“I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. — Howl’s Moving Castle
SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL DEAD.
SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL MONSTERS.
OK. FINE. IF THE GIRL WHO LIKES KISSING
GIRLS MUST DIE, THEN FINE. I’LL SHOW YOU
A DEAD GIRL: SHE WILL BE DEAD
AND MERCILESS. GO AHEAD. BURY HER.
THIS TIME SHE WILL RISE. SHE WILL CLAW
HER WAY UP. GRAVE-DIRT UNDER
HER FINGERNAILS. DRIPPING AND DARK-HAIRED
FROM THE WATER. YOU WANTED A DEAD GIRL
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A DEAD GIRL.
YOU WANTED A MONSTER
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A MONSTER.
IF THERE MUST BE BLOOD
THEN THERE WILL BE BLOODSHED,
DO YOU HEAR ME?
IF SHE IS A MONSTER FOR LOVING GIRLS
THEN SHE IS A MONSTER, THIS TIME.
SHE WILL HAUNT THIS HOUSE YOU BUILT.
SHE WILL SHAKE THOSE BONES.
DON’T YOU KNOW YOU LEFT HER HUNGRY?
LISTEN TO ME. IF YOU WANT A HORROR SHOW
THEN I WILL GIVE YOU A HORROR SHOW.
DON’T KILL ANYTHING
YOU AREN’T PREPARED
TO MAKE A GHOST OF.
I hoped and prayed that you would come back and we would live happily ever after. But the truth is, you had your chance and you threw it away. So now I sincerely hope you never come back because I don’t know if my heart can handle saying goodbye to you again.
But I’ll survive cause that’s what I do - Jess Amelia
I have this feeling that it’s not over. It’s not that I think he’s gonna come running back, and we will live happily ever after. I’m not deluding myself like that, but I know somewhere deep down that we haven’t seen the last of each other. Maybe in a week or ten years down the road, I know we will find each other and smile. We were two scared, young kids in love, and I know that our flame burned one another to the point of indifference, but when we see each other again, I know we will smile at one another. We may never be the same, but I think that’s what made it so special. He was my first love, and that will never change.
“I think we ought to live happily ever after,“ and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try.
"It should be hair-raising,” added Howl.
“And you’ll exploit me,” Sophie said.
“And then you’ll cut up all my suits to teach me.”
-Diana Wyne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle
Painted on borrowed time so lots of messy details sorry argh >_<;;
One of my favourite Ghibli movies , and the book made me love it even more! <3 I was always afraid to draw fanart for it, because I kept feeling like I would mess up (and I did lol); well in the end I listened to some advice and just went for it aha.
Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.
1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”
Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!
A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~
Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.
Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.
Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.
You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”
“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”
You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).
“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said
“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”
After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.
But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.
Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.
When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.
“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.
“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.
“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”
“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”
“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked
“Bring you anything like what?”
“Well, i’m very hungry,”
“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”
“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.
“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”
You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.
“What movies are we watching tonight?”
“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”
“Sure,” you nodded.
Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.
“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.
You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.
The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.
“Told you,” you muttered.
You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.
“What now?” Your asked.
“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.
“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”
“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked
“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.
Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”
“Sure,” you agreed.
Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.
There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”
You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.
“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.
“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”
“A little concern would be nice,”
Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.
“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.
“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“What?” Peter asked
“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why not?” You asked.
You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.
“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”
“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”
“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”
“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”
“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”
“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”
“Wait… you do?” Peter asked
“Yes!” You exclaimed.
“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”
“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.
Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”
“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”
Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.
He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.
You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”
Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”
Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.
“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.
fave moments of howl’s moving castle (the book) which should be more aptly named “In which Howl is a Drama Queen, Calcifer is a smartass, Michael is good and pure and Sophie has to clean up their mess (and also save the day)”
that random awkward chick at the beginning who runs away with a count
soPHIE’S CLEANING RAMPAGE
“DON’T HURT THE SPIDERS”
“how long did howl spend in the bathroom?” “two hours” “the day he spends less than that getting ready to see a girl is the day he’s in love, and no later”
“i’m going up to my room now, where i may die”
“im so sick im seeing spots” “those are spiders”
that one part when howl starts crying about not being able to love someone and sophie’s just awkward
*sarcastically* “sophie dear”
“i think i’m dying of boredom,” howl said pathetically. “or maybe just dying.”
the entire michael and martha (but as lettie) arc because sweet, good children
the mysteries of welsh rugby jackets
“my shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me”
“then i find out he undercharges poor people. i don’t know, your majesty. he’s a mess.”
“she said ‘over my dead body’ so i took her for her word”
“keep behind me, michael” “eaveSDROPPER!! SNOOPER!!!” “WHAT’S WRONG, DID YOU WANT THE SHUTTERS BLACK AND GOLD TOO???”
the fact that howl’s like “well im probably gonna die by the witch of the waste on midsummer’s day but at least my rugby club reunion is on midsummer’s night eve so time to get wasted, lads”
drunk howl attempting to stagger back to his bed and running into walls and singing welsh drinking songs
“go to sleep, you fool, you’re drunk” “who me? i assure you my friends, i am cone sold stober”
“i think we ought to live happily ever after”
“don’t bother me now. i only did it for the money.” “liar.”
I just finished Howl’s Moving Castle and oh god guys I have so many feelings about this book
I could go on and on about how wise and funny and wonderful it is (and I might, at some point, but I’m sure people infinitely more eloquent than me have already shared their thoughts) but right now I need to talk about Sophie and Howl because HOW I LOVE THEM
Probably my ultimate weakness is those couples that you don’t see coming, the ones that sneak up on you. The problem with couples that are obviously endgame from the first is that (although there are some that are well written) the majority just end up being dull. When you know from the very first scene that two people are going to get together, there’s nothing to root for.
When it comes to my OTPs, I need to be caught off guard. I need to fall in love with them slowly, even as they fall in love with each other.
And that’s where I think Howl’s Moving Castle shines. I watched the movie before I read the book, so I knew how it ends, but I really do believe that anyone who hadn’t already seen the film could make it through at least half the book without thinking, well, Howl and Sophie are definitely endgame. Their relationship up till then is a thing of beauty in and of itself, even without the factor of romance.
And, oh, god. Don’t even get me started on the snark. I adore snarky couples in any and every permutation. I read them. I watch them. I write them. When I die, bury me in wryly sarcastic OTPs.
(Note that there is a world of difference between snarky and cruel. I do not need or want couples who are terrible to each other, but OTPs who bat conversation back and forth between them like a ping-pong ball, who keep each other on their toes - ah, they are my catnip and kryptonite. See also: Jeff/Annie, Merlin/Arthur)
Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.
Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader
Summary- Mal’s plan doesn’t work out very well, (Y/N)’s and Harry’s past is revealed.
Warning(s)- Kidnapping, Cursing, Hating Uma, Talking about abuse.
A/N- I’ve decided to make a part 3 or maybe even a miniseries, idk which one yet.
Imagine being betrothed to your life-long friend, Robb Stark, and having an awkward conversation about your future wedding night.
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Hey, loveeee! Are your requests open? May I have a one shot/imagine with Robb? Maybe he and S/o being friends, like really good friends, but get awkward around each other after some alliance or being betrothed? And please, with happy alive Stark family?? Love your writhing! S2s2
The TVD finale was perfect, especially the last scene.
left the show, or even sooner, the story was no longer about a love triangle, it was about these two
brothers, Damon and Stefan. They did awful things to each other, and hated each other for years too, but at the end they found peace together. The
last scene of TVD could have been Elena and Damon living happily ever after,
but we got something better, we got to see the reunion of the two Salvatore brothers
in the after life. Damon’s final words to Stefan were his first ones too, so in
that moment everything came full circle. At the end of the day it was not about Delena, Stelena or any other romantic ship, it was Defan, and I loved it.
Ten years from now I don’t want to tell the story of how I lost the boy of my dreams because I was too afraid to try. No, that’s not my story. This is my story.
I love you. Or at least I like you a lot. I don’t know how it works because I’ve never felt anything this strong before. That might sound crazy but it’s true. You are constantly in my head, like this annoying song stuck on repeat and you try to get it out of there but you can’t. And when we’re together I am insanely happy. And I say insanely because it’s just so much happiness that it almost drives me insane thinking about it. You are goofy and handsome and smart and incredible and so beautiful. Just all of you, in every way, is beautiful.
So maybe my story won’t end with you and me being together. Maybe we won’t ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. But now I know I’ve tried. My story may not be perfect but at least I know that I wrote it, I didn’t let it write me.
triggers/warnings: mentions of blood and very minor character injury
simon shows up to the flat with a black eye and a cut lip, refusing to talk about what happened, so a worried penelope asks baz to come over (or the one where simon’s insecure, and baz is terrible at comforting his dragon boyfriend)
a/n: @cherryonsimon is the greatest beta and y’all should go tell her nice things :D
The door to the flat swings open and Simon barrels his way inside. I gasp when I see him: his shirt is torn with flecks of red (Is that blood?) splattered around the neckline; his hair looks dirty and matted, like he’s been rolling around on the ground; and there’s a definite limp in his step. After slamming the door shut, he winces and grabs his wrist, and that’s when I notice his eye.
“Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon! What happened to you?”
He won’t look at me and the expression on his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It frightens me a bit, but it’s still just as important to me that Simon knows I’m not afraid of him, so I take a step forward. He recoils and pushes past me towards his room, slamming the door once inside, making me flinch.
The sound reverberates through the living room before plunging the flat into absolute silence. It’s horrible.
After taking a moment to collect myself, I walk towards his room, hesitating a beat before knocking. “Simon?” No answer. I try again, knocking louder this time, but he still won’t answer. I try turning the knob, but it’s locked. Chewing on my lip, I consider spelling it open, but that would be breaking unspoken roommate rules, so I do the only thing I can think of right now.
I ring Baz.
* * * Baz
I’m sitting in an evening lecture when my mobile starts to vibrate. It’s on the desk and the noise makes a few of my fellow students turn around and stare. I sneer at them (old habits), and look to see who’s calling.
It’s not that we aren’t close enough to call each other, it’s just that we never do. The fact that she has, and especially during a time she knows I’m at school, makes my blood run cold. I’m so distracted with worry that I forget to move the desk over, and when I go to stand it pins me to the chair. Cursing loudly–and drawing even more curious eyes–I slam the damned piece of wood out of the way, and stalk out of the hall.
I manage to answer on the last ring.
“Baz?” Bunce’s voice sounds strange through the speaker, like she’s trying not to cry, “can you come over? Something’s happened with Simon.”
I drop the phone and it shatters on the pavement.
* * * Penelope
For the second time tonight, the door to the flat swings open. Only this time it’s Baz who practically falls through, righting himself at the last minute. He looks like he ran the entire distance between school and the flat. The screen of the mobile he’s clutching is shattered, something I don’t remember seeing before. Is that my fault?
“B–” I don’t even get a chance to say his full name when he marches towards me, our difference in height making itself known as he towers over me. (In reality it’s only several inches.) (It feels like miles.)
“Where is he?”
I point to Simon’s room and Baz nods. I wish I could tell him what happened, but I don’t exactly know myself. I just know I can’t fix this alone.
The smell of blood hit me as soon as I entered the flat and it only gets stronger the closer I get to the bedroom.
Snow’s door is locked, so I cast when one door closes. It works, and the one in front of me opens wide. I can’t see anything at first; Snow’s drawn the curtains shut and even turned out the light in the en suite, drowning the room in darkness. I use my mobile to guide me towards his bed and the red lump that I assume is my boyfriend.
“Snow?” I ask, biting my lip. Perhaps I should use his first name, given the situation, but I try and reserve that for when I really need it, like when we’re being soft. Or when I want him to know I’m afraid. “Snow?” I try again and the lump doesn’t move, but it does yelp when I poke it with the tip of my wand.
“Go away,” I hear him mumble, but I know he doesn’t mean it. (The door spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted to let me in.)
I square my shoulders. “No.” I need Snow to tell me what happened and I’ll stand here all night if I have to. This must occur to him, because he lifts his head.
My breath catches when I see his black eye and bloody lip. I reach out to touch them, pulling my hand back at the last minute.
“What happened to you?”
He shrugs and I want to strangle him.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I snap.
“I got in a fight on my way home.”
“There were 3 or 4 guys; I don’t remember. They wanted my wallet, but I’d forgotten it at work and they weren’t very happy about that.”
I try to stop myself from picturing the scene in my head. Snow on the ground, surrounded by these men, being hurt by these men. Snow. Defenseless. I can’t process it.
Although he hasn’t held that title in a long time, Snow will always be the chosen one to me; seeing him so broken and defeated over something like this is overwhelming. He’s supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be brave, he’s supposed to save the world. He’s supposed to be able to save himself.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Simon beaten and bloody, but it’s the worst time. It’s not that his injuries are severe (they really aren’t), it’s just that…
This wasn’t supposed to happen any more. We were supposed to disguise as regular Normals and live our happily ever after; nothing bad was supposed to touch us again.
Then he goes and gets himself mugged. It’s so horribly mundane, so insignificant next to every creature and task he’s taken on, yet this is the thing that breaks him. I’m furious on his behalf. I want to hurt the people who hurt him.
I swallow. “What happened next?”
“I tried–I tried to call–my sword…but–”
“It didn’t come.” I don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. I can’t believe this, “you were going to try fighting off a bunch of thugs with a sword? Are you daft?”
He looks miserable. “I was distracted by that long enough to give them a chance to jump me, and, well…” he rolls his hurt wrist and I catch it between my fingers, pulling my wand from my pocket with my other hand. He grits his teeth as I cast get well soon, listening for the crack that signifies it worked. I bring his now healed wrist to my lips and kiss it, feeling his pulse thumping under my lips.
Snow clenches his hand into a fist and I drop his arm, looking up at his face and hating what I see there. The healing spell had taken care of his eye and lip, but that lip is quivering now, and fat tears are beginning to rolls down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts gulping air, his arms wrapped around his knees and head bowed.
I want to reach out and touch him; make this better, make this go away, make him stop. I want to make him stop. He’s almost sobbing now and I don’t know what to do. I have to stop this.
“Shut up, Simon! Just shut up!”
His head snaps up and he looks at me as if I’ve slapped him. I almost feel like I have.
“What the fuck, Baz?” his breath catches on my name and I feel my heart sink just that much more.
I didn’t mean it. I want to apologize, but the words won’t come; they’re stuck in my throat and I clench my fists as I try to force them out. He’s still staring at me, his face etched in an angry frown, and I give up on speaking.
He watches me warily as I sit down on the bed and I flinch. The scent of blood is stronger now, and I can feel my fangs threatening to pop. I curse the fact that I haven’t fed recently and try to will them to stay put. The last thing I need to do is make the situation worse.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper and he blinks at me. “I’m sorry,” I repeat and his face crumples as he falls forward. I let him bury his face into my chest, let him clutch at my shirt, let his tears soak the fabric. I let him cry until he can’t anymore. His breathing is even and quiet now; and I’m relieved.
Baz pulls me close, pressing a kiss against my temple: once, twice, three times. I can tell he thinks I’m asleep, because he’s murmuring things he’d never let me hear otherwise. He’s calling me Simon and telling me he loves me and how scared he was and how brave and stupid I am.
He starts scratching lightly at the spot between my wings, the one he knows I love, and I’m melting into the mattress.
He somehow manages to press himself even closer, his breathing tickling my ear as he whispers, “you’re so bloody stupid, you know that? I don’t need a Chosen One; I don’t need a fairy tale; I certainly don’t need some self-sacrificing superhuman with a hero complex. I just want you, Simon Snow.” He stops to kiss my shoulder.
“I just want you.” It’s a reassurance and a promise. And I believe it.
I want you too, I think back at him, I want you too.