Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie - Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)
The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.
The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.
“Emma, what is it?”
Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves.
“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…”
A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards.
Orange flavored soda, math class, pulling an all-nighter, skipping rocks on the water, making new friends, a pure laugh, buying travel books, going to music festivals, falling asleep in the shade
Finding an old treasure map, reading mystery novels under the covers, the scent of cedar, having deep talks with your mom, roasting marshmallows with your friends, a full moon, exploring old castles
Driving down the expressway way to fast, reading novels about magic, missing your mom and dad, peach ice cream, doodling animals in your school notebook, keeping a secret, singing in the shower
Boarding a flight, the mid-July heat, reading art technique books, jumping on a trampoline with your best friends, waiting for the storm to pass, bakery fresh apricot brioches, relaxing on a river bank
Falling in love for the first time, watching shooting stars, going to an art museum, exploring a grassy meadow, bright blue eyes, peeling an orange, Sunday brunch, the smell of roses
Sunday mornings, kayaking on a lake, making s'mores on summer nights, having a picnic in a meadow, cuddling with your cat, writing in your journal, baking oatmeal and cranberry cookies
Endless rainy days, watching old French films, sipping freshly brewed coffee, getting strawberry jam on your fingers, watching historical documentaries, the scent of honeysuckle, keeping a dream journal
Dark skies, grape jelly beans, finding old love letters in your attic, going on adventures through the forest, the beach in the winter, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, quiet libraries
Dark eyes, paint stained jeans, buying new art supplies, taking late afternoon naps, binge watching tv shows, drying flowers in a book, freshly made lemonade, the scent of cotton, reading on the train
Your first heartbreak, sliding across a wood floor in your socks, orange and yellow autumn leaves blowing in the wind, cramming for a test, the scent of cinnamon, reading until you fall asleep
French braids, watching a meteor shower, a foggy shower mirror, breeze blowing through an open window, succulents, reading about space, the smell of the ocean, eating fresh red cherries
Old film cameras, newspaper clippings, a cloudless sky, yellow rain boots, picking blueberries with your brother, sleeping outside on a warm Spring night, blowing bubbles, toast with honey
Request: I am
absolutely in love with anything having to do with the reader’s ability to see
Gabe’s wings (aka soulmate fics!) Would you maybe consider doing a
Winchester!reader fic like that?
A/N: OMG. I’m
floored. I was going to wait and queue this for Friday but the response to the
first one after just an hour was stunning. Tagging @beccaamm and @fabmagines
Warnings: I don’t
think there are any?
Word Count: 2,148
Y/N = Your Name
Part Two: Molt
Soulmate. Âme sœur. Alma gemela. Línghún bànlǚ. Sōrumeito.
According to the legends, humans all
had a soulmate, another half. They were one entity when together, with two hearts
that beat as one. In a fit of jealousy, Zeus struck down all of the soulmates,
forcibly separating them so that they would wander the world, eternally
searching for their missing half. According to Castiel, that was a ridiculous
notion; souls were rarely perfectly compatible, but it did happen, and it was
always predestined because God would never make such a precise connection on
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Have a lovely day!
Word Count: 1749
Description: In which a curly haired boy adorned in all
black, falls for the laugh of a passerby
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My jet black Doc
Martin’s echoed against the hot pavement with a deafening thud as the boys and
I trapesed the boulevard of Santa Monica Pier. We’d been location scouting with
management and a few publicists for several hours now, something most musicians
won’t share with the public, though it’s a very real and painfully monotonous
part of the job. I sighed, running my fingers absentmindedly through my shock
of hazel curls that perched atop my head, damp and not nearly as pompous as
they’d been at the start of the day, after several hours of constant sun
beating down on them.
“Yo dude, how much longer do you think we’re gonna be out
here?” I muttered in frustration to the blonde boy beside me. He shrugged,
chuckling dryly as he rolled his eyes.
“Beats me, I voted for the first location- ya know, the one
we visited 4 hours ago?!” I laughed,
nodding as I patted him on the back sympathetically. The locations scouts and publicists
walked ahead of us in rigid business suits and pursed lips, clutching a hefty
red binder and a clipboard, where locations would either check off their
requests, or not. So far- not. Finally,
we stopped walking. The publicist who seemed to be leading the pack, Wendy,
turned to us, her greying-blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun behind her head
and her dark pencil skirt as unyielding as cement when she walked. I sighed.
<b>Capable:</b> I actually miss him.<p/><b>Toast:</b> You... you miss... him...<p/><b>Capable:</b> I know, I'm so stupid.<p/><b>Toast:</b> Like... like you're attracted to him...<p/><b>Capable:</b> No, I don't-<p/><b>Toast:</b> Like... he could be your boyfriend? Your war boy... war boyfriend?<p/><b></b> [pause]<p/><b>Toast:</b> I mean, I know it's really hard to meet guys right now, with the apocalypse and stuff. Trust me. And, like, I know that you miss Angharad. But Capable, this is just weird. Like, I wish the internet was still working so I could just look up whatever it is that's wrong with you.<p/></p>
My head hits the window as we pull into a place my eyes slowly adjusts to. I look over to Jinyoung and his lips press into a thin line. He gets out first and stands at the front of the car as he looks out to the secluded home, far from the city. I stay in the car. My stubbornness keeps me in place. I don’t want to get out and I certainly don’t want to enter the home if that’s the plan.
“I want it all,” I panted into that spot between Snow’s neck and shoulder, gripping onto him pathetically as our hips moved together. He was torturing me in the best way possible, taking care of me.
“You can have it,” I felt him say. His hands were so warm, hair smelled like toasted marshmallows. His growls against my hair were a gospel.
His body felt so heavy on top of mine and I wanted to laugh because I’d dreamed of this for fucking years and here I was, right where I’d always wanted to be, and I could have it any time I wanted. Under Simon Snow, in our bed, with his fingers dancing across my skin in the dark like he knew every part of me.
It had only been in my most shameful fantasies that I’d dreamed of Simon knowing my body so well, that he’d want to know my body that well. That he’d like it.
But he did, and he had. I was coming apart underneath him like usual, he was rocking into me so so sweetly, and I would never get used to it.
I want to drink hot cocoa with you at Christmas, I babbled silently, throwing my head back and licking his sweat. He felt so good in me and his kisses were so soft. I want to tie your neckties every morning because you can’t. I want kids with you. I want you to call me your husband. I want I want I want.
Uncles ziam attending Brooklyn's first ballet recital and being overly supportive. Zayn telling people "That's my godchild over there!" Bonus: if Brooklyn does something goofy on stage and they're like "Was that part of the routine?" And Caroline's like "Nope." And they all laugh fondly because that's so very Brooklyn.
I turned this into a stupid ficlet rather than a lovely drabble, sorry nonnie. Hope you enjoy.
The hall that the ballet school’s performing in is old. High arched ceilings, a brick building that stands next to the church that’s been here for centuries.
Liam and Zayn have been here once before, to watch a Christmas show when Brooklyn was 3.
Back then, the ballet school’s budget didn’t stretch to constructing sets or having anything other than a few smelly old heaters scattered around the hall, the smell of burning had meant they’d had to be turned off and everyone had sat in their winter coats shivering and clapping even more than they would have done normally just to keep warm.
Two years have passed. Two years in which a cash injection from benefactors who wanted to remain anonymous transformed the ballet school and the hall.
The hall’s warm as toast now.
The school can now do what they planned to do all along and that’s invite children of parents on benefits, who couldn’t normally afford the cost of the lessons, never mind anything else, to be part of the lessons
They can afford sets which transform any building. Like this building. As Liam and Zayn walk through the door, it’s like they’ve walked into a Winter Wonderland, there’s Christmas trees, there’s artificial snow, and then either side of where the seats are in front of the stage, it’s like they’re in an enchanted forest.
There’s snow, okay its artificial, but it still creates the effect, which falls as they walk forward and just as they reach the back row of the seats, there’s a stall with 2 women dishing out steaming hot mugs of mulled wine for the adults and hot chocolate and marshmallows for the children.
It’s not even halfway through December yet, but in Liam it stirs up that feeling of excitement that he always feels this time of year nevertheless.
They accept a mug each and there’s a flicker of recognition on one of the women’s faces and she goes to speak, but then thinks better of it and stays silent.
“Cheers babe,” Zayn presses his mug forward and clinks it into Liam’s as they step away from the stall.
“Cheers to you too love,”Liam replies then they lift the mugs upwards, not taking their eyes off each other as they each take a sip.
Zayn immediately pulls it away, pulls his face and grumbles, “Tastes more like Lemsip than bloody wine.”
Liam rolls his eyes, “Well, give it here, then Mr Grinch and I’ll have yours too, and you can have a hot chocolate with marshmallows just like all the other kids in this place,” he finishes the words with a pinch of Zayn’s cheeks.
Zayn holds up the middle finger of his free hand as his response and he looks like he’s about to say something when they hear their names being called and Liam looks to his left towards the seats, and she’s there waving and then she’s not alone, she’s
got a lady stood next to her, about the same height as Caroline.
Liam and Zayn glance at each other, shrug and Zayn continues to mumble discontentedly about the mulled wine as they walk towards Caroline and whoever the lady with her is.
Caroline and the woman meet them halfway just as Liam drains the contents of his own mug and places it on the tray of one of the caterers as they walk past.
Liam puts his hand out, ready to shake the woman’s hand when Caroline takes hold of it instead and then jerks her thumb in the direction of the fire exit in the corner of the hall.
Zayn follows behind as Caroline drags Liam towards the fire exit and the woman falls into step with Caroline and Liam.
They reach the door and Liam expects Caroline to open it, but instead she drops her hand from Liam’s and then places it on the woman’s arm.
“Sorry for the dramatics boys, but Helen here has always wondered who her anonymous benefactors are, and I know we can trust her to keep it quiet, if you two want it to remain quiet that is.”
Helen blinks, her mouth falls open before she regains some composure long enough to say.
“You are joking, right?”
Liam and Zayn shake their heads in unison before Liam explains.
“We were sat over there in the corner for the Christmas 2016 show and Brooklyn was one of the Christmas angels, except she was an angel in a duffel coat, like all the other angels cause it was freezing, and we almost froze our peanuts off.”
Zayn picks up the story then, “Yeah, and we were driving home and had the heat on full blast and Caroline was saying that never mind, no heating, there’d be no ballet school come next Christmas if they didn’t have a miracle.”
“And you were our miracle,” Helen finishes with a watery smile, “I don’t know what to say.”
She looks between Liam, Zayn and Caroline, who puts her hand on Helen’s forearm and then Helen takes a breath.
“I’d love to thank you publicly, and well, I know it easier for you now, and well no time like the pre-.”
Zayn shakes his head, glancing at Liam as he does who gives a brief nod of agreement, before he says.
“Caroline told us you told the kids that it was a present from Father Christmas, and well you can’t go back on that, let them believe that, let them believe in that till they get bored of ballet or are too old to care and are just so in love with doing it that all they’ll be is grateful they were here, and we’ll be the coolest secret Father Christmasses the world’s seen for as long as you need.”
Caroline snorts out a laugh, “That was such a lovely speech Malik, and then you messed it up with coolest anything.”
Zayn narrows his eyes, then shrugs and says, “True.”
Right at the same moment Liam does.
Caroline opens her mouth, likely to complain about how predictable they are when a bell rings and Helen claps her hands together.
“That’s my cue, or the kids’ cue anyway,” she
glances between the three of them and then takes a step forward closer to Liam and Zayn and she tentatively places a hand on their arms
“You probably think you know how much this means, but you don’t, you never will and now I’ll just have to make sure that I listen 120 more times than I normally would to your music, but even then that would never be enou
gh, please come and see us anytime.”
Liam smiles, places his hand on top of the one that’s resting on his arm and says.
She manages half a smile, the tears threatening again, and then she’s gone.
They watch after as she disappears and then Caroline clears her throat and they turn to her, before she starts to walk in the direction of their seats, before she turns briefly.
“She’s right, you know, you two, you’re not that bad for a pair of soppy losers in love you know.”
Zayn and Liam grin at her, smug expressions threatening to break their faces.
“She loves us Liam.”
“She does Zed, she can’t help it.”
As they reach the seats, she sweeps her hand in a
gesture that says,”After you,” and they feel the gentle nudge of a knee against their arses as they find their seats.
“Just be grateful it’s not a slap round the chops you cheeky sods, never too old for an arse kicking.”
They sit down then,
glance at each other, the three of them smiling before the sound of sleigh bells fills the air.
“Break a leg Brooklyn,” murmurs Zayn as the lights dim, and the spotlight finds the stage.
Hey (its me again) can I have some more phase 1 stuff. I noticed tht noodle always had like little matching space suit looking outfits. So maybe like some shopping for her with the boys?? Idek u just always seem to come up with rlly cute creative things but keep it in perfect characterization and I just love ur writing okay. Thanks❤️ -h
again, sweet anon h, I spend some time researching her outfits, and came to the
conclusion that they, obviously, looked very much like some kimono-like
Japanese uniforms. Hope this is okay! It was fun writing it. ALSO U SEEM RLY
NICE, i wanna know who you are)
had tried everything by now; begged, ordered, persuaded with candy and ice
cream. Nothing helped, and though she was little, she stood her ground and
yelled a big “No”, one of the words she’d learnt in English, and a pretty useful
one, each time they presented actual clothes to her. Apparently, fashion for
10-year-olds weren’t tasteful to tiny Noodle but in all fairness, none of the
band members really liked pink. She had to wear something though and when they
rotated the responsibility of getting her dressed and ready each morning, it
was the same for each of them. They’d choose a piece of clothing but she’d
refuse to wear it unless they’d explained that she’d have to wear that or
caught her several times looking through their drawers and pull on their long-sleeved
shirts. They were way too big for her, almost looking like oversized dresses as
she nearly stumbled in them when trying to walk in them. She’d call their names
excitedly and then swing around the big sleeves with a grin. None of them ever
got mad at her but she got mad when they wouldn’t let her wear them.
you can’t wear that, please take it off,” Murdoc sighed, “I can’t pull it offyou, it wouldn’t seem appropriate.”
Noodle said defiantly and spun around to make the sleeves flap in the air, “No,
it’s my shirt,” he tried again but she just shouted again, “Fucking hell,
wasabi girl, take it off.”
and 2D eyed them from across the room, Noodle having stolen Murdoc’s chosen
shirt for the day. Russel smirked, “Seems like you gonna have to give it up.”
it, it’s the only one I have that’s clean,” Murdoc replied bitterly and began
pulling at the sleeve, causing Noodle to yell at him in Japanese.
one of the dirty ones? Body odor never seemed to bother you,” 2D snorted and
Russel started laughing. Murdoc grumbled, eventually giving up when Noodle
you little shi-,” he was cut off by Russel’s raised brow, “Fine, Russel, you
say something to her then!”
well,” Russel walked up to Noodle, crouching down to look at her as she still
flapped the oversized sleeves, “Noodle, look at me.”
she did and Russel cleared his throat, trying his hardest to form a sentence in
his head. His Japanese was horrible but he figured that after the
hair-trimmer-incident, where Noodle had nearly shaved all her hair off, he’d
have to just learn a few words and commands. It took him a moment before he
eventually said something close to a sentence, “Noodle, how about we go out to
buy clothes and you can choose whatever you want?”
eyed him suspiciously but eventually nodded with a big grin, “Yes!”
turned out that even though Noodle got to choose whatever she wanted, she was
still picky as hell, dragging her boys from store to store, and looking miffed
at every piece of clothing that she passed. She wanted nothing in too bright
colours, nothing with patterns of princesses, butterflies or flowers. It was
horrid because somehow clothing industries were certain that all girls liked
pink and purple with glitter and rainbows.
literally tried everything,” 2D groaned, stopping up to light a cigarette and
refusing to walk anymore. He sat down on the nearest bench, “When can we go home?
My feet are tired.”
nodded, sitting down on the opposite side of the bench, “For once I actually
agree with Dimwit, dare I say that I want to take my boots off.”
like your hooves,” 2D grumbled at the nickname, crossing his arms over his chest
and tapping the cigarette.
up, 2D,” Murdoc said bitterly and Russel sighed deeply, holding Noodle’s hand
tighter so she wouldn’t run off.
two better get off your asses so we can move on, there’s still loads of shops
left and I’m not gonna break my promise to her. She will pick something she
likes before we go home. Simply parenting, you know,” Russel lectured, picking
Noodle up and let her sit on his shoulders, legs around him, “Are you going to
keep on whining or?”
what seemed like, and probably was, hours, Noodle finally started speaking up
and pointing to a tiny shop. It was one of those that you didn’t really notice
when walking down the streets and Murdoc held up his arms, “I rarely say this
but thank God.”
smiled, trying not to show how badly his feet hurt from walking for hours. He
put Noodle down onto the ground again and she happily ran into the small,
little bell chimed as they walked in and a little old, Japanese lady looked up
from the counter. She smiled widely as soon as she saw Noodle, waving at her
and Noodle excitedly looked at all the things. There were lots of colours,
making most of them almost dizzy. Daruma Dolls, Lucky Cats, different coloured
paper laterns, the smell of matcha tea and several different tea sets and
porcelain. What caught Noodle’s attention was neither of those things, instead
she steered towards a rack of clothing which only contained what seemed to be
Japanese-like, old fashioned kimonos; long jackets with wide sleeves and a
didn’t we think of that?” 2D said with a whimper, crossing his legs and
examining his poor feet after sitting down on a chair, “It makes sense she’d
want something that reminded her of home.”
shop is creeping me out,” Murdoc mumbled, looking at the Daruma Dolls, “Hah!
This one har your eyes, Faceache!” He picked one up and the lady immediately
snapped at him in Japanese, causing him to put it down as he looked completely
flustered. Noodle’s eyes widened and she started giggling. The woman walked up
to her and spoke softly in Japanese, pointing at the different pieces of
Noodle, you can choose whatever you want in here,” Russel reminded her and the
woman translated, making Noodle look up at Russel with wide eyes. She walked to
hug him close, her head on his stomach.
on then, Noodle, choose something,” 2D encouraged from his seat and the woman
slowly translated for them. He finally stood again and walked up to look
through the rack with her, “You should definitely model for us, right Russel?”
looked excited at that and nodded, picking out a red outfit with white sleeves.
She showed Russel, who nodded approvingly. It was a long, red jacket with
buttons all the way down and it had matching shorts to go with it. Where the
breast pocket should’ve been, there was a small white logo of something neither
of them knew.
was lead to a changing room by the owner and soon came out in the outfit and
her helmet. She beamed, hands in her sides, and spun around.
this, I’m going for a cigarette, anyone got a lighter?” Murdoc said after a
little while, looking quite unimpressed and still bitter at the fact that he
had been scolded by an old, Japanese lady.
took surprisingly little time for Noodle to choose several outfits, including a
sandy coloured one and a black one. She was happier than ever as she was
allowed to leave in the red one, and even Murdoc had to smile at the
sight of her. It didn’t last long when the rest of the band presented a Daruma
Doll for him, which he didn’t find funny at all. Though especially Noodle found
became much easier to get on with their mornings after this, and the person
being responsible of her getting dressed and ready for the day, started getting
their morning tea and toast warm instead of cold.