[This is for @keirdark since she has awesome AUs and makes awesome drabbles all the damn time. <3 you and I hope you like this! This could have been done a thousand different ways, sure but I went with this one and I’m hoping it’s okay.]
Have you ever heard the story between the Sun and Moon? Of
the love between them that gives us life at the cost of their own happiness?
Let me tell you.
The sun brought everything people could wish for; light to
farm and play under, gave beautiful flowers that bloomed under his light, crops
that grew and fed thousands, even animals to hunt and kill for their hide and
even more food. Everyone praised the sun for his abilities and gifts he nurtured
and cared for. Without the sun, there would be nothing. The sun was so happy to
do this, to make people smile, yet, he had a piece of him missing. An emptiness
that could never be filled no matter all the laughter and cries of happiness he
heard from those that thanked him, remained. Yet, he never wished to bring
sorrow to those that relied on him so much, and so, he pushed that feeling as
deep down as one could, and let the warm golden rays of sunlight flow from his
fingertips to the people as far as he could spread it.
The moon on the other hand, brought things that people were
grateful for; telling them when to rest from a hard day’s work or to go home
after playing, a time for everything to rest and have more energy to grow under
the sun’s light, it gave some things the time to move and play, and some
flowers to bloom for the moon’s glow. It was never as lively as the sun, yet, the
moon was happy with what he had. The beings that howled to him praised him for
the sleep, the waters that he pushed up erasing everything from the sun’s play
to start fresh again. He brought a beauty that few could see with his companions.
The stars above basked in the darkness and thanked the moon for their time to
be seen by stunned eyes.
It was like yin and yang, light and dark, though, no evil
arose between them. Although the moon was happy with what he had, he wanted a
taste of the sun’s light, of the rays that seemed to make his own quiet palace
rumble and quake with unknown efforts.
One day, the moon did not move, he waited to see the sun and
his beauty, to see what people praised and adored. It was not long before he
felt that need to start moving, bring darkness and rest to those that needed
it. He told himself to stay, and watched with eager eyes.
It was like nothing he had ever seen before.
The sun seemed so young and lively, beautiful caramel skin
that had speckles of gold littered about, and from his fingertips spouted rays
that brightened everything in their path. He made colors come to life, he made
flowers start to bloom in the morning dew, and made the moon’s heart skip a
beat. The sun had a beauty that was like no other, and when he shifted his gaze
to him, his eyes were captivating. They were so blue, mimicking the sky that
now was bright under his authority. He felt hooked from the very beginning. He
saw a wonderful smile fall onto the soft lips, it was small, yet, and it held
such a brightness it almost made the moon want to retreat. He wanted to stay
longer, to bask in more of the sun’s beauty and what it was doing, but he knew
he couldn’t. No, he had to continue to bring rest; but surely, he would see the
The moon left with no words and the sun felt so saddened. A
stranger he never knew before, another god that felt so like him. His pale skin
was so unlike his own, he wanted to touch it, to feel that one hand he could
see. Was he the moon that those spoke about? That brought gleaming stars that
shined like precious stones? He hoped so, his own shine was breathtaking, and
caused him to immediately feel that hole in him to fill. Love at first sight
was silly to mere mortals, but to gods, they knew when they were destined to be
He was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse.
Months and years went by in seemingly seconds to the gods.
The moon was infatuated with the sun, and stayed after at times to catch
glimpses and see what he could. The sun quick other times to pass through
earlier, to see the moon he had fallen for. The two attempted to reach, but
never came close enough to fill that part of them missing. Throughout the
years, the moon found the sun to have the other gods call him Lance, and he had
never heard of such a more fitting name for the god in his entire creation. He
once had stars crash into Earth a few times to give the sun a name for himself.
It was the name of a child born in the moon’s glow that he had found himself
attracted to. Shiro. Both of the gods fell into adoration for those names,
often thinking about the other when they could.
At one point, the moon could not take enough. He needed to
see the sun, he needed to see Lance for all he was and hold him just once even
if it meant rejection. He waited until the middle of their days, and pushed
himself into the sun’s domain. He could see the way those blue eyes widened at
him, and those lips part in a gasp. It was so painful, to know he could never
completely be with the sun as he wanted to.
The sun had no idea that the moon would do this, though he
was not complaining. He opened his arms and once the moon was close enough,
embraced with all of his might. His bright rays turned into a reddish hue with
the moon’s dark ones. Lance could feel Shiro’s soft and cold skin, his god-like
body, his pale skin, even the cosmic dust that made up for an arm. For just a
little bit, that emptiness in him was finally filled.
He pulled back, cupping the moon’s cheeks and smiling as he
tilted into his warm touch. It felt so right, and brought both of them to tears
at their union.
“I could not wait another moment without seeing you my Sun,
you have taken my heart and wrapped it in your warm glow. Every moment without
you is painful, and brings sorrow to me.” It was whispered, and with a chilled
hand, he cupped the sun’s cheek in return. He could hear that chuckle and he
knew flowers bloomed once they heard it.
“My moon… Your cool beams have entrapped me since I first
laid my eyes on you. It is just as painful for me, I wish nothing more than to
have this moment with you forever. My dear Shiro.” It was soft, and carefully
the two came together in a kiss. It was like nothing else the two could ever
describe. They wanted to hold each other dear and never let go.
Alas, this could not happen as the moon felt a pull and he
could not disobey it. Both blue and grey eyes widened, but understood. They
held on to their hands for as long as one could. The moon basking in the sun’s
warmth for just a few moments longer while the sun relished in the coolness the
“Shiro! Please do not leave me!” The sun begged, golden
tears flooding his eyes.
“It will be alright my darling, I will be back once more. We
will never be apart for long. I promise Lance.” The moon assured, smiling
somberly before the grip was lost. The moon was back where it belonged and the
sun was returned to shining its light with no disturbance. If one could hear
close enough however, the sound of heartbroken cries could be heard, flooding
the Earth in a sudden warmth that was almost bitter.
It would not be for years until the moon could make such a
bold move again, yet with every passing Earth second the two fantasied about
their next meeting. They had duties as gods to help the people that worshiped
The sun chased after the moon, to attempt to finally catch
what he wished and longed for; bringing day in his path. The moon did the same,
bringing night as he went after the sun. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to
stay or arrive and get longing looks at each other, a promise in their eyes
that they would become close again soon.
Until the end of time, the sun would chase the moon in
fleeting hopes to entangle him in his warmth for all eternity. The moon would
chase the sun in desperate attempts to have his coldness catch the sun until
nevermore. Their love is the reason the sun rises and the moon sets, and why
the solar eclipse is so beautiful to us.
Nothing is more beautiful than the love that is seen between the
sun and the moon.
oh a random slice of life from visiting my sister in Maryland. It was me, my older sister the Lt. Col. (who just moved to MD from GA), and Middle-Little sister, and we were painting Lt. Col. Sister’s middle son’s room in the new house. It had wood-panel walls and glossy black trim, it had to go before the child could really live there, he’s a seven-year-old ball of sunshine and can’t be subjected to wood paneling. So we painted it all in shades of blue and it took forgoddamnever.
At one point someone brought up the thing about the Gay Cousin– you know, how there’s always one– and how our group of cousins is so white-bread that I’m the closest thing we have. And yeah, I mean, I’m a whole person, so I count, but I’m so invisibly queer, I’ve had the same dude for 15 years now and nobody realizes.
As if to prove the point, Lt. Col. Husband was standing in the doorway with a beer, having just put the kids to bed, and said, “Wait, in what way are you the gay cousin???”
I’ve known the guy a decade. “I’m bi,” I said. “I was pretty serious with a woman before Dude. I’m clearly not super into getting around, but I’m definitely not a straight person either.”
He was like, “does that count??” and to their credit, both of my sisters were like, “yes that counts what is wrong with you”, and he sort of went off and stood in the corner with his feathers all ruffled for a moment.
Buddy, I’m the sister that likes you, don’t screw this up. And also, yet more testament to the fact that if you don’t know any gay people, it’s because you’re not paying attention.
This narrative of how you Come Out one time and then you’re Gay Forever is like, the least true thing ever to become a narrative trope…
Also he tried to argue about the upcoming cakes for gays Supreme Court case on the basis of homophobia being a 2,000-year-old religious practice and i was like are you seriously reducing all of Christianity to homophobia maybe crack a Bible sometime and read the bit where Jesus actually talked, it might open your eyes. Also if it’s cool to refuse cakes for gays, why can’t lunch counters be whites only too? I mean what kind of America are you arguing to live in, here?
I got the feeling he was doing the white dude arguing for the sake of arguing thing that’s so fucking obnoxious, but I was Not Having It so we didn’t get far into that. I told him to let me paint his child’s bedroom in peace.
*Stanley’s a good musician. He plays a lot of instruments but he mostly play the harpsichord and guitar. (This also adds to the “Madame Garderobe and Cadenza are Stan’s parents AU)
*While Stanley was still pining over Lefou and Lefou being all pining to Gaston. Stanley used to send secret recordable greeting cards and recorded in the card was his own original song just for Lefou. (Idk if those stuff exists in the 18th century but if not then let this be a modern AU or something)
*Lefou always blushes and laughs uncontrollably when he gets one. He would always keep those cards in his secret cabinet.
*Of course Lefou doesn’t know it was Stan but he had some suspicion because of the familiarity of the voice.
*Stanley would always write new songs and poetry every month.
*When they’re finally dating Stanley finally confesses that it was him who keeps sending those cards.
*There was a moment of silence then a few seconds later Lefou grabbed Stanley’s hand and dragged him away.
* “Lefou where are we going?!” “Oh you’ll see…”
*Lefou stopped at the very top of the green hills where it’s far away from the village. In that hill there was a huge tree and scattered rose petals.
* “I’ve been waiting for this moment in my entire life…” Lefou grabbed a guitar secretly hidden behind the trees.
“We’re far apart in every way.
But you’re the best part of my day
And sure as I breathe the air.
I know we are the perfect pair.
On a prickly path that goes on for miles.
But it’s worth it just to see you smile.
And I cannot be pulled apart.
From the hold you have on my heart and even if the world tells us it’s wrong.
You’re in my head like a catchy song.”
* “Woah….” “Do you like it?”
*Stanley was silent
* “*sigh* I know you hate it… Just forget this ever hap-”
* “I love it so much…”
* “Really?” “ YEAH! It’s the best song I ever heard in my entire life…”
* “Heh… I’m glad you like it…”
* “You never told me you play the guitar!”
“Oh yeah… I actually just learned playing it 2 months ago.”
“Hey that’s unfair! I’ve spent my whole life mastering to play while you’re already an expert in a few months !”
“Don’t want to brag but I’m a fast learner”
*Tickle fights because of Stan being jelly of Lefou’s music mastery
*Then Stanley and Lefou kissed. “I love you so much. What did I do to deserve you?” Stanley said to Lefou laying next to each other watching the beautiful blue skies.
*Few minutes later they got bored and had the cutest and amazing duet you could ever hear.
* “Tale as old as time….” “Song as old as rhyme….” “BEAUTY AND THE BEASTTTTT”
*They sung and made out for hours until it got dark. They both walked together , holding hands and hummed all the way back to their home. “
*Stanley finally reached his house and kissed Lefou goodbye.
i. certain things - james arthur // ii. photograph - ed sheeran // iii. i’m gonna be (500 miles) - sleeping at last (cover) // ix. mine - taylor swift // x. ghosts that we knew - mumford and sons // xi. something i need - onerepublic // xii. thinking out loud - ed sheeran // xii. can’t help falling in love - keaton henson (cover) // xiii. stay stay stay - taylor swift
Why is being ugly so cool now? You're unoriginal.. So typical. You look like any other basic bitch on tumblr. With your dirty hair and "edgy" haircut. Thick brows because of the "aesthetic" huh? Those chokers that were popular in 2003. God you're such a dumb ass. No offense.
OMG you are soooo angry why?? Who hurt you? btw love how you use every characteristic you can think of to tear me down and then follow up with no offense lmao. you made me laugh a little thanks for that and I hope your day improves and your senseless bitter attitude dissipates