#'I never had the courage of my convictions/As long as danger is near'

[obsidianas]

when taylor swift said "Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me / Flashback to my mistakes / My rebounds, my earthquakes / Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me"

[caruliaa]

girls when ill give you my sunshine give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if youre standing with me

[writersblockiskillingme]

Peace | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader (fem!District12!Baird!reader)

Summary: Coriolanus Snow never thought that he would find peace, until he did.

Warning/s: Snow being in love, Snow being Snow, talk about death (reader is alive, don't worry), possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Inspired by one and only Taylor Swift.

Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

No, I could never give you peace

Coriolanus Snow could swear that the rustling of the grass beneath his shoes couldn't be louder as he walked in the Meadow.

However, even though he felt an odd irritation towards that, he felt good. He was finally able to get rid of his Peacekeeper white uniform which he replaced with a simple white shirt and some gray pants that he found. His dog tag was still hanging from around his neck. He forgot to take it off from all of the haste when he was trying to find you as fast as he possibly could once his shift ended for the day.

The wind was dancing gracefully across the leaves on the trees surrounding the always oh so peaceful Meadow just a little outside of the border of District 12.

District 12.

Coriolanus Snow was still a little bit doubtful when it came to the loser District.

He could remember his hated towards, well, everyone and everything when he found out that he was going to be deported for the Peacekeepers. He could still remember that empty feeling when he sat at, what seemed like, the most uncomfortable chair in the world as someone started to cut his blonde locks away.

He lost everything. Every hope for the better.

That is up until it was reported to him that he could chose any District in all of the Panem that he wished.

Coriolanus could've been deported to a nice, clean District like 1 or 2. Yet he chose the poorest District of all. The words "District 12" left his mouth without the second thought when the authorities asked him where he wanted to be deported. He didn't even speare one single thought as he said it.

He asked himself, why did he do it? The question wouldn't leave his mind. It haunted him every day. It clouded his ever racing mind.

Why did he do it?

Yet now, he finally spotted a figure sitting on a giant rock, playing the guitar while muttering the words as she tried to write yet another masterpiece that he was going to cherish forever.

Your hair was flowing around in the wind as your fingers graced the strings of your guitar that Coriolanus got for you from the Capitol.

He tried to stay as quiet as he possibly could. He didn't want this moment to end. He didn't want you to stop singing so he froze once he got close enough so he could listen to you for a bit.

Even the mockingjays on the trees seemed to quiet down as you played the guitar. They were soaking up every melody, every note that you decided to grace the word with.

"And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me"

Your melodic voice rang around the Meadow. So quiet yet so powerful. Graced with softness and pure care. He didn't deserve you. He knew that.

Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that truly mattered was the fact that you were alive.

Every doubt he had racing, cursing, his mind vanished forevermore as he listened to you sing and play your guitar, when he saw you performing with the rest of the Covey, your family, the night after he got deported to 12.

Right now, nothing was more important to him than you. He didn't care about his deportation, about Dr. Gaul, about Highbottom.

Maybe he was clueless. Maybe it was his fault for letting himself feel vulnerable in this very moment in the Meadow outside of 12. Or maybe he was just young and dumb for finally letting his guard down... but he felt like there was hope for him at last. Because you were here. You were alive, and if he had to mess up his reputation and lose everything once more just so he could here the sweetest of melodies leaving your lips he was sure that he would do it.

"No, I could never give you peace"

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade ocean wave blues come

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Coriolanus felt himself freeze completely.

His brain nor his body was working anymore as he watched the screen along with the rest of his classmates that were chosen to be mentors for this year's tributes in the Hunger Games.

The scene was tough to watch. He wanted to look away yet he found himself unable to do so.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't rip his eyes away from the screen that showed reaping the tribute he was supposed to mentor.

A girl from District 12.

He felt uneasy the moment he found out who he was supposed to be mentoring, he felt like his hope was lost. His hope for winning the Plinth Prize and repearing his reputation was ruined. He was ruined.

But now, as he watched you step in after your name was called out, he felt unfamiliar feeling of pure warmth growing and spreading in his chest, consuming him completely. The feeling was unknown, it made him feel weak. Out of control. He hated it.

Yet, as Coriolanus watched your hair bounce as you stepped out of the crowd in the middle of the square, he felt like he would fight the devil himself just so he could make sure that you were safe, that you were going to get out of the arena alive.

He watched your expression and your posture. You were trying to appear as calm and unbothered as possible. You were successful in your attempt, but he saw right through it.

Perhaps it was because he found himself in the similar position as he watched you or perhaps he simply observed a bit too closely.

Whatever it was, it did not prepare Coriolanus Snow for what was about to happen.

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Why am I here? What am I doing?

These are the questions Coriolanus asked himself as he unintentionally, yet at the same time quite intentionally, tried to seek some warmth from his red Academy's uniform in his pathetic attempts to warm himself up a bit in the middle of a very cold night on his way over to the zoo where you were forced to stay before the games started.

The food wrapped in a handkerchief that had his father's initials on it started to feel too heavy in the pocket of his uniform.

Feeling the cold shiver run down his spine he realized that it's not from cold or from the fear of the Peacekeepers blocking his way over to you in the middle of the night. No. It was something else. Something he was aware of, but couldn't yet admit it to himself.

He watched every step he took so as to not startle you in the cage of the zoo.

As he got closer, he realized that he saw a figure in the dark leaned against the bars of the zoo's cage.

It was you, of course. You were looking up at the sky as your hair slightly flew around in the light, cold night's breeze.

At first he thought that his plan to play star-crossed lovers was a dumb call. That it was bad. Mentor falling desperately, hopelessly in love with his tribute was just madness and quite a desperate attempt to draw some good public's attention to give you a shot at surviving in the arena was quite pitiful, truly. Where was his head at, at that moment? Who would ever fall for that nonsense?

But as he saw how the people thrived for a tragic pair of star-crossed lovers and as he realized that good citizens of the Capitol loved a good tragic story, he came to a conclusion that maybe all of this was actually worth it.

More importantly, as he called out your name quietly as to not startle you and alert other tributes he figured that it was a right call after all.

Especially when, even tho a part of him didn't want to, as he came over to you on the other side of the bars, gave you food that he smuggled from the Academy, wiped your long lost tear as it streamed down your beautiful cheek, as he soked in your beauty, admired your gentil kindness and finally as he kissed you like he needs you more than an oxygen that he has to breath over the empty space in the middle of the bars, he wasn't really pretending after all.

Yet when it was time for him to go home just so his absence doesn't go noticed by grandma'am and Tigris, he asked you one thing that was bothering him, eating him alive. One thing that caused him absolute despair from the moment he met you.

"Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" He whispered in the darkness as he held his hand against your cheek like you were the most delicate rose.

Your integrity makes me seem small

You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I talk shit with my friends

It's like I'm wasting your honor

Coriolanus Snow was hurrying towars the room in the Capitol's Academy in which he will be able to monitor the games along with some of his classmates.

He had to stay at home to help his grandma'am much longer than the would've liked. He was in such a hurry that once he got to the door he literally pushed it open with full force.

He strolled down effortlessly over to his chair so he could look over you as he heard the voice of one and only Lucky Flickerman.

"Now that is an entrance I'm jealous of."

Coriolanus ignored him.

He sat down next to Sejanus Plinth as he reasted his head on his hand as soon as he did that, the look of pure stress overflow his features as his piercing blue eyes locked themselves on the screen watching you.

"I may be wrong." He heard the voice of Sejanus Plinth as he stared at the screen, not looking away. "But it seems to me that you actually, genuinely care about whether or not she makes it out alive."

Coriolanus felt himself freeze for a moment, but he quickly forced himself to gain his composure back.

"I don't-"

"Don't lie to me, Coryo."

He kept his mouth shut after that.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences

Sit with you in the trenches

Give you my wild, give you a child

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother

Is it enough?

Coriolanus Snow could still remember the feeling of slight cold breeze as he hoped off of the train in 12 for the first time ever.

His boots stepped right into mud and he closed his eyes for a moment in slight annoyance. What an amazing way to alive here and do the things he was ordered to do.

He gripped more tightly just in hope to gain more confidence that he could actually pull through with this.

He stepped forward, letting out a puf of breath to steady himself.

Just as he was about to step after the rest of the new recruits as the one who is last in line he heard something that he hoped he would hear again. A voice which belonged to the person for whom he decided to go to the poorest District, paying the last bit of money he owned.

"Coryo!" Your voice shouted and he turned around slowly, almost not believing that you're here.

You ran as fast as you could just to get to him as fast as possible.

Your hair was flying around as your ran, the back of your dress dragging itself after you. The lightness of your steps, the graceful way you carried yourself, your eyes, your lips, you.

You collided against him, throwing your hands around his neck as you gripped on his shoulders as tightly as you possibly could, afraid that he will disappear from your grasp once again.

You looked so out of place. You were like a finest, most beautiful rose of all, but that rose grew in the middle of the mud. It fascinated him.

He wrapped his arms around you instantly, gripping your body strongly yet at the same time gently as he brought you to his body even closer. You felt like if he pulled you any closer the two of you would become one person.

He hid his face into your neck, breathing in your flowery scent. It smelled like home. Home which he was forcefully ripped away from, but now he was finally able to return.

"How did you-? What-?" He stuttered, couldn't get the words out.

"Tigris told me you were about to become a Peacekeeper." You got out, still holding onto his arm, your gripp still tight, afraid of losing him again. "However, Sejanus told me that you would arrive to 12."

This took him a back a little.

"You spoke with Tigris?" He asked, his voice not hiding his utter, but non the less happy, shock.

"We wrote to each other." You answered with a smile. "She's amazing, truly."

He couldn't be happier at this moment, he was so happy that it scared him.

But maybe, as he watched your smile and took your hand into his, pressing your palms against each other, he realized that just maybe life in the poorest District won't be as bad as he was afraid.

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

One thing was for sure, life after the games was not easy.

You would have nightmares. He didn't know about them, you wouldn't told him. That is up until the rest of your family met up with him on a picnic day.

You looked so tired, so pale, you weren't acting like your usual self. It scared him.

That's when Lucy Gray pulled him aside after she saw his worried gaze on you the entire day. What she told him ripped his heart and shattered every piece.

"She's screaming at night." Lucy Gray whispered just so you wouldn't catch them, not that you could, you were so tired you were barely awake. "She has nightmares about the arena."

When he later on confronted you about your nightmares just so he could help you somehow you broke down.

You told him that maybe it wasn't the best idea for him to be with her. You were sad a lot more often, the screaming because of nightmares and everything else haunted you.

Before you could say anything else, tho. He kissed you like he would die without you.

"You're safe with me." He mumbled against your lips. "We can have a future here together, that is if you will have me."

"Of course I will Coryo, but-"

"No but's, then, my love." He told you, taking the handkerchief out of nowhere as he wiped away your tears that continued to stream down your face.

"Here, away from every harm, away from the games... maybe I could finally give you peace."

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

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[arjwrites]

i could never give you peace- sam winchester x reader

summary: as the world ends, you and sam share comfort and fears

warnings: none, no use of y/n, gn!reader

word count: 1.8k (including the song lyrics)

song: peace by taylor swift

a/n: thank you so so so much for requesting this! i reference a lot of canon events but like very loosely and very much so for the sake of this plot. so there are probably a few inconsistencies you may have to overlook or canon plot points you may have to disregard hahaha. i really hope you enjoy <333

our coming-of-age has come and gone, suddenly the summer, it's clear

You sat, perched on the trunk of the Impala. The metal was warm under your legs as it seeped into your core, its temperature battling against the chilly breeze that was sending shivers across your upper body. It was as if summer was fighting desperately to hold on, but autumn was gaining ground by the minute. The air already felt different, a clear sign that things were changing around you and there was nothing you could do about it. 

As your arms pulled your knees inwards toward your chest and your chin found a home to rest atop them, another body brushed against yours. Sam leaned against the trunk next to you, snaking a hand around your waist before joining your comfortable silence. It was as close to a moment of peace as you three had experienced in a while, pulled over to the side of a gorgeous mountain highway to rest as Dean tinkered with something under the hood of the car- a moment of escape for you all.

While Sam’s eyes settled on the picturesque landscape in front of you, tinged so perfectly with a sweeping brushstroke of sunset colors, you found your own gaze resting on him. At first glance, you saw Sam, the same Sam you spent every hour of every day with. The Sam you loved, the Sam you knew intimately, as if he was an extension of your own soul. You smiled to yourself, awash with the familiar comfort of his presence. You sat like this for a while.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he remarked after some time, turning his head towards you. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got caught somewhere on their journey to escape your lips. You blinked in a slight disbelief. One minute, you were looking at the same Sam who had sat down next to you, but with the flash of his big, cheesy smile, all of a sudden he was someone else. For a fleeting moment, captured in that look of pure joy, you saw Sammy. The long, tired years melted off his face for a fraction of a second and you were transported back all those years ago, when you had just met, when things weren’t as heavy, when there was still hope and peace in the world. 

“Yeah. It’s beautiful, Sam,” you whispered. You blinked away the tears that began to well in your eyes, and as they melted back into a gloss that coated your vision, the moment was gone. It was just Sam again. It was then you realized just how much you two had grown up together- just how different things had become. 

i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near and it's just around the corner, darling, 'cause it lives in me no, i could never give you peace

Your journey with Sam had been a long one. Every trial and tribulation, every vampire and demon and werewolf, every run-in with heaven or hell, the devil himself, the two of you were hand-in-hand. 

You had met Sam back when things were simple- when life was solving cases and looking for his father. Finding Sam had been like finding a missing piece of your soul. You fit together so easily, so effortlessly, it was as if you were meant for each other. The two of you fell hard and fast, inseparable from the moment you locked eyes the first time. You knew it in your heart, and Sam did too.

Then, things began to change, and quickly. Right before your eyes, your sweet, dorky boyfriend became the eye of the storm. Wherever he went, death and destruction followed close behind. And that terrified Sam to his very core. He pulled back, pushed away, but you persisted. Each attempt he made to evade your love, to distance himself, to keep from endangering you, you remained starkly at his side. If it was truly the end of the world, like everyone said, you’d go down swinging. You’d go down with Sam. 

but i'm a fire, and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come

Times were tough for a long time. Things never really got easier, but the two of you got used to the chaos. As guilty as Sam felt for putting you in danger, he was so grateful that you chose to stick around. After each obstacle, each battle, he would thank his lucky stars that he had you there to give him the strength to go on. You were the lighthouse that guided him home through rough seas. And anytime he lost faith, one look at you reminded him what he was fighting for. There were many times where the world felt cold and dark, unforgiving. But then there was you- the warmth and light you radiated was enough to light a spark, to bring joy back to his world. 

all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret

Sam Winchester was a lot of things. The boy with the demon blood, Lucifer’s vessel, bringer of the apocalypse, saver of the world. But none of these things mattered, because behind closed doors, Sam Winchester was nothing but yours. In quiet moments, Sam would hold you close, reveling in the chance to have something truly good that he didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for. You would be there for Sam no matter what, willing to lay your life on the line to save him- the world be damned. There was no world without Sam Winchester. And Sam saw no world worth living in without you. 

the devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

The one thing you could never help Sam through was his guilt. You grounded him through hell and back, quelling his fears and lifting his spirits. But each time you found yourself in the line of fire, ever in the slightest hint of danger, a heavy weight pressed in Sam’s stomach, and he would never accept your attempts at absolution. 

“You just… You deserve a normal life. Some peace, after all these years. I’m stuck in this, it’s in my blood, but you? You could have so much more. I wish you would see that.” 

In these moments, you would sit with him, murmur in his ear all the reasons you loved him, all the reasons you stayed. You would remind him that the same duty that compelled him to save the world, time and time again, compelled you to save him. To care for him, to love him. Any soft, quiet, comfortable days, hours, minutes, however few and far between, were your peace. He was your peace. 

and you know that I'd swing with you for the fences sit with you in the trenches give you my wild, give you a child

The highs were high and the lows were low, but with you, nothing was impossible for Sam to bear. You were there to shout victories from the rooftops, always the first to sing praises and raise toasts. And you were there to pick up broken pieces, to sit crosslegged on the bedroom floor and put things back together. No weight was ever carried alone- every burden was shared to lighten the load. 

There was so much you were willing to offer Sam, and him you. On hunts and in battles, the two of you could be reckless, wild, throwing your bodies in front of each other to spare even the smallest hurt. And when you got home, you protected each other in gentler ways. When it was too hard to think about the things going on beyond your bedroom door, you and Sam would talk about your future life- about when this was all over, if it ever could be. You had big dreams- at least, they felt big to the two of you, but they were nothing out of the ordinary. That was the goal- ordinary. You’d trade questions- “What color should we paint the living room?” “Where will we go on our honeymoon?” “What do you think our daughter will be like?” 

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Other times, it was easier not to speak at all. To anyone else, the silence you often shared may have felt heavy and imposing. But for the two of you, it was an unparalleled comfort. You would turn all the lights off and lay in your bed in the dark, listening to the sound of each other breathing, watching each other intensely. These were times where you could simply be. Times where your eyes and souls and hands did all the talking- a kind of communication that transcended language, but provided so much understanding. 

family that I chose, now that i see your brother as my brother is it enough?

Over the years, you had settled together into a little family. The love you felt for Sam extended in many ways to Dean- the only other person in this world that tethered Sam to reality. Dean was your brother just as much as he was Sam’s. And Dean saw what you meant to his younger brother- he knew you were the lifevest keeping him afloat more often than not. You and Dean shared a special kind of understanding that manifested in knowing glances and whispered comments behind Sam’s back. Sam was both of your number one priority at all times, a powerful force that brought you two together in the early days, and kept you two close over the years. 

but there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

Sometimes it felt like you were surrounded. There was no way out- nowhere to turn, to take cover, to make an escape. Heaven, hell, everyone was hot on your trail. Sam and Dean had their roles to play in the end of the world, so you dutifully settled into yours, trying every day to bring the light into Sam’s days. But there was only so far tender kisses and sweet words could go when your lives were crashing down around you. It didn’t matter, though. This was your duty, your sense of fulfillment. If you could bring a moment of levity in the darkness, or take on even the smallest ounce of his burden, you felt a sense of meaning. It was an uphill battle, day after day. 

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

You weren’t sure you were going to make it out of this alive. Any of you. And that’s what hurt the most. As much as Sam worried about you, you were the one who could never give him peace. But no matter what, you would go down swinging, fighting to show him the love that he so desperately deserved and so defiantly denied himself. Maybe it would be enough to save him. Maybe it would make it all worthwhile.

[youreonyourownkid]

happy birthday to our coming-of-age has come and gone suddenly this summer it's clear i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near and it's just around the corner, darlin' 'cause it lives in me no, i could never give you peace but i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret the devil's in the details but you got a friend in me would it be enough if i could never give you peace? your integrity makes me seem small you paint dreamscapes on the wall i talk shit with my friends it's like i'm wastin' your honor and you know that i'd swing with you for the fences sit with you in the trenches give you my wild, give you a child give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother is it enough? but there's robbers to the east clowns to the west i'd give you my sunshine give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me but i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret the devil's in the details but you got a friend in me would it be enough if i could never give you peace? would it be enough if i could never give you peace? would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

[9w1ft]

“our coming of age has come and gone suddenly this summer it’s clear i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near” has become even more ‘failed coming out’ coded but i wonder how many failed coming out truthers have given peace a re-listen within that context and thought about exactly why she would have written this song to someone why the coming out would have mattered to that person and who that person might be. a song that pulls parallels to new year’s day, a song with funny puns like all these people think love’s for SHOW but i would die for you in SECRET, a song where the devil’s in the details for some reason for these two, like, it’s all there,

[torturedpoetsdepartmentemployee]

I have an alternate universe Buggy that's been ratallng around in my head. A female Buggy that's like Taylor Swift, so she got into music and wants to be a singer. She spent most of her time on the Oro building up her guitar and piano skills. She stole the guitar from the musician(was aware but let it happen) and begged Roger to get a piano. She didn't inherently have the greatest vocals and got teased, specifically by Shanks. Dreams of being in front of a crowd cheering her on and singing her songs. Those dreams are what drive her. It goes hand in hand with canon Buggy’s inferiority complex and constantly seeking attention to be a star.

The reason I can imagine it is because Buggy would be the kind to right the most unhinged lyrics that TS is known for. Also a lot of her lyrics reflect Buggy.

Mirrorball - And they called off the circus Burned the disco down When they sent home the horses And the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me

Me! - I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh I know I never think before I jump And you're the kind of guy the ladies want (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there) I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

Karma - ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that Ask me what I learned from all those years Ask me what I earned from all those tears Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here (I'm still, I'm still here)

peace - Our coming-of-age has come and gone Suddenly the summer, it's clear I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling ‘Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace

long story short - Fatefully I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides The knife cuts both ways If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break

Never Grow Up - And no one's ever burned you Nothing's ever left you scarred And even though you want to Just try to never grow up

So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on Wish I'd never grown up I wish I'd never grown up

Endgame - I hit you like, "Bang" We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

The whole of Dear Reader and most of Anti Hero. New Romantics just sounds like a pirate anthem. So definitely something Buggy would write.

Here are the albums that would be about different exes. The exes that had a lasting impact on her.

Red Hair Shanks - Debut, Fearless, and Red

Donquixate Doflamongo - Speak Now, a little of Fearless and Red.

Charlotte Katakuri - Speak Now

Sir Crocodile - 1989

Sakazuki/Akainu -folklore, evermore

Dracula Mihawk - reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore

Midnights is a mix of them. Also she falls back in love with Mihawk and Crocodile after they form the Cross Guild.

Her exes have a hard time forgetting her and its made even worse by their enemies using the songs about them to torment them. It also doesn't help that their subordinates and families listen to her songs too. I'm still figuring out the timeline. Akainu happens before Mihawk but she is so hurt by him that she wasn't able to write any songs about him until much later.

None of this is a commentary on Taylor Swift or her personal life. Just my interpretations and how they'd fit.



[almosttenaciousmoon]

Just before I share any opinions on TTPD I want to make it clear that you can't make me hate Joe Alwyn.

Yes, I understand the pain of quiet resentment. Yes, I get how she felt abandoned. This is not to discount that.

I never had the courage of my convictions/ As long as danger is near/ And it's just around the corner, darling/ 'Cause it lives in me/ No, I could never give you peace

I also understand how exhausting it would be for him to constantly watch her inaction. This man has made his stance clear and while a lot of people take his "I'm removing myself from her narrative" line badly, I can’t blame him for it. I will always be grateful for the comfort Taylor's music has given me (Red was my childhood, Folklore and Evermore got me through many hard days). That said, I don't like the person she has become (her adverse environmental impact, and how she uses feminism. She doesn't want to dismantle the system because the consumerist culture of it all benefits her. Also the whole Olivia, Phoebe, Gracie and Sabrina and how she will align herself with people who can broaden her demographic but never outshine her).

Your integrity makes me seem small/ You paint dreamscapes on the wall/ I talk shit with my friends/ It's like I'm wasting your honour

In our current political climate, I will always prefer people who use their platform to advocate for justice instead of playing neutral. Joe knows when people are looking at him and he uses that knowledge to advocate for Palestine.

[starrystormwritings]

Peace

Peace

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A/n: AHHHH Taylor Swift <333

Summery: But the rain is always gonna come if your standing with me

Warnings: injuries, blood mention, insecurities, constant reassurance within a relationship, song lyrics within the fic, swearing

Word Count: 1627

(NOT MY GIF)

Our coming of age has come and gone,

Suddenly, this summer, it's clear.

I look myself in the mirror as I wash the blood off of my hands. The gash up my arm still stung slightly due to the sing of the rubbing alcohol but the bleeding has stopped thanks to my little first aid kit.

We've only been out of Hogwarts for three weeks and the full moon had come around.

Me and Remus were hoping the rest of the gang would be available to help him but only Sirius was free and I had found myself showing up too early and standing a little too close.

I never had the courage of my convictions, As long as danger is near.

I step out of the bathroom of our little apartment to see Remus sat on the sofa with his head in his hands.

I sit myself next to him, speaking in the bravest yet gentlest voice I can muster.

"Hey.."

He looks up at me slowly with stained cheeks, watery eyes and a new scar creeping up his neck from under his shirt.

And it's just around the corner, darling, 'Cause it lives in me.

"I'm so sorry." He chokes up between a sob, flinching away as I try to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey it's not your fault."

He finally allows himself to melt into my touch, silently and softly crying into my shoulder as I run my hands through his curls.

No, I could never give you peace.

"I can't believe I hurt you." He says as he finally collects himself, sitting up from my shoulder.

"That wasn't you, you didn't mean to do it." I say, brushing some hair behind his ear, allowing my hand to linger on his cheek.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm, If your cascade, ocean wave blues come.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him as I trace his features with my thumb.

"Why are you here, with me. Living this life. You deserve so much better than this."

He wipes another tear off his face with the sleeve of his jumper whilst shaking his head.

"Because I love this life. And I love you."

All these people think love's for show, But I would die for you in secret.

"But why?" He looks at me with an expression full of pain, regret and guilt which made my heart break on the spot.

"Remus Lupin your intelligence, personality, face and most of all heart is why I've always loved you. Do you really think that I would've punched Snape in the nose in third year for making fun of you if I didn't love you? Or ran into the forbidden forest, at night, without my want in our fifth year just because I thought you might've been hurt? I've always loved you Remus and I love this life, our life, because I have you in it."

The devils in the details, But you got a friend in me.

He nods slightly, a single tear rolls down his cheek as he prepares himself to speak again.

"But this is my life. I'll always have this.. this burden to carry on my shoulders. I don't want you to have to carry it as well. I'll never grow old with you in the way you want, or be able to give you any calmness or serenity in your life."

"It's much easier to carry something heavy if you ask for help, and serenity is boring anyway."

I smile at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Would it be enough, If I could never give you peace?

A ghost of a smile crosses his face as he nods at my words before taking another shaky breath.

"But I hurt you. I lost control of myself and hurt you. And I have no way of guaranteeing to you that it won't happen again. Your the most important and perfect thing in my life, I would never be able to forgive myself if something serious happened to you. What if Sirius wasn't there? What happens when it's just me and you here? I try my best to keep you as safe as possible and yet the only harm that's come to you is from my own hand."

Your integrity makes me seem small, You paint dreamscapes on the wall.

"I'm not afraid of what might happen Remus, because I know that if anyone can handle it it's us."

I take his hand into my own, placing them in my lap as I run my thumb back and forth the side of his hand.

"Plus we'd be so lucky to get rid of James, Sirius and Peter. As if they'd never leave us alone. And even if they did we'd manage."

He chuckles lightly at the mention of our co-dependent friends and opens his arms to me as if to offer a hug.

I talk shit with my friends, It's like I'm wasting your honour. And you know that I'd, Swing with you for the fences.

~27 days later~

"I made chocolate cake, I know it's your favourite." I say with a smile, placing the plate into the table next to the seat he was reading in.

"I'm trying to read, leave me alone."

"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought I'd try and cheer you up."

I move to sit next to him, placing a soft hand on his knee, causing his head to snap up.

"What part of I'm trying to read don't you understand? Leave me alone." He moves away from me with a cold glare.

Sit with you in the trenches, Give you my wild, Give you a child.

I climb into bed cold and lonely as his side remained empty despite the late time that was being displayed on the clock.

I understand that the effects and the stress of the oncoming full moon was effecting him but his harsh and cold attitude still upset me.

I pull the fabric of his sweater that I'm wearing closer to me in attempt to regain the familiar comfort of his embrace around me as that side of the bed remained empty.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother.

I awoke with my head resting on his chest as fingers gently comb through my hair.

I sleepily look up at him with hurt and lonely eyes and the expression of guilt, remorse and adoration that he returns to me with explains all the guilt and sorrys in more ways than his words can.

I just nod in understanding and cuddle closer to him.

"Try to be safe tonight. Please." I say looking away from his eyes.

Is it enough? But there's robbers to the east, Clowns to the west. I'd give you my sunshine, Give you my best.

"Y/n!" I hear James's voice shout from downstairs, accompanied by the clattering and banging of my furniture being knocked over.

I quickly rushed myself down to see what was happening to be met with the sight of James and Sirius lowering Remus's weak and bleeding body onto our couch.

"Shit.." I say whilst biting my lip, trying to assess the damage to my boyfriends torso from the skin that was on display.

"Grab the first aid bag." James says whilst shuffling the pillows around to allow Remus to sit as comfortably as possible.

"And some ice." Sirius added, undoing the top few of Remus's shirt buttons. Allowing the gashes and scrapes on his torso to breath and be easily treated.

I nod, quickly running to our kitchen "Keep him awake!"

But the rain is always gonna come, If you're standing with me.

"I'm sorry for ruining your night." He whispers lightly as he laid across my chest, his cuts and bruises now cleaned and treated,

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

He nods despite his face clearly  showing that he doesn't believe a word I said.

"I just can't believe that this is the rest of my life." He choked out another little cry as I kissed his forehead gently. "I mean what about a well paying job, or kids? I'll never have the freedom to do that."

I was unable to muster up a response, instead pulling him closer into my arms as I allowed him to cry for as long as he needed to.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm, If your cascade, ocean wave blues come.

"I can't believe I found you, somehow despite my constant misfortune in life I'm still the luckiest guy alive because I have you by my side." He kisses my lips with a delicate smile, caressing my face softly with the back of his hand "Thank you, for ignoring the loudness that comes with me. And for helping me learn how to love others and myself despite it."

All these people think loves for sure, But I would die for you in secret.

I blush softly at his words and peck his cheek "Remus not only was my life boring without you but it was also loveless. You've made me unbelievably happy and filled my life with this amazing light and love, I can only hope I've began to do the same for you."

He smiles at me, the both of us admiring one another faces for a moment before he pulls be into a deep kiss.

The devils in the details, But you got a friend in me. Would it be enough, If I could never give you peace?

He pulls away with a smile, keeping his face close to mine as he spoke.

"I have a question to ask you, and before I ask I want you to understand that I won't hold it against you if you say no. I can understand why you wouldn't want to and the only thing I want is for you to be as happy and as content in your life as physically possible. That's the only thing that could make me truly happy." He took my hands into his own and took a deep breath.

"Remus just ask me, what is it?" I say with a giggle, trying to reduce the obvious anxiety he was experiencing.

Would it be enough, If I could never give you peace?

"Will you marry me?"

Would it be enough, If I could never give you peace?

"Of course I will."

[chickawah23]

She paired NYD with peace and I am amazed she couldn’t give me NYD mashed up with evermore but wow I can live with this pairing. Two of my favorites.

She literally sang give you my wild give you a child give you the silence that only comes from two people who understand each other part. Felt like a clear message. This felt like an absolutely personal plea for people to get it. Especially ending with please don’t ever become a stranger into i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near and finishing with you and me forevermore.

Would it be enough if I choose to keep her midnights just for me and give you whatever is left in the morning (the pr show and the music)?

[thenhekissesme]

Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

'How do I make my friends, and family, and my loved ones not see this big elephant that’s in the room for our normal life?' Because I don’t want the elephant in the room. If you’re gonna be in my life I feel like there’s a certain amount that comes with it that I can’t stop from happening. I can’t stop from you getting a call in the morning that says, ‘The tabloids are writing this today.’ I can’t help it if there’s a guy with a camera two miles away with a telescope lense taking pictures of you. I can’t stop those things from happening. And so this song was basically like, ‘Is it enough? Is the stuff that I can control enough to block out the things that I can’t?'

I think about satosugu sometimes while listening to this song: Is it enough that I could never give you peace?

[meandheraresoulmates]

I can't be the only person on this planet who thinks that Taylor Swift wrote peace for Jack Dawkins and Belle Fox but since I can't find anything - an edit on tik tok, a thread on x, a post here, NOTHING - I will take matters into my hands and find all the parallels between one of my favourite songs ever and the ship that has sent me into brainrot.

I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darlin' 'Cause it lives in me

Tell me this isn't Jack before he met Belle. As he said to her in the 1x02, he knows that improvements have been made in medicine but he simply can't barge into the hospital, change things (even if they are for better) and not fear the consequences of his actions. He simply doesn't have the luxury to fight for his beliefs like she has because of his social position and his past, both hovering above his head wherever he goes.

Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I love how this line can be read in both ways. It can either be Jack in front of Belle naive idealism (”There's more to medicine than death. There is life. And hope.”) or Belle realising that the world isn't black and white as she thinks - just because Jack and many others have to gamble, play or steal it doesn't mean that they are just common criminals. They are people who aren't born with the same means as her and have to do what's necessary to survive.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Do I even have to say something about this

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

You can't tell me these lines aren't written for them. Belle and Jack between episode 6 and 7 live in their own personal bubble, sneaking around the hospital and stealing kisses in cupboards and alleys but they can't escape reality - society will never allow them to be happy together, no matter how hard Jack will try to fit in her world.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret

Here is where I stop being rational if you excuse me i'm going to cry and scream into my pillow

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Maybe Jack will never give her peace at least this is what we are left with if Hulu doesn't announce season 2 I will do something that will change the course of their lives forever but he has given her life. And this is where I stop before I drow in my own tears

[amhrosina]

Peace (Matt Murdock x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is probably my favorite request I’ve ever received! There’s just something about Matt Murdock & Taylor Swift that go together. I cried like three times writing this I JUST WANT MATT TO FEEL SAFE AND LOVED! Thank you, @messymissy for requesting! <3

Requests are open!

Request: heii!! May i request a story with Matt Murdock based on Taylor Swift's song called 'Peace'. Thank youu love 💕 

Summary: A glimpse into your relationship with Matt, who believes you are too good for his love. It takes place over the course of one night, after Matt comes home with an excessive number of injuries and a newfound hatred of himself. Matt’s POV all played out over Taylor Swift's song 'Peace'.

(Warnings: HEAVY angst, Matty lets his guilt overwhelm him, sOFT!Matt Murdock, one line about smut maybe???, matt calliing reader 'petal' again because i didn't get enough of it the first time, im so sorry about this) 

Our coming-of-age has come and gone  Suddenly the summer, it's clear  I never had the courage of my convictions  As long as danger is near  And it's just around the corner, darling  'Cause it lives in me  No, I could never give you peace 

Matt Murdock was irrevocably in love with you – this was a fact, and yet, he still had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that you could feel the same way about him. It was a terrifying idea, that someone so whole and angelic could commit themselves to him – dangerous, reckless, broken.  

It was a fight he antagonized from you often, too often, these days. He thought if you could see his flaws, stare them in the face and gawk at his broken, aching soul, you’d realize your mistake in loving him. You never did, though.  

His knees rested on the soft carpet. Tears stained his cheeks as he listened to your stuttering breaths. Your fingers were like ice on his skin as you pulled the mask off his head and gently set it down next to him. The mask was in one piece, but he couldn’t say the same about the rest of his outfit. The tangy scent of blood overpowered his senses, and he was having trouble focusing on where you were in the apartment. 

A cold hand on his cheek had him gasping for oxygen, but he leaned into it, chasing the reprieve the chill brought him. He was on fire, skin burning with the beginning of infection. A dull ache had replaced anything he could physically feel a long time ago, and the only thing he could think of to describe the pain was a weariness of his bones. Aching, bruised, bloody, broken. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was send you away from his angry, bleeding soul. 

But you knew who Matt was when you let yourself fall in love with him. You knew what loving someone like Matt meant. He focused on the pressure of your fingers poking and prodding around his body as his senses began to return to him. The ‘world on fire’ allegory that he used to describe his sight felt insubstantial when it came to you. It didn’t fit the warmth he felt when you were near, or the calm hum that would overcome his body when you ran your soft hands over his skin.  

A world on fire? No, more like a warm cabin, heated by a crackling fire, soft hues of oranges and yellows painting the walls. The smell of cinnamon wafting from the kitchen, the dizzying hum of a record player in another room. 

Your hands, now warmed by Matt’s scorching skin, ran light circles over his chest, pulling his brain back to reality and out of the hazy fog he had fallen into as you worked on his injuries.  

He gripped your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips. His soft kisses were apologies in their own right. I’m sorry I keep coming home bloody. I’m sorry you have to be the one to make me whole every night. I’m sorry if I’m not enough for you. I’m sorry that you have to love a monster like me, but please don’t leave me. 

Your fingers swiped under his closed eyes, wiping the tears that had gathered there. The achingly gentle kisses you placed on his eyelids broke his heart. I love you. I’ll never leave you. You are my safe place, Matty. 

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm  If your cascade ocean wave blues come  All these people think love's for show  But I would die for you in secret  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me  Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? 

Your hands grip Matt’s waist as he steps into the warm stream of water. A sigh passes through his lips, and he leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder. The bottom of the tub, a usual stark white, was tinted a rusty brown color as the night’s misfortunes washed off Matt’s skin. Matt can’t see this, of course, but he can smell it, and sense the tension you hold in your shoulders.  

The pattern you were drawing into his back left a harsh skittering of goose bumps in its wake. He tried not to groan at your soft touch, tried not to think about how you were too good for him, for this. The constant chaos that is Matt Murdock’s life would’ve scared anyone away, but you were still here, running your hands over his scars, new and old, and peppering gentle kisses into his shoulder.  

Matt pulled you into his arms. His hands, which had been resting on your lower back, began a slow ascent along your back until he was fully wrapped in your scent. When he cradled you like this, he felt grounded, unbroken, whole. His embrace tightened, and you held him with just as much force as warm tears made their way down his face and onto your skin.  

Things had been getting worse lately, and Matt was sure that he’d come home one day to find a half-empty apartment, your stuff packed up and gone, along with his heart. The guilt was eating him alive, and he wasn’t sure how he could ever face the world without you by his side. However, in moments like these, when you were so gentle and loving, he could only focus on the fact that you were here, safe in his arms. 

He kissed the space above your collarbone. I’ll always protect you. 

Another one, this time just below your jaw. I will never know another love like the kind you show me every night. 

Another, on the corner of your lips. I love you, more than you could ever know. 

A final one, on your lips. When you're around, I feel like I’m home. 

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences  Sit with you in the trenches  Give you my wild, give you a child  Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other  Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother  Is it enough? 

 Later, after Matt had spent over an hour ravishing you against the shower wall, and then again in the bed you shared with each other, you were lying on your side, running your fingers through Matt’s hair. He hummed when your fingers lightly scratched the top of his head. 

The silence that usually overwhelmed the apartment on nights like these was both comforting and terrifying for Matt. Comforting, because it was the kind of silence that didn’t drive him absolutely crazy. When most people were silent around Matt, he had to find other noises to focus on, or else he’d be overwhelmed by the noises of the outside world, but when you were silent, he liked to listen to the steady drum of your heartbeat, a lifeline that he’s grown all too comfortable clinging to.  

“Matty?” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. It’s the first word you’ve spoken out loud since he stumbled through the front door hours earlier. 

“Petal?” His voice quivered as he spoke. Nothing in your tone indicated that you were planning on leaving him, but he couldn’t help the stutter in his heartbeat when you finally spoke to him on nights like these. 

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west  I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best  But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? 

“You know I love you, right?” 

Matt nods and swallows thickly. 

“Am I telling the truth?” you asked, pressing Matt’s ear to your chest. Matt could hear your heartbeat from a mile away, sometimes more if he focused, but the intimacy of listening to your heartbeat at such close range was something he would always cherish. The steady beat of your heart told him what he was always searching for – reassurance that you loved him, that you would always love him, and that you would never leave him, even though he knew he deserved it. 

Matt’s face fell, tears welling up for the third time that evening. Your arms circled around him, kissing the tears as they fell from his eyes.  

“Matty, baby,” you whisper, planting a gentle kiss on his nose, “what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours? Why is tonight so bad?”  

A sob fell from Matt’s mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut, clinging to your arms as you tried comfort him.  

“I’ll never be able to give you what you deserve. I love you so much, and I know I should let you go so you can find someone who can give you everything, but I can’t. I can’t- You’re just so- I can’t breathe when you’re near me, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” 

Matt was close to hyperventilating, gasping in air at an alarming pace. He could tell you were shaking your head, even though he couldn’t physically see it. 

“You’re an idiot, Matthew Murdock, if you think I could love anyone else the way I love you. You’re the love of my life, Matt. Why would you think I want anyone else?” 

“What if I’m Daredevil for the rest of my life? What if it kills me? Where does that leave you?”  

“I knew the risks when we met, Matt. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much you try to convince me to leave. I love you, Matty. That means I love every piece of you, good or bad. It means I’m committed to you, like you are to me.” 

You took a breath and brought your finger up to his lips before he could argue with you. 

“Now, stop beating yourself up about this. I’m not going anywhere, and you can’t make me, you stubborn devil.”  

“What if it never gets better?” Matt is whispering, and he can’t tell if he’s asking himself or you, but you respond anyways. 

“Then we’ll weather the storm together, Matty. I’m yours. Forever. Always. That’s enough for me. I promise.” 

Matt couldn’t help himself when he focused on your heartbeat. It was strong, but steady. You were telling the truth – and his heart ached with love as he enveloped you in his arms.  

Matt knew tonight wouldn’t be the end of this self-hatred guilt trip, but for now, holding you in his arms, cradling you as you fall asleep, kissing your hair every few minutes. For now, that was enough for him, too. 

End Note: I did my civic duty and voted today in the mid-term election! I hope the people who can are planning on voting too!

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[taylortruther]

the bolter, like an animal that learns to run from real danger: us traitors never win and i was a flight risk with a fear of falling, i jump from the train, i ride off alone and you wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody and i’ll make myself at home and he’ll want me to stay but i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near and it's just around the corner, darling, because it lives in me, nothing lasts forever… and i took your matches before fire could catch me, i’m the wind in our free-flowing sails and i gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all, then wondered why i left and the bravest thing i ever did was run and believe me, i could do it

[youreonyourownkid]

our coming of age has come and gone suddenly the summer it's clear i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near and it's just around the corner darling 'cause it lives in me no i could never give you peace