raise a brow. “I never took you to be a woman who gives up so easily.”

And that did it. Nesta’s ire rose to new heights as she strode back into the room with lethal grace.

Her nose wrinkled in annoyance, but Cassian always found the little movement adorable. Especially when the rest of her face was hardened in stone. He knew that when her nostrils flared that is words were breaking down those walls of steel she kept up between her and the world.

“I’d say your repulsive stench is enough to make the entire floor leave the building,” Nesta sniffed the air once to add emphasis to her statement. “ There is no way I’m getting in that bed with you smelling like a pig.”

“Nothing a bath won’t fix,” Cassian gave her a cheeky grin. He didn’t smell bad. At least not as bad as everyone else from the road trip today. They all smelled faintly of sweat after hiking in the woods, but in the enclosed space of the car he could easily pick out Nesta’s faint scent among the others.

“Then why don’t you wash off the filth before you get it all on the bed,” Nesta waved to where he was still lounging on the bed.

“I’m going to go through my stuff first,” Cassian stood up and walked to where he put his bag at the foot of the bed. He looked up to see Nesta flicker her eyes from his backside up to where his eyes met hers.

Had she been checking him out? Cassian thought with a tinge of pride and excitement.

“Unless of course,” Cassian gave her his trademark cocky grin that always managed to get under her skin. “You would like to join me in the shower?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a modern au fic where Nesta and Cassian like break up bc Nesta is like not ready for a relationship (but it can be fluffy at the end if you like! Okay PLEASE make it fluffy lol)

“You’re… You’re breaking up with me? Why?”

Nesta took a deep breath, refusing to look at him, knowing that if she did she would break, would show him how little she actually wanted this, how much she hated every word. “We always knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.” She kept her voice even, almost bored, and kept her eyes fixed ahead, her hands folded in her lap.

“But I thought… Nes. Please, Nes don’t do this.” Cassian’s voice was desperate, surprised and more than a little hurt. Nesta hated that, and hated herself.

She hated the whole fucking world.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? But this is for the best.” Liar. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Maybe if she said it, it would be true.

But it wasn’t, and she hated that.

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I cannot hide my anger to spare your guilt, nor hurt feelings, nor answering anger; for to do so insults and trivializes all our efforts. Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action. If it leads to change then it can be useful, since it is then no longer guilt but the beginning of knowledge. Yet all too often, guilt is just another name for impotence, for defensiveness destructive of communication; it becomes a device to protect ignorance and continuation of things the way they are, the ultimate protection for changelessness.
—  “Uses of Anger” by Audre Lorde in Sister Outsider.
BTS Reaction: You have a prettier older sister and they start falling for her. How would they tell you?
  • This was emotionally hard to write. 😂😂 My heart hurts. I left out a few things but when I post the ask you guys will know how this was requested.
  • Warning: Super Angsty and it’s about having an older sister everyone thinks is better Than you so if this is something you can’t handle.. please don’t read.
  • ——————
  • Jin/Kim Seokjin:
  • He couldn’t believe what was going on with him. He never thought he would do this to you, he never wanted to, he thought it was going to be you until he saw your older sister. He felt guilt, extreme guilt.
  • Jin: Y/n we need to talk. </p>
  • You: Oh god. Should I be worried? </p>
  • Jin: .. I.. </p>
  • You: Just say it Jin.
  • Jin: I like your older sister.. I promise I was being honest when I said I loved you before but when I saw your sister I just.. I’m sorry.
  • You: -You stare straight at him, letting yourself let tears out-
  • Jin: Y/n I really am sorry.
  • You: Stop apologizing. If it’s how you feel then what can I do? Hm? What can I do Seokjin?
  • Jin: I’ll.. I’ll go.
  • You: Goodluck.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • Very stressed out. He knew it was better for you to know immediately than to keep showing you love that meant nothing to him now.
  • Yoongi: I need you to just listen, alright Y/n?
  • You: I’m listening.. What’s wrong?
  • Yoongi: I fell for your older sister, I like her, and I don’t want to keep being a couple when I don’t love you the same way anymore.
  • You: I.. I see. I understand..
  • Yoongi: That’s it?
  • You: Honestly.. I wish I could could make you feel what I feel, make you hurt like I am right now.. But I know that If I got the chance… I wouldn’t have the heart to take it.
  • Yoongi: Y/n..
  • You: Go talk to my sister. Maybe she likes you back.
  • Yoongi: Y/n listen–
  • You: Bye Yoongi.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He had been acting strangely ever since he saw your sister. Hasn’t been as happy, has been distant to you. He honestly thought he would be with you much longer, he thought he loved you the most.
  • Hobi: -Out of nowhere- Y/n I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.
  • You: Why are you sorry? You ok, Baby?
  • Hobi: Aish please don’t call me that, not anymore. I’m sorry.
  • You: Hobi what’s going on?
  • Hobi: I like your sister. I really like your sister and I can’t be with you anymore. I’m sorry. -He ends up crying-
  • You: Don’t cry. If that’s how you feel then go try and date her.
  • Hobi: You aren’t mad?
  • You: No, I’m not.
  • Hobi: Really?
  • You: I’m not. I’m just very hurt, actually I’m absolutely heartbroken.. but if you’re in love with another woman what can I do?
  • Hobi: I-Im sorry..
  • You: Enjoy your love life Hoseok.
  • ~~~~~~~
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • All the love he gave to you, all the time, effort you and him put into this relationship would all be worthless after he said what he wanted to and he knew that. He first made sure that he really did like your older sister so that he didn’t break up with you for no reason but when he realized he liked her he told you.
  • Namjoon: I’m going to just come out and say it okay? — I like your sister. I want to be with her.
  • You: What was the relationship we had then?
  • Namjoon: Something I don’t regret.
  • You: You told me you loved me.
  • Namjoon: I love her.
  • You: -You Smile- Go talk to her then.
  • Namjoon: Are you.. Are you okay?
  • You: Just because I’m smiling, doesn’t mean I don’t want to punch you. Go away.
  • Namjoon: But Y/n–
  • You: Shut up and go before I actually breakdown and hit you Namjoon.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • Jimin/Park Jimin:
  • He would be worried. He hated the fact that me needed to tell you how he felt. He hated having to break your heart like that but if he stayed with you he’d feel worse.
  • Jimin: Can I tell you something serious?
  • You: Of course.
  • Jimin: I love your sister and I’d like to take my chances at being with her.
  • You: -You let that process for a moment and before you know it, you’re crying-
  • Jimin: I didn’t think I’d fall for you sister she’s just so.. I..
  • You: I tried so hard to be what you needed. I guess my efforts weren’t enough..
  • Jimin: No, No, I–
  • You: Stop trying to explain.. Please. I’m already hurt and crying. Stop I beg of you to stop, Park Jimin.
  • You: Go and date my sister.
  • ~~~~~~~
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • Confused on how this happened to him. He never saw himself being like this. He always figured you were his life, you’ll together for a long time but here he is about to tell you he’s in love with someone else now.
  • Tae: Let me talk to you Y/n..
  • You: Alright, shoot~
  • Tae: I.. I have feelings for your sister, I like her and.. Um..
  • You: No.. No, Taehyung, Please no.
  • Tae: I’m sorry. -Unable to look at you-
  • You: How.. I.. Taehyung look at me please. Taehyung. -You grab his hand-
  • Tae: Don’t Y/n..
  • You: Taehyung I can’t do this.. I can’t..
  • Tae: IM SORRY
  • You: Ya know.. I’m sorry too.
  • Tae: -Looks up at you- For what?<
  • You: For waisting your time.
  • ~~~~~~~
  • Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:
  • He would take time to think about this, he would still go out with you but avoid skinship. He didn’t want to go up to you and tell you that he didn’t love you anymore. It was hard but he had too.
  • Kookie: Y/n? I’m going to tell you something that might be painful to hear but Aish I’m really sorry.
  • You: Jungkook you can’t..
  • Kookie: I’m in love with you sister.
  • You: You know what? I saw this coming.. But it still hurts like hell. I never really mattered.. Right?
  • Kookie: You did I just.. Please this is hard to explain..
  • You: Then let me explain this to you: I feel as if you reached into my body and ripped my heart in half. My whole body feels as if it’s been bruised and everyone is kicking me.
  • Kookie: Y/n I..
  • You: You still going to try and say something? Ask my sister out or something.
  • You: Thank you for loving me. It felt good for awhile.
Serpent’s Girl~Part 2 (Jughead Jones)

A/N: I’m trying to update as much as I can today, so you’ll see what’s coming. If you want to be tagged anything, just ask. Character or story.

Summary: You head to FP’s trailer after leaving the baby shower

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Word Count:1202

Warnings: Sadness, guilt

Other Parts: Prologue-Part 1-Part 3


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“I don’t know. I think I’m just trying to find some sort of link to before my parents died. I remember Jughead, okay? I think of him and I think of when I was little and life was easier. I needed to know if he remembered me… and he does. I think.”

I went back to the trailer park that a few of the serpents lived in that night, wondering if Jughead really did remember me. I hoped he did. I had always had this strange connection to him in my mind because he was in the background of all these really nice memories. Ones that took place before the world was a bad place that I wanted to escape. Thing is the world was always a bad place, I just hadn’t known it yet.

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The Heir and the Spare

What I love about Elsa and Anna’s relationship is that you know that both sisters will do everything in their power to make the other sister feel loved.

Elsa knows that Anna spent years in isolation, feeling rejected by the one who had been her dearest friend in childhood. Elsa knows the loneliness and uncertain fear that gnaw at Anna. She knows what it is to question in your heart if something is wrong with you, to think that something must be wrong with you… because your world seems to be falling apart and you don’t know why… That is why Elsa consistently makes Anna the center of her world. In Frozen Fever, with every line of the golden song Elsa sings, she is reaffirming to Anna over and over again: Yes, dearest sister. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of celebration. Nothing is wrong with you, though you may have feared something was as you grew up… Elsa is earnestly telling Anna: I see your pain. I felt there was something wrong with me too. I know how it feels, but I promise you Anna, you are beautiful and so strong and you have a sister who loves you so very much. This must create an indescribable feeling for Anna, who has longed for love for so long and who felt to blame when Hans cruelly betrayed her. Feeling such compassion, Anna can recognize that what she has suffered is not her fault. Her own sense of self-worth can be validated.

Anna, in turn, helps Elsa through her pain. She sees in Elsa insecurities like her own and she supports her sister. When Elsa’s guilt consumes her near the end of Frozen Fever, Anna tenderly presses a hand to her and assures Elsa, “You didn’t ruin anything.” Her words are soft, showing Elsa that the young queen has a sister to help her through the vale of guilt and shame. Anna understands that Elsa’s guilt is a part of her and is going to emerge in times of hurt because of all Elsa has been through. She does not express frustration at Elsa’s guilt or trivialize Elsa’s emotional turmoil, but simply responds with the utmost tenderness. Intense frustration would only make Elsa curl deeper into her guilt, but with Anna, Elsa has someone who will help her grow, let her take baby steps on the road of accepting herself and her choices in life – a road which did not end at the close of Frozen, no matter how brightly Elsa might have smiled when she showed her magic to the masses and skated with Anna on the newly-made rink.

There is no competition between them for who had it worse, no hostility. They both value each other so deeply and each one teaches the other how to value herself. Elsa and Anna actively seek to heal each other and make each other better and they succeed. That is truly beautiful.

Bite me Two (Benjamin x Reader)

I hope you like this one like the first part! I loved writing this and I especially loved writing the dream! Let me know if this story deserves a third part! Enjoy! (sorry for any sort of mistakes!)

Word count: 1,706

“(Y/N)…” You heard him calling for you. You walked across a path, surrounded by beautiful flowers which bloomed in different kind of colors. The sun was shining on the blue sky so brightly, not a single cloud was to be seen. You kept walking to his soft voice that spoke your name so often. “I’m here my love.” He said. “Come here.” And then you saw him. Standing in the middle of a huge meadow, his hand stretched out for yours. He smiled happily as he saw you approaching.

“Benjamin!” You called out joyfully and ran to him, his strong arms welcomed you in a tight and secured hug. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as your chests were pressed against each other and you felt so much love spreading in every part of your body. You nested your face in the crook of his delicate neck and took in his wonderful scent. After a time, he pulled away and put your face between his hands. “Look at yourself!” He said with adoration in his eyes. “You look gorgeous!”

You smiled at his compliment and rewarded him with sweet kisses on his lips. “I love you.” You responded. He took you hand and kissed your knuckles carefully. “I love you, too.” He replied. Then, he laid his hands on your belly and gave it a gentle stroke. “And I love her.”

Confused, your eyes went down to your stomach and widened as you saw the baby bump. You hadn’t even realized it on your way. “I’m pregnant?” You asked. Benjamin nodded his head.

“Yes you are.” For a moment, you had no idea how to react but then you caressed your baby bump carefully and earned a tiny kick from your unborn child. “But you’re more than that.” Benjamin indicated.

“What do you mean?” You asked as your eyes meet his again. No words escaped his mouth, he only lifted up your hand to reveal the diamond ring on your finger. “We’re married.” You spoke. It sounded more like a question than a statement. On the one hand, you were beyond happy but on the other hand also very confused. When did this all happen? Somehow, you couldn’t remember your wedding or the night you tried for a baby.

“I told you forever.” Benjamin said before everything around you became blurry. “And this is forever.”


As you slowly opened your eyes from your deep slumber, you felt nothing but dizzy. The constant pain in your body was unbearable and it felt like that every part of your body consisted of heavy stones. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to stand up. A little bit did you smile because of the dream you had. You were pregnant with Benjamin’s child and married to him. How beautiful. It was something you really wanted in the future.

 When your vision became clear, you took in your surroundings. You were in Benjamin’s bedroom. But something was strange. Why the hell did you see everything more detailed? More precisely, why did you see everything in HD?

And there was another thing you felt very confused about. You laid your hand between your chest, but felt no heart beat. You were horrified for a second but then everything made sense. With heavy steps, you went towards the huge mirror that belonged to your lover and observed your reflection. You looked different, very different. More alive. Your skin seemed to glow and you looked more feminine than before. And your eyes didn’t own your usual eye color, no they were bloody red instead. “I’m a vampire.” You whispered.

Seconds after, you remembered everything. How you asked Benjamin to change you, how he declined at first but agreed after you insisted, the immense pain you felt after he dug his fangs into your skin.

Suddenly, your throat burned horribly and you felt nothing but an unimaginable thirst for blood. A growl escaped your lips, you tried to hold yourself back for a moment. Unfortunately, it was impossible.

Somebody knocked on the door and came in without your approve. “(Y/N)?” Your boyfriend asked. “Benjamin!” You gasped, holding on your throat. He rushed to you and wrapped his arms around your body. “Thirsty…I’m so thirsty…” You chocked out between heavy gasps. Benjamin put a gentle kiss on your head.

“I know, love.” He soothed you. Never in your life had you felt so desperate. You always wondered how your sister Bella and Benjamin must have felt when it came to drinking blood. Now you knew.

“I will take you to hunting, (Y/N).” Benjamin said and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers. “But after that, you’ll have a serious conversation with your sister.”

“Why?” You asked.

“She knows, (Y/N).”


After you and Benjamin went hunting –of course it was animal blood, you’d never dare to take someone’s life for your thirst- you felt better and the burning in your throat disappeared. Nevertheless, you were nervous about confronting Bella. You knew she wouldn’t be pleased about your decision to become a vampire and you also prepared yourself for her screaming at you.

The more you approached the little cabin in the woods, the more fear you felt. You can do this, (Y/N). You tried to cheer yourself up. Benjamin stood next to you, squeezed your hand lightly to show you that he was there for you and going to support you. “Here we go…” You mumbled and knocked on the wooden door. Luckily, Edward opened it and welcomed you with a slight smile, stepping aside so you two could enter his home.

Bella was already waiting for you guys, her arms were crossed over her chest and she wore an annoyed and angry expression on her face. “Good evening, Bella.” Benjamin greeted her politely. But Bella didn’t respond anything. Also as you said hello to her. She kept staring at you and made you uncomfortable under her gaze. You wished she would speak or even scream at you but neither of that happened. She just stood there with no words escaping her mouth.

“Say something, Bella.” You begged and glanced at her. She inhaled and exhaled deeply before she finally spoke.

“How can you do this?” She tried to control her rage but you knew that she was going to explode soon. You looked at the boy next to you before you turned back to your sister.

“I love him, Bella.” You answered.  Bella snorted at your response. “Pah… You sure do love him.” You became mad. How could she underestimate your feelings for your boyfriend? She knew how strongly you felt for Benjamin. You spent every night together with talking and she also gave you advices about how you could conquer Benjamin’s heart. Would you ever made this choice if you wouldn’t have feelings for him? And after all this she had the guts to accuse you not to have feelings for your boyfriend.

“I do!” You said determined. “I do love him!”

“The hell you do!” She screamed back, making you flinch. Edward had to hold her tight against his body so she wouldn’t attack you. “How could you do this to me? How?!”

Tears were brimming your eyes as you saw the hatred in Bella’s eyes. You really thought she would understand after what she had experienced. She wanted Edward to turn her under the same circumstances, because she loved him. At least, she should have understood your decision.

“Bella, please, do understand.” Your vision was now blurred from the many tears in your eyes.

“Why did you not talk to me before you made your choice?” She felt betrayed and disappointed because you did this behind her back without telling her. It was a case which should have been discussed with your family members before the choice would be made.

“And what about Dad?” She kept going. “What will you tell him, huh? I’m sorry Dad, but I can’t stay here with you anymore because I’m a fucking vampire? God, (Y/N)! I left him because I trusted you!”

You let out a heavy sob and buried your face into Benjamin’s chest. “Shh… It’s okay, love. I’m here.”

“I’m very disappointed in you guys. Especially you, Benjamin.” Bella continued speaking, her voice was shaking terribly and she was going to cry any second. “You should have held her back and say no, why did you not hold her back?”

Benjamin glanced at your older sister with guilt. He knew he should have, but the thought of having you forever by his side was so alluring to him.

Edward spoke something in Bella’s ear and she calmed down after a second. She wiped away her tears and cleared her throat. “I hope you’re satisfied with your choice, (Y/N). I really hope you won’t regret this. You could have had a normal life without hiding but you chose this life. I hope you’re satisfied.”

She left the room and you guys behind. Edward excused himself and claimed that it was the best way for you to leave and calm down. You said goodbye to him and went back to Benjamin’s apartment.

“She was angry, you know?” Benjamin tried to cheer you up. “She knows how you feel. She is the only one who understands you the most.”

You nodded with your head. “I know she does. But it only hurt so much when she underestimated my love for you Benny.” You rested your head on Benjamin’s shoulder.

“It will be hard for her at first, but she will accept it.” He stroked your hair lovingly.

“I just want to live with you for the rest of my life.” You said with honesty reflecting your eyes. “I want my own Edward.”

“And here he is.” Benjamin chuckled, pointing at himself. “Here I am. Forever by your side.”

A small laugh escaped your mouth as you leaned closer to press your lips gently onto his and stole a long and sweet kiss. “I want to marry you and have a baby girl as in my dream.” Now Benjamin was the one who laughed. The idea of founding a family sounded perfect to him.

“Whatever you want, my love. We have all the time. Forever.

You kissed him again.


I just about managed to make it in time for day one of @shancefluffweek !! I decided to use this week to write a sorta sequel for one of my fluffier shance fics Bind me to you  since I received so many nice, encouraging comments on this fic. (You don’t need to read this fic first but it will help to understand some things I make mention of)

promt : black/blue

length: 3,254 words

summary: Lance get injured during a training session and Shiro takes care of him. 

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“You abandoned Narnia. You abandoned your subjects, your people.”

Peter’s face is contorted with pain and rage and guilt and hurt. Caspian’s words feel like a knife through the heart. He’s right. He did abandon everything. All because of a stag.

“Do you think we had a choice? Do you think I wanted to leave? Huh? You think I enjoyed growing up and becoming a man ———– a king ———– and living this fantastic life as a ruler only to have it snatched away like that? One minute my siblings and I are chasing some stag through the forest and the next we’re sprawled on the floor in front of the wardrobe. Imagine being a grown adult and then suddenly you’re a kid again! Imagine, after all the ruling and growing as a person, you have to sit in classrooms all day, listening to the droning of a professor! Imagine having people look down on you and you being able to do nothing! Imagine not being able to put up a fight as you’re getting pummeled by a classmate! You have no idea what I feel. What guilt and pain I feel after hitting the floor in that room! The pain of being stuck back in the real world, the guilt of leaving everything behind! You have no right to say anything!” He’s in Caspian’s face now, tears in his eyes as he yells, finally letting out all that anger he’s been dealing with for the past year.

“Peter….” Lucy comes up behind him and gently tugs on his sleeve. A glance down at his sister’s frightened eyes softens his harsh look. He looks back at Caspian, and, with one last glare, retreats down into the tunnels, his siblings in tow.

“Caspian is right. We did leave everything behind…,” mutters Lucy, her expression sorrowful.

“Oh, so now you’re siding with him?” Peter paces in front of the stone table, his fists clenched.

“No, what Lucy is trying to say is that we did leave.” Susan stands in front of Peter. “No explanation, no reasoning. Imagine what the Narnians felt when they found out their Kings and Queens had vanished, having no one to give them any direction. For years.”

He stops his pacing and looks at his sister, his face guilt-ridden. Caspian and Susan are both right, now. The guilt he’s been feeling for the past year finally pushes him to the edge. He falls to his knees. “We’re no good rulers, leaving Narnia behind like that…You’re both right, you and Caspian. We should’ve come back sooner. Or never even gone after that stag in the first place. Or, better yet…Lucy should’ve never found that wardrobe.”

“Don’t you are say that, Peter.” Lucy kneels next to him. “We’re great rulers, the lot of us. Yeah, we did leave, but if we never left, we would’ve never gone back to reality in the first place. Probably never even met Caspian. I known you feel guilt. So do we, but we can go back to ruling. Maybe even better than before. So chin up.” Lucy wraps her arms around her brother and smiles as he returns the favor. Susan and Edmund join in not too long after.

Peter takes her words into account, a slight smile on her face. Now she’s the only right one. He needs to stop feeling so guilty. After all, he does have another war to stop.


Here it is! Finally! I figure since I have a bunch of fics out now, I should probably start this. Can this be a sufficient celebration of hitting 100 followers? Pretty please?

Sister One Shots

Daughter One Shots

No Relationship One Shots

The Girl in the Blue Bandana (Nessian Version)

This is one of my favorite one shots I’ve ever written. I hope you guys like it too. It’s based on the song of the same title by Jerrod Niemann

I hope to update First Time Again soon. Thanks for reading my stuff and as always I love all your comments. They seriously make my days brighter =)

The sun was shining as I grabbed my blue bandana and tied it around my head. I smiled as my white crop top fell to my belly button, excited for the final day of the big barrel festival. It might have rained the entire time, the ground might be a muddy mess, but I still had the time of my life. My poor flower crown was ruined. Still I wouldn’t have traded this weekend for any other.

I never thought I would lead this gypsy life, I thought we would head off to see a few shows and then head back home before school started. But once I got a taste of the road, once I was free from the ghosts that followed me around in that town I couldn’t go back. I could breathe out here in the open air. I could feel the sun and I thought if I tried hard enough my heart might piece itself back together.

People tell you it takes time to heal a broken heart. What they don’t tell you is that a broken heart never fully heals. Instead it pieces itself back together and the pieces don’t fit quite the same anymore. You’re left with a different heart, a different view on love and the things around you. Not only do you lose someone you care about, but in a way you lose a part of yourself along with them.

That’s the worst part about a broken heart; losing yourself.

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anonymous asked:

"Stop saying sorry." Robin flashback /strangling Regina verse (terrible name for it clearly but wonderful set of stories!)

Thank you, lovely <3 

He whispers it into her skin in the dead of night – he tells her every morning that he’d slept well and she hates herself more and more every day for accepting the lie – when he thinks she’s lost to sleep and can no longer hear him but she does, of course she does and it pains her that he still can’t forgive himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Every utterance is paired with a soft kiss to the back of her head, her neck, her shoulder and he holds her in the darkness in a way that he won’t allow himself to any other time, with arms wrapped tight around her frame. She feels safer when he holds her but no matter how many times she assures him that she’s not afraid of him, he can’t seem to break himself free of his anguish.

“I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry.”

If she could kill her sister without the guilt of taking a parent from a child – Henry cries sometimes, when he thinks she can’t hear, for the father he’d had for only a short amount of time – she would, God, she would. She’d rip her limb from limb just as she’d threatened for doing this to them, for doing this to him. She’s like a disease, a horrible, festering wound that won’t heal no matter how it is tended to.

She’s tainted them and with each passing day, Regina only worries the effects will become permanent.

Usually, she remains quiet, continues under the pretence of sleep and savours the feel of his love so free in the night but tonight she can’t. Tonight she’s decided that, even if only they can make a little progress, they’re going to take that first step and so she whispers, “No matter what happens,” feels the way he stiffens and moves to take his arms from around her, “I will never, ever leave you, Robin.” Her own arms lift, hands curling around the arms around her shoulders and keeping them there. “Even if you can never hold me again, if you decide never to kiss me again,” she sniffs, “I’m not going anywhere so please,” she licks her lips, furrows her brow and fights the tears prickling at her eyes as she closes them tight, “please stop saying sorry.”

It’s a long moment before she hears anything at all but it comes, like the air let loose from a balloon, he exhales a deep and shuddered breath that tickles at her neck and drops his forehead to the back of her head as he cries silently and she lets him until they both succumb to their exhaustion.

And for the first time in three weeks, Regina wakes to Robin’s arms still around her.


Can we please just stop for a second and talk about Elsa from Frozen

First off is her past. Before her accident that almost killed Anna she was shown to be a playful and loving child, who loved her powers and created joy for her sister Anna.

But this changed drastically after the accident, after she shut Anna out. She became cold and distant towards her kingdom, her subjects, and most importantly, Anna. The sequence shown in the film during the song ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ is evident for her isolation throughout the years. But the film language in the sequence is the most important out of the whole. The sequence mainly featured Anna growing up outside Elsa’s door, and the things she had done to fight off her boredom and disappointment, but in between there were little bits of conversation and interaction coming from Elsa. What I meant by film language, one of them was her dress code. Throughout the years of her isolation her outfits became more and more wrapped up, decent.

Art by Brittney Lee

Less and less skin was shown and it had the same effect as her gloves, to protect others, out of her fear. Right after the accident whenever her face was shown, it was one of sadness and guilt. Gone was the light in her eyes and in its place were unspoken apologies and tremendous fear. That brings us to another point: her fear. Her fear was shown consistently throughout the film: it acts as a driving force for almost all of her actions and therefore the plot. The accident did numbers on her. She now feared her powers more than ever before, and she chose isolation to protect the ones she loved.

Contrasting with what most people say her isolation was voluntary, not forced. Her parents misinterpreted what Grand Pabbie had said,

‘Fear will be your enemy.’

Her parents thought it meant fear of their daughter Elsa from other people.

And that was why they locked her up, or at least rarely let her leave, and Elsa grew to believe the misguided conception as well. Shown as the more mature one out of the two sisters, she was never once shown to break any of the isolation rules her parents set for her. She knew why it had to be this way and the rules were never broken even after her parents left her.

On the subject of her parents brings us to another point: her role. As the elder sister and therefore heir to the throne she was groomed to rule the kingdom of Arendelle after her father. It is the most important role in all of the kingdom. She must be trained to be a leader, to take charge of her subjects and make decisions best for the whole kingdom.

That is a huge responsibility as all of the lives of her subjects and the fate of Arendelle rests squarely and solely on her shoulders. She was taught knowledge, grace, power, authority, success. And these couldn’t be taken lightly for she would be a public figure, a role model. All things must be polished to perfection for any mistake could be fatal to her kingdom. You can imagine the stress she was put under starting from a young age, where everyone expected perfection from her, grace from her, discipline, wisdom, leadership, success from her.

As the heir she was to lead like her Father before her: with kindness, wisdom, and authority.

As the Queen she was behave like her Mother: with sophistication and grace.

But one additional thing that’s making it even harder for her was her fear. Her fear of hurting others with her powers.

The stress to control them as fast as she could for she was to be a public figure soon, a Queen, and that meant close and constant interaction with her subjects, her staff, and Arendelle’s trade partners.

To have such high expectations coming from so many people, to be responsible for so many lives for so many years to come, adding onto that, her fear and self-loathing, it should have crippled her.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t because of her personality, her maturity. It might have already crippled her but she certainly did not show it. As an heir with a sibling she could have escaped from her fate, her destiny. She could have left the kingdom and left the throne to Anna, and everyone would be safe from her, but she didn’t. She didn’t because she knew that as the elder it is her responsibility to rule after her father. She didn’t because as the mature one she knew that Anna’s not capable enough, not mature enough, to take over an entire kingdom. Her love for her sister and her subjects acted as her motivation. She pushed on, all those years out of concern for the fate of her kingdom, despite her fear. And when her powers got discovered, she could have still ruled with her powers. She could have had more authority, more power, over her subjects and her kingdom.

But instead she ran.

She ran because she knew this was not the way to rule, this was not what her father would have wanted from her. She ran out of her fear for the safety of her subjects, more so than herself. Even when she was on the North Mountain and Anna told her about the Eternal Winter she still cared.

This is the most important factor of all: her selflessness.

All the factors I have mentioned revolves around a single one: selflessness. She gave up her freedom, for her subjects. She gave up her happiness, for her subjects. She gave up everything that could have made her feel better, for her subjects. At the end she was even about to give up her life.

Out of love.

The love she had in her heart, although she didn’t realize it, is overwhelming. All those years, those thirteen whole years she endured. I cannot imagine the amount of guilt she felt every day for shutting Anna out without an explanation; the guilt she felt from the day she injured her sister; the guilt that intensified every passing second because she couldn’t even apologize to Anna and ask for her forgiveness because Anna couldn’t even remember what happened; the amount of fear and stress she felt when she thought she had not achieved perfection, when the time for her to rule was getting nearer and nearer and she still couldn’t control her powers. The sadness she felt when the Duke of Weselton called her a monster, when everyone turned afraid of her; the guilt that returned when she learned from Anna that she has put her kingdom and her subjects under an Eternal Winter, when her fears came true. She endured, for thirteen fucking years, full of guilt, regret, and fear. Even after all of that torture she still came out as sane.

Every day.

Every day.

“Do you wanna build a snowman Elsa?”

“It doesn’t have to be a snowman.”

“Please come out.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Why Elsa? Why are you shutting me out?”

“Conceal, don’t feel.”

“Elsa what have you done?”

“She’s ice cold.”

“What have you done?”

“What have you done?”

Which is why when she finally found beauty in her powers and confidence in herself, it came to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

I am aware that I have repeated myself from my last 2000 word essay post, but again, I had to emphasize: People should not be the slightest bit ashamed if they like Elsa for any of the reasons above. She is an incredible character and she has, and will always have, a special place in my heart.

Yes I just did that

~ Pegacorn1210

the-spastic-fantastic replied to your post “1) I’m terrified OFA is just gonna be about Elsa again. Lately all the…”

I absolutely agree that Anna and her parents had their own traditions. That’s why I think she’s playing the long-con, subtly needling her sister’s guilt until Elsa goes insane and then throwing a coup and taking over Arendelle so she can lead the Navy against the Southern Isles.

Now this is the kind of Frozen 2 plot I can get behind

But seriously why is it all ‘Elsa do we have any traditions???’ not ‘now you actually come out of your room, Elsa, let me show you all the fun stuff we were doing while you were upstairs staring soulfully out of your window’