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peachhyychenle · 3 years

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bloom bloom, heart | h.rj

'bloom bloom pow! the moment i met you, i felt like i'd explode. my heart fluttered. i hope it's not a dream' - bloom bloom, the boyz

pairing: florist!renjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

for the nostalgic melodies event hosted by @knet-bakery

playlist: bloom bloom the boyz, life still goes on nct dream, dive into you nct dream, cherry kisses chungha

a/n: my first fic for an event!! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. also,, go check out everyone else that participated in the event!! oh, i also haven't had the time to proof-read this so, sorry lmao.

summary: flowers held many different meanings, and renjun loved that. from giving someone a baby's breath to giving them peonies, he loved how up front the message was, yet how hidden it was to someone that didn't understand their true meanings. You had always adored flowers, the colours, the scents, the meanings. And so, every week, you would go into Floral Dreams, to buy new flowers to draw, however Renjun would always throw in additional flowers to express his ever-growing crush on you, unbeknownst to him you understood every word.

If you had told Renjun this time last year he would be working part time as a florist, he would've simply laughed. But yet here he is, adorning a black apron, rearranging the plants in the display cabinet.

Floral Dreams was a great place for Renjun. It was never too busy, it was a five minute walk to his apartment and, thanks to Donghyuck, he has learned far more about flowers in the past month than he has learned about art history at his uni classes. He would never admit it to him, but Renjun was intrigued by the meanings each flower held.

From the bluebell to the yellow carnation, every flower held a different meaning. At first, Renjun couldn't care less. They were just flowers after all, their only job to him was to sit and look pretty. However the longer he spent in the floristry, the more his curiosity and his passion grew.

And now here he was, currently wiping down the counter he had just used to arrange a bouquet for somebody's birthday.

As he returned behind the till, the soft chime of the shop door bell rang. He glanced over and locked eyes with you. You seemed to be a regular. always popping in on a Wednesday afternoon, no matter the weather, to buy different pre-made bouquets. At first, Renjun found it odd how you would only buy one particular colour palette of flowers or even just a singular flower, however as you came in more often than not with a camera bag over your shoulder along with a sketchbook poking out the top of the tote bag you carried, it started becoming clear why you would buy them.

His current theories are that you are an artist that just really liked to paint flowers (specifically pink and yellow varieties) or you're a plant mum that just has an apartment filled to the brim with colourful flowers and plants.

His first hunch was correct.

A few months ago, you had moved into Neo City in order to attend the local university and study fine art. It was an interesting place for sure. It was a quaint town yet there was always something going on, whether it be different celebrations for certain holidays or events, to small annual carnivals and parades that would happen.

During your first week of moving in, you had explored the town centre, natural curiosity getting the better of you. That was when you stumbled upon Floral Dreams. The forest green painting on the window frames along with several broad leafed plants sat outside the shop, charmed you.

You remember when you first met Renjun. It was a rainy Wednesday about a month after you had moved. Your classes had just finished and you decided to buy a small bouquet. Something to brighten your dreary dorm room. And so you headed to Floral Dreams. When you stepped into the shop, instead of the cheery greeting you would usually get from Donghyuck, you found that he was busy talking to another guy, Renjun.

Both boys had briefly glanced towards the door, with Donghyuck giving a small wave, whilst the other boy shot you a smile. He was cute.

Returning the wave with your own, you continued into the shop, looking at all the flowers, taking in their colours and scents. Five minutes had gone by and you had chosen all the flowers you had wanted and walked up to the counter to place your order.

You rang the small bell placed on the countertop and after a few seconds, the new guy from earlier emerged from the back room and properly greeted and introduced himself, Renjun.

To say he was pretty was an understatement. He had a soft smile, kind eyes and long hair which made him look ethereal. His voice was melodic. So melodic that you only snapped back to reality halfway through his sentence.

You purchased the flowers and had another look around the empty shop, this time to admire the blossoming flowers. Back at the counter, Renjun would glance at you, whilst he wrapped the bouquet, his mind thinking about your smile and vibe whilst his hands carefully wrapped the bouquet up.

When he was finished, he rang the desk bell to catch your attention. He handed you the flowers and you were on your way. Not before turning back to Renjun and shooting him one last smile with a cheerful goodbye.

From the moment you walked in, Renjun knew his heart had exploded and his slightly dull world would never be the same again.

Week after week you would come back to the shop. It was always at 4pm and it was always an hour into Renjun's shift. You guys had managed to acquaint yourselves and make small talk, with the weather and how both of you had been, being the usual topic of choice.

Today Renjun was determined to make a move. Whether it was changing the topic to be something more in depth, or giving his number to you, he was definitely going to do something. And so when you walked up to the counter to place your order, Renjun made his move. He asked the question that had been on his mind. Why in the heavens did you buy so many flowers? The laughter that followed made Renjun's heart flutter, it was beautiful.

You then proceeded to explain the reason you moved and why almost all the store's sales were from you. Upon hearing that you went to the same university he did, Renjun was enthralled and began talking about his passion for art and the history behind famous pieces.

Much to his dismay, his hands had a mind of their own, and had wrapped up your selected bouquet far too quickly for his liking. Just as you were about to grab the bouquet, Renjun let out a 'wait!' which made you pause.

He ran into the back room and came out a moment later with some ribbon along with a couple of gardenias and blue salvias. 'It'll make the bouquet look amazing, trust me' he said with that smile you had fallen for.

Once he was done, you took the flowers, bid him adieu and left, ready to take photographs of this masterpiece.

As soon as you left, Renjun let out a sigh of content and his heart started to calm down. He had a crazy idea to use what he had learned from Donghyuck, and to confess to you in the form of flowers.

It was a bold move, one that made him feel happy with himself.

Over the next couple of months the same routine would occur. You arrived, picked out flowers, ordered the bouquet, Renjun would wrap them up, you would take them, then leave.

However, as time went on, you began noticing flowers that you hadn't picked out.

For example, you had ordered a bouquet with mainly red flowers, with a couple of white ones to make it more visually appealing, however you don't really remember picking up the white camellia. Or that time you noticed a couple of yellow jasmines mixed with your sunflowers.

You eventually thought of looking up what these flowers meant. You knew one of your old high school flowers loved gardening and would often talk about flower meanings, but you had never paid any mind to them. Oh how you wish you had.

And so that's how you spent the evening on different websites looking at different meanings for all the flowers you could remember buying, and the definitions.

The morning after, you had a brilliant idea.

That next week, you came in at the usual time with a list on your phone of all the flowers you had never actually bought. You suspected that a certain someone kept slipping different flowers into your bouquet, which was actually quite sweet to you, however you were going to surprise him.

You picked out various flowers that were composed for a yellow, blue and white theme. You included the yellow jasmines and gardenias, along with the white camellias and blue salvias. Additional flowers were added and made a stunning bouquet, the best you had imagined yet.

For how quiet the shop was, your heart was thumping a lot louder than usual, despite this you walked to the till with a small smile. The normal routine went on, Renjun making conversation with you. The topic for today was conspiracies and aliens, which would usually be quite interesting to you, but your mind was in a different place.

Just as Renjun was tying the last ribbon up, a 'wait!' escaped your lips. A slightly startled Renjun paused to look at you. Dashing away to the front of the store, you picked out a red rose and walked back to where he was waiting.

Much to his surprise, you added the rose to the centre of the bouquet, pushed the bouquet towards him and then pulled out a letter that had been in your coat pocket and pushed it across the counter in his direction.

He froze. Almost everyone knew what a red rose meant.

He opened the letter. All the flowers he had given you with their meanings were listed, along with the red rose.

I love you.

Underneath was a small paragraph. His already racing heart began to explode as he read the words 'let's go on a date tomorrow' followed with your number underneath.

He looked back up to you. You were currently looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t Renjun.

Placing the letter down, he came around from behind the desk and hugged you. He could feel you tense up under him, however in a matter of seconds, your arms were around him, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

From the moment he met you, his heart had exploded, the colours in his world seemed to be brighter whenever you were there.

He loved hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, being in your presence.

Time felt non-existent with you.

He loved you, as much as you loved him.

And that was all he needed.

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 3 years

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What if...

These are the canon divergence drabbles that I’ve already posted, but arranged in chronological order... Enjoy!

Anna looked around the valley where Kristoff had brought her, trying to see where these friends or family of his were. All she saw were rocks, and rich green moss. For whatever reason, this place hadn’t gotten any snow, but in spite of the warm steam vents, Anna still felt increasingly cold.

Olaf suggested she should go, and then the rocks started moving. Anna felt a wave of cold, and everything went black. Kristoff was holding her as she came to, and someone was speaking… a troll?

“Anna, we’ve got to get you back to Hans,” Kristoff told her.

“Hans…”

***

“So, you’re the young man who rescued Princess Anna from her folly?”

Kristoff nodded silently, not sure how he should be addressing this Prince Hans that he had heard both so much and so little about.

“Queen Elsa told me that she’s given you a title. It’s no kind of title that I’ve ever heard of, but I guess she wants to keep you around. If Anna and I weren’t already engaged, I think I might feel some jealousy.”

Kristoff’s eyes widened, afraid to look away even as Hans’s eyes dug into his gaze.

“Relax, have a drink!” Hans laughed.

***

It wasn’t in his nature to care, Kristoff thought to himself. He had taken her to the North Mountain, and he’d helped get her back to Arendelle, but it was because he needed the money. It wasn’t anything else.

And of course he’d carried her when they had arrived at the castle, she was too weak at that point to walk, and of course he was grateful when the spell broke and Anna was better, who wouldn’t be? It was pure luck that Hans had just gotten back with Elsa, because imagine if they hadn’t gotten to Elsa right away…

***

Her eyes were blue. Kristoff wasn’t very poetic, and while he’d heard so many other words to describe the colors exactly, he could never be sure exactly what color turquoise was supposed to be, and whether it was more blue or more green. And what was aquamarine, exactly? And the color of her eyes was different sometimes. When he took her back to the castle in the snowstorm, they were almost grey.

The ice was in the wagon, ready to bring to the castle. He wasn’t supposed to think about this. He wasn’t supposed to think about her like this.

***

“So the wedding is happening next week?” Kristoff asked Elsa, not really needing confirmation of the schedule.

“Yes,” she replied, wringing her hands as she stood in the kitchen doorway, “Anna was quite determined, and she… she can be quite persuasive, you know.”

“So you approve now?”

“I have my reasons,” Elsa sighed.

“I mean, you didn’t know him before, so that’s understandable.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Elsa said quickly, “you’re absolutely right.”

“I have to admit, when she first told me, I questioned her judgement.”

“Her naivety is certainly charming, don’t you think?” Hans asked, startling both of them.

***

“Hans and I never fight,” Anna declared confidently, “in fact, I don’t think we’ve ever had a fight.”

Kristoff nodded silently as he unloaded more ice into the castle kitchen. Anna was watching him from the interior door.

“I know why you’re skeptical. I shouldn’t have told you so much last week. I really shouldn’t let my mouth run like that.”

Kristoff paused what he was doing. “So you’re telling me what you said wasn’t true?”

“I…” she paused. “I could have phrased it better. I was upset that he was traveling again. That was all. It wasn’t a fight.”

***

“What?!” Anna exclaimed, coming into the courtyard decorated with bright yellow sunflowers.

“Happy Birthday!” everyone exclaimed in unison.

“Elsa? Did you do this for me?”

“Of course! You deserve a proper birthday!”

“And everyone is here!” Anna said, starting to cry.

“Except Ha-mmph” Olaf began before Kristoff muffled his mouth.

“Well,” Anna sniffed, “he had… something he needed to travel for.”

Kristoff noticed Elsa clench her jaw.

Anna didn’t seem to notice, but walked over to Gerda when she heard the baby fuss slightly.

“Please, Your Highness, we’ll take care of him right now. You need to enjoy your cake.”

***

"Kristoff!" Anna exclaimed happily as she entered the kitchen.

"You sound surprised to see me," Kristoff chuckled.

"I didn't realize you would be here this early."

"You're usually not up this early."

"Well, the baby was up most of the night. I'm wide awake now."

"I thought royalty always had servants to take care of those things." Kristoff winked.

"Hans wants me to, but it's not what I want. Elsa has made it clear to him that I get to decide on this."

Kristoff nodded, and turned around to get another block of ice. Anna thought she heard him sigh.

***

Kristoff helped set down another row of pumpkins for the harvest. The color made him think of Anna’s hair… like the orange crystal he had found on his last trip to the mountains. He gazed at the princess helping across the square, her young son following along cheerfully. Kristoff walked toward them to see if he could help out.

“Kristoff! Look! A ship!” the boy shouted.

“What?” Anna said, looking up. “Hans’s ship! They’re back from the West Indies already!”

“Is Father home early?” the boy asked.

Kristoff nodded. “You two should go greet him,” he said, forcing a smile.

***

“Do you enjoy these games in which the player must appear ridiculous?”

Elsa looked over. “Hans, life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous.”

“Not my life.”

“You’ve never been home for our games before,” Anna whispered apologetically. Elsa went back to shouting out guesses to the word Kristoff was trying to act out, while Olaf offered increasingly ridiculous suggestions. “We do this fairly often.”

“I can see that,” he sneered.

The bell rang. Everyone except Hans let out a groan.

“Ice!” Kristoff exclaimed.

“You couldn’t act out ice?” Anna laughed.

“Anna, it’s your turn,” Kristoff announced.

***

The fire from the lantern cast a glow over the wagon.

“They’re both asleep!” Anna whispered, climbing over to the front with Kristoff.

“How are you doing?” he asked her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

“I’m fine,” she replied, suspiciously cheerful.

“You’re sure?”

“They’ll be fine. Hans knows what he’s doing.”

“He knows how to run a kingdom.”

Anna began crying.

“Hey, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s the first time I’ve been away from him since he was born,” she sniffed.

“Come here,” Kristoff said, putting his arm around her.

“Thank you, Kristoff,” she yawned, leaning her head on his shoulder.

***

The autumn leaves were a deep red in the clearing. Elsa had told Anna her plan to stay with the Northuldra and the spirits, which meant that Anna would now be Queen, and now Anna was sitting alone while everyone else made plans to head back south to Arendelle.

“Hey.” Anna heard the painfully familiar, gentle voice behind her. “Can I join you?” Kristoff asked as she turned around, smiling sadly.

“Of course!” she insisted, “You’re always welcome.”

“Elsa told me…”

Anna nodded.

“I’ll help you get back to Hans,” he said, “and then…”

“No,” she grabbed his hand, “Please…”

***

Kristoff pulled away from the kiss. “Anna, no, we can’t.”

“Please, Kristoff,” she pleaded, “tomorrow night, we’ll be back in Arendelle, and everything will be just as it was.”

“It’s not gonna be the same-”

“Yes, I’m the Queen now. You have to do what I say,” she teased, pulling him to her.

“Anna!” Kristoff kissed her forehead. “Don’t do this to me.”

“I wish I’d listened,” she sighed, holding back tears as she sat down.

“Listened?”

“When you told me I shouldn’t marry him.” she looked up, eyes filled with passion. “Some days, I wish I’d married you instead.”

***

The warmth of Anna’s skin against his was all he wanted to think about. She was warm and soft, and that was all that mattered. When he thought about nearly losing her when the dam broke yesterday, he held her tighter.

He didn’t want to think about tomorrow, when they would return to Arendelle.

Tomorrow, he would return her to her husband. She wasn’t his, and never would be. This was borrowed time. Years of secret longing had won out over his best judgement.

“I love you, Kristoff,” Anna murmured into his shoulder.

She wasn’t his, but he was hers.

***

Sunshine streamed across the square as Kai announced “Queen Anna of Arendelle” to the cheering crowd. Anna walked along, smiling and waving.

Her coronation had happened a few days after they had returned from the Enchanted Forest. Today they were dedicating the new statue. Hans was skeptical of the idea, but she was sure he’d come around. He would probably be in a better mood once the council approved his new title, and was even now inside the tent talking with an elderly duke.

“Your Majesty,” came the familiar voice.

“Kristoff!” she exclaimed happily, “You’re here?”

“Of course,” he smiled.

***

The ice harvest was exhausting, but exhausting in a good way. Kristoff liked being too worn out to think at the end of the day. Ever since he’d met her, Anna occupied his thoughts if he wasn’t careful. Before, it was frustrating, but fine. It was fine. She was beautiful and funny and so many other things, but she was married to someone else.

She was still married to someone else, but now… He felt guilty about it, and yet, she was clearly so much happier when he was around.

There was no way this could end well, and yet…

***

“Good morning, Kristoff,” Anna announced cheerfully, stepping into the kitchen.

“Your Majesty,” Kristoff replied with full propriety, raising his eyebrows and giving a subtle nod in the direction of the kitchen maid.

“Oh!” Anna exclaimed, “they have you working early this morning, Oline.”

“Your Majesty,” she smiled, “there’s a dinner for the visiting Russian royalty this evening, so they needed me to start the preparations early.”

“My goodness, I quite forgot!” Anna exclaimed. She glanced over at Kristoff, who grimaced as he lifted the final block of ice.

“Your Majesty, I hope you enjoy your day,” Kristoff announced, heading out.

***

Kristoff could never beat the sunrise in the summer. They weren’t that far north, but if he slept at all during the night, he would miss the sunrise. He brought the ice into the castle kitchen, not sure whether or not he wanted to be finished before anyone else showed up.

He didn’t know what the news would be, but at sunset the night before he had heard the excited commotion that the Queen was in labor. He had tried his best to keep busy, looking no more interested than anyone else. After all, she told him she wasn't certain.

***

Anna stared out over the fjord from the window. The sun reflecting off the water was glaring, and it hurt her eyes, but she needed to look, to try to see if Kristoff was in town today. It wouldn’t do for her to go out, not this soon, but she desperately wanted him to see the baby, to know with a subtle nod what she could already guess, even at only a week old.

She finally saw him across the market square, bringing in an ice delivery, as always. It was a warm August day, and she opened the window.

***

“Oh, here they are, their highnesses!” the cook smiled as the nanny brought the two into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” the boy greeted her.

“Morning!” his little sister followed.

“How is Her Majesty doing?” the cook asked the nanny quietly as the children tasted the morning’s pastries.

“Quite well. And the baby is healthy, too.”

“Who does this one resemble?”

“Oh, you know it’s too early to tell.”

“The girl looks so much like... her aunt... of course. Except for the eyes.” She looked at the girl’s face as she took another pastry. “Her eyes… Oh, here’s the ice delivery!”

***

“Yay! We’re going to visit Aunt Elsa!” the little blonde girl cheered as Kristoff lifted her into the wagon, her hazel eyes sparkling with joy.

“Mother, why does Father never visit the Northuldra with us?” her older brother asked innocently, climbing over the back of the wagon.

“There’s been too much to do in the West Indies,” Anna explained, shifting the baby to her other hip so that Kristoff could assist them up. “He misses you all terribly when he’s away.”

Kristoff met Anna’s eyes, knowing very well the look when she hid the truth.

“Ready Sven? Let’s get going!”

***

There was always a strange calm after a heavy snow. Anna went out with the children to play in the fresh snow, a rare luxury in recent years, since Hans insisted it was unbecoming for a Queen. But he wasn’t here, traveling again, so she did what she wanted.

The youngest toddled through the snow, having just turned a year old. Anna found the mess of blond hair both adorable and terrifying.

Eventually, the cold, wet snow was too much, and the nanny helped them inside for warm baths and bedtime.

Anna stepped into a spare room.

“Kristoff,” she whispered.

***

The purple crocuses were blooming in town even before all the snow had melted in the hills above. As the days got warmer, the children went out to play, and the melting ice meant that more ships would soon be visiting the harbor.

Anna watched as her three children ran around with the children from the town. She spotted Kristoff returning from the castle.

"Your Majesty," he bowed with a knowing smirk.

"Have you finished the ice delivery?" Anna asked as they walked to a protected corner of the market square. He nodded.

"When is he returning?" Kristoff asked her.

***

“Are you going to run off with him now?” Hans asked dryly.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve only been back from the West Indies for a month. I’m not stupid. Before you’ve been much better about providing plausible deniability.”

“Before… what do you mean?”

“The first one, I know he’s mine. But the others… the girl, yes, they say she resembles her aunt. That’s very convenient. The younger boy, though, do you think I’m blind? Do you think there aren’t whispers among the staff?”

“Are you threatening me? I’m the Queen.”

“Your condition is delicate, I can just wait.

***

“Kristoff!” Anna hissed as his cart entered the castle gates.

“Anna!” Kristoff gasped, not expecting to see anyone in the early summer morning twilight.

“You’ve got to get out of here,” she whispered, running up to him, “Hans knows.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He wasn’t in a rage, in fact he was very calm… it won’t do to have anything happen to me or the children. I think we can count on that much.”

“Is that what he really said?”

“Please, Kristoff, just go… they’ll be safe enough.”

“But will you be safe?”

***

Anna sat in the middle of the portrait gallery and looked around. The people in the paintings seemed to be glaring down at her. Their grace and beauty had always inspired her, but she didn’t know what to do now.

She had warned Kristoff to get away, but he wasn’t leaving until she was safe. He was right, though, there were no good options. Arendelle had no army or navy. Any defiance on her part would bring in the Southern Isles. Anyone who came to her defense was at risk.

“Mama?” her daughter’s voice echoed from the doorway.

“Yes, Inga?”

***

They’d taken flight the night before, away from Arendelle. Kristoff had Sven taking the wagon at top speed. This was madness but what other choice did they have at this point? Hans knew, and it was bad enough that she was at risk, but she couldn’t put Kristoff at risk.

The mountains grew less familiar. They were deep in the woods now. He knew where they were going, but she didn’t really remember. He had said something about the trolls. She would have to trust him. He said she’d been there before. She couldn’t remember very much. They were close.

***

Kristoff knew the risk of returning to Arendelle, especially so soon, but Anna was safe with her sister, and he needed to see for himself what the official story was going to be, and besides, he had never seen a state funeral before.

The ceremony was brief, but Kristoff could see that all the children were well. The oldest looked oddly mature for a boy of seven, standing solemnly next to his father, now the regent, the two looking like a matched set. The younger two, their heads covered, were well tended by the nanny. He wanted to hug them.

***

The sadness was overwhelming. Anna woke up and looked around. She was alive. Kristoff was alive. They were safe. She had to trust that the children were more valuable alive, like Hans had promised. But as far as anyone in Arendelle knew, she was dead.

But she had gotten herself into this mess. She had gotten into this mess years ago, and had blithely trusted that things would be fine, and never said stop when she should have. Could they ever go back?

As she stepped outside, she saw a familiar gust of wind. A letter fell into her hand.

***

Dear Mother,

I remember that you told me that the wind spirit will always get letters to you, so I’m going to try writing to you, even though they tell me that you’re dead now. At your funeral, you and the baby were covered with a dark veil, and they said it was best that I not look.

Freddy has been asking for you. Inga just cries. I’m working hard at my studies, like you told me to. Father tells me that he will take care of running the kingdom until I’m old enough. Please write back.

With love,

Lars

***

Dearest Lars,

I wish I could tell you where I am, but please know that I am safe and well. Try to cheer up your brother and sister the best you can, and tell them I love them.

You must hide the letters you get from me, and never tell anyone about them. I won’t ask you to keep any other secrets, but please keep this secret. I hope when you’re older, I’ll be able to tell you everything.

Until then, I want to hear all about your studies and your games and everything going on.

I love you,

Mother

***

Dear Mother,

I’ve hidden your letter in the secret room you showed me when I was five, the one you said that Father doesn’t need to know about.

I get to ring the Yule Bell this year. There wasn’t a Harvest Festival because everyone was still in State Mourning, that’s what they called it. I’m not sure if we’re still supposed to be in State Mourning, but Nanny has me wearing black every day, but Inga and Freddy don’t have to.

My studies are going very well, and I’ve started studying Latin. I play when I can.

With love,

Lars

***

Dearest Lars,

I’m so happy that your studies are going well. You’ll need all of that in the future. There are some books in the secret room that you should be sure to read.

Please make sure your brother and sister are happy and well. Please let me know about how they’re doing.

I wish I could see you all right now. I miss you so much. Think of me when you’re ringing the Yule Bell this year. I know the preparations will be keeping you busy, so only write back when you have enough time.

I love you,

Mother

***

Dear Mother,

The Yule Bell ringing went very well, and everyone told me how brave and dignified I looked. Father says we are still in mourning, so we didn’t get to celebrate anything for Christmas. The Yule Bell is for the people, so we needed to maintain that. We spent most of the week in the chapel, otherwise I would have written to you earlier.

I hope wherever you are you enjoyed the holidays. They let us play out in the snow, and I taught Inga and Freddy the song about the trolls. Do you remember it?

With love,

Lars

***

Dearest Lars,

I’m sorry for not writing back sooner, but I needed to wait until there was more paper, and the weather was too unpredictable to be traveling this winter. I hope you understand.

I hope you’ll be doing something nice for your birthday in a few weeks. There is a book in the secret room, next to the north window, on the third shelf from the bottom. It was my favorite when I was about your age. I hid it there for safe keeping. Tell me what you think.

Please give hugs to Inga and Freddy.

Fondest love,

Mother

***

Dear Mother,

I found the book, thank you so much! I’ve read it several times now, though only when I can get to the secret room with nobody seeing me.

Now that I’m eight my tutor says I should spend even more time on my studies, and he thinks I can go ahead and start learning Greek in addition to Latin. I’ve also been practicing riding, and I’ve gotten quite good at it. Father says that’s important, too. He’s going to find someone to teach me fencing soon.

Do you want anything for your birthday next month?

With love,

Lars

***

Dearest Lars,

You don’t need to get anything for my birthday, but please make sure that your brother and sister know that it’s my birthday. I’m so happy that you enjoyed the book. Like I said, it was one of my favorites.

I hope you do lots of riding now that the weather is nice. Try to go beyond the castle courtyard now that you’ve got some experience, if your tutors will let you.

I miss you so much. I know I’ve said that many times, but I do. Give hugs to Inga and Freddy for me.

Much love,

Mother

***

Dear Mother,

I’ve had a very good summer so far. I spent lots of time riding around the countryside with my riding tutor, and we often went to the cliffs to see down to the fjord. I like looking out at the ocean.

I’m not as good at fencing, but I’m practicing. It doesn’t seem quite as fun as pretend sword fighting, and the tutor is very strict about it.

Inga’s birthday is next week. She’ll be five, and Father says he supposes she should have a governess soon, but she’s already reading my books.

I miss you.

Love,

Lars

***

Dearest Lars,

There is a trunk in the secret room, near the south window. If you open it, you should find a doll on the top. Please give that to Inga for her birthday. Don’t tell anyone where you found it, of course.

Make sure that you share all your school books with her, and please make sure she’s learning everything that you’ve learned. Let me know how she’s doing, of course. And Freddy, too. I haven’t forgotten him. Make sure they all get hugs, and let me know if they’re happy.

Take care of yourself, too.

Fondest love,

Mother

***

Dear Mother,

It’s been a year since they told me you died. We spent the day at a memorial service. Father was acting very sad, which he hasn’t been most of the time. Maybe it was the ceremony. If I weren’t getting your letters, I think I’d be sad, too. Nanny had to take Freddy out because he was making a scene. Inga was sad, but I tried to make her happy afterwards.

Father will be traveling to the West Indies in a few days, and he doesn’t know when he’ll get back.

I still miss you, Mother.

Love,

Lars

***

Walking into the library, Inga saw her older brother out on the balcony throw something into the air.

"What was that?"

He startled. "Nothing… just thinking about Mother."

"Oh. I wonder what she would think about you secretly teaching me Latin."

"Very much in favor," he smiled.

"I'd like to think that," she sighed. "I certainly wish Father approved. All I get now is French and dance. I must marry well."

Her brother cleared his throat. "Nevermind that, here's Cicero."

She opened the book at the bookmark. "Iustitia…" hesitating, she looked up at her brother.

"That means 'justice'," he explained.

***

The Bishop continued to intone about the eternal. Was the afterlife where she would see her mother again? This was the anniversary of her mother’s death. She hadn't seen her since the age of four. Her younger brother was too young to remember, while her older brother, king in name only, was always strangely calm on this day. For her father, the regent, this day was the only day of the year he showed signs of emotion over his late wife. In ten years, she had only seen him grieve at public events. The memories never sat right with her.

***

“This is an affront!” Hans shouted, slamming his hand down on the table.

“Excuse me,” the crown princess replied calmly, “but we’re not the ones trying to turn our child’s engagement into a business transaction. She’s a sweet girl, and he seems to like her, so we have no objections, they have our blessing, but that doesn’t mean you or Arendelle should get any special privileges.”

“She is only seventeen,” he reminded them. “You expect me to let her go so young?”

“He wasn’t asking you permission to get married right away. At any rate, you came to us, remember?”

***

“You should kneel.”

“Why? You’re not the king, and as of yesterday, you’re no longer regent.” She stood up as tall as she could, not quite reaching his eye level, but close enough. He wasn’t towering over her.

“Your brother may have come of age, but you haven’t. I have half a mind to send you to a convent.”

“Go ahead, Father. If I’m Catholic, that makes me worthless to England, and then where’s your bargaining chip for Russia?” she asked seriously.

“Enough of this!” he shouted, “you’re getting to be as bad as your mother.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

#drabbles #canon divergence #frozen fanfiction #kristanna

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ao3porcelainstorm · 3 years

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poison ivy & stinging nettles 1

'A Case of Poison Ivy and Stinging Nettles'

“Very original title, John,” Sherlock snorted. John glared up at his friend, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"The whole case was about betrayal, plants, and pharmaceuticals," he shot back. "It's a clever title." "What about chemistry? There was plenty of chemistry." "Our client was a botanist," John rolled his eyes and continued typing at the laptop. "Don't worry, there's plenty of mention of your glorious prowess with chemical reactions."

On Ao3

Pairing: Sherlock/OFC

Rated: M

Warnings: eventual violence, torture, swears, adult themes (no explicit smut)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1- Amelia

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Unlike most cases on this blog, Sherlock and I stumbled into this one quite accidentally.

Sherlock had made Mrs. Hudson upset, and when I revealed that it was her birthday, I quickly ushered him to the nearest florist.

That was where we met Amelia Brenner, the first person I'd ever known that spoke the language of the flowers fluently.

~~~

Amelia Brenner disliked the rain that so often plagued London. If she had a choice in the matter, she would have been back home, probably sunbathing on the rooftop of her Brooklyn apartment. Unfortunately, life had a cruel sense of humor, and that led to Amelia's present circumstances.

She often lamented that she was the one being punished for having done right by society, but the brief periods of sunshine that occasionally peaked through the London skyline, reminded her that this wasn't the all terrible exile she'd convinced herself it was.

Today, was one of those rare, beautiful, days.

And there were two grown men in the front of her flower shop bickering over which flowers they needed to purchase to appease their landlady.

“Roses are safe,” she suggested, eyes trailing to the clear sky outside longingly. “Red and yellow are happiness and excitement. Just yellow mean friendship.”

“I didn't realize flowers had their own language,” the shorter gentleman turned around with a nervous chuckle. He looked out of place, and clearly overwhelmed, but no so much as the dark-hair man beside him.

“Perfect, that'll do,” the second man shot in, visibly annoyed at the entire situation.

Amelia was just as eager to get the men out of her shop, and quickly moved to the side of the shop where she stored her roses in a refrigerator.

“Shouldn't we get her something more meaningful?” the shorter man asked, as Amelia's fingers nearly touch the stem of the yellow roses. She froze, throwing on a bright smile and turning around.

“Do you know what her favorite flowers are? We could add them to the rose bouquet,” she suggested, a passing child and their laughing friends running by with ice cream reminded her of her urgency to close up early for the day.

“God if I know,” the brunette shrugged impatiently. “John, you remember pointless things like that. Why don't you know?”

“You've known her longer, Sherlock,” the blonde, John, shot back. “Not once, have you gotten her a birthday present?”

“It didn't seem important,” he muttered, turning his attention to the numerous displays sitting in the shop window.

“I'm sorry, my friend is a bit difficult when it comes to any semblance of intimacy or emotional attachment,” John shot his turned away friend a scowl before approaching Amelia. “Are there any flowers that mean, 'beloved friend', or something similar?”

Amelia paused, half-tempted to just grab the yellow roses, but John seemed earnest in his request, despite the difficult behavior his friend was displaying.

“You know what...” Amelia moved toward a different section of the store where she had various flowers set in plastic vases for “do-it-yourself” bouquets. “Tell me about your landlady.”

“She's an older woman,” John started, hesitating slightly. “Very kind. Always has a cup of tea ready for you on a bad day.”

“Nosy, likes invading your personal space,” Sherlock chimed in.

“It's because you do things like shoot bullets through walls,” John reminded him tersely. “She gets concerned.”

Amelia plucked a few coreopsis, orange geraniums, and a large sunflower. Grabbing a few sprigs of sage and some Queen Anne's lace for accents, she moved to the main counter and dug through her drawers for a crystal vase she'd seen laying around.

It didn't take long for her to take the random assortment of flowers and turn them into a gorgeous display of yellows and orange. The white accents of the lace, pulled the whole thing together in a practical, tasteful way.

“What do they all mean?” John asked, glancing up from the card Amelia had given him to fill out and attach to the bouquet.

“Queen Anne's lace means sanctuary,” Amelia lightly touched the small white flowers. “A short sunflower means adoration, geraniums mean true friendship, sage means wisdom, and corepsis mean always cheerful.”

“That's perfect,” John practically beamed up at her, signing both his and Sherlock's name to the bottom of the card.

Amelia rang up his purchase, giving the men a small discount because she felt a little bad about their circumstances. Especially, once John went into more detail about exactly what it was his friend had done (something about a snippy comment about the woman's sweater).

“You said a short sunflower means adoration, what does a tall one mean?” Sherlock spoke up, looking quite uncomfortable as John shoved the vase into his hands.

Amelia had to bite her bottom lip to keep down the giggle that wanted to erupt with her response. She swallowed it down, turning it into a cough before coolly responding.

“Haughtiness.”

John snorted a laugh and ushered Sherlock out of the store before the taller man could make a comment. He thanked Amelia again over his shoulder and was gone in a flash.

Amelia quickly ran to the front door, flipping over the open sign to “closed”, and locked it in place. She looked at her watch and calculated she had about three hours until the sun began to set, giving her plenty of time to sit in the green house she'd constructed on the roof, and take in a bit of the sunshine with her plants.

She tided up the shop, humming an excited tune under her breath while she cashed out the register and wiped down the counters. All was going smoothly until a very urgent visitor began pounding at her front door.

Thinking she'd forgotten an order, or perhaps John or Sherlock had dropped something, she unlocked the door and swung it open.

What Amelia hadn't anticipated was the front end of a pistol to bed shoved into her chest and a group of three men to storm into her tiny space.

The last man in quickly closed the door behind him, while the other two started pulling down blinds, the gun still trained on a stunned Amelia.

“Can I help you?” she stammered, her hands up in defense, trying to think of an escape plan through the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. The backdoor was too far. There weren't any nearby windows.

She was stuck.

One of the men kicked down a display. Gerbera daisies scattered across the floor in a splash of color that the man quickly stepped on, and twisted his foot. He chuckled at Amelia's face, distorted in distress at the careless handling of the flowers she'd dedicated her free time to.

“The data set,” the man with the gun snarled. Amelia noticed he was missing a front tooth, and that had distracted her considerably. He fired a bullet near her feet, repeating his question.

“I have no idea what that means,” she whimpered in response. The men were working their way around the shop, kicking over display, stomping on flowers, and pouring lighter fluid over their destroyed remains.

“Don't play dumb sweetheart, it's not a good look,” he stepped closer, pressing the tip of the weapon into her cheek. “The data set with the clinical trial results. A mutual friend wants it back.”

Amelia continued feigning ignorance, despite knowing precisely what data set he was referring to. It was safely tucked away in a deposit box, across town, under an assumed name.

“I just deal in flowers,” she insisted, a small sob pulling from her chest as they continued to demolished her little shop. “If you look to the bottom of your boots, that's the pretty stuff you're destroying.”

“Don't get cheeky with me,” the man with the gun snapped back. "An American in London, setting up shop just after the biggest data breach in Chemco's history..."

“And what are you going to do about it? Shoot me?” Amelia regretted the words the instant they left her mouth. The small wave of confidence immediately fading while he moved forward. He pulled his hand back and hit her across the face with the end of his weapon.

“Am I interrupting something?” a voice asked, just familiar enough where Amelia caught her breath when she identified the source.

The king of sunflowers himself, standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.

Sherlock Holmes.

“You'd be wise to turn around and pretend you haven't seen a thing,” the man with the gun aimed it toward Sherlock with a wicked grin. “This doesn't have to involve you.”

“I see,” he hummed, his eyes trailing over the scene, falling on Amelia and what she assumed was a large bruise forming under her eye. “Unfortunately, I left my mobile at the register, so if someone would be so inclined?”

The man closest to Amelia threw an elbow in her side, shoving her toward the register.

“Go on then,” he hissed, his weapon still aimed at the newcomer.

Amelia practically jumped at the touch, slowly edging her way toward the register. There was no cell phone left behind. No one had time to ask questions, because during the lull in the room, Sherlock moved.

With a crack, he smashed a large vase over the man with the gun. The goon collapsed on the floor with a grunt, the other two men moving into action with swinging fists.

Sherlock dodged the attacks, throwing one man into the counter top and knocking the other to the floor unconscious with a swift punch.

He looked up at Amelia, brow arched in question.

“Why does it smell like petrol?” he asked, an instant before one of the men tossed a lighter across the floor to Amelia's destroyed daisies.

Amelia bounded across the space in a flurry, catching him by the waist, and tackling him through the shop's open door to the busy street outside. She rolled across the ground, only being caught by the shoulder before hitting the curb.

It didn't take long for the shop to erupt into flames, the lighter fluid speeding up the consumption which the plants happily provided.

Dazed, Amelia and Sherlock gaped from outside as smoke billowed from the building.

Pedestrians screamed or stopped to get a better look. Somewhere in her muddled mind, Amelia heard someone calling the fire department.

“There's a green house on the roof,” Sherlock murmured. “Do you have fertilizer in the building?”

She sure did. Right by the register and tucked away in the workroom. She was going to bring it up that day.

Amelia's eyes widened at the realization, and it didn't take her new companion long to determine the answer.

Practically lifting her from their position, he dragged her stumbling across the street just as the first explosion sounded through the block, sending glass shattering across the area.

Dropping to the ground, covered in soot, small cuts, and dirt, Amelia looked to him and sighed.

“Thanks,” she said, resting her head against the brick building they ended on, and watching what little happiness she'd obtained burn to the ground. Go figure.

Fire sirens wailed through the block, firemen ushered passerby's out of the way, and before long, Sherlock and Amelia were scooped up by EMTs.

When she was patched up, an officer took her to Scotland Yard for a statement.

Amelia told the officers investigating that it had been a robbery gone wrong. No, she didn't know why they wanted to destroy her shop. She grew daisies and wrapped roses, why would she understand why they threw lighter fluid around the place? Of course it was reasonable that fertilizer was in a flower shop. She grew her own flowers after all.

Eventually, she was released from Scotland Yard, exhausted from the day, but with no where to go, considering her apartment was above the shop.

She had money in the bank, but her debit card and ID had been under the register when the shop caught fire. It was going to take some time before she could get what she needed to book out a hotel room. One of the officers had given her an address to a hostel they recommended to fire victims until things were settled, but the idea of something so public made Amelia nervous. She already wasn't thrilled that the news had covered the fire.

“Why lie to the police?” a baritone voice asked over her shoulder. Amelia nearly jumped out of her skin at the presence, whipping her head around and finding Sherlock standing a few meters away.

“Excuse me?” Amelia wasn't sure if she'd heard him correctly, her mind numb and tired from the days events. She just wanted a shower and a fresh change of clothes, not the second degree from this vigilante ninja detective.

“You lied to the police, you said it was a robbery,” he repeated, taking a few steps toward her, his blue eyes skimming over her face. “You're a bad liar, and that obviously wasn't a normal robbery. They were looking for something specific.”

Amelia had over heard some of the officers at the station talking about Sherlock when she revealed he had been the one who had saved her. When she asked the officer taking her statement, he just shrugged and said that he was a consultant to the Yard, but others certainly had stronger feelings about the subject.

Amelia looked around the street, largely empty aside from a few taxis and a couple walking along the sidewalk across the road.

“Fine, I'll bite,” she replied. “I'm in possession of some important research regarding a drug that's about to be finalized by the FDA and the NHS.”

“I'd venture to guess this research isn't beneficial to the company?” he asked.

“They blew up my shop and pistol whipped me,” Amelia laughed bitterly, her hand moving to touch the swollen spot on her face. “It certainly isn't rainbows and sunshine cures.”

He paused, considering her words before speaking again.

“Do you know who sent the men?” he asked, and Amelia shrugged, exhaustion continuing to creep over her. She still smelled like smoke and gasoline, her arms and clothes still ripped and black. Not that she could do anything about it.

“I'm assuming the CEO,” Amelia replied, a hint of irritation was rising in her voice as she realized how hopeless her night was going to be.

“And why would a CEO become personally involved in a bad publicity matter?” he inquired. It was a reasonable question, and Amelia might have avoided specifics but she was in no mood to play games, and it seemed this guy was going to get his answers eventually. Besides, she owed him some explanation for saving her life.

“Because she's my mother.”

Chapter 2

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock/ofc #sherlock original female character #sherlock/oc #john watson #fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock/reader #watson

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chemiste · 4 years

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She - H.S. soulmate au

blue - the first time you see them

It doesn’t matter how you see them. It could be a photo, a video, the back of their head on a crowded sidewalk. All that matters is that you’ve now seen them, your soulmate.

For most people, one day they may find themselves going about their schedule as planned. Maybe shopping, getting groceries, or going clubbing, and suddenly their world changes. They drop their new Prada purchase on the ground as they gaze up to the bright blue sky, the milk carton in their hand no longer a version of grey but bountiful sapphire, the drunk girl’s sequin dress now sparkling in the disco light a captivating periwinkle.

Hopefully, they’re able to get their bearings in time since sometimes, unfortunately, their soulmate won’t see them as they drive away from the store or leave the bar with other friends. But if they do, and that person looks up from the carton in their hand to the women holding a box of rice down the aisle, its like magic.

For you, it happened at a very young age. You had been at the mall with friends, going through the J-14 magazines in the back section of Claire’s.

“Oh my god! I got Zayn from the quiz!” your friend Maggie exclaimed excitedly. The rest of your gaggling group of 13-year-olds gathered around her as she pointed out the famed ‘which One Direction member will you marry!’ quiz in the magazine. You weren’t a big boyband fan and honestly didn’t know what she was talking about until you went over.

“Who?” You asked, going through big title names like Justin Bieber or Usher and not ringing any bells. She grinned, “It’s a new band that formed from the X-Factor, they are totally gorgeous and now I’m pleased to say I’ll be marrying”— she shoved the glossy paper in your face— “this one!!!”

You pulled the booklet back to take a better look. On the top of the page was a picture of five boys. They seemed to be on a bus of some sort you realized as Maggie pointed to the boy with the beanie in the far left of the photo. “That’s my future husband, isn’t he just dreamy?”

The girls around you giggled like all tweens would while looking at their celebrity crushes. Some exclaimed their love for other members like ‘Niall’ or ‘Louis and Liam’.

“Who’s that one?”

You drew your finger to the last member on the right, “That’s Harry Styles—“ “ The love of my life!” Your friend Bernice shouted—“He’s the youngest member and a total heartthrob as well!” Maggie laughed, throwing her hand out to poke Bernice in a teasing manner.

The photo had just been various shades of grey for you, nothing surprising. Plus, Claire’s was a mainly ‘pink store’ you’ve heard it been called by parents so it wasn’t until your group of friends walked through the food court and past the Dillard’s sign did you realized something major had changed.

You could see blue.

purple - the first time you hear them

A few months after your mall surprise, a school assembly had been called. You and a couple friends from math were walking together to the gymnasium for the pep rally being held to cheer on your band going to competition and briefly update students on what’s new. You had grown to love blue and always wore monotone outfits of various shades of the color but who could blame you? It was your FIRST color! The moment you saw the Dillard’s sign, you flipped.

You and your friends screamed and jumped around you in the middle of the mall which may have looked a bit funny to any bystanders, but then you suddenly all stopped and had the same realization— your soulmate must be somewhere in the mall!

Y’all searched for hours until coming to the conclusion that they must have left some time ago, but it still gave you hope that they must live in the area! You lived in Austin, Texas, and sure there was a slim chance that your soulmate could have been a tourist, but right in the middle of March? Not likely.

Unless they were here for SXSW, well then you were screwed.

“I see a couple of open bleachers over there.” One of your friends pointed out and you started to weave your way through the loud and crazy mess that was your school. A song started over the speakers and screams erupted from your fellow classmates.

You’re insecure

Don’t know what for

“What’s up with everyone?” You yelled to Anika as people belted out the lyrics to the specific song with more enthusiasm than you’d ever seen from the student body. “It’s a new song that just got released by that band from the UK! South Direct or something like that?”

Being the way that you are is enough

Your eyes lit up with recognition, “Oh, One Direction?”

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Anika nodded and opened her mouth to say something more but the school somehow managed to get louder as they screamed the chorus to the song.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell

You don’t know

Oh, oh

You don’t know you’re beautiful

You laughed at the scene before you and bobbed your head along with the song. As it came to a close you chatted with your friends while waiting for the principle to come out and give her introduction speech for the student and faculty. What you didn’t expect was to see her in an entirely different color than grey or blue.

It was purple.

Your eyes bulged out of your head as you whipped you head back up the bleachers on each side of you, desperate to see someone that had the same reaction as you to her dress.

You had heard your soulmate, and they had to be in this room.

yellow - the first time you hear them laugh

Yellow is an odd one for sure, any type of laugh, giggle, chuckle, snicker, or guffaw could spark this shade to life for you.

You were a junior in high school, studying in the library during you break period. You had kind of given up on the whole soulmate thing when your extensive research in middle school bore no results.

The minute the fateful assembly had been over, you raced home and looked through the yearbook for hours, trying to see if fate would show you your soulmate again. At school the next day you made sure you laughed, made eye-contact, brushed up against or touched in some way with EVERYONE you came in contact with.

You thought maybe they had missed picture day and so that should make it easier to pick them out, right? Wrong.

After the school year ended, you sort of stopped caring about the whole ordeal and had a strange resentment for the retched boyband that had given you another color to haunt you every day. As the group blew up, you avoided them at every turn, declining invitations to see their concert when they came to Dallas, instead choosing to listen to original movie scores and orchestra recordings, and Disney.

LOT’S of Disney.

You watched your friend bump into their soulmate at ACL, or heard them while tanning at Barton Springs, but never anything for you. You guessed that your soulmate must have moved right after the assembly or changed schools and that these were going to be the only colors you saw for the rest of your life.

I mean, sure, you could try one of the ‘soulmate finder’ apps, but in all honestly, they creeped you out and didn’t seem 100% certified. Who wants to record themselves laughing at a camera while wearing as much yellow as possible somewhere with blue and purple all around them?

When Etude No. 5 started to die out as the battery life in your headphones dropped to zero, you mumbled a quiet “fuck” and started digging through your backpack for the travel charge box you kept with you. That’s when you heard it.

Through the quiet brushes of flipped pages keyboard tunes, and scribbled lead, you heard a little laugh and some chatter come from the computer section that was only divided from you by a long bookshelf. You strained your ears to listen to what sounded like, an interview? From a computer? You shook your head, whatever it is it’s not like it matters, the librarian should come to force whoever it is to turn the volume down, and it probably won’t distract you from finishing your essay.

Roughly an hour later, you’ve completed your lovely paper on how things would have been different if women had been given more positions of power long ago (coughsexismcough) and slip on your aviator shades.

Your parents had given them to you as a birthday present freshman year, they were tinted blue so everything you looked at was, well, blue. You loved them and wore them all the time. It’s silly but they made you feel cool. You packed up and left the library as the school bell rang to end that day of class.

Only when you got home did you practically choke on the goldfish you’d not-so-graciously shoved in your mouth when you saw that your mother’s flower vase was filled with sunflowers.

Very yellow sunflowers.

“Fuck.” Was all you could say as you grabbed the whole carton of goldfish and went to your room.

green - the first time you dream of them

This color comes to many within the first few months they learn about the concept of having a soulmate. Little kids restless in their tiny racecar beds, thinking about the person that is meant for them. Often times, said children wake up to see the vibrant green leaves on the tree outside their bedroom window waving hello to them as the race off of to tell their parents about the dream they just had. The Dream.

Your friends all were able to see green by the time junior high was ending. It was a little disappointing to be the odd one out when they would make green friendship bracelets that of course you had but couldn’t see the happy color it produced, only the shade of grey over it.

You yourself were surprised when you didn’t have a dream of them the night after you saw blue, you guessed that maybe your mind had been so caught up on finding the person that it didn’t take a moment to actually think about what they would be like.

How they might react to one of your dad jokes that you take the liberty to present in a dramatic way, if they snore or not after a long day of work, or how they make their tea.

This is why it was a surprise you woke up one lovely summer day before your senior year to see that your journal was actually a lovely lime green with tiny lemons scattered on the cover, not red like you originally had guessed.

Your dream wasn’t anything defining of the person. In rare cases, people were able to see fragments of their soulmates while in dreams, but that was only one in a million, and no, yours didn’t magically let you see the person or where they lived but just connected the pieces of your first color moments.

The blue Dillard’s logo standing out to you in the mall.

Your school jamming out to music and the surprising appearance of the purple dress.

And— the laugh at the library.

Wait, hold on, the laugh from the computer at the library?! You fell back on your navy sheet cover pillow grasping your hair. How on earth was that the defining laugh? You had always assumed afterward that you must have heard it on your way out through the crowded foyer at school or when you had the windows down and you drove through your neighborhood.

“Well isn’t this perfect.” You mumbled to yourself as you climbed out of bed, noticing every piece of green that was spotted in your room. Your favorite sweater was jade, the mismatched sock you had put on last night with a blue one an emerald green. The family picture frame on the wall in the hallway a simple Olive.

Maybe the biggest surprise to you was that your old and ‘most comfortable recliner in all the world’ was a horrendous Feldgrau. Your parents found out you had finally achieved earth’s pigmentation when you came into the living room exclaiming, “Oh my god, how have we not gotten rid of this thing yet?! That color is disgusting!”

red - the first time you make eye-contact

This shade could sometimes be the first color a person sees or maybe the last, or not at all for those with blind partners. All your friends said it was an out of body experience, it’s not just seeing the shade of red but the connection between you and your soulmate just feels like electricity is shot into your veins and it’s hard to control your breathing in the moment because it’s so powerful.

Today was a lovely October day in the great Lone Star State and you were visiting a friend who was studying biophysics at UT.

“Y/N girl it’s been ages since I saw you! How’s the semester treating you?”

Danica asked you as you both sat on her sofa in her small apartment next to campus. She was a junior this year and used to live in your neighborhood, you had been friends for what seemed an eternity. She was smart as a whip and made everything seem brighter, she had short red hair and two freckles underneath her left eye that you had always admired.

“Everything’s well, I graduated early so now I’m taking college classes through community college until next year. Economics is kicking my butt though.” You state with a smile, taking the cup of Earl Grey that had been cooling in front of you.

Dan twiddled with her thumbs and mumbled something to you when you put down the teacup. You rolled your eyes, “Come on Danny, spit it out!” The girl next to you took a few moments as it seemed like she was having a debate with herself.

“Will you come to a concert with me?!” She finally blurted out. “I know it’s last-minute but everyone else seems to be only studying and I need my part wing woman!”

You laughed, Danica had always been a spontaneous chick, ready to do anything right in a second. You loved her for it and it took you to some very interesting places and events, plus lot’s of concerts.

Eyeing the crazy red-head who now had her head in your lap, you asked, “Who’s playing at the concert?”

She smiled sheepishly up at you, “Harry Styles…”

You dropped your head back on the couch behind you and groaned, looking up at her stuccoed ceiling. Dan jumped up from her position and propped up over you. “Please! I know you’ve got some weird vengeance against the band he used to be in but can you give him a chance to redeem just himself?” You blew a raspberry as she looked down from over you with sad puppy eyes.

“Fine!” You whine, admitting defeat where it was needed. She squealed and dropped down to straddle you for a hug, knocking the air out of your lungs at the same time she squeezed the life out of you while shouting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

Danica popped off you and raced to her room, you stood up and followed the ecstatic girl to her sleeping quarters. A shirt flew out of the doorway that you managed to snatch from the air as you entered the doorway. “What on earth are you doing Dan?” You questioned with a smirk, leaning up against the wooden frame.

She threw a dazzling smile at you, “WE need to look our best for this concert and that means dressing up! Our soulmate could be there for all we know and this is the defining moment to show off if we’ll be just platonic soulmates or romantic soulmates.”

The two of you ended up going through her whole closet but eventually came down to the perfect outfits. Danica decided to go for a set of black skinny jeans, blue blowy tank top and some wedges that she swore were “the most comfortable heel in all creation”.

After a bit of debate, you decided to go for a pink skater dress, with black velvet strap ankle heels that you most definitely put gel pads into (lmao they are literally life savors). You couldn’t see the pink but you both always loved the specific shade of grey pink usually was so you went with it.

You both did your favorite makeup and took a bunch of photos in the wall mirror Danica had out in the living room before eating and grabbing a Lyft to the Moody Theater. On the ride there Dan talked about how she had won the tickets in a raffle that she had called drunk a few months ago and forgot about till she received the tickets in the mail a few days ago. You both walked arm in arm into the theatre, showing your tickets to the scanner.

“Excuse me! ‘scuse me, sorry about that!” Danica chirped as she practically dragged you to the front of the standing crowd, you couldn’t believe how close the stage was, and surprising how low it was too. Usually, when you would go to a concert with her, the stage was almost five feet high, but the ACL Live one was only about three, making it seem cozier or more connected with the audience and performer.

When the lights went down in the audience and the stage lights shined back up at you, it was amazing.

The overhead lights cast down on the first few rows of people crammed around the stage and it was so surreal. Save for those few dozen people, you couldn’t really see anything behind them except for a couple of phone lights and the silhouettes of bodies anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mr. Harry Styles.

“I love his new album, Fine Line, it makes me cry every time I get to the end of the track!” Dan said to you while bouncing up and down ready to jam.

You smiled and gave her a big hug, “Well here you are up and in person with the man that sings to you every night.” She sighed, “I wish he could just be my soulmate, I mean we’re practically made for each other!”

You both laughed but were overtaken by screams as a man walked out wearing a different shade of grey, white pants, and black boots. On his hands were the signature rings of his initials as well as blue and yellow-painted nails.

He struck a pose that slightly confused you but when Dan lost her mind with the rest of the crowd, you went along with it and clapped too.

What do you mean?

I’m sorry by the way

Never coming back down

Your eyes widened a bit as you actually knew the song, “I’ve heard this on the radio countless times!” you shout to Dan who gives you a thumbs up.

Can’t you see?

I could, but wouldn’t stay

Wouldn’t put it like that

What do you mean?

I’m sorry by the way

Never coming around

Be so sweet if things just stayed the same

(La-da-da-da-da)

It was strange really, it seemed like the blue you once knew as a lightly mellow pastel turned very bright and sharp, the backset lights flickering between shades of blue you’d never noticed before.

Huh? You scanned the crowd that was lit in front a bit, seeing if there could be a slim chance that the missing piece of your life puzzle could be here.

All the lights couldn’t put out the dark

Runnin’ through my heart

Lights up and they know who you are

Know who you are

Do you know who you are?

Shine, step into the light

Shine, so bright sometimes

Shine, I’m not ever going back

You closed your eyes and shook your head, looking back up at the man with suspenders before you. The song comes to a close and the audience erupts in applause and cheers.

“Hello Austin! ’s wonderful to meet ‘ye here, ‘m Harry.”

Purple lights flood the crowd and you cheer with the crowd, throwing a ‘hello!’ into your welcome cry.

Strangely, the musician seems to catch something in the crowd as his eyes get big and glance over the whole auditorium. Harry seems to snap out of it and you think nothing of it as he finishes the introduction and goes through a couple more songs.

He sings Watermelon Sugar, (which gets a few moans out of Danica) Canyon Moon, and then Adore You. After the final verses from the song, he takes a swig of water and a moment to chat with the crowd.

“Texas is somthin’ id’n’t ?” Well, that got the crowd going. Telling a bunch of Texans that their state is pretty cool? That will get them riled up. He continues, “It’s such a big state! My whole birth country could fit in ‘ere with room to spare!”

He grabs his guitar and starts to strum a bit on it. He looks down and says into the mic, almost like he was bashful to tell a certain secret.

“This next song I’m gonna play for you I wrote… about a certain someone.”

Shouts were thrown at the stage faster than bras during Kiwi, most of them consisting of ‘Soulmate!’ The British man definitely heard them as a small smile graced his face.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his arms out and stating, “I’ve never told the story behind this song so why don’t I do it deep in the heart of Texas?”

Crowds. Loud. (You get the point.) Dan basically was squeezing the life out of your arm she was so excited him he said that.

“This song is about, a person that is constantly on my mind, for those of you that don’t know through the deep dark web—” a couple chuckles fill the air “— I am one of the lucky people that can dream sort of ‘bout their soulmate.” This got some gasps in the audience, but surprisingly stayed quiet, hanging off his every word. “I see them, in flashes, and there’s such a strong connection it’s sometimes hard to get out of bed in the morning.” He cleared his throat as though taking a moment before stepping off a cliff.

“I wrote this song, so hopefully I find her. Here’s She.”

The audience ate it up as the intro started, all excited to hear his song now with the new knowledge.

Nine in the morning

The man drops his kids off at school

And he’s thinking of you

Like all of us do

Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon

Around 1:32

Like he knows what to do

The crowd is enraptured with the performance, swaying and singing along. But you just stand there as you try and decipher the emotions running through you. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. Maybe the gravity of his song weighs on you more than you realize.

She (she)

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

She’s the first one that I see

And I don’t know why

I don’t know who she is (she, she)

He scans the crowd, just the tops of heads. It’s hard to make eye-contact when singing the song cause it evokes so much emotion. But as he turns around to glance at his bandmates during a small pause between verses, he’s blown away at the sight of blue lighting the wall behind him.

You watch as he turns back around frantically scanning on the opposite side of the crowd you’re on before closing his eyes and singing a few more verses of the song.

Lives for the memory

A woman who’s just in his head (just in his head)

And she sleeps in his bed (his bed)

While he plays pretend (pretend)

So pretend (pretend)

You decide to copy him and just move your body to the rhythm of the song, letting it flow through you like you’ve never let a melody do before.

She (she)

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

She’s the first one that I see

And I don’t know why

I don’t know who she is (she, she)

She (she)

She’s the first one that I see (she)

She lives in daydreams with me

And I don’t know why

I don’t know where she is (she, she)

As he finishes the last verse, he walks while playing around the stage and dances with the other guitar solo that plays on. He dancewalks the edge of the stage looking at all the people in the audience, some reach out to him, others have cell phones pointed up, and some just smile.

Then he starts coming closer to where you and Danica are standing. You look over to see her buzzing like a hummingbird and laugh. The lights in the crowd flood yellow as a strong chord is hit on the guitar and Harry is immediately looking over to your area. His behavior piques your interest but nevertheless you focus back on Dan who looks like he’s made eye-contact with.

Harry knees down to her as she almost faints from the closeness in proximity to her.

“Wha’s your name love?” She squeaks and says, “Danica!” You chuckle at her response and turn to look at the man who’s still crouched down by you.

That’s when you make eye-contact.

You’d been told stories and secondhand experiences about the moment you finally see your soulmate fully and your wonders never amounted to this moment. It was as though everyone else had disappeared and the only people that existed were you two. You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck you in your spot. Your lungs were heavy to breathe with and only when you both snapped out of your small trance did you take a deep breath.

You faintly smile and let out a sigh. Finally. You glanced down to his shirt when your peripheral vision caught sight of something new.

“Nice shirt ya got there. I love the suspenders too.” His eyes crinkled from his smile at your comment.

“Quiet a lov’ly dress I see you wearing.” You look down to see that ironically, you both are matching in fuchsia attire.

You look back up at the man who has now stood and is realizing the song has ended but really REALLY doesn’t want to leave the spot he’s in.

You nod toward the microphone that was waiting for him in the mic stand. He smiles and with a bit of spring in his step, he walks back over and turns to his bandmates to chat for a second.

“What the fuck.”

Oh right, Dan is here. Along with lots of people around them. You look quickly to your left and right and breathe thankfully as it seemed the people around you were too drunk to care and luckily didn’t seem to be recording.

But Danica was there, and she was gobsmacked.

You grin at her and shrug your shoulders. It takes a moment of just staring at you dumbfoundedly before she socks you on the arm and shouts, “I can’t believe you had a vendetta against your soulmate’s band!”

orange - the first time you touch time

The concert ends, very well and happily. His encore was fantastic and you definitely noticed as few hip moves thrown your way when he sang Kiwi at the end. You honestly don’t know what to do when a bright white light washes over the room to let people trickle out and go home.

You walk with Dan to the side of the stage where a security guard was stationed by a small door that most likely led to the stage. You turned to Dan right before you went up to the beefy guy with a taser, “What in the world am I supposed to say?! I can’t outright say, ‘hey I’m Harry’s soulmate, he just met at the concert and I wanted to get backstage’ now can I?!”

The security guard seems to have noticed both of you now since you’re dressed in a bright pink dress you now realize and are kinda failing around. Basically a giant pink target. You know you’re done for when he opens the gate and is walking to the crowd arena you’re in but then, a flash was pink and white flies through the stage door and past the guard. You hear several people shouting from whatever corridor the door is connected to as you’re picked up and swung around.

You cling to the person holding you as you take a deep breath of their cologne, it’s warm vanilla. You open your eyes and gasp as you see the Longhorn’s banner standing out in bright burnt orange block letters. You’re finally set down and you’re able to see him clearly for the first time without stage lights and 3 feet of space between you.

“My name is Y/N.”

Harry smiles and laughs, “ello’ soulmate, I’m so happy to find you.”

You tuck your face into his chest, not caring that he was pretty sweaty after a full concert, hell you probably are too. “Thank you for the song,” you say when you look back up at him, “it’s wonderful.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty more for you love.”

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so1are · 5 years

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☀️🌸Happy Birthday Solaré🌸☀️

Hello everyone💖! I hope you are well! its my birthday today🎂, and i’ve been on here for more than a year. I wanted to let you all know how precious you are to me, so I wrote something small for each of you. I’ve been writing this post for a long time, months actually lol. I’ve met some amazing people on here who really make my heart fill with light and happiness💛. I want to ask your forgiveness if i’ve ever hurt your feelings, and I want to thank you for being so kind to me. I wish you happiness always💕

@suavesehun My bestie, my eternally precious friend! I feel like my heart is comforted when talking to you, and I really appreciate you. You have always been there for me, even when I didn’t want to be there for myself. Thank you for always advising me, and comforting me, and making me feel loved. You are always the one I tell first when something good happens to me, and always the one I turn to when i’m sad and afraid. You give me strength and happiness. I wish for you the best in this world; the best love, the best success, the best joy! I wish I could gather all that is good in the world and give it to you, you deserve nothing less, my love.💓

@taemsgirl: My gift, my treasured friend, the best writer I have ever known. If only there were enough words to describe how much I love you! Even if I was to spend every second of every day telling you how much I love you, it would not be enough! On nights when loneliness gripped me, it was your words and your stories that lightened the burden and left my heart glittering with stars. How can I possibly repay you for this indescribable happiness? I can only hope that my birthday wish for you comes true; I wish I wish I wish that your heart is forever illuminated with warmth, and love, and happiness.💕

@sixveesix Every time I look up and see a beautiful sunrise or sunset I think of you. You are the joy of my heart. I am so SO happy that I met you and that you are my friend. I’m really proud of you, your art and creativity are really inspiring. I wish you success in your store, I hope that one day I can buy all your artwork I’ll frame everything and say to whoever visits me “see this is my best friend’s artwork she’s the most beautiful, most talented, funniest person in the world and sometimes I don’t know what she’s talking about but she makes me laugh anyways and I think thats talent.” yeah. Thanks also for watching taemin videos with me, especially during my birthday week. These are times that are most precious to me, the times that I spend with you!! 💖

@1of1sgf: Kenzie you are the sunshine of my heart, your joy and positivity is so refreshing and so appreciated. I wish that all your dreams come true and that they are even better than you imagine. You are so incredibly kind and gorgeous and I am happy I met you this year!💗

@ilovkji: My beautiful Rachel, my poem, your loveliness cannot be described. You are so intelligent and fun to talk to, our conversations are always so interesting. My heart always feels so content and relieved whenever I talk to you. Your warmth and love are a gift to this world, you make each day a dream come true. I wish for you a rosey and never-ending love, and that your heart is always at peace💘

@pcys-l: My dear one!! Though my love for pcy has faded somewhat (lol) my love for you has not! I miss you and I miss gushing over that tall, goofy kid and I wish you happiness always. You are so funny and I can’t help but smile at all your tags and comments. Thank you for that, thank you for making me smile so often! 💞

@bikerksoo: My heart, my friend! You are so important to me and I am always rooting for you. Though you don’t often believe it, I know that you are a strong person and you can overcome whatever obstacles you may face. You are kind, and loving, and sweet. You are intelligent and such a fantastic writer, and I really admire you! You bring comfort and joy to many people, including myself and I wish for you abundant comfort and joy as well! 💝

@hazelnats: My sweetheart!!! I miss you all the time and I am always thinking of you, I hope you’re doing well and that you are happy and smiling! You are so dear to me and I am so happy that you are my friend. You are such a smart girl, I wish you success and happiness always!🌷

@u-know-yunhos: my precious Jess, my love and appreciation for you is endless. You’ve cheered me up and comforted me so often, even when we didn’t know each other well. You are such a treasure, and your heart is like no other. I wish I could explain how much you mean to me, but that would take an eternity. I love you very much and I wish you happiness🌸

@kwangie: My sunflower! I admire you so much, you are so talented and so full of life. You mean so much to me, your happiness is my happiness! I know you have gone through many ups and downs this year, and I want you to know that I am proud of you for overcoming those difficult times. You are just so so cool, you make gardens grow in my heart! I wish that all your days are full of light and laughter, you deserve only the best!💛

@the-notegarden: sweetheart you are my inspiration!! I really look up to you and feel proud that you followed your dreams and are making them a reality! Honestly, every time I look through your blog and read your posts it motivates me to do what I love and learn as much as I can about life! My heart soars every time you post about tokyo or share your pictures, its so so exciting and i’m so happy for you! I wish that all your dreams come true and that you continue to find happiness!🌻

@baekphia: lovely sophia you are so funny and kind I cannot tell you the number of times your tags and posts have made me laugh out loud. You are so talented and your gifs are really so important to this fandom. You are so friendly and welcoming, your heart is warm and you deserve the best love! So often you have brightened my day, and I wish for you the brightest days from here on out!🌼

@kasoo: TALENTED QUEEN!! your art really takes my breath away sometimes, its so amazing sometimes I mistake it for photographs! You are one of my art role models and I am always excited to see more of your work! Thank you for always encouraging me and helping me, your compliments make my heart swell with joy and give me the motivation I need to keep practicing! I wish you the best things in life!❤️

@lilbubtaemin Sweetest dove Anna!! Just thinking of you brings a smile to my face! I am always in awe of your kindness and warmth, how is it possible that someone’s heart holds so much love? Conversations with you always give me strength, and getting to know you this year was one of the nicest things to happen to me. You are so intelligent and loving, I wish you the softest joy and endless happiness! You are so important to me!❣️

@ifyouloveher beautiful Laurel! You’ve had a tough year and I wish more than anything to give you a hug and make things alright. If I could I would pluck all the stars from the sky to give to you, you deserve only the best and the brightest things! I miss you all the time and I think of you often, I love you lots!💓

@bluesnights: my dear one!! I hope you are well and in good health! I am so proud of you, you work so hard and I know that you are going to do amazing things!! You are so easy to talk to and our conversations are always very interesting. You are so so smart and you have a really amazing view of the world. I wish you ease and success in all that you do!💕

@softiejinki: loveliest honeybun!! You are so kind and warm-hearted I can feel it all the way through my screen lol! You always bring such softness to my dash and I really appreciate it. Sometimes after a hard day I will scroll through your blog and immediately feel better! I wish that your days are filled with comfort and sweetness, and that joy never leaves your heart!💖

@beretclub: beautiful cherry blossom queen! Your blog has been one of my favorites for a long long time and i’m so happy I got to know you better this year. You’re such a smart and talented girl and all of your posts and videos are so beautiful. I get a lot of inspiration from you and thanks to you I have seen so many beautiful things in life. I wish you success in all that you do, I know that you’re going to go far! I wish you the most beautiful, blush-colored days, and the most enchanting nights! 🌸

@sichenges: my sun and moon! its been a while, but I want you to know that you are so dear to me. You are so hilarious and your tags crack me up. You are an extremely talented gif maker and I really appreciate the hard work you put in to make all those gif-sets. I hope things are going well for you, and I wish for you only the brightest happiness!💗

@peanchy: Sweetheart!! you’re one of the loveliest people I have met on here, you’re so pretty and kind and gentle-hearted and your blog is so comforting to scroll through. I hope that all your dreams come true!💘

@softjoy: sweetest, dearest JM! My dear one, everything about you is so comforting. I am so happy I follow you and get to see all the lovely posts you make. Your blog is one of my top favorites, and whenever I need a pick-me-up I always scroll through your blog. We don’t talk as often as I’d like, but whenever we do talk you are so friendly and kind. Thank you for always asking how i’m doing, you’re such a caring person. I wish you never-ending happiness!💝

@1daehyun: my dearest one, my longest mutual! Its been so long, and you’ve always been so kind to me. Thank you for always checking up on me, thank you for always sending sweet messages. I hope that your days are always filled with sweetness!💞

@nctsheaux: my petal, my dove! We have been mutuals for a very long time, and I would like to tell you that even though we don’t speak often, I really cherish you. You are so beautiful, inside and out, and I am so thankful that I met you. I hope that all things go well for you, and the stars above shower you with brightness and the sun fills your heart with warmth and joy!🌷

#thank you all #i love you #i accidentally deleted this lol #thank you so much kim for recovering this for me!!

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erinevrly · 5 years

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˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗┊𝓗appy 34th Birthday, Axl !!! / @thornrosed

Not even in her wildest dreams did Erin think she would ever get to celebrate Axl’s birthday again. Watch his angelic features contort as he focuses on making a wish right before blowing the candles on his cake out, see the brightest of grins when he’s carefully unwrapping each of his presents, feel his warm, loving arms around her as a silent thank you — it all seemed surreal, it still does. Too surreal to even hope for. Life isn’t a wish-granting factory, it’s not a fairytale and yet here she is, feeling like she’s just won a lottery and making sure to turn February 6th, 1996 into one of the most memorable days in Axl’s life. It just has to be unforgettable.

The most delicate tints of yellows and reds fill the sky over Malibu all at once, reflecting off the oddly at this time of year peaceful ocean. The sun rises as a ball of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the very few stars to take their daily rest. Silvery wisps of clouds are scattered across the sky, highlighted by the pinks and oranges expanding along the horizon. The white linen curtains, stretching from the ceiling all the way down to the bedroom floor, billow as a rather brisk and chilly morning breeze comes in through the open window. If today was a day like any other, just another unimportant Tuesday, the curly-haired woman would already be tugging at her boyfriend’s arm and whining for him to get up. However, today is supposed to be anything but ordinary and for once in her life, Erin doesn’t mind letting her boyfriend get as much sleep as possible. Staying in bed a little longer suddenly seems extremely appealing even to someone who’s such an early bird.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” Erin might no longer be a teenager but somehow her voice is still rather babyish and almost bashfully quiet. It’s filled with more than just an ounce of joy nonetheless. There’s something incredibly carefree and cheerful about these few sweet notes as they fall into the cool air around them. Dulcet tones creating the most precious melody that comes straight from the girl’s loving heart. She leans in just an inch or two to be even closer to her boyfriend’s ear, rosy lips tickling his porcelain skin. Dainty fingers combing affectionately through his long, fiery locks, brushing them out of his forehead with utmost delicacy almost as if she was trying to wake up Heaven’s favorite angel. And perhaps that’s true, maybe he really is a beautiful creature with invisible wings. “Happy birthday dear Axy, happy birthday to you.” Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head as she concludes the adorable song, Erin can feel her heart expanding with an immeasurable amount of love. She never thought feelings as strong as the ones swirling around in her chest now were real and could happen outside of fairytales. “Good morning, birthday boy.”

Softly murmuring something incoherent under his breath, the redhead slowly wakes up to the soothing sound of her girly voice. There’s a shy smile creeping onto his features even before his eyelids have a chance to start twitching and emerald eyes flicker open. He’s lazily bringing his muscular arms from underneath the blankets and wrapping them around her neck, pulling the petite girl into his embrace. He makes heart swell, makes her feel more alive. Safe in their little cocoon and protected from all the worries of everyday’s life, she’s melting like never before. Her stomach flutters at the feeling of his body pressed so tightly against hers and she can’t help but sink even further into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple albeit incredibly special gesture. “Good morning, my lion man!” Wasting no time, Erin immediately begins showering his dimpled cheeks with sweet kisses. She knows exactly how grumpy the redhead gets in the morning and how he dislikes making a big deal out of his birthday, but she has a strong feeling that things will be a little different today. It seems to her that he’s nowhere near being grumpy now. “It’s your birthday, handsome angel,” a soft coo emits from the brunette as she keeps bathing in the kind of warmth only his body can provide and pecking his cheeks. “You don’t even know how happy I am to be here with you today. I’m one lucky girl to have you in my life. You’re my greatest blessing.”

Being the kind of person who always pays a lot of attention to the detail and appreciates all the little things other people do for her, Erin happily stayed up late last night to decorate their bedroom once Axl had fallen asleep. She just couldn’t leave it bare and dull-looking. It’s not like her to be lazy and choose the easiest way when it comes to important things like making her boyfriend feel loved on his own birthday. So, now there’s at least a hundred blue and white balloons, floating above their heads and a giant, homemade sign with little roses and paws ( because he’s always been and still is her Simba ) around the bright, glittery letters taped to the wall that says — HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE LION ! She didn’t forget about the flowers, either. There’s a glass, beautiful in its simplicity, vase standing on top of the drawer. A bouquet of red roses and sunflowers, something to symbolize not only her love for Axl but the unity between their souls as well. The sunlight, coming through the window, makes the colors seem even more radiant, tenderly kissing each petal and shining upon the foliage of deepest green. Their gentle aroma brings back all the happy memories to Erin. All the bags and boxes wrapped up in blue and red paper with white bows on top are waiting for the birthday boy in the kitchen. Erin’s planning on making him chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast while he’s busy unwrapping his gifts.

But right now, she’s taking her time and making sure Axl knows just how much he means to her, how special and how beautiful in every way he is. She doesn’t want him to feel insecure today, like he’s not manly enough or something just as ridiculous. It’s his day, after all. It’s all about what he wants and how he wants it. “I love you more than you’ll ever know. I’ll love you forever-ly.” Giggling softly at the old joke of theirs, Erin cups his cheek and begins affectionately stroking his soft skin. “Gosh, I never want to miss your birthday again. February was horrible, and I mean horrible without you.” Plump lips pressing tender, lingering kisses to whatever part of his body they can reach — dotting his jawline, gracing his chin, spreading all over his cheeks, falling onto his nose like rose petals, covering his temples, even his neck and prominent collarbones aren’t forgotten. Manicured fingertips roaming all over the taut skin of her boyfriend’s stomach, affectionately tracing the outlines of his abs. “Happy birthday, my sweetest strawberry,” Erin whispers in between the kisses for what already feels like a millionth time today. She can’t help it, though. There’s nothing that should be treasured and celebrated more than the gift of life and that’s what she’s trying to do. Wrapped up in the warm blankets, surrounded with soft pillows and their love, it feels like they’re in their own little paradise. The world has stopped for a brief moment, so that the two of them can just be together and not worry about anything. Not yet, at least.

There are exactly thirty-four strawberry and chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing tumbling over the plate that sits on the bedside table, patiently waiting for the birthday boy to be fully awake and enjoy their sweet taste. Each of them is covered in rainbow sprinkles ( these are Erin’s favorite but she knows that Axl loves them too ) and has a red candle stuck in the middle. Their aromatic fragrance overpowers every other scent, lingering in the room. Even the roses don’t really stand a chance with that many freshly baked cupcakes. “I wanted to do something different,” the brunette explains, seeing just how surprised the redhead is. A joyous smile gracing her lips as she reaches out to take his lighter. She picks up one of the muffins and fixes the annoying strap of her nightgown, the one that just refuses to stop falling off her shoulder. “Now you can make one wish for each year you’ve been alive because just one? Really? What? That can’t possibly be enough. You deserve more than that.” Chuckling, it might seem like a joke but Erin is actually far from kidding as she carefully lights up each of them and encourages Axl to come up with all sorts of wishes. Finding her childish giggles contagious, the singer starts laughing along with his crazy girlfriend and has no other choice but to sit up, tuck his hair behind his ears and blow out all these candles. Somehow managing to make a long list of things he hopes can come true. He’s always been a dreamer and no matter how far he’s come, he still has a head full of plans and ideas and he still believes in magic.

He doesn’t know that yet but Erin’s about to drop a huge amount of magic onto his shoulders later today and she’s not sure how he’ll react. She can only pray that he won’t start freaking out. It’s something he’s wanted for so long, but sometimes you never know, right? Everything changes, after all.

Chest tightening, heart pounding in her chest, the brunette doesn’t want him to sense the sudden fear settling in the pit of her stomach and she’s quickly getting up. “I have something else for you! Wait here!” She cheerfully exclaims even though her voice is on the verge of cracking. Disappearing behind the door only to come back a minute or two later with a birthday card. It’s this tiny part of his gift that she made herself. She remembers giving him a similar one on this day just ten years ago, when they were just friends or maybe not even that. It was a few days after they’d met but she knew, she knew even then that this boy was going to change her life forever. It seems to be a tradition of theirs by now, these birthday cards. The front is messily decorated with all sorts of colorful doodles; balloons, a big cake, flowers, swirls, hearts and the most important part — a lion and a butterfly. The two of them. Inside, there are birthday wishes written in cursive by the blue-eyed girl. Dear Ax-el, thanks for being my Ax-el, thanks for being the best snuggle buddy ever ! I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am that you were born thirty-four years ago today. Not a minute goes by that I don't count my blessings that I only have in my life because of you. It feels like just yesterday you were taking that funny picture of me on the beach and threatening to drop me into the ocean, and now here we are. Crazy! Thank you for being the most important part of my life and for all the adventures, I know there are many more to come! You are so special in every way, shape and form. You are smart and incredibly talented. You better believe me what I say that you can do anything you set your mind on, my strawberry babe. Always reach for the stars even though you’re the brightest of them! Here’s to a million more years and birthdays together. Here’s to more love, more laughs, and more beautiful memories with your Erwin. Happy Birthday, Axy Baxxy!

After a few more sweet and unhurried moments in bed with hugs and kisses, Erin finally decides that it’s about time they eat breakfast. Two more hours and they will have to call it lunch. She finds a large bowl and whisks together flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. While she’s doing that, Axl sits down on the counter and begins opening his presents — a brand new watch made from stainless steel with a brown croco embossed strap, a Versace blazer, three T-shirts, a few big rings because his old ones got kind of ruined back in August, these effortlessly cool Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that always remind her of their younger years ( and Top Gun ), ripped jeans that she likes to call dad jeans, a bottle of her HIS favorite cologne and last but definitely not least a rubber duck resembling the one they lost somewhere years ago. She wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t try to add a little more humor to his gifts. Erin almost burns the house down, paying more attention to his reactions to these gifts than to cooking. “Yummiest pancakes with no coal thanks to my cat-like reflexes for the birthday lion coming up,” the brunette chuckles, using a spatula to put not one but five heart-shaped, chocolate chip pancakes on his plate. She sets them down in front of Axl and takes out maple syrup and fresh blueberries.

It’s late afternoon when she tells him that it’s not the end of surprises for today. The mere thought of what she’s about to do makes her heart palpitate erratically, chest spasming with emotions that shouldn’t even be here. She asks him to get dressed nicely and puts on her strapless red dress with a pair of high heels to match. When they get in the car, Erin feels like she’s about to throw up. Squeezing Axl’s hand, she makes him promise that no matter what he won’t freak out and scream. All it probably does is confuse the redhead but he’s lacing his pinky finger with hers anyway. Erin uses his old bandana to blindfold him, saying, “It’s a surprise. It won’t be a surprise if you can see it the second we get there.” She drives them to Beta’s house and helps him climb out of her Jeep. They somehow manage to do this without scraping their knees. Leading him to the front door, Erin’s heart is pounding in her chest. She carefully opens it and wraps her arm around his waist. “I love you. I love you so much,” she whispers and once they’re in the living room, slowly begins to untie the bandana.

Two months ago, Erin began begging Beta to tell her more about Stephanie’s family and where they lived and the Brazilian woman eventually gave in and shared all her knowledge. The curly-haired girl had a plan — she was determined to bring Dylan back to Axl’s life, give her husband something he’d always wanted. His only son back. It wasn’t easy to convince Beta or anyone ( not even Sebastian and Maria wanted to help her ) to take part in Erin’s insane plan. “It’s madness! Madness! You’ve lost your mind! It will never happen, you’ll only do more harm.” She’d heard it all but there was no harm in trying, right? She’d even threatened to just do it all on her own a few times, leaving Beta no choice. They grabbed a few old pictures,

Dylan’s favorite dinosaur and took a trip all the way from Malibu to San Diego. Kelly was rather surprised to see the two women at her doorstep one January afternoon but she turned out to be nothing like her sister. She let them in and heard them out, showing nothing but empathy and compassion. That’s when Erin invited her and Dylan to Axl’s surprise birthday party. “I’ll think about it, okay? I promise. Leave me your number,” was all Kelly said. It was an even bigger surprise when just a few days later she did make that call. And somehow here they are now —

A five-year-old with a head full of blonde hair, dressed in a polo shirt with black and red stripes on it, is sitting on the couch right between his aunt and former nanny with a Maltese puppy on his lap. His little fingers are carefully stroking the dog’s soft fur, caressing the big bow wrapped around his neck. The boy’s bright eyes flicker from the floor and find Axl’s the second his blindfold comes off. Beta clenches her jaw, glancing from Kelly to Dylan to Axl again and again, in a manner that means she’s incredibly stressed out. Erin’s heart comes to an abrupt halt as she nervously whispers, “Surprise.” And before anyone else can say something, Dylan’s lips are parting and three, slightly choked out and hesitant words emit from them, “happy birthday, dad.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY #birthday drabble.#we hope you like it #IT WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THESE TWO MANIPS A SECRET LAST NIGHT LOL #I almost posted them @ the heart ones with dylan #WE LOVE YOU

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UnderStar part 1

Hey everyone Mr.E here with another of my older stories. Last week i was working on Starco week 3 but yesterday i came down with a bit of a stomach bug. it’s passed but i decided as i take the day off, Why not post one of my favorite stories I wrote? My Star crossover with undertale. I really try to catch the feel of the video game so i hope you enjoy it. Honestly this is as fourth wall breaking, meta humor as the game itself and there are minor spoilers for the beginning. To really help you readers get into the mood, I am leaving it unaltered from the fanfiction format i used. this was a birthday present for my friend @hains-mae who actually did some great artwork for the story that i recommend you check out. that’s it for me, have an amazing week and i’ll talk to you soon

Howdy friends, Flowey here! I am so sad tell you that the author Mr.E has been killed in a tragic accident involving a comically oversized X and a boulder. With his dying, pathetic last breath, he asked me to take over his duties and keep writing Starco stories for you wonderful, amazing readers and I humbly accepted his last request because...hey, wait a minute!

Hi! Mr. E here. Despite the fact that SOMEONE tried to kill me, I'm still kicking. So that message I opened from Flowey? Well yeah worst mistake ever. I don't know what's going on but he's gotten into the story and he's trying to destroy everything! I'm trying to stop him but he's just so wiggly and annoying! Just stay here, don't read further on okay? I'll come back when I finally gotten rid of the pest. Just stay here!

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You know you want to read on. You know you're curious. Go on, read. It'll be a fun experience. I PROMISE.

Marco felt like he just fell from a fifty foot drop, his mouth dry with the strange, metallic taste. His body felt sore, his bones ached and the normally cushy, foamy bed he came to expect felt rigid, tough yet a little puffy like he was laying on a stone floor ontop of a pile of flowers or something.

Marco groaned weakly, trying to piece together what happened. One minute he and Star were leaping through the dimensional portal like they had a million times before, happily discussing every day life topics like where to go next, if they had left the stove on, how Star could not bring home the flesh eating werewolf no matter how cute it looked with a bow to now feeling like he'd been hit by one of Star's narwhals.

The blinding sun above wasn't helping either. Marco instinctively covered his face with his free hand, trying his hardest to will himself to move but he just wasn't feeling it. Whatever happened drained a lot out of him. He couldn't remember a time he felt so tired.

Well laying down wasn't going to help any and he needed to figure out what went wrong.

Using every ounce of self control he possessed, Marco removed his hand away from his face, allowing the sunlight to bask him in a warm, bright glow.

It was strange sensation, he thought to himself, when sunlight and the air vastly contrasted from one another.

The air was cold and damp, chilly and frozen with the strange taste of moisture within, almost like it was coming from somewhere deep in the ground, so far below that no source of light could reach it.

Marco made it to his side, groaning with effort as his hands felt something soft underneath his touch. Whatever he was felt smooth puffed like some sort of plant or foliage.

Marco opened his eyes slowly, his vision focusing in and out as it was assaulted with a sea of yellow.

“Wha?” Marco gently held the object in his hand.

It was a large, wild bunch of sunflowers nestled cozily under his body.

Marco glanced around the room curiously, the darkness of his surrounding making him feel uneasy.

He was in a circular cavern: thick smooth stone walls covered every inch as the sun poured in from a hole in the ceiling. It was so high that Marco couldn't see an edge or how far away the entrance was from him

Marco glanced around only to spot Star across from him, her body turned his way but not paying attention to him at all. She was awake and on all fours, staring at something with keen interest, her sky blue eyes wide with wonder.

“Star?” Marco asked groggily, wondering why the magical princess hadn't tried to wake him.

“Shh” Was Star's response, soft and gentle as her face did not even move an inch.

Marco frowned, annoyance filling his features as he followed her gaze to see what was so interesting.

“Oh....” Marco whispered, curiously watching the unconscious child in between the two.

The child was sprawled out on the bed of foliage like they were napping on the surprisingly comfy flowers, their eyes closed as their body rose and fell letting both Star and Marco know that they were still breathing.

The child's eyes were closed, looking more like two lines than anything else but that could be to due to the near darkness of the cave. The child had medium length straight brown hair with short bangs. They wore a magenta and blue striped shirt with blue pants and some brown shoes. But any other description of the child was....very difficult to give.

Marco couldn't tell if the child was a boy or girl. Marco was certain the child was a boy but every so often the child would shift just ever so slightly and the image of the girl replaced the boy.

And it wasn't just the child's gender that was impossible to deduce, it was everything about them. Their age could've ranged anywhere from 8 to 12, their skin color shifted with every subtle, sleeping movement they did.

The expression of the child made everything worse. Even fast asleep their expression was blank, as smooth and emotionless as the walls of the room were. Everything about this child was a mystery and it was maddening to decipher.

“Aww” Star finally spoke up, her voice still low as not to disturb the sleeping child “She's soooo cute!”

“Umm Star” Marco replied nervously, hoping he did not some how offend Star with his observation “I think she is a boy.”

“No, she's a girl. See the hair?”

“But boys have hair styles like that too”

“And her adorable shirt?”

“I wore that type of shirt growing up.”

“Umm, those shoes are so not guy shoes.”

“Star, they're just plain brown shoes. Lots of people wear brown shoes.”

“But her face. It's so angelic! So calm so....”

Star pouted, biting her lip while she tried to figure out the puzzle of the child's gender.

Marco stared too, hoping that with 2 people on the case, the mystery would be solved sooner than later.

“Well I guess in this angle she does...” Marco started as Star muttered at the same time “He does look a little...”

The two best friends shared a confused look with one another

“Should we just...?” Marco began uneasily.

“Yeah it's not important” Star agreed, standing to her full height with Marco following suit.

“What is important” Star continued, putting her hands on her hips confidently while staring around the cavernous room “Is how do we get...umm her out of here”

“The real question” Marco added, putting on his hand gingerly on the cool, slick surface of the walls “Is where are we.”

“Psst” Star scoffed, closing her eyes and waving off Marco's statement question “Easy, we're out of here!”

Star held up the dimensional scissors only to pale at the sight of the bent edges of the blades, their awkward angles filling the princess with dread.

“Oh no” Star muttered, twisting her body to prevent Marco from seeing the damaged magical item and freak out like he always did.

“Star?” Marco asked quizzically, trying to peer around her to see what she was hiding.

“Soooo.” Star stalled, slowly turning and holding the broken scissors in her palms “The scissors are broken....”

Marco didn't say anything, his face slipping into a mask of disbelief

“We're trapped here!” Marco shouted, forgetting all about the sleeping child for a moment.

The two flinched at the sound of Marco's voice bouncing off the walls of the cave, growing fainter and fainter the further it traveled.

“Marco” Star harshly scolded with a whisper “He's sleeping!”

Marco eyed the child carefully “I don't think she is getting up anytime soon. Besides, what happened? Why are we even here Star?”

“Why do you make it sound like I brought us here?” Star shot back, a defensive edge to her voice.

“Because you had the scissors!” Marco argued “You're the one that knows how to use them.”

“But I didn't bring us here! Or at least I didn't mean too” Star concluded, nervously chewing on her wand while she tried to determine if this whole side trip was truly her fault. All she wanted to do was take Marco on a secret trip, not the spooky cave of cave things.

“If you didn't bring us here, how did we end up here?”

“Hmm....I opened the portal, we jumped through, you said you forgot something and poof we're here!” Star mindlessly nibbled on her wand, her brain working as fast as it could to give Marco an answer “Maybe there was a large surge of magic that attracted the scissors to this place! I mean I heard it happens but such a force would have to be a huuuuuuge surge of magic. Like rewinding and alternating the very flow of time itself and there's nothing in the known universe that could do that.”

“So...” Marco asked, making his way over to Star's side “What do we do now?”

“Easy, we find someone to fix the scissors!” Star cheered excitedly

“And is there someone who can fix the scissors?” Marco questioned.

“No idea” Star admitted “but we won't find out if we simply stay here all day. Come on Marco”

Star turned on her heels, eyes sparkling at the entrance away further into the cave,

A rectangular doorway with elegant and detailed columns on either side, the archway held some sort of family seal in the middle, some sort of creature in flight but Star had never seen such a family crest before.

“Star, what about her?”

Star stopped walking, turning to face both Marco and the sleeping child.

“...Maybe it's safer for him if we leave her here...him...her.....” Star's head dully ached, the gender of the child causing her great confusion.

Marco nodded in agreement “We don't know what we will face. It'll be safer this way. We can't protect her...er him....if we're distracted.”

“Bye sleeping gender ambiguous child!” Star happily waved goodbye before the two made their way through the entrance way and deeper into the cavern.

“Ugh, why is it so dark in here?” Star whined, the luminous pink glow from her wand the only thing allowing either of them to see through the dark, shadowy tunnels of the cavern.

“Because it's a cave Star. Caves tend to be underground and dark, you know lack of sun and stuff like that”

“Why did the scissors bring us to this gloomy, dark place!” Star complained, pouting cutely “Who would be willing to live here?”

“I would!”

Star and Marco shared a concern look as they came into another circular room, another ray of sun shining down on a small patch of grass and on that small patch was a yellow sunflower but unlike the ones from before, this one was different.

It had black eyes and thin line of a smile, like an old cartoon character. It moved like it was alive, its little petals waving this way and that excitedly as if it had never seen a person before.

“.....umm....hi” Marco waved towards the eager and seemingly alive sunflower, unsure how to proceed with this whole talking to plant life plan.

“Howdy!” The flower responded, moving a petal like it was waving to them “My name is Flowey. Flowey the Flower!”

Marco opened his mouth to question how a flower could get sentience, let alone talk, when Star violently shoved him to the floor, rushing over and crouching over the cute little sunflower.

“Aww....you are so cute!” Star cooed, smiling brightly at Flowey.

“Yeah...” Marco chimed in, deadpanned and obviously irritated at Star's antics “Cute.”

Marco made his way over to Flowey and Star. Something about the little tiny flower setting him on edge.

“Wow you sure are pretty!” Flowey beamed joyfully at Star.

“Aww thank you! Such a sweet little flower.”

“You two must be new to the Underground, ain'tcha?” Flowey asked his rhetorical question, looking up and down Marco and Star's like he was searching for something.

“Is that what this place is called little flower?” Star asked, leaning over Flowey, giving him her undivided attention.

“Yep! Golly, you two must be so confused what's going on”

“A little” Marco agreed

“Well someone ought to teach you how things work around here! And I guess that's going to be little old me” Flowey told the pair with a playful wink.

“Thanks Flowey!” Star let out a happy cheer “That's so nice of you!”

“Are you two ready?” Flowey asked with a mischievous smile.

Marco felt chills run down his spine at the sight of the innocent grin.

“Wait...” Marco stepped forward to stop Flowey from going on but it was too late as Flowey let out an excited “HERE WE GO!”

Marco and Star felt odd as the world flickered between color and black/white before the staying in a colorless filter

“What is going on?” Marco questioned, his train of thought grinding to a halt when a faint, mild red glimmer began radiating from his chest.

Marco glanced down to see a small, bright red heart in the center of his chest, superimposed on top of his hoodie like a pasted on logo.

Marco turned to see Star's lips shaped like an O, her eyes lost in a child-like wonder as her pink hearts that rested upon her cheek became blue, her fingers carefully pinching and touching the now different colored hearts.

“See that heart? Er hearts?” Flowey explained, a strange gleam in his eye s “That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your entire being, entire existence!”

“Whoa!” Star pinched harder, trying to see if there was some way to peel off the blueness of her hearts and put it a frame or photo album.

“Your SOULs start off weak but you can make them stronger with LOVE!” “LOVE!” Star squealed, love was her favorite thing in the entire world!

“Yep! LOVE! And we share LOVE through these!”

Marco wearily stared at the small, seed-like pellet that appeared over Flowey's head.

“And those are....what exactly?” Marco questioned, body tense just in case.

“Friendliness pellets of course!”

“YAY! Friendliness pellets” Star clapped with childish glee “I want some love!”

“Okay, make sure collect the pellets to grow your LOVE!”

Star closed her eyes, trusting Flowey completely as she spread her arms open wide, cheerfully singing her favorite La la la la song as the pellet slowly inched its way over to the waiting princess.

Marco narrowed his eyes, the eagerness on Flowey's face was strange, off putting even.

“Star” Marco gently pushed his best friend out of the way of the approaching pellet, ignoring her frustrated and annoyed cries “I think maybe we should....”

The pellet made contact with Marco's body, disappearing into thin air. It was a light tap, barely a touch. So why did it feel like Marco's shoulder was being ripped off, why did his mind become hazy, any attempt to remember any small detail nearly impossible?

“Marco, MARCO WAKE UP!”

Marco's eyes shot open, his breathing heavy as he felt warm, almost like he was on fire. When did he close his eyes?

Marco stared upwards into Star's blue eyes. Her long blonde hair tumbling down the side of her face, a frightened and worried look filling out every corner of her body.

Marco opened his mouth to respond to Star's calls only to realize they weren't alone.

Next to Star was a humanoid female goat. She was a little taller and a little wider than the two young teens though that easily could've been due to how massive her blue robe with white sleeves seemed to be. She had two small horns coming out of the top of her skull, her droopy ears fluffy and cute. Her hands and feet were paws as well and she stared at him with a motherly glance.

“My child” she spoke slowly, making sure Marco was coherent enough to properly understand “Are you alright? That horrible creature did not harm you, did he?”

Marco shook his head, trying to ignore the ache in his shoulder. He didn't want to worry Star or goat mom too much.

Star offered her hand, letting out a sigh of relief when Marco gripped it firmly and allowed Star to help him to his feet.

“Where's Flowey?” Marco asked, eyes blazing with righteous fury at having been tricked.

“He just left, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. Maybe it was just an accident.”

Marco faced Star, unable to believe she was defending the psychotic flower after he tried to hurt her!

“Children” Goat mom interrupted, forcing the passive argument to be shelved for the moment.

Star and Marco gave the kindly goat their full attention, hoping that she could help them get out of this place or perhaps fix the dimensional scissors.

“I am Toriel” Goat mom explained “I am keeper of this ruins. I search them every day to see if any humans have fallen down here though I must admit I am surprised that I found two living beings instead of one. Normally you tend to travel solo up the mountain.”

“Actually” Star cut in “I'm Mewnian, not actually human.”

“I know, I can sense your SOUL. It is very similar to my own.”

Star was surprised at this information “What but...aren't you a...?”

“A monster, yes” Toriel filled in, nodding to her politely.

Star stayed quiet at this revelation forcing Marco to take up the conversation.

“We actually didn't fall down from the mountain.”

Toriel stared at them, confused and lost at what Marco was saying.

“I don't understand my child...”

Marco held out the bent scissors “It's a magical item that lets us travel between dimensions. Somehow we got trapped here and they broke.”

“I see” Toriel simply replied “I am not familiar with this magic and I have never seen anything such as this before. I am afraid I cannot help you”

Marco couldn't stop the disappointment from showing, sliding the broken object into his pockets

“Is there any way out of here? Of the Underground I mean?”

Toriel said nothing, her sudden silence causing Marco to anxiously await her response.

“Come with me” Toriel told the pair quickly “I know a place you shall be safe but we will have to pass through the ruins to do so.”

And without warning, Toriel left, her figure disappearing beyond the archway across the other side of the room.

Marco took a step forward only to feel Star grip his hand tightly, holding him in place to gather his attention.

“Star?” Marco questioned, wondering what was Star up to.

“Marco, you're not seriously going to follow her further into the ruins?” Star's tone made Marco feel stupid like she was questioning his intelligence or something.

“Of course I am! We don't have any choice, besides she seems nice enough.”

“She's a monster!” Star shouted, trying to make Marco realize what a terrible mistake this was “And she's hiding something! Did you hear how she hesitated? She knows there's a way out but she doesn't want to tell us!”

“Look Star, trap or not, we're not going anywhere on our own.” Marco explained, hoping Star could see his reasoning “We need to play along for now and we'll figure it out as we go.”

“Oooooor we can narwhal blast her!” Star suggested helpfully.

“We're not narwhal blasting Goat mom! I mean...” Marco shook his head “Toriel.”

Star cutely giggled at Marco's slip up “Hee Goat mom”

Star let out a defeated sigh, motioning for Marco go first “Your plan safe kid, you first.”

“I was going to be a gentleman but I think for the moment I'll stow the chivalry”

Marco and Star walked side by side into the darkness of the ruins, Star quickly breaking the silence of the moment “You know Marco, the code of chivalry only has one part of it that says respect women. The rest is protocols for medieval combat.”

“Whoa” The teens said as one, the elegance of the ruins overtaking both of them. The outside of the ruins may have been a simple cave but within, there with well crafted brick walls of a purplish tint. It was small but far more inviting than the outside cavern.

“Welcome to your new home, innocent children” Toriel bowed gratefully as Star and Marco made their way deeper into the room “Let me educate you in the operations of the ruins. Beyond are many puzzles designed slow or halt your progress but you needn't worry, I have already solved most of them. Just follow my instructions and all shall be well.”

“Toriel, I'm a magical princess from another dimension and Marco is a karate master of whirling death! I'm sure we can handle anything in the ruins” Star boasted, leaning against Marco and giving him a playful wink.

“Oh dear” Toriel sounded deeply ashamed “I am sorry your highness, I did not realize I was speaking to a fellow royal. Please forgive my rudeness”

Toriel bowed respectfully towards Star causing the young princess to shift guilty, her earlier accusations about Toriel now seeming petty and unfounded.

“It's okay Toriel...wait you're a queen?”

“No....not anymore” Toriel responded cryptically, turning and venturing further into th ruins without another word, Marco and Star following in her wake.

“Seriously?” Star scoffed, feeling insulted at having been treated like a small child. Not only were the puzzles absurdly easy to solve, Toriel was true to her word: She had indeed solved all them beforehand. From the yellow signs telling Marco and Star which lever to pull to Toriel guiding the two, by hand mind you, through retractable spiky floors, Marco and Star had barely lifted a finger to bypass the trials of the ruins. Even now Star could see Toriel hiding behind a pillar, having told them to simply walk to the end the hall by themselves as some sort of final test

Overly protective goat mom was overly protective.

“At least she's not trying to kill us” Marco told Star, hoping to curve Star's annoyance towards their benevolent, if overly cautious, guide.

“Marco, she wanted me to talk to a practice dummy.”

“Well....”

“You know what practice dummies are for right? For fighting!”

“Umm....” Marco started but there was no fighting Star's argument.

“I feel like a child. No, I feel like like a baby because as a child I was already stealing treasure from ogres and learning to fight with a sword.”

“Look she's just showing how much she cares, that's all”

“She's suffocating that's what” Star murmured low as the duo passed the pillar that was Toriel's spot, unsurprised when the female goat came out, robes sweeping, her hands held together as always.

“Greetings my children, do not worry, I did not actually leave you” Toriel said a smile.

“You don't say....” was Star's deadpanned response.

“I do say!” Toriel answered cheerfully “I was merely behind this pillar, testing your independence. Thank you for trusting me for you see I need take care of some things and you two must stay alone for a while.”

“Really?” Star's voice filled with an unsubtle level of eager craftiness. Marco face palmed himself.

“Yes, you two must remain here” Toriel went on, not catching wind of Star's intent “It is far too dangerous ahead and I have not yet written out the answers for the puzzles.”

“Oh, I see” Marco couldn't tell what he couldn't believe more: Star's overly agreeable tone or the fact Toriel just was not catching on to any of it.

“I have an idea! I shall....oh dear” Toriel's face morphed from joy to despair “I was going to give you this device. You probably haven't heard of it. It is called a cell phone. I was to give it to you so I may keep in touch with you both but alas I only have one and it is not right to give it to one and not have another prepared for the other. Dear how could I have been so thoughtless?”

“It's okay!” Star chimed in, reaching into Marco's pocket and fishing out his cell phone to see “Marco has a cell phone! You can use your phone to call him!”

Toriel looked completely awestruck “Oh my, you have a cell phone? Where ever did you get it?”

“Umm.....Verzion.” Marco answered sheepishly

“Hmm....I must speak to this merchant Verzion. Perhaps he could sell me more cell phones in case I need to hand them out. Some monsters do not have any and I feel terribly guilty for it.”

Marco chuckled nervously “Good luck with that, Verzion is only in the United States.”

“Oh....” Toriel replied, pouting a little bit “Well I suppose this will have to do. Please, Marco was it? May I have your number so that I may check up on you?”

Marco gave Toriel his number, suppressing his stranger danger urges despite the fact Toriel has been very trustworthy but sometimes old habits die hard.

“Thank you Marco” Toriel beamed happily at the two of them, the goat's face reminding Marco of his own mother for a moment “I shall contact you when I am done with my errands. So for now, do not move from this spot.”

“Sure mom...” Marco replied automatically before flinching “I mean goat mom! I mean Toriel!”

Toriel stared back at Star and Marco, face set in stone before a small smile played on her face, the best friends feeling a little guilty as Toriel was swallowed by the darkness of the ruins.

“Man, she really knows how to make you feel bad. She's so sweet. Like a puppy! Or cotton candy...” Star paused for a moment before snapping her fingers “or a cotton Candy puppy! Nom noms!”

“ugh, I know right?” Marco agreed “man she has a way of making you feel bad for not doing what she says. Come on we need to...”

Marco and Star jumped out of their skins as Marco's Space Unicorn ringtone filled the silent room.

Marco checked the caller I.D only have a row of question marks fill the screen.

“Hello?” Marco answered, putting on the speaker so Star could hear as well.

“Hello, this is Toriel, you have not left the room have you?” she asked curiously

“Nope!” Marco replied “Still here, where you left us 10 seconds ago”

“Good, there some puzzles ahead I have not yet explained. It would be dangerous for both of you my children.”

“Right Toriel.”

“on an unrelated note, which do you prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?”

“Cinnamon!” Star answered

“Butterscotch!” Was Marco's reply.

The two stared at each other, unsure what to say next.

“Would either of you mind” Toriel began slowly “If I put the two together? I know your have your favorites but I suppose it would be best to compromise in this situation”

“I'm okay with if Star is”

“That sounds yummy!'

“Thank you so much for your patience, please remain where you are. I shall be there shortly to pick you up”

Star and Marco shared a conspiratorial look with one another, knowing while goat mom meant well, they weren't defenseless children. They needed to get out of the Underground and return home as soon as possible.

“You ready to break some rules safe kid?” Star teased, nudging Marco's side playfully while winking his way.

“You are such a bad influence on me.”

“I think you mean fun...luence?”

Marco let out a joyful laugh “Come on Star, let's go. How bad could these ruins be anyway?”

Marco stayed as far away from Star as he could, eying both the magical princess and the doughnut she was scarfing down with equal parts disgust and disbelief.

“Amre Yspu surm; do Whna any Mmaco?” Star offered her half eaten doughnut to the increasingly uncomfortable Marco.

Marco could feel his stomach churn unhappily at the sight of the pastry, his face becoming pale as his body threaten to throw out what he had for breakfast.

“Ugh, Star you bought that at a spider bake sale!”

Star shrugged, not seeing what was wrong with the picture “So what Marco? It's pretty good.”

“Star, it was brought down from a web....by spiders!”

“Those spiders really know how to bake!”

Marco gulped, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down, Star taking a huge bite and finishing the rest of the spidery treat in one go.

“Ah!” Star let out a satisfied sigh, patting her belly contently “So good.”

“So gross” Marco countered, trying to find away to active the repression reflex of his brain.

“This place is pretty cool!” Star went on, ignoring Marco's green, vomit colored cheeks “Those puzzles were pretty fun.”

Marco stared her, annoyed “We fell down a hole. Twice. And that fourth rock gave so much trouble.”

“Yep!” Star continued, still completely oblivious to Marco “Fuuuuuun!

“Well at least that ghost was cool”

“And its little top hat? So cute!”

“The Underground isn't such a bad place huh?” Marco said casually

“Yeah” Star agreed, her tone distant and sad “But we can't stay here....”

Marco nodded “We have to get back home.”

Marco and Star made their way through the ruins, taking the only path they had not yet dared tread.

In the next room, directly in the center was a darken, silhouette of a tree, dead, branches twisted upwards as if searching for the sun.

“You think anyone could leave the Underground?” Marco asked quizzically, the dead tree making him feel uneasy “I mean who would willingly live here? It's so dark...cold....”

Star shrugged, trying to remain calm though the idea of these monsters trapped here began tugging at her heart strings “I don't know...but we're not going to find out just standing here.....”

Before either of them could react, Marco's ringtone went off once more, breaking the silence and the thoughts of the teenagers.

“OH!” A familiar called from beyond the dead tree “How did you get here my children? You are not hurt, are you?”

Star and Marco quickly found themselves wrapped in a furry embrace, Toriel gripping and holding onto them like she would never see them again.

She let them go after a moment, staring dolefully towards the best friends, almost as if she was asking for forgiveness

“I should have not left you alone so long” Toriel frowned, clearly ashamed at her actions “It was irresponsible of me to have done so, even if I wanted to get your surprise ready. I am sorry children, it will not happen again.”

“It's okay Toriel” Star tried to explain, the guilt in the goat mom's eyes too much for her to bear “We're okay! Me and Marco managed to avoid any monsters and the puzzles were really simple! We...”

“Well” Toriel turned away from Marco and Star “I cannot hide it any longer. Come children.”

and once more Toriel vanished but not into a cave like the other times but rather into a cute, cozy little home just beyond the dead tree.

“Do you like your new home children?” Toriel asked excitedly, motioning to her house humbly “I am sorry for the mess. I did not realize I would be having company over. You may find some things scatter about. Please simply put them in your pockets until you find a place to store them.”

The house was much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside: In front was a stair cause that descended further into the Earth. To the hall on the right were 3 sets of doors, hastily written signs held by their doorknobs. To the left was a large living with a chair resting next to a warm fire and beyond that seemed to be a kitchen given how some thin, black smoke was pouring from it.

“Surprise! Welcome to your new home!” Toriel told Marco and Star with a bright smile, holding out a delicious looking pie in front of them, the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon wafting through the little home and causing Marco's stomach to grumble with impatience.

“Thank you Toriel! This is amazing!” Marco politely told their host, eagerly reaching for a slice of pie and hungrily consuming within seconds.

Star took the pie offered to her but she made no motion to eat it, Toriel's words not setting well with the magical princess.

“Toriel....what do you mean our new home?”

Toriel peered at Star like she was confused, that Star's question made no sense or at least had an obvious answer.

“Well my child, I simply mean this is your new home. Where you will live from now on....with me.”

“What?” Marco managed to get out before a piece of the pastry went down the wrong pipe, choking him and causing him to wildly gasp for air.

“Toriel, you can't keep us prisoner here” Star threatened, slowly reaching for her wand in case goat mom tried something.

“Prisoner?” Toriel looked appalled, like the mere idea of keeping the teens trapped here was sickening to her “You are not my prisoners, you are my guests.”

“Then help us leave the Underground!” Star shot back, hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of her wand.

“You cannot leave child” Toriel told her, worry and concern in her eyes.

“W-wh...AH! Why not?” Marco coughed out.

“Beyond the ruins is the rest of the Underground” Toriel explained, her voice solemn and stricken with grief and sorrow “Here you are safe. You may live your lives in peace. But if you go beyond.....they....Asgore.....will kill you.”

Toriel closed her eyes as if the mere memory of this Asgore brought her great distress.

“Why?! We haven't done anything to those meanie pants!” Star shouted, her wand fully visibly to all parties involved.

��You are human Marco, and you Star are human enough. They are still bitter, still angry at the loss we have suffered. They would kill you on the spot simply to satiate their anger, their rage, their vengeance.”

“But there must be a way out of the Underground! Please Toriel, tell us”

Toriel said nothing, simply frowning and releasing a defeated sigh, one that made it seem like this wasn't the first time she had this conversation.

“I am tired children. I apologize. I will rest. We....we will discuss this tomorrow. I am afraid you two will have to share a room for the time being. As I said.....not many humans fall into the Underground and I have never had two beings at the same time.”

and like that, Toriel left, passing Marco and Star without another word, retreating into her room with hardly a sound.

Marco and Star made it to their room, a nice well kept room with a bed large enough to fit the two of them comfortably.

Marco fell on the bed at once, letting his tired body finally relax since the first time this adventure began.

Star sat on the edge of the bed but did not make any attempt to lay down next to Marco.

“Star? Star what's wrong?” Marco asked, the fact Star was so silent bothering the Latino greatly.

“We need to go home Marco” Star told him bluntly “We can't pretend house and stay here until Toriel decides to tell us how to get out of the Ruins.”

“Star” Marco frowned, trying to figure out the best way to explain this to his hotheaded, reckless best friend “We have no idea where we are, we have no idea what's going on and we have no idea what's beyond the Ruins. What if it is as dangerous as Toriel says?”

“Psst” Star scoffed, jumping to her feet aggressively “That doesn't matter. We can handle anything and if any monsters try to stop us, we'll kick their butts!”

Star made silly, goofy karate gestures and noises in hopes to pacify Marco, to get him to go along with the plan but to her dismay, Marco simply started at her, uncertainty in his eyes.

“Star, these monsters aren't bad. We can't simply fight our way out of every situation we come across.”

“Sure we can! We always have before!”

“But that was against Ludo, Toffee. Toriel is nice if a little over protective.”

Star looked hurt, tears building in her eyes, lower lip trembling

“Are you saying you trust her more than me?? Your bestie?”

“Star...that's not it at all.” Marco answered, unable to look upon the sad Star face he accidentally caused “I'm just saying she might know a safer way home, out of the Underground without running into Asgore. If we show her how responsible we are, how much we can take care of ourselves, I'm sure she'll tell us how.”

Star laid down, turning her back towards Marco, not saying a single word

“Star?” Marco asked, outstretching his hand to grab her shoulder.

“We'll talk about it later Marco” Star spat, her tone hurt and sharp “I'm going to bed.”

“Star...”

“Good night Marco.”

The finality of her tone was enough to stop Marco. He pulled his hand back and turned away from his best friend, unable to holding the cold, silent treatment she was giving him.

They had a long day, they were just both too tired and cranky. It be better in the morning. It be better then....

Marco let out a sleepy, content yawn, a good night's rest. He stretched his weary body, his eyes blinking once...twice...three times trying to rid the sleep out of them.

“Good morning Star” Marco called sleepily, turning fully expecting to see the long mane of Star's golden hair only to be met with empty space.

“Star?” Marco tried to keep the rising panic from spilling into his voice “Star!”

Toriel appeared in the doorway, her face sad and lost.

“I am sorry Marco, your friend has left....”

“Left?” Marco repeated, his mouth tasting like ash and dust “Left where?”

“Beyond the ruins, to the Underground.”

Marco rose to his feet at once only to be stopped by Toriel's hand

“You will not follow her. I cannot allow both of my children to be in danger.”

“Star's my best friend!” Marco shouted “I can't stay here knowing she's out there in danger!”

“Do not argue child” Toriel said firmly “I will destroy the exit from the Ruins....no one will be heading to the Underground any more...”

“You can't!” Marco yelled “I need to go! I NEED TO FIND STAR!”

Toriel said nothing, only turning her back towards Marco making him feel sick. That was the last time he saw Star, her back turned to her best friend.....

“Do not fight me child. Stay here. Stay safe....I will return shortly and we shall go over the curriculum for your education.”

Toriel left, her soft footsteps echoing dully through the hall.

Marco raced after her but goat mom was already descending the stairs, moving far faster than he had anticipated.

Marco gave chase, skipping as many steps as he could, the staircase leading deep and deeper into the cold, harsh Earth, the air becoming icy and chilling him despite his warm hoodie.

Marco found himself in a long, seemingly endless corridor. Silence was his only companion as he rushed to catch up to Toriel, the fear of Star's safety gnawing at him in waves. Why did he fight with her? Why didn't he hold onto her last night, tried harder to make her understand! Now she was gone and Marco had no one to blame but himself.

He burst into the room, Toriel standing stoically in front of two purple, massive doors, her symbol on her robes plastered in the center where the two doors met.

“They come...” Toriel spoke the moment he entered the room “They leave....they die....”

Marco took another step forward, hoping Toriel would see reason.

“....always they die.....”

Marco tried to stop the beating of his heart, each passing moment brought pain and shame coursing through his vein. Toriel was so happy when Marco and Star arrived....overjoyed there were two more people to share her home with her...

But now her voice was cold, distant like Star's had been.

Marco just ruined everything didn't he?

Toriel faced Marco, her long flowing robes sweeping through the air gracefully.

Her emotionless eyes reflecting Marco's sinful image back towards him “there is only one solution for this....”

Toriel lifted a hand to the sky, closing her eyes as a fireball flickered into existence above her. And another. And another and another until dozens of fireballs hung in the air, just waiting, the cackling of the flames the only sound heard in the room.

“You want to leave so badly?” Toriel opened her eyes once more “Prove yourself”

The fireballs inched forward, slowly closing in on Marco from every angle.

“Prove to me you are strong enough to survive” Toriel's hand shot forward and with it, so did all the fireballs, hurtling themselves straight for Marco.

Star felt guilty, hurt that she left Marco behind but given how much he was disagreeing with her the night before, she couldn't risk him sabotaging her plan. He could stay here and play the waiting game all he wanted but Star wanted to go home. She wouldn't be gone long, she'd come back for Marco as soon as possible.

Star let out a dejected sigh, trying to figure out where to go. Everywhere was dark and she could barely make out any features of anything.

“Golly, is that you Star?”

Star glanced around, wondering who had just said her name.

“It's me! Over here Star!”

Star turned and found herself staring at a spotlight of sun, Flowey the flower eagerly waving from within, his cheerful smile causing Star to return it with one of her own.

“Flowey? Is that you?”

Flowey nodded “Gosh Star, are you okay?”

Star fell her knees and looked at the talking flower at his eyes level.

“No...I'm not. Where did you go Flowey? And why did you hurt Marco?”

Flowey looked shocked, the news that he hurt Marco rocking the tiny flower to his core.

“Gee Star, I'm sorry. I had to go take care of some business but I didn't mean to hurt Marco though it was his fault you know.”

“What, how?”

“Well...” Flowey said, his tone similar to a child attempting to seek forgiveness from a parent “I knew you and Marco were different beings so I adjusted my friendliness pellets accordingly! That pellet was for you and only you and would've helped your LOVE grow! But silly Marco got in the way. That's why it hurt him. It wasn't created for his human body.”

“oooooh.” Star nodded, still not sure what Flowey was talking about but finding his sincerity comforting “I knew it must've been an accident!”

“Marco's okay right?”

“Marco's fine Flowey” Star gently told the flower, lightly patting his head “Marco's fine....”

“Are you okay Star? You seem down.”

“Marco and I got into a fight about how to get out of the Underground. He wanted to wait for Toriel to show us a safer way.”

Flowey's eyes blackened, looking sinister for a moment upon hearing Toriel's name but quickly switched to his cartoonish features before Star could notice.

“and I don't think she ever would....”

“Golly Star, that's horrible. But lucky for you ran into me! I know a way to get out of the Underground!”

“You do?!” Star cheered, taking Flowey into her palms and rising to her feet “Thank you so much Flowey! OH! I need to go get Marco!”

“Wait Star!” Flowey stopped her before she went racing back to Toriel's house “We don't have much time! The exit will be closing soon and if we go back to the ruins, we'll never make it back in time....”

“Marco....” Star whispered softly. She might've said it in anger before but she could never willingly leave Marco behind. They were besties.

“Don't worry Star! When you leave, I can cast a spell on you so when you return, you'll come back to the exact spot you left! That way you can come and get Marco back once you fix your scissor thing!”

“Thanks Flowey” Star gave the flower an appreciative grin “You're the best. Which way do we go?”

“That way Star, through the Snowdin forest. I'll guide you the rest of the way.”

Star turned, the large towering dead trees doing nothing to deter the princess, her boots crunching against the snow covered floor as she headed deeper into the lifeless woods.

“Hey Flowey, when the world turned black and white, why did my hearts turn blue? And why did Marco have a red one?”

“Oh that's simple Star! Non-Monster SOULs have different colors based on your personality. Blue is associated with twirling, hopping, jumping and dancing!”

“Dancing? I'm a great dancer!”

“I'm sure you are Star....I'm sure you are.....”

Please take 15 to 30 minutes breaks for every hour you read a video game based alternate universe crossover story. Seriously though this is a long story. Take a break, get some food, some water. Go ahead, it's not going anywhere.

#Star vs #undertale #my story

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Here’s to the Fools Who Dream

Loosely based on ‘City of Stars’ from La La Land and ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ from ‘Les Misérables’. Lyrics in italics.

We all dream every now and then. The human mind likes to wander beyond the sky and beyond what is, into a world where everything feels lighter than the heaviness of our reality. We like to dream of the future and of the past and of the things that we wish were true. Of things that will never be because they're impossible or unreachable or just made of magic and stardust. They're the things that seem untouchable to us. That's the essence of the dream – the longing for something that appears to be so, so far away.

So is it any wonder that there were two little boys, a long time ago, laying awake at night, staring through the window at the night sky, dreaming. Building themselves castles made of clouds. Getting caught up in a dream, an illusion, didn't seem all that bad to them. Even if a castle of clouds wasn't real, it was still better than what was awaiting them in the morning: nothing. They would have done anything to run away from the nothingness.

One day, there laid a little blonde boy in his bed in the orphanage. He was called Simon Snow, a name the other kids laughed about whenever he introduced himself. He watched the clock on his nightstand. The number turned and suddenly it was midnight. Simon let his gaze drift out of the window and at the sky. It was midnight.

Wow, he thought. Now I'm six years old.

As he gazed at the sky, he thought about how it was his birthday that day and only the stars even cared enough to shine for him. Nobody would light the world for him to make him feel special.

City of stars,

are you shining just for me?

City of stars,

there's so much that I can't see

But there was no one there to judge him or to remind him of how things really were – so he let his mind wander off. Tomorrow morning, his mother would wake him up, with a smile so bright, it would light up the whole room. She'd have light red hair that'd dance like fire in the sunlight. She'd have chubby cheeks and the warmest hugs anyone could imagine. (Simon didn't remember what it felt like to be hugged really tight and full of love but he was still allowed to dream about it). And tomorrow morning, she'd give him freshly baked cherry scones for breakfast. (Simon didn't know what cherry scones tasted like, but he imagined if he ever ate one, it would taste like Christmas and pretty sunflowers and soft voices.)

City of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants It's love Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else A rush A glance A touch A dance

Then his father would come in, a tough looking man who would protect him from all the ones who shot him hateful glances every day. He'd laugh the most heartfelt laughter, loud and gentle, like a warm summer rain. And then he'd turn up music – cheerful and happy, carrying all the colours in the world into his ears. The three of them would dance together, messy and constantly stepping on each others feet because, and Simon was sure of that, they all would suck at dancing. They'd dance until their feet would hurt and they were completely out of breath.

A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling A voice that says, I'll be here And you'll be alright

Just someone – they wouldn't have to be his parents. Realistically, Simon knew that his parents had left him and that they wouldn't come back for him. But someone – anyone. Anyone could come to give him all the love he needed. Someone who'd be there for him when he cried. Someone to tell him it was alright when he had gotten into a fight with someone – even though he never wanted to hurt anyone.

He wished at the stars that someone would come for him. They wouldn't even need to save him. They wouldn't even need to do anything – the only thing Simon needed was for someone to be there.

Because he was well aware of the truth. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up, on his own. He'd go to breakfast and they'd give him a muffin, bought at the store, with a single candle. Everyone's attention would be on him for a moment as they wished him 'happy birthday' and he'd feel nothing but uncomfortable.

As he looked at the stars, he pushed every thought away. Because he'd do anything, for just a minute, to live in a different world. He turned in his bed and closed his eyes.

He didn't think about the laughter – never with him, always on his costs. Nor did he think about the mean words of his bullies that hunted him day by day. He didn't dare think about the fights he got into far too frequently or the others, who talked to their friends whereas he sat all alone at lunch.

But most of all, he didn't want to think about the gaping hole in his heart.

We all dream, sometimes. But dreams can be painful and sometimes they can tear us apart.

Simon Snow knew nothing of the boy who, too, dreamed of impossible things and laid awake that night, far away from the orphanage. The boy was very different from Simon – he was dark where Simon was light and loud where Simon was silent. The thing they had in common was that they had the same parts broken and that loneliness was crushing their hearts.

The black haired boy lived in a house with little people and much space while the other lived in one with many, but neither of them felt at home where they spent their nights. Home is more than just a place. It can be a person or a feeling or the knowledge that no one will judge you.

That boy had eaten plenty of cherry scones and had he thought about them, he wouldn't even have remembered what they tasted like. Because since a year or so, anything he ate tasted like nothing.

They boy had an equally weird name as Simon Snow. He was called Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, but the only part of that which he cared about was 'Pitch'. Not only did it perfectly describe the blackness in his soul, but it was also her name.

When he laid there that night, and looked at the same stars that Simon glanced at at the same time, without being able to close his eyes, he allowed himself to think of her.

There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong

The blackness hadn't always been there. There was a time when Baz had smiled and laughed and didn't lie. There was a time when he was able to be happy with no concerns. When people loved him and there was no dreams needed, because the dream was reality.

Now she only existed in his memory. Her hair had been black and her skin had been dark and soft. He could still recall her smell when she held him in her arms. He knew that she had loved him unconditionally, as a mother was supposed to, and he still loved her.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung No wine untasted

Promises had been made when he was younger. Nice words she had said to him and all the what ifs. She had shown him the world and he had seen wonders in it and beauty. She had given him books to read. He remembered her being proud of him when he soothed the children in the nursery. He wondered whether he'd feel home there.

Baz knew that he was too young to feel sad like this, but in his mind there was only just before and after. Before she left him, hope beat in his heart. His future had looked bright then, now it was just grey.

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hopes apart As they turn your dreams to shame

He knew that she was gone and that she wouldn't come back. And at night, when nothing was there to distract him, he missed her like crazy.

“I'm scared,” he whispered and thought of the children in the nursery. He wished for her to come and tell him: “It's okay, little puff.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, he thought he saw her face in the stars for a second.

“Please,” he whispered again. “I know you can't come back... But can't you send someone? Is there not a hero who can save me? Because - ”

He buried his face in the pillow. “Because it's really hard to carry on, all on my own.”

For a second, he waited, as if she'd send him a sign or answer. But there was nothing, no sound and nothing else. He was alone.

She slept a summer by my side She filled my days with endless wonder She took my childhood in her stride But she was gone when autumn came

And he thought of her lying there, by his side, stroking his hair when he was afraid or had a nightmare. He wished that this was nothing more than a nightmare too and he'd wake up in the morning. She'd still be here and she'd smile her caring smile.

And I still dream she'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather

But Baz knows that these dreams are stupidity. He won't ever wake up from this nightmare. There'll be no one saving him from the darkness. His father told him more than enough that he's supposed to live in the real world. And so he does. He faces the plain white wall and the scary gargoyles at his bed post. No need to be afraid of them, or anything in the real world. What's hidden in his soul is much scarier. And he's endlessly afraid of the day it awakes and he knows that there's no way that his mother could love him again.

I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now, from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

Two boys laid awake that night, two sad songs playing in the darkness. The thing they longed for was the love of someone else. They were waiting for a miracle to happen. And little did they know that only five years later, a miracle would happen, when the crucible put them together and they attended a magical school.

But it was even more years later when their dreams finally clashed. It was another dark night and they sat in their bedroom, closer than usual, on Baz' bed. They looked at each other, hesitantly, and Baz' heart was swelling with love. He'd fought against the monsters for a very long time and he'd lived in the castle of clouds for just as long.

He looked into Simon's eyes and as he stared into the depths of blue, he found something he'd been looking for for a very long time. He swallowed nervously and took Simon's hands in his. He felt Simon's magic pulsing through him and suddenly he felt like he could walk on clouds. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star,” he whispered. And that was the moment gold and black crashed and united to become something new.

A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling

It was pure magic. The room seemed to vanish around them and there was nothing left but the stars, shining brightly. There were so many of them and they were beautiful and Baz started laughing because he was holding Simon Snow's hands and it was like touching the stars.

And then Simon started laughing with them because it seems ridiculous when dreams come true.

Their laughter was light hearted and honest and this was the place where for the first time in a very long time, they found home.

A voice that says, I'll be here And you'll be alright

In Simon's smile, Baz could see that he felt it too.

I don't care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart

It was the feeling the both of them had dreamed of one night when they were kids.

Think I want it to stay City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars

Baz wanted to stay like this forever. He didn't want to let go of Simon's hands and neither did Simon. The stars around them were the wonder that they'd been waiting for. You never shined so brightly

Some say it's foolish to dream. But for some of us, dreaming is the only way to keep breathing. Sometimes, dreams guide us through the dark until one day, we don't need them any more.

So whenever you meet a dreamer, be aware of the darkness that might lay somewhere in their soul. Be aware of the dangerous path that they're walking and never once yell at them for it.

Because it takes bravery to walk through the forest and don't you dare take away the light in their hearts. Don't you dare take away the hope that, one day, they'll reach the stars. Because, no matter how foolish it might be, the dream of it is better than nothing at all.

#carry on fanfiction #snowbaz fanfiction #my own writing #carry on #snowbaz

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