this is a story you tell to your grandchildren

“Don’t let anyone dictate how you live your life. Chances are they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing either.”

“Thanks…Grandma, but I don’t think that’s the best advice to share with your 12 and 16-year-old grandchildren.”

“There is no best advice, child. I’m only telling you what I did. Your parent’s generation failed you so it’s up to you to teach you. The first lesson is to pay attention to any and everything. The second lesson is to revise what you learned from the first lesson. Just pay attention and raise yourselves. Things won’t always be this easy and I won’t always be here to make it any less.”

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31 with taehyung please ^-^

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31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 


Originally posted by ladynwh

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The broken arm - Peter Parker

gif not mine

Fandom: Spider-man: Homecoming

Characters: Peter Parker/Reader

Warnings: mention of the broken arm

Summary: Peter somehow broke his arm and he called the reader to help him create some story for Aunt May.

Author’s Note: First Marvel imagine! Thanks @junebugjupiter I’m so happy and grateful that I have you! 

Please, leave some feedback! Enjoy the story!

“You what?!” Y/N asked in a high voice. Peter sighed and repeated himself.

“I broke my arm… Don’t lau…” But loud laughter echoed on the other line. Peter heard how his friend choked with laughter, before hearing a strange click. “Maybe they fell and died of laughter,” he thought. He rolled his eyes. Peter adored his friends, but Y/N was special; they always teased Peter and laughed at his stupid mistakes. He knew that Y/N didn’t mean anything by it. They just liked stupid and funny mistakes. They even laughed at their mistakes, too. But sometimes Peter wanted to web his friend’s mouth and hit them, like right now.

Peter stopped thinking about how he would kill his friend if he had the opportunity when he heard Y/N’s voice.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, I’ve dropped my phone. So, you broke your arm. What do you want from me? A kiss on the cheek or on the broken arm?” they asked in a sly voice.

Peter dramatically sighed and said, “You know how Aunt May will react, so I need some cover story. Like, I was helping an old lady but something went wrong…”

“…And you meet the wall or the floor while you were in Spider-Man’s suit? I got it, pretty boy. I think I can help you. I can’t wait to tell this story to my grandchildren! Oh good God, it’s so stupid but so cool! Where are you? I’ll meet you in 30 minutes.”

Peter recited the hospital’s address and finished the call. He knew that Y/N would tell only his friends who knew about his night life. And he knew that his friends would tease him for 3 months. Definitely.

Parker observed his room once again. Dull grey colour covered walls, simple furniture and hard bed where Peter was lying; nothing special. It was an old hospital where people from the neighbourhood could go to heal their wounds for free.

Peter heard several knocks before seeing a pretty face with Y/H/C hair poke around the corner. A bright smile lit up the dark room.

“Hey, wounded insect. How are you?”

Peter smiled and gave a thumbs-up with his unwounded arm. Y/N smiled again and took a seat near the bed. His friend took their colourful backpack where Peter knew they kept everything for surving high school and big city life.

“So, what do we have here?” asked the friend after greeting Peter. He stretched out on the bed.

“My broken arm and your cheesy jokes.”

“Nuh-uh, Peter. Only your broken arm and my amazing imagination! So, let’s start. You were helping the old lady, like you said, and what happened?” Y/N looked at Peter with Y/E/C holding a black pen and notebook.

“She… Oh God, it’s terrible… ” Peter rubbed his face and sighed. “She was a bandit! Not a bandit bandit, but she was tied up with bandits. She is the grandmother of this gang leader who wants to reveal my identity. And she put on this act where she was in trouble and I helped her. And guess what? Her dear grandson knocked me down! I was so absorbed in helping this lady, that I didn’t notice the car. Even my spidey senses didn’t work!”

Peter expected another burst of laughter, but Y/N was writing the whole story with a straight face. Peter didn’t hear anything that sounded like laughter and he was pretty confused. The boy silently admired Y/N’s features and once again asked himself why such beautiful person talked with him?

Y/N drew a fat point and looked up at Peter with bright eyes. A wide smile appeared on their face.

“I think you should cut the gangster story and leave the story about the lady and the car. You pulled the lady out from in front of the car, but you weren’t so fast and you broke your arm. Do you like this?”

Peter nodded, thankful. “I wish I was creative like you, Y/N. You simply pulled that story from the original story! I’m sorry I bothered you…”

Y/N chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter looked straight their bright eyes. “Don’t worry, Spidey. I’m glad I helped you.” His friend stood up, stretched, and contentedly grunted. Peter smiled. “So get up. I will walk you to your house. You never know! Maybe a gangster’s grandfather was asked for help and his grandson will break your other arm!” Peter and his friend laughed together.

The boy got up and drearily began, “You know, I’ve got the heavy backpack and the broken arm…” But he was interrupted by his friend.

“No, Peter, I won’t carry your backpack. You have another healthy arm!”

“Oh, my heart! That’s rude, my friend!”

“Bla-blah-blah, insect, I don’t understand your whisper…” The couple left the room.

Another loud laughter in the hallway and the dull grey room became quiet and empty.

Meeting their family


The day of you meeting them you woke up at some insane hour of 5 in the morning and started getting ready… even though you weren’t meeting his family until noon for lunch. He woke up a couple of hours later confused as to why you weren’t beside him in bed and even your side of the bed was cold? He went off to find you on your hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. You were worried his parents wouldn’t find the floor clean enough. He was so unbelievable confused. One he kept the house clean himself because that was your system, you would do the laundry and he would do the floors and dusting. Two, his family wasn’t even coming to the apartment? Like at all. He would pull off the floor and drag you back into the bedroom telling you that it was all going to be okay. There was nothing to worry about at all. His family already loved you.

Originally posted by fawnave

“Jagiya I will tie you to this bed if you try and leave again before get a couple more hours of sleep.”


It was actually a surprise visit that his parents had made from Daegu. He had no idea they were going to be there until they called him and told him he was to meet them at a noodle place down the street from their hotel and to bring you. While between the two of you, you tend to be the more at ease one and often kept him from his anxious thoughts. Of course that was normally when you weren’t meeting your said boyfriend’s parents for the first time and you have NO CLEAN CLOTHES! You felt like you were in utter rags when you showed up at the noodle shop but his parents loved you. The entire time his mother doted on you Yoongi kept giving you this smug look that clearly said he was right and you had nothing to worry about.

Originally posted by martina-07

“Min Yoongi. Genius.”


You had actually spent quite a bit of time on the phone with Hoseok’s family. You had gotten to know them fairly well but that didn’t mean you weren’t slightly nervous when you met them in person. You and Hoseok and traveled to Gwangju for his sister’s birthday and you fretted the entire way because you just didn’t know if she would like her present or not. Hoseok diligently reminded you that it was something she had been wanting for awhile now and there was nothing to worry about because she would love anything she received from you. He was excited for you to meet his family especially his sister. That changed though when you did meet her because as soon as you two found a common interest you were thick as thieves and Hoseok kept threatening to never bring you back.

Originally posted by bishesgonnahate

“Hobi I’m leaving you for your sister. She at least appreciates my movie tastes”
“Y/N you watch movies about real life serial killers. There is something wrong with you both.”


It was a complete accident that you met his mother and father. Namjoon being the adorable sometimes absent minded boyfriend that he is forgot to tell you that they were arriving a day earlier than planned. Of course the reason it slipped his mind was because you had surprised him with a new outfit just for the bedroom the night before. So imagine your absolute horror when his doorbell rang and you answered it in his t shirt, hair a mess, and wearing a pair of tiny pajama shorts and there stood his parents. You recognized them from the pictures Namjoon had showed you and you were frozen in shock. Namjoon came to investigate who was at the door and you ran away literally screaming that you were sorry. He later came into the bedroom to find you fully dressed and hiding under the covers. He calmly told you that his parents found you endearing and brave to answer the door so confidently. He gave you plenty of kisses and encouragement to come back outside.

Originally posted by rapnamu

“Baby, my mom and dad will not stop talking about how cute you sounded when you kept apologizing over and over again. I promise it’s okay.” 


Most people would be scared to meet their boyfriend’s family for the first time. Instead Jimin was the one who is worried. You knew waaaay to many stories about his predebut embarrassments and you were entirely to happy to share them with his mother. She did not need to know that wore his boxers literally threadbare! Or that he still had pair of socks he uses to this day that older than his career in BTS. But unfortunately for him you held nothing back including the stories Seokjin and Namjoon and told you.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

“So there was this one time that Jimin-ah was trying to cook rice and he accidentally-”


This boi could not of been happier the day you finally met his family. Honestly you were pretty excited too because he talked about them so much that you felt like you already knew them. Evidently the true could be same about them because when you greeted them formally his father was so confused. He didn’t understand why you were being so formal when you were practically family already. In fact he is expecting a marriage from you two soon because he needs grandchildren. This caused you to blush and stammer and then murder Taehyung with your glare when he quickly agreed that he should definitely start giving his father grandchildren.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

“Of courses Eomma and you need grandchildren! Y/N and I will start to work on that im- OW!” *The sight of your glare makes him contrite* “ I mean Y/N and I should probably discuss that first, Appa.”


You were so shy when you first met Jungkook’s family that you barely said even three words. Luckily you are dating the Golden Maknae so he made up for you shyness by keeping the conversation flowing smoothly. He was always careful to never leave you alone with them unless you were absolutely comfortable with it. It took you a couple of days into your visit before you could initiate conversation but it happened with the help of Jungkook. He always had some sort of contact with you whether it was holding your hand, his hand at the small of your back or leaning against you. He would sneak kisses to you as well because kisses always make him feel better so it should also work for you.

Originally posted by nochuie

“Hey I am proud of you doing this and I can’t love you any more than I do right now.”

This was really fun to write! Since you hadn’t specified what type of introduction you wanted with the family I tried to mix it up a bit. I hope you liked it!

Requests are currently open and waiting for your wonderful minds to give us things to write about!


You thought that being young would be many things. Skipping school and running through fields, sitting in the sun with friends, going to parties, coming home late and not remembering it the next day, taking buses and trains, not caring where you go, as long as you were with those few special people, kissing cute boys, and dressing up to go on first dates, sitting in coffee shops, talking about everything and nothing. You expected adventures, stories that you could tell your grandchildren one day.

You didn’t expect to be stuck in the same monotonous routine, going to school, having to face people you strongly dislike on a daily basis, feeling worthless, and so used to being tired that it’s now a part of you and you can’t remember the last time you felt awake. You feel pressured, trapped, like there will never be a way out, and most of all, you feel alone.

—  Unknown

I had a crazy idea while sitting in my organic chemistry course.
What if witches where the crazy scientist of yore?
I can just imagine it:
“Eleanor, Eleanor look! It’s smoking!”
“Greta, for moons sake, if this turns into another house fire I will curse you so bad your great grandchildren will still be telling the tale.”
“The Goddess will like this.”
“Greta no.”

J. S. Morrigan
Seeing You On The Other Side (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by thetheatrekiddestination

Summary: As an old women, you feel yourself slipping away from life on Earth. As you cross over, you reflect on everything wonderful in your life, before making your way to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Mention of character death, but not graphic or terrible. Mentions of the Afterlife? (Not sure if this will offend some people.)

Time Period: Hamiltime, all though not super specific.  

Word: 1340

A/N: I know it is semi-based off Eliza’s part in “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story,” but that was my intetntion. And I am sorry if you are offended by the talk of the Afterlife. I know not everyone belives in it, but I tried to keep any religious mentions out of it. Without further ado, enjoy!

You laid in your bed, trying to rest but finding it near impossible. As you tossed and turned more, a large cough escaped your throat. This alerted the other members of the house, and slowly your bedroom door creaked open.

“Mother, are you alright?” your daughter Eliza, who was named after your best friend, asked as she softly stepped into the room.

Instead of answering, you gave her a small nod and smiled. She started towards your bed and sat on the edge. Smiling sadly down at you, she grabbed your hand and held it tightly.  

You squeezed back and rested your free hand on her check, trying to console her.

“Please don’t worry about me, it’s all going to alright.” You reassured your daughter.

“But I’m scared.” she confessed. “I don’t want to lose you.” Tears now started to slide down her face.

About a week ago, you had contracted pneumonia, and each day you felt worse than the day before. You knew your time was coming soon, and you had confided your suspicion with your daughter.

“Do not be scared, you are such a beautiful and strong woman, exactly like who you were named after. I promise, you will be completely fine when I am gone.” you promised her, wiping away her tears just like you did when she was younger.

“Don’t talk like that, mom.” she whispered.

“Shhh it’s alright, I will be alright. For now, I’m going to try and get some more sleep darling, I’ll see you soon.” you told her, squeezing her hand before she stood up. Your daughter learned down, kissed your forehead, and walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Letting out another cough, you could feel your eyes growing weak, and you knew that you would not be waking up to see your daughter once they closed. It turned out that whenever people said that your life flashes before your eyes right before you die was true. Once you closed your eyes, you saw all the wonderful achievements you had throughout your lifetime.

You saw the first time you had met Alexander Hamilton. It was while you were taking a stroll through town, you stumbled across a debate between Alexander and a Mr. Samuel Seabury. After the debate, you had approached Alexander and told him how much you agreed. “Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” Luckily, he wasn’t like most closed-minded men. He accepted opinions. After flirting with you quite a bit, he asked if he could write you, and the rest was history.

Next, you saw Alexander on one knee, the day he proposed. Right after that, you had a flash of yours and Alexander’s wedding day, when you had become husband and wife. It was magical. Although the Revolution was still going on, you managed to scrape together one night of romance to celebrate your union.

After that, you saw the day you had told Alexander you were pregnant with your first child, Philip, and the day he was born right after that. You saw all of your children before your eyes, growing up all over again. You remembered the tears shed by both you and Alexander as you took turns holding the bundles of joys that were the best parts of you and the best parts of Alexander. 

Unfortunately, you then saw your first born dying in your arms. The time that followed the event had put a strain on your marriage with Alexander, but after moving Uptown you worked through it and fell in love again. But then he went and published that damn pamphlet, and you had to work so hard to build your marriage again.

Then, one of the most horrifying sights flashed before your eyes. You saw Alexander dying as you held him in your arms, and he told you to take your time joining him. That was when your heart a shattered into a million, tiny pieces, and it had never been the same again.

After Alexander had died, you started to work your butt off so people would tell his story once you were gone, trying to secure the legacy he always worked so hard for. You interviewed each and every soldier that your husband fought with, and tried to translate all of his thousands of pages of writings, proving to everyone of the good your husband did.

Then for a while, you helped out your best friend (more like a sister), Eliza Schuyler, to start the first private orphanage in New York City. She got to raise hundreds of children, although she never had any of her own. And you got to experience joy as well. Although, each child’s sparkling eyes reminded you of what you saw in Alexander’s

Once you had helped her to achieve her dream, you continued on with your own dream. You went around and spoke out for those who did not have the equal rights as white males in America.

You started out by speaking against slavery, trying to convince everyone that you cannot enslave another human being. Next, you focused on helping women get their own rights. You even attended the first conference dealing with women’s rights in Seneca Falls, New York.

Every time you finished speaking, you could feel a pain in your chest. Alexander could have done so much better if only he had the time. Each time you thought you weren’t going to live to see another day, the Lord granted you more time. Each time you were extremely grateful, but some days you wanted to lie down and wake up with Alexander.

Finally, you saw all of your family that was still alive. You saw your beautiful daughters, dashing sons, and extraordinary grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You had such a blessed life, and you got to share so many moments surrounded by the people you loved.

Your only thought was had you done enough? Would others continue to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton and his wife, (y/n) Hamilton?

You could feel your soul slipping away from your body, yet you did not try to protest. After years of having faith, you knew that you were heading somewhere beyond life on Earth; the Afterlife. So, you let go of everything and let the unknown consume you.

When you opened your eyes again, you had to blink a couple of times to let your eyes adjust to the bright light. You stood up and looked down at the wrinkles in your dress. As you tried to brush them out, you noticed something that made you gasp.

Once you brought your hand up to eyelevel, you saw that there were no wrinkles. It looked like it had long ago when you were young. One could only assume that the rest of you looked younger as well.

Although you were still marveling, you heard a cough that brought you make to your senses. Looking up before you, you saw a sight that made you want to cry. In front of you, stood every person you had loved in your lifetime, but had passed away before you.

First, you saw your mother and father, who ran to embrace their daughter. Pulling away, you felt like you wanted to cry but couldn’t, for there were no tears in the Afterlife.

Glancing around you saw the all of Alexander’s friends (that became your friends) who had died in the war, or shortly after. Lafayette, Hercules, and John all smiled at you and nodded their heads in thanks for making sure the world knew of their stories.

The people who stood directly behind them made you want to jump for joy. “Angelica, Eliza.” you breathed out, not believing your best friends, who were more like sisters, were standing before your eyes again.

“And Peggy.” the youngest sister, stated as she also embraced you in a hug, and you couldn’t help but laugh. After a few moments, you pulled away.

Finally, you saw two figures standing behind everyone, and your heart soared. There in front of your very eyes stood your first born child, Philip, and your soulmate, Alexander.

You pulled Philp into a bone-crushing hug as any mother would if she had outlived her son by more than 50 years. You checked over his appearance and saw that he looked absolutely perfect. “I love you, mom.” he told you.

Pulling away from your son, you walked slowly towards your husband. Once you got close enough, you broke into a run, and threw yourself into his arms; taking notice of his younger appearance.

Looking into the eyes you had fallen in love with, you brought you lips near his and crashed them together. You had been waiting 50 years to do that.

“Alexander, I’ve missed you so much. I love you.” you sighed in content.

“I know, (y/n), my love. But I’m glad you’ve taken your time in coming to see me again. I just want you to know how proud I am over you, of all of your accomplishments. You did so much more than I ever could.” Alexander complimented, peppering your face in kisses.

You giggled and melted into the hold Alexander still had on you. Now, you never had to worry about having enough time. You were going to spend eternity with those that you loved most.


Forever sad that Grandpa!Yondu won’t get to tell his grandchildren how he killed everyone that disobeyed him on the original Ravager ship. 

[Yondu, after ending his story with how he burned Taserface alive, while tucking his grandkids in]: “And then the fucker was dead. Goodnight, kiddos, your grandpappy loves ya.”

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Have you done one where Harry proposes? If you have can you like it please?

The sun is setting low over the Pacific Ocean as you clean the dishes from dinner, Coldplay’s music pulsing in the background.  Harry reaches around from behind you to put the last of the dishes into the soapy water where your hands are covered in suds.  He lowers the dishes into the water, allowing his hands to tangle briefly with yours before sliding his wet hands up your forearms. Pressing a small kiss just behind your ear, Harry whispers, “That dinner was amazing, my love.  You should marry me.”

Pausing with your back to him, you close your eyes, leaning back into him.  If only he were serious.  After dating for nearly 23 months and living together for the last four of those, you know that he is the love of your life.  He’s the one with whom you belong forever and ever.  If only he would ask for real, you would say yes.  

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Grampy Yondu

First story featuring Baby Buttercup, the adopted daughter of Peter and Gamora. AO3 link is right here.

Yondu knew he wasn’t a good person.

           He had killed various men, slept with a number of women (and a few men) and left them all heart broken and he wasn’t the kindest person in the world. He was loud, vile and cruel. He was also the leader of a band of space pirates. But despite all of that, he would do it all again if that meant he got to hold his grandbaby every single day.

           Her name was Buttercup. It was a weird name but there was a story behind it. It came from a Terran movie but that wasn’t important to Yondu. What was important was Buttercup herself. Quill had adopted her from some place on Earth. Apparently, there were some humans that didn’t want the babies they made and gave them up. Thankfully, there were people who wanted these babies. Yondu couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting Buttercup. She had big brown eyes, a head of black curls and gorgeous brown skin. Two-years-old and Yondu was convinced that she was the most perfect human ever created.

           Buttercup glanced up at Yondu’s head and she reached up, trying to touch his fin. He chuckled, shifting her so she was sitting on his lap.

           “You don’t need that sugar,” He said.

           Buttercup frowned for a second before she suddenly noticed something. Grabbing his sleeve, she pulled it up and ran her hands over his skin. She ignored his scars and was more focused on Yondu’s skin. It was amazing how she started noticing things. Even if it was something tiny. Yesterday, he remembered when Buttercup discovered a frog outside. She was so entranced by it, she stared at it for a full five minutes before reaching out to touch it. Buttercup was starting to notice things. And right now, she was noticing the alien’s skin.

           “Pretty.” She said.

           “Aw, thank you darling,” Yondu kissed her forehead. “But Grampy ain’t pretty, he’s handsome.”

           “Grampy handum,” Buttercup looked up at him. “Handum.”

           “That’s right. So what does that make Buttercup?” Yondu held her up. “That makes Buttercup friggen’ adorable!”

           Buttercup smiled as Yondu held her up. He then brought her close and started kissing her cheeks. The baby giggled with glee. Yondu would give up his whole entire career as a ravager just so he could spend every single day with her. Never in his life had he come across such a perfect creature. There was a Terran saying that grandchildren were your gift for not killing your kids. Yondu believed that.

           “Ya know, it might have been a good thing that I didn’t eat yer daddy.” Yondu chuckled.

           “Can you please not tell her that story?” Peter asked as he entered the room. “I don’t want her having nightmares!”

           “Hi Dada!” Buttercup waved to her father.

           “What? It was funny!” Yondu argued.

           “It wasn’t to me!” Peter reached for Buttercup but she clung to Yondu.


           “Grampy has to go Buttercup.”

           “I go with Grampy.”

           “Buttercup,” Peter sighed. “You can’t go with Grampy. You’re too young.”

           “Look, I can stay for a bit longer,” Yondu stood up. “How does that sound kiddo?”

           “Good,” Buttercup turned to Peter and reached for him. “Grampy stay.”

           “Are you sure?” Peter took Buttercup into his arms. “You don’t have to give into her.”

           “Yes, I do.” Yondu said with a grin.

The Story Within The Song// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by violincameos

Requested by Anon: It’s your wedding day, but you are determined to explain to your friends and family how you actually fell in love with Sherlock Holmes; by composing a song that literally told the story of the adventure the two of you lived. 

This one is particularly long. Enjoy! Mary and John are both included in this one, so this is pre 4x01.  

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Him: “What do you want”?

Her: “I want to meet you again 10 years later, in the coffee shop around the corner. I want to stand behind you in line, anxious because I have a meeting at 11. I want you to turn around after you get your coffee and be shocked by my presence. I want your heart to jump out your chest and all the memories to return. I want you to tell me your single and invite me to dinner. I want us to spend the night laughing at our mistakes and how amazing it is we ended up in the same space at the same time. I want us to get it right this time, I want to tell our grandchildren that something’s are just meant to be. I guess I’m saying……I just want to be your destiny

Him: “I don’t drink coffee
—  Excerpt from “Notes From the Nonexistent” by: Gaby J
The Iron Prince Returns

Ten years he had been away…

Lordsport men gazed on Theon with blank, bovine eyes, and he realized that they did not know who he was. 

It made him angry.

 "Innkeeper,“ he barked, "I require a horse.”

“As you say, m'lord,” the man responded, without so much as a bow. He had forgotten how bold the ironborn could be. “Happens as I have none that might do. Where would you be riding, m'lord?”

“Pyke.” The fool still did not know him. He should have worn his good doublet, with the kraken embroidered on the breast. “Don’t you know who I am? Only living heir to Balon Gryjoy.”

The man didn’t seem to care.

“I’m heading that way” a female voice said. “I can take you there.”

He liked what he saw. Ironborn, he knew at a glance; lean and longlegged, with black hair cut short, wind-chafed skin, strong sure hands. “I bet you can.”

“Have you been at sea long? Or were there just no women where you came from?”

“None like you.”

“You don’t know what I’m like.”

“Maybe you don’t know what you’re like. Maybe you need someone to teach you. Do you know who I am?”

“You think I offer free rides to every man in jewelry, Lord Greyjoy?”

He liked her very much. Where has that wench been all my life?

They searched for her horse and he gave her a hand, and pulled her up in front of him, where he could put his arms around her as they rode.

“You should give me the reins. I’m a better rider than you” Theon announced. “I’ve been on horseback for the past ten years.”

“Ten years? Do you still know your way around a ship? Have these hands ever touched a rope?”

“Don’t you worry about my hands. The sea is in my blood.”

“Your blood will be in the sea if I don’t watch where I’m going.”

“I have a proposal for my father, one that will make him king again, and me after him. You may get to stay in a castle tonight if you’re lucky.”

“Is that an offer from my future king?”

“An order from your future king. You can tell your grandchildren about this night.”

“I don’t imagine it will be a story fit for children.

At the castle, Theon told the woman to wait in his chambers. He had to greet his Lord father first.

“Nine years, is it?” Lord Balon said at last.

“Ten,” Theon answered, pulling off his torn gloves.

“A boy they took,” his father said. “What are you now?”

“A man,” Theon answered. “Your blood and your heir.”

Lord Balon grunted. “We shall see. Did Ned Stark dress you like that?” his father interrupted, squinting up from beneath his robe. “Was it his pleasure to garb you in velvets and silks and make you his own sweet daughter?”

 The door slammed open and there stood his wench.

“I told you to wait outside” He was angry. “How did you get past the guards?”

“Anything with a cock is easy to fool.” She gave him that cocky smile.

“Asha.” Lord Balon greeted her.

“My little brother was kind enough to let me ride with him from Lordsport.”

“Sister?” All Theon could do was stand and gape at her. Asha. No. She cannot be Asha. She was a child when he left…

“I wanted to see who you were first. And I did.” Asha mocked him.

Lord Balon turned away to warm his bony hands over the brazier. “Silence! Let’s see the message that Stark boy gave Theon for me.”

Theon took out Robb’s letter and thrust it forward. "Here. Read it … Your Grace.”

“So the boy would give me a crown again,” he said, “and all I need do is destroy his enemies.” His thin lips twisted in a smile.

“Take it, then,” Theon spat, his cheek still tingling.

“This isn’t Winterfell, boy. Your sister took over command of your eldest brother’s ship. The only nights she’s spent off these islands have been spent on the sea. She’s commanded men. She’s killed men. She knows who she is”

Lord Balon laughed. “No man gives me a crown. I pay the iron price. I will take my crown, for that is who I am. That is who we have always been. I hunger for a different plum … not so juicy sweet, to be sure, yet it hangs there ripe and undefended.“

Where? Theon might have asked, but by then he knew…Winterfell.

 A Clash of Kings Chapters 11 and 24 (Theon I+II) mixed with that scene from Game of Thrones Season 2 Ep. 2.

That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot



“Why do you keep so many tea sets?”

The old man chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest grandchild.  While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood, porcelain, and china.

“Well, you know your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”

“But do you even use them?” the girl asked.  “They’ve got chips and cracks in them.  They wouldn’t make good tea.”

“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied.  “I suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to belong.”

The girl raised her eyebrows.  “You make it sound like they’re alive.”

“Well…” The old man’s voice took on a spooky tone.  “Sometimes they talk to me at night.”

The girl laughed. “No they don’t!”

“No, they don’t,” he agreed, laughing in return.  “But can’t an old man have his hobbies?  I like antiques!  I’m a collector, always have been!  You see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the mantel above the fireplace.  “It plays a lullaby if you open it. The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”

“Really?” The tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to the mantel and seized the box in her hands.  

“Careful!” The man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the box down with the utmost care.  She lifted open the box, revealing a tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose.  The rest of the inside was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of the lid.  She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.

At once, a little melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the rose to rotate slowly in place.  The girl sat, entranced by the box, while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.

“You won’t find a box like that anywhere else,” he finally said.  “That’s why it’s special.”

The girl waited until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to ask him a question.  But what she saw startled her into concern rather than curiosity.

“You’re crying, Grandfather!”  She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to wipe his tears away.  The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a song that should be cried over!

“Ah, well…” He smiled and let her wipe away his tears.  “You are very kind.  My mother used to sing that song for me.”  He didn’t need to say the rest.  

“Oh,” the girl whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” the old man reassured her, smiling.  “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”

“No,” the girl answered, grinning.  “You’re very cheerful.”

“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed.  “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.

“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie.  “Why I look after them like I do?  You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”

The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair.  “Okay.  Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.

“It’s because I used to be one myself.”

The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise.  She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious.  And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.


The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand.  “Magic.”

“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied.  “I was your age when this story took place.  It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”

“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.

“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper.  I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well.  Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”

“I bet they will.”  The girl slumped in her chair.  But soon she straightened up again.  “Was the queen really an inventor?”

“Best in the world,” he replied.  “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”

“Is the Enchantress still alive?”

“I have no idea. Probably.”

“Were the musicians really world-famous?”

“Of course they were.  Why would they lie?”

“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”

“No, they’ve been in the paper before.  I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”

“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people.  But then another thought stole her mind away.  “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”

“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”

“And Lumiere?”

“What do you want me to say about him?  The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…”  The man paused for a moment, lost in the past.  “Until he died.”

The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned.  She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years.  And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened.  Everyone else had already passed on.  

Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness.  Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him.  How proud they all were of him.

But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out.  Tick-tock, there’s not much time left.  And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.

And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough.  Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast.  Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.

“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.

“What is it?” she asked.  “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today.  Not a single word of it.  Write it down somewhere, make it a book.  And tell your grandchildren.  And have them tell theirs.”

“All right,” the child said.  “Is it that important?”

“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued.  “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too.  You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”

“That’s right,” she said.  “Mother told me that.”

“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world.  And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear.  But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”

He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family.  He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago.  It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.  

“Okay.  I promise I’ll do it.  And my children will do it too.”  

Chip smiled and closed his eyes.  He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike.  Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world.  They didn’t deserve to be fleeting.  They deserved to live on.  Through story, through song, through legend.

That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.



Note: Originally submitted this anonymously to @thesmutofthemendes before finally creating this tumblr. Reposting this here for a masterlist of sorts.

Anyways, this ficlet was inspired by an AU imagine M had written here and I highly suggest checking it out. Enjoy.

You’re sitting outside with Shawn as you go through the rest of your orders for the week. Shawn himself is deep in thought as he’s finalizing a piece for an afternoon appointment. You take a peek at the clock inside to see that it’s 11:30 and a smile crosses your face. You reach your hand across the small wicker table and you squeeze his arm gently to get his attention. 

“It’s Tuesday,” you say as you stand from your seat. It takes a second for him to understand but finally he does. 

“Lilies?” he asks. 

“Lilies,” you respond as you nod your head. You make your way inside the shop to retrieve the bouquet from the back. After giving it a quick inspection and doing some rearranging you hear the door chime.

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Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU fluffy fluff

I loved your fic so much I was inspired by it. 💐🖊


You’re sitting outside with Shawn as you go through the rest of your orders for the week. Shawn himself is deep in thought as he’s finalizing a piece for an afternoon appointment. You take a peek at the clock inside to see that it’s 11:30 and a smile crosses your face. You reach your hand across the small wicker table and you squeeze his arm gently to get his attention. “It’s Tuesday,” you say as you stand from your seat. It takes a second for him to understand but finally he does. “Lilies?”, he asks. “Lilies.”, you respond as you nod your head. You make your way inside the shop to retrieve the bouquet from the back. After giving it a quick inspection and doing some rearranging you hear the door chime.

“Ah, y/n. How’s my favorite flower girl doing?”, Mr. Anderson quips as he makes his way towards the counter. For as long as you can remember, even before taking over the shop, he’s made it every Tuesday at 11:35 like clockwork. He was a sweet old man who had a knack for pastel cardigan sweaters and hooligan hats. His favorite gray one currently adorning the top of his head. “I’m doing great, Mr. Anderson,” you reply, lilies in hand. “How’s the Mrs?”, you ask. And without fail, a smile comes to his face whenever he talks about his wife. “She’s doing just wonderful, dear,” he starts. He then tells you about their weekend and how their grandchildren came to visit.

You’re listening to his story when out of the corner of your eye you see Shawn gazing at you from his seat outside. There’s a soft look in his eyes and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he goes back to working on his piece. You bring your attention back to Mr. Anderson as he’s finishing up. He seemed to notice the distraction, though. “So…who’s the young man?”, he questions as he points his head towards the window. You laugh at his attempt to be subtle. “Thats Shawn. He owns the tattoo parlor across the street.” “I see. Is that all?”, he presses on. “He also happens to be my boyfriend.” At this point there’s a full grin on your face and you can’t help it.

Mr. Anderson takes your hands into both of his, “Does he make you happy?” He’s looking at you over the rim of his glasses and your response is instant, “Yes. Yes he does. I’ve never been this happy before,” you gush. And it’s true. There’s a twinkle in his eye as he smiles at you. “Good. You deserve to be happy, my dear.” A wave of emotion hits you as you do everything in your power to not cry. He’s searching your face and chuckles, “That’s love, y/n. Don’t let that go. I never did.” He gives your hands a squeeze before letting go to retrieve his wallet to pay. You hand him the lilies and with a fond smile you tell him thank you. “Of course, my dear. Of course,” he responds. You follow him outside and lean against the door frame. “Same time next week?” “You betcha,” he says with a wink.

At this point Shawn’s watching the interaction and Mr. Anderson walks up to him. He’s peeking over the rim of his glasses again as he gives Shawn a once over. He then places his free hand on Shawn’s shoulder, “Take care of flower girl, you hear me?” He pats Shawn’s shoulder before looking at you at nodding his head. “I’ll see you two next week,” he says as he makes his way down the sidewalk with a bouquet of lilies.

You sit down next to Shawn and there’s a confused look on his face. “What just happened?”, he asks. You giggle at his reaction and all you can do is reach out and lace your fingers with his as you look back at him.

“I’m happy.”



Sweet old grandpas are so precious 💐🖊


Appreciate small, little moments.

Like when you and your friend are shopping together and see a cute boy passing by. The look the two of you give to each other, and then tilt your head backwards laughing is precious.

Or when you and your guy best friend that you secretly have a crush on are watching a movie, eating nachos, and your hands touch when both of you put your hand in the packet at the same time.

And those late nights with your boyfriend, where you two just enjoy each other’s presence by cuddling.

Or when you’re crying and your best friend comes and hugs you tight, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay.

Because everything’s going to be okay. Believe me.

We’re the future generation. We’re all growing old together. And nothing’s gonna matter after some time. The boy that broke your heart, left you in pieces when you were 16 is not gonna matter when the love of your life is putting a ring on your left hand in front of all your friends and family.

The F you got in math isn’t gonna matter when you find out your pregnant and tell your husband. He’s gonna look at you with joy and hug you so tight, math isn’t gonna matter anymore.

The embarrassing moment where you forgot what you were supposed to say when you were doing a Power Point presentation in front of the whole English class is not gonna matter when you finally see your parents on Thanksgiving, after 6 whole months.

Appreciate those small, happy, sad, embarrassing, weird moments, because it isn’t gonna matter in a few years.

And let me tell you a secret: you’re gonna be telling your grandchildren those memories when they are 12. And they’re gonna laugh with you.

And they’re gonna ask how you met your husband. And you’re gonna tell them: I was sad because a boy I really liked cheated on me, when I was 18, and your grandad took me home when I was drunk that day.

Because when you lose something, something so much better is found.

— Gabriela Moro

((I am such a sucker for soul mate AUs; it was a pleasure doing this. Hope you like it!))

-McCree when he was little all he ever did was stare at the name that was on his wrist, he would spend hours wondering who you were, what you were doing, and of course what you looked like. He would always proudly show off your name to everyone he met. Adults would giggle and comment how cute it was, other kids would just tease him.

-As he got into the Deadlock Gang he began to care less and less about finding you since he gave up hope of you just randomly appearing in front of him. Besides he had plenty of people to fill in your gap at the time being.

-Once he got taken under Gabriel’s wing and had some sense (literally) knocked into him, he began to search for you once more. He realized he didn’t want just anyone, it had to be you. After all you were made for him and him for you.

-McCree couldn’t believe you were right under his nose the whole time, you were a quiet agent who often did meaninglessly tasks for the captains and commanders from grabbing files to coffee. You were more of a information gatherer than a fighter. If it hadn’t been for you handing Reyes coffee that fateful day when he was nagging him to death, he would have never have noticed the name on your wrist or the way his heart raced when you were close.

-He embarrassed you by instantly asking you out in front of Reyes, who then proceeded to yell at McCree for not paying attention and you, for not having his coffee on time. Gabriel apologized (to you, only) once he realized McCree & you are soul mates, he wished you good luck with your new ‘idiot’ then walked off.

-Your first date was slightly awkward but sweet, McCree might’ve not known it but you fell for him hard, you never stood a chance; nor did he.

-Everyone was extremely happy for the both of you, in fact they threw a small get-together since finding your soul mate is a very special thing. You both got sloppy drunk and ended up passing out together on a couch, no one had the heart to wake you two up.

-McCree is extremely protective, but so are you.  No one even tries to flirt with either of you, it’s so clear that you two are an odd but wonderful couple; a match made in heaven.

-The first time you two made love was filled with laughter and smiles, it felt so right, no one else ever made you two feel like this. You both knew at that moment that you could never be apart for too long again.

-Through every hardship you both come out of together even stronger than before.

-Eventually you have/adopt children. McCree is an excellent and proud father, it makes your heart swell every time he tells them how you met and how to never give up on love.

-One day you look at each other, and years have gone by. You are both that old couple the neighborhood kids & your grandchildren love visiting for food and stories. You are old, grey and as beautiful as ever to Jesse. Your heart still skips a beat whenever your husband kisses you, and holds his wrinkled hand out for you to take.

-Your story together wasn’t always perfect, but it was amazing. The happy ending you both deserved.

Positive- Hercules X Reader

Request: Hey could I get #34 w Herc, or even Oak himself. Also I loved your John Laurens one when he was sick it was so fluffy and cute 😊😊 from @iguanamineral
A/N: omg?? thank you so much?? finals end tomorrow so i will slowly start posting again,, implied female reader

I stared the test in between my hands and at the lines that indicated that the test was positive. God what was I going to tell Hercules? We were still so young and we had lives outside of each other and careers and dreams.

This could possibly ruin everything.

But at the same time…

“Honey are you alright in there?” Hercules yelled from the kitchen. I cursed underneath my breath and sighed.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” I said without missing a beat, almost laughing at the joke I had just made. Silence followed. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and then proceeded to hide the test. I opened the door to see a concerned Hercules looking at me.

“I don’t believe you.” He said quietly. He stepped closer to me and hugged me tightly.

I don’t believe myself either.“ I admitted. He didn’t ask what was wrong or anything but we just stood there for a couple of minutes.

“Thank you, I needed that.”

“Whenever you want to talk about what’s going on, I’m here for you. I always am. I love you so much”

“I know. I love you so much.”

“Thats good because I think I just burnt the pancakes I was making for us.”

“Burnt pancakes is your specialty.”

“Burnt everything and cuddling is my speciality.”

“You are also ridiculously good at hugs and knowing when something is wrong.”

“I’m basically the whole deal.” He teased and I laughed loudly. His face lit up at the sound filling our apartment with a sense of togetherness. He held my hand as we walked to the kitchen and he got some pancakes on a plate for me to eat. “I’m going to tell our grandchildren stories of how I seduced you with my horrible cooking.” He smiled.

“I will fight you, your cooking is amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Even if you burn everything.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I have the most beautiful woman in the world distracting me.” He pointed at me and I hid my face, blushing.

“How do you still make me blush? We’ve been dating for four years now?”

“Well when I first saw you in that bar, I asked Laurens, Lafayette and Hamilton to show me all the cool moves.”

“If I remember correctly you slipped and fell on your ass right in front of me and I took you to the hospital because your friends were laughing so hard and they were drunk.” I told him, raising my eyebrow.

“It got your attention.”


“Hey Hercules?”


“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?” I asked him and a beautiful smile appeared on his face.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” He asked, close to tears.

“That’s what the pregnancy test said and I know we are young still and you have dreams and-”

“Y/N, listen. Listen this is my new dream. Our family is my new dream.”

“But your clothing line…”

“Can wait. You can’t. I’m gonna be a dad, Y/N and you are going to be a mom.” He smiled and he hugged me, picking me up and twirling me around. “God I love you both so much.” He laughed and he kissed my lips and put his hands over my stomach.

“I love you both as well.”