#i love losing my mind over women and beautiful lyrics

[bereaving]

Will we meet at the end of this road?

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REPUTATION ERA | Bat Boys

What song/lyrics describe your relationship with a Bat Boy?

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BRUCE WAYNE 🖤 | KING OF MY HEART

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

When Bruce Wayne saw you, he was starstruck. Women had enticed him throughout his years as Gotham's most eligible bachelor but none of those women made him come to a dead stop in the middle of a crowded room and lose his breath. But you did.

The moment his hand brushed yours in greeting, his heart somersaulted in his chest. This feeling, this emotion - it was foreign to him. Alfred had never seen Master Wayne speechless. As he strives to protect Gotham, Bruce does the same with your heart.

You were royalty in his eyes. The way you commanded a room with the simple wave of a hand, how you impressed anyone who crossed your path. It was an immediate decision Bruce made in his head that he couldn't survive another night without you being his.

He was the king of secrets considering his masked identity, but Bruce never felt the urge to keep his love for you a secret. He wanted to lock the two of you behind closed doors, not because he was embarrassed or ashamed, but because he was terrified of another man sweeping you off your feet. Bruce Wayne. Scared to lose a woman. Who would've thought?

No fancy car or gadget could ever compare to the soft luxury of your lips on his. Bruce loved to say that you were a drug and he was an addict, never wanting to go to rehab to get you out of his system.

What's Gotham going to think when he finally gets engaged to you?

DICK GRAYSON 💙 | DRESS

"Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about,"

The love between you and Dick is like touching a live wire. It electrified and every spark between you is brighter than the rest. He started as your best friend and quickly turned into more- so much more. Nights where you raided Bruce's alcohol stash after Wayne Manor parties, both of you drunk and making out like teenagers with your hands all over each other.

The confessions of love spoken in private between each other. The line of your friendship was easily blurred the moment Dick made it known that he had such strong feelings for you. The first time his lips brushed yours, you were nearly swept off your feet at the erupting butterflies in your belly.

Dick became a lifeline. He made you feel beautiful. Everyone thought they knew the story between you and Dick, but needless to say, no one knew the truth. You and Dick have a love that people desire for themselves.

JASON TODD ❤️ | CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

"'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to,"

Jason getting close to someone after everything he endured hadn't been easy. But when his heart leaped ahead ten paces before his mind could and he found himself entangled with you, he knew he belonged nowhere else except in the comfort of your arms. Jason stole your breath the moment you laid eyes on him. With his honed physique and dark hair, you were a sucker for whatever he had in store for you.

You loved Jason more than the world. He claimed to never own you, although he found it undeniably attractive to know you wear a chain around your neck with a little J dangling from it. You loved the idea of him being yours and you would gladly sport your love in public for the man.

Jason wasn't quick to add a label to what you two were doing, afraid that he'd jump too far ahead. He had been let down so many times in his life that he wasn't willing to sacrifice his heart for a woman... But when you laid in his arms and told him you wanted him for good, Jason's anxiety was immediatley lifted, and Red Hood's heart cracked to let line and golden warmth whoosh through it.

He vowed to make every day spent with him better than the last, even if some nights he came home in defeat. He knew that when he got to hold you in his arms, everything he worked so hard to fight for would be worth it.

TIM DRAKE ☕️ | DELICATE

"Long night with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share."

What Tim didn't admit to his brothers and Bruce first was the nature of his relationship with you. Tim had always been the cautious one, the one who thought of everything from beginning to finish. So when he stumbled across you and wound up in bed with you that night for a string of hookups that quickly became more, Tim knew he was in it with you for the long run.

Your little apartment thirty minutes away from Wayne Manor was easy to access for Tim to sneak to after patrol. You gave him a spare key and the moment you'd hear his footsteps on your staircase, your adrenaline would skyrocket, your skin would grow hot, and before you knew what was happening, Tim's hands would be running through your hair and claiming your mouth in the dirtiest of ways.

Your entire relationship with him from the first spark to the inferno that rages between you two had been nothing short of delicate. You didn't have such a good reputation in Gotham City, especially as the daughter of a crimelord Batman was in the throes of stopping, but Tim couldn't care less because you were good.

The thought of sharing Tim with anyone else infuriated you. With such a delicate relationship blooming between the two of you, you swore with everything in you that you'd treat Tim with the utmost loyalty and respect, two values he had no issue giving in return.

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You Showed Me Love || B.Bradshaw

warnings: soft b.b,reader callsign is thrasher, insecurity, oc has scars, self care issues , tpg.m spoliers, hysterectomy scars-> mention of surgery , surgical scars, mentions of infertility, curse words

summary: two things bradley bradshaw hates the taste of brussel sprouts and seeing his girlfriend doubt his love for her.

prompt: “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” credit:@dumplingsjinson

AN: random plot came to mind, and the title name is a lyric from Pink+ White- My main man Frank Ocean Enjoy❤️

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You rolled your eyes watching how relentlessly women threw themselves at your boyfriend Brad. You knew good and damn well they knew Bradley was in a relationship with you, they just didn’t care— because to them your not worthy enough to be with Bradley Bradshaw.You don’t fit with him, you and him shouldn’t be together. Your the darkness that everyone runs away from and Bradley the light they run to get away from you.

You look at those women and then you look at your reflection on the glass next to you. Their beautiful—reincarnation of aphrodite herself, and your the descendant of Hephaestus considering how ugly you were. Standing out like a murderous sore thumb around the women that made eye contact with swaying their beautiful bodies and battling their beautiful eyelashes at him.

You couldn’t help but shy away from your reflection. Staring at the way the jagged scar found its way from your left eye crossing itself onto your lips.

A tear drop fell from your face—never in million years did you think you spending your time in a mirror blinking away tears. You’d had never thought someone would catch you in act, in a moment of vulnerability.

His nose wrinkled at the way his girlfriend stared at herself with disgust. Its made him stiffen at the fact you were crying— yes he was aware you had feelings but its not everyday Thraser L/n shows her emotions. Its not everyday you find your girlfriend staring at herself in the mirror with so much hate in her eyes.

You feel his gentle eyes gazing at you,for some odd reason your expecting him to join you with insults of his own. But Bradley doesn’t he slowly wraps his hands around you engulfing you with his strong body.

“I don’t know how you love this” your words hung in air. A remix of your own mother words “Y/n Its a miracle from our heavenly father if a man falls in love with you”.

“You don’t know how I could love you?”Bradley whispers into your ear. His voice is filled with disappointment he looks as if it physically pains him to see the love of his life talk about themselves like that.

He stares at your bare stomach, admiring the scar that sits perfectly where your uterus once was. You had tendency of forgetting you weren’t invincible— you hand glazes over the scar that reminded you the vicious day death forced your hand..

The day you lost a piece of yourself saving him.

You were the spare dagger—Cyclone ordered everyone back to the carrier, but what did you do?

You threw yourself into the closet f-14, not giving a shit about a dressing down you receive afterwards. A court martial. You had to save them—him.

You hadn’t thought of what the conquences would be, all you thought about was saving the life of one Bradley Bradshaw.

Everything changed the minute you woke up in a hospital bed dazed and confused with a bandage over your stomach. And one teared streaked Bradley.

“Good morning Lieutenant L/n”, the navy doctor had sat down across from the couple.“Glad to see you awake—I was afraid the navy was about to lose one of their best”. You couldn’t see her face, your eyes to groggy from the anesthesia.

“Lieutenant L/n I’m not going to lie you and tell you, It wasn’t hard— when you came on to my surgical table it was touch and go”. Bradley scoots his chair closer–holding your hand.

Bradley looked at her, she looked back at him.

“Y/n, when it came to removing the bullet…. me and my surgical team had no choice but to fully remove your uterus”.

You peered your eyes open, sure you were expecting some damage like a broken pelvic bone, anything else but not this.

“i’m so sorry Y/n”, Bradley whispered into your ear, “we’ll be okay”.

How dare he promise you that?

How dare he love you?

Bradley voice breaks your train of thought,“Y/n… I—”.

“No Bradley it’s o-okay I should’ve known you’d get tired at some point”.

“What? his mouth fell open,“Y/n what the hell are you talking about?”.

“No its fine, whats the point of us if I cant have kids— I can’t make you a father Bradley”. You squeezed your eyes shut afraid of what he would say next.

“The fucking point Y/n?”. Bradley sighs.“Your right I want to be a father, but only if you’re the child mother, do you understand me sweetheart?, my love for you isn’t tied for what your body can and can’t do”.

He pulls you ontop of his lap. “I love you Y/n”.

Your lips quivered,“Are you sure Bradley?”.

“M’sure baby” Bradley reassures you, pressing a million kisses into your head.

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sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street lyric starters. act two. starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

over here, boy, how about some ale?

more hot pies!

and what's your pleasure, dearie?

oops! i beg your pardon! just me hands is smeary—!

god, that's good!

what's my secret? frankly, dear — forgive my candor — family secret.

but we have to prepare!

is that a chair fit for a king?

i have a few minor adjustments to make.

you take your time.

me heart's aflutter!

i am in the dark beside you.

i'd want you beautiful and pale, the way i've dreamed you were.

i think we shall not meet again, my little dove. my sweet.

you're gone and yet you're mine.

city on fire!

i still have reason to rejoice. the way ahead to clear.

it's always morning in my mind.

i knew you'd come for me one day.

you stay the way i've dreamed you are.

oh, look! a star! a shooting star!

and though i'll think of you, i guess, until the day i die, i think i miss you less and less as every day goes by.

if only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were.

wake up! another bright, red day!

we learn to say goodbye.

i'm so happy.

i could eat you up, i really could!

you know what i'd like to do, what i dream?

don't you want to know?

by the sea, that's the life i covet.

oh, i know you'd love it!

wouldn't that be smashing?

with the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring wot have swum to us straight from the straits of bering.

unless we've got better to do.

think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel when it's just you and me and the english channel.

we'll have chums over every friday.

don't you love the weather?

we'll grow old together.

oh, i can see us now — in our bathing dresses — you in a nice navy — and me, stripes perhaps. hmm.

but a seaside wedding could be devised.

you know, mum, there's nothing i wouldn't do for you. 

if there was a monster or an ogre or anything bad like that wot was after you, i'd rip it apart with my bare fists, i would. 

what a sweet child it is.

here, what is this? what are you talking about?

nothing's gonna harm you, not while i'm around.

demons are prowling everywhere nowadays. i'll send them howling. i don't care — i got ways.

others can desert you — not to worry, whistle, i'll be there.

demons'll charm you with a smile for a while.

not to worry, i may not be smart, but i ain't dumb!

i can do it. put me to it. show me something i can overcome.

being close and being cleaver ain't like being true.

i would never hide a thing from you like some.

now, let's stop all this foolish chatter and just sit here, nice and quiet. 

i didn't know you was a music lover, too.

when i saw this dear old song book i couldn't resist.

where are you hiding?

but they are after us still. what if they should trace us here? oh, let me come with you!

my darling, there is no safety for you on the street.

the risk is too great.

soon we'll be gone and sailing the seas.

i'll be back before those lips have time to lose that smile. 

oh, she’s the devil’s wife! oh, beware her, sir. beware of her. she, with no pity in her heart. 

hey, don't i know you?

you're in a merry mood today again.

how seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit.

with a fellow taste in women, at least.

have all the demons in hell been sent to torment me?

why did you scream?

no, i never lied!

i've come home again.

you’re a bloody wonder. eminently practical and yet appropriate as always.

as you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling in the past.

come here, my love. not a thing to fear, my love.

what's dead is dead.

everything i did, i swear it was only for the best.

can we still be married?

the history of the world, my pet, is learn forgiveness and try to forget.

and life is for the alive, my dear. so let's keep living it!

to seek revenge may lead to hell.

to seek revenge may lead to hell, but everyone does it and seldom as well.

[guillemelgat]

I'm sharing this song by Tarta Relena which is an adaptation of Pashtun women's improvised poetry published in the book Songs of Love and War, compiled by Afghan poet Sayd Bahodine Majruh and translated into Catalan as El suïcidi i el cant by Margarida Castells Criballès. Tarta Relena are a band of two young women who adapt lots of interesting texts and pieces of music from all sorts of eras and places into stripped-down electronic and vocal works with incredible harmonies and sonorities. I think this song has a lot of really interesting things going on, and the lyrics are very intense but very beautiful.

M’arrenquin amb un ganivet totes les pigues Let them tear out all of my freckles with a knife si nego que et desitjo, si amagues que m’estimes. If I deny that I love you, if you hide that you love me

Benamat, vine a la vora i seu amb mi una estona, Beloved, come to my side and sit with me a while que la vida aviat serà tal com l’hivern que s’escola. Because life will soon be like the winter that trickles away

L’espai entre nosaltres que ens separa l’un de l’altra The space between us that separates the one of us from the other em nega com l’onada quan s’empassa les barques. Drowns me like the wave when it swallows ships

Ai, agafa’m, ai, abraça’m, ai, tingue’m a la vora, Oh, take me, oh, embrace me, oh, have me by your side que aquesta pena meva se m’emporta i deixa sola. This pain of mine is taking me over and leaving me alone

La meva boca és teva, pots devorar-la sens por, My mouth is yours, you can devour it without fear però deixa’m la llengua lliure per anar-te parlant d’amor. But leave my tongue free to keep speaking to you of love

El jardí del món creares, oh déu meu, i no és pecat You created the garden of the world, oh god, and it’s not a sin que n’hagi pres la flor que a mi més m’ha agradat. That I’ve picked the flower which I like best

Amor meu, jura una cosa, jura que vindràs amb mi, My love, swear me something, swear that you’ll come with me que pugui jo sembrar-te totes les flors del camí. So that I can sow all the flowers on your path

Quan passo prop de la tomba d’un sant When I pass close to the tomb of a saint li tiro pedres pels desitjos que em va negant. I throw stones at them for the desires they deny me

I si era veritat que tu no em sabies estimar, And if it was true that you didn’t know how to love me digue’m per què despertes el meu cor endormiscat? Tell me why you awake my sleeping heart?

Ves-te’n lluny, amic meu, bon viatge i bon vent, Get yourself far from me, my friend, goodbye and good riddance dels amants n’eres un més, i ara me’n trobaré cent! As a lover, you’re just one more, and now I’ll find myself a hundred

M’he repintat les pigues i avui nit em crema el ventre. I’ve repainted my freckles and tonight my insides are burning Si ara em veiessis, perdries la raó per sempre. If you saw me now, you’d lose your mind forever

Demà els que tinguin gana deixaré ben satisfets Tomorrow anyone who wants it I’ll leave well satisfied travessaré la vil·la amb els cabells al vent. I’ll cross the village with my hair blowing in the wind

[sharpestasp]

Fem February: Music

Okay my brain instantly went hard mode when I saw 'female fronted bands', before catching 'singers'. Because I was having a hell of a time remembering names of mixed gender bands with female singers.

Five faves, huh? Of Women Singers/Fronted Bands?

Muses of Yore, if you ever grace me with the name of the black heavy metal lady with the braids I will love you forever. I remember her from Headbanger's Ball but never did remember to write her name down. If this rings a bell with anyone, HER. She had fucking stage presence like whoa, and was awesome.

Anywho, moving on to the ones I can actually name.

TRACY CHAPMAN. Fucking hands down, Tracy is my all-time favorite woman singer AND song-writer. "Fast Car" might have been the gateway drug to knowing about her, but "Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution" sits in my soul and won't let go, right beside "Give Me One Reason". Her voice is in the perfect range to soothe and call to me, and the lyrics bring all the emotions, evoking a lot of how I grew up.

Janelle Monáe. She is (they are? I cannot remember where Janelle stands on pronouns at this moment), without a doubt in my mind, the absolute perfect heir to Prince's legacy. From the concept albums to the sheer vitality of the music and lyrics blending, Janelle is my favorite of this century so far.

The Bangles. Wait, Asp, really? A bubblegum pop girl group? At least pick the Go-Gos or something — NO. "Walk Like An Egyptian" slammed them onto my awareness. I LOVED the way vocals alternate between the women. I was over the moon that one of their names was Michael. That she was connected back to the Runaways just made that sweeter. The videos were great (they got Leonard Nimoy in one!). I truly blame the music business for them not going further, with the insistence on headlining Susanna Hoff as the lead singer.

Basia. While it is common for non-English speaking singers to lose their accent when singing English songs, Basia's still came through on her earliest albums. It added a different quality to the music that hooked me. Her second album was one of several in rotation as self-soothing on-repeat listens for me.

I'm going to cheat on number five, because I have three younger stars of the current century to highlight, and their sound/subjects all pull at me in a very similar fashion. Maggie Rogers ("Light On"), Rosa Linn ("SNAP"), and Alessia Cara ("Scars to Your Beautiful") were likely all introduced to me by my son's musical sharing. All three of these woman have a soothing range that I can listen to for hours. The way they approach life and love in their songs strikes a chord with me.

(I could go on for hours. Others considered for this included Donna Summer, The Pointer Sisters, Dionne Warwick, Florence Welch, Sarah McLachlan, Tina Turner, The Eurythmics, Enya, and Melissa Manchester.)

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taylor swift lyrics that have personally victimized me

“And there we are again when nobody had to know, You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath” all too well

“Well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up” all too well

“And you call me up again just to break me like a promise, So casually cruel in the name of bein' honest, I'm a crumpled-up piece of paper lyin' here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all” all too well

“But now I'll go, Sit on the floor wearing your clothes, All that I know is I don't know, How to be something you miss” last kiss

“And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, And something reminds you you wish you had stayed, You can plan for a change in the weather and time, But I never planned on you changing your mind” last kiss

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?, Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?, I made you my temple, my mural, my sky, Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life, Drawing hearts in the byline, Always taking up too much space or time, You assume I'm fine, But what would you do if I, I, Break free and leave us in ruins, Took this dagger in me and removed it, Gain the weight of you then lose it, Believe me, I could do it, If it's all in my head tell me now, Tell me I've got it wrong somehow, I know my love should be celebrated, But you tolerate it” tolerate it

“And if I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes, too” my tears ricochet

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace, And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves, You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same, Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, You turned into your worst fears, And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, Crossing out the good years, And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed, Look at how my tears ricochet” my tears ricochet

“And if I would've known, How sharp the pieces were you'd crumbled into, I might've let them lay” renegade

“Oh, I'm scared to see the ending, Why are we pretending this is nothing?, I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud” the story of us

“Now I don't know what to be without you around” breathe

“And we know it's never simple, Never easy, Never a clean break, no one here to save me, You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand” breathe

“Now I breathe flames each time I talk, My cannons all firin' at your yacht, They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't, And women like hunting witches, too, Doing your dirtiest work for you, It's obvious that wanting me dead, Has really brought you two together” mad woman

“Back when we were still changin' for the better, Wanting was enough, For me, it was enough, To live for the hope of it all, Cancel plans just in case you'd call, And say, "Meet me behind the mall", So much for summer love and saying "us", 'Cause you weren't mine to lose” august

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

“And you're sitting in front of me, At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want, Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right, I, I could feel the mascara run, You told me that you met someone, Glass shattered on the white cloth, Everybody moved on” right where you left me

“And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, Sit with you in the trenches, Give you my wild, give you a child, Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other” peace

“I cause no harm, mind my business, If our love died young, I can't bear witness” right where you left me

“I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me” peace

“They told me all of my cages were mental, So I got wasted like all my potential, And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that, I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere, Fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here, Pouring out my heart to a stranger, But I didn't pour the whiskey” this is me trying

"She would've made such a lovely bride, What a shame she's fucked in the head, " they said, But you'll find the real thing instead, She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred” champagne problems

“Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake, I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay, So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends, Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it, And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin', And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own, To leave the warmest bed I've ever known” ‘tis the damn season

“Never wanted love, Just a fancy car, Now I'm waiting by the phone, Like I'm sitting in an airport bar” cowboy like me

“If I was some paint, did it splatter, On a promising grown man?, And if I was a child, did it matter, If you got to wash your hands?” would’ve could’ve should’ve

“And the skeletons in both our closets, Plotted hard to fuck this up” cowboy like me

“God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be, The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind, I regret you all the time, I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign, I regret you all the time” would’ve could’ve should’ve

“Now you hang from my lips, Like the Gardens of Babylon, With your boots beneath my bed, Forever is the sweetest con” cowboy like me

“If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?, Years of tearing down our banners, you and I, Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first” would’ve could’ve should’ve

“I should've asked you questions, I should've asked you how to be, Asked you to write it down for me, Should've kept every grocery store receipt, 'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me” marjorie

“Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here, Out of this curtained room in this hospital grey, we'll just disappear, Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here, You were my best four years” ronan

“What if I'm standing in your closet trying to talk to you?, What if I kept the hand-me-downs you won't grow into?, And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?, What if the miracle was even getting one moment with you?” ronan

“Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled, I'm fine with my spite, And my tears, And my beers and my candles” closure

“From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this, I hosted parties and starved my body, Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss, The jokes weren't funny, I took the money, My friends from home don't know what to say, I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, And I saw something they can't take away, 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned, Everything you lose is a step you take, So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, You've got no reason to be afraid” you’re on your own kid

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[agentmmayy]

july rotation

another hundred people - eleri ward: the sonder in this song makes me want to *clenches fist* the lyric ‘can we see each other tuesday if it doesn’t rain’ sent me through the mf roof not only with how beautifully it’s sung but also from the longing packed into that one line. being an adult really is making plans to meet up with friends then changing them over and over until you can finally see each other and even then it’s like no time has passed and you greet each other with hugs and i miss you’s and part with i love you’s and let’s hang out soon and maybe soon is relative but the promise is there. i want to see you again. i’ll wait in the rain and look for you among hundreds of people. i’ll let them and the world pass me by until i find you

radio silence - zella day: first off the cover art is amazing. second, it’s a banger. third the relevancy of this song to abortion rights now just makes it even more impactful. the lyric you have anxiеty over pregnancy so you bought this fuckin' pill for me hit me upside the head. i still haven’t recovered from the chorus alone. it’s haunting and lonely and frightening and everything highlighting what women and people who are able to get pregnant have/had/or will face. it makes me go insane

cognitive dissonance - sophie holohan: @justanalto put me onto this song and it’s another sad twerking bop that i can’t stop listening to. completely obsessed with this artist and her voice 

wildflower - mel bryant & the mercy makers: i am sooooo normal about this song (lying) yes i am still hung up on themes of near feral and destructive love and what about it! and I'm stuck here still like a wildflower on the side of the highway is all i can think about as well as i'll sleep in the rain under your headlights on a school night, i'll be outside your front door and burying your heart in the ashtray i just- i need to scream. i need to physically consume this song and make it a part of me and even then i still won’t be over it

horses - maggie rogers: maggie is hitting out of the park with every song on this album. she said it was a ballad and i said yes ma’am it is!! this one in particular makes me want to run wild in a field somewhere (it has awakened my repressed horse girl apparently). BUT i am still salty over the lyric being ‘break’ instead of ‘pray’ please respect my privacy at this time

anywhere with you - maggie rogers: @152glasslippers and i have already screamed over this being an eddissy song but even outside of it the lyrics are IMMACULATE. praying to the headlights like i prayed to you before i found you and i’m gonna lose my mind i’m gonna lose it with you and all i’ve ever wanted was to make something fucking last. maggie!!!!!!!!

home - christina perri: christina perri still stays scalping me even ten years later. it’s about wanting to go home but being unable to!!!!!!!! it’s about not feeling like you belong even at home!!!!!!!!

fever - christina perri: oh i love how haunting this is, especially with the chimes in the background. the lyric i dream about you but i’ve never even seen your face completely rocked me. christina is a master of prose 

cowgirl bebop - hana: filed under songs that make me want to sit around a campfire and sing them with friends and also songs that make me want to put on a long dress and just sway around the room. it’s slow it’s soft it’s wistful and sorrowful yet hopeful. it’s beautiful

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

perfect now - a close reading

only pure and true love for this one. it’s soft and sweet because the one he wrote it for is and needs cheesy uncool romcom soundtrack-worthy affirmations and it’s the most wonderful thing oh my the flurries 

some album booklet art for your viewing pleasure

((just a warning for below: while the lyric analysis was kept fairly neutral and close to the words and their meaning, more and more parallels did ensure me larrying out by the time the analysis kicked off so if you’re not into that, you can skip this one!))

⟼ check out @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s magnificent post with all the parallels to 1d/h&l bc it’s exhaustive and was a source for mine <3 thank you again for your service <3 bc this song really is a fanpiece of every song that has been important to them throughout their career so far, whether they wrote it or not, and it’s honestly kinda impressive

SUMMARY

you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway

lyric breakdown ft. the many parallels, incl. little things, through the dark and wmyb

what this says about louis, his partner and the relationship he is in

never gonna dance again frenzy

identity 

louis is a marvellous majestic sonofabitch basically <3

walls, track 10

～ little things “you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me”

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

later lyric: “like a neon sign” - i see through you trying to hide away your insecurities

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

“you” is also staring at him, but perhaps is too insecure to realise how mutual the adoration is

i wish i could get you out of your own negative spiral and give you a look at yourself from my perspective

～ wmyb “everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” 

～ wmyb “right now i’m looking at you and i can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful”

～ little things “you never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know, I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you”

On Friday night when we’re all out I turn to you and you’re looking down And you don’t wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

heavy echoes of kmm again, but the opposite: the “nightmare on the dance floor” doesn’t want to dance

when “you” is confident rlly not being subtle with who i think that is, they love to dance <-> tpwk “feeling good in my skin, i just keep on dancing”

“i know you love to dance” = i know what you love bc i love you

“given half the chance” 

～ tpwk “giving/given second chances”

given a chance tattoo, making another appearance (see below for more tattoo meltdowns)

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

term of endearment <3 

～ dlibyh

this album is full of encouragement to keep going and as much as it gives me life it ruins me 

Don’t hide away, don’t ever change

“be happy, proud”

～ “just hold on”

“pick someone who’s supportive”

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don’t look away, don’t look away

don’t look away from me

～ through the dark “and I can see your head is held in shame”

Cause everybody’s looking at you now, my, oh my

they have the stage to themselves / new career paths they’re doing on their own

could also mean ppl they’re going out with are looking at them, which “you” interprets as sth negative, which makes them self-conscious, while they’re actually admiring them bc they steal the scene

～ wmyb “you’re turning heads when you walk through the door”

I guess some queens don’t need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still, somehow, you’re perfect now

“you” is royalty to louis, to put it simply 

they don’t need something on their head to make it known to everyone else - they’re a queen and everyone knows it

gendered: female - also used in drag contexts - the only time L has used any gendered word to identify his partner on the entire album (more on this below)

～ steal my girl "she's been my queen since we were sixteen" can't believe i forgot this one thank you @mortalenemiestolovers for reminding me!!!

～ falling

～ through the dark “you tell me that your tears are here to stay”

You never do, but if you asked me to I’ll tell the truth lying next to you

“you” never asks for affirmations directly, but by saying shit like their pants are too tight make it clear enough to L that they do need to hear once in a while that it’s not true

Cause you’re the only one when it’s said and done You make me feel like being someone 

Good to you even at your worst

～ always you

i love you so much you are a force of life to me, and even when you hate me i want more

～ drag me down “If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left, the shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone” (sung by louis first, harry second) 

～ through the dark “even if you scream and shout, it’ll come back to you and I’ll be here for you

You steal the scene and it’s unrehearsed

reference to working on a stage - their natural presence wins everyone over - that charisma is never manufactured

Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance I’ll never stop given half the chance

L keeps encouraging them, will also not pass by any chance to dance with them

Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

“it’s hard to miss”

L sees through them trying to hide their insecurities, pretend to be strong

～ through the dark “but I know you were only hiding”

SYNTHESIS

Perfect Now is not a fan favorite and I am so not here for that discourse, so please do not pester me with negativity about this chocolate drop of a song. 

As others have pointed out, the parallels with other songs written by Louis, Harry or for One Direction are extremely present. Especially Little Things is echoed loudly, but there’s so much more to be read, as you’ve seen. These are songs that are clearly near and dear to Louis, bc he wrote them or bc performing them was special, like with Little Things and What Makes You Beautiful. A lot of the same emotions come back in Louis’s writing, so much so that you can’t help but see the larger story behind it all. Throughout Walls you can hear him singing about not giving up and holding your head high despite hardships, and if you look back at his earlier writing, it’s always been there. Through the Dark is an early and striking example of this style of Louis song: you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway 

basically through the dark’s chorus:

Oh, I will carry you over Fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer Hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way Through the dark

It is very clear that Louis is faced with a partner - I can freely say it’s Harry now right? are the antis gone by now? i think so - that struggles with his body, with his identity, with how he wants to present himself vs how opinions on that might push him down and dampen his spirit. Louis, always the supportive boyfriend, then tries his best to make him see the light, while keeping that space for his sadness, his struggles, or their joint struggles. Accept the sadness but don’t lose your heart to it.

I’ve linked @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s post at the start of this post, but I need to stress how good it is once more as I also shamelessly insert a screenshot from it here bc it makes me feel a lot and summarizes perfectly just how deeply Perfect Now is woven into the history of their lives, relationship and especially “you”s/Harry’s personal struggle with their identity/body/confidence...

Because yes, i absolutely think these tattoos are being echoed in the song. “Never gonna dance again” as a lyric and then as a tattoo on Harry’s legs like shackles around his ankles represents the sensation of shame, of being stuck, bc of your desires, bc of your sexuality. Obviously we can never know why Harry got the tattoo, as in what experience pushed him to choose those lyrics or what exactly he recognizes in himself, but it’s safe to say it’s about the struggles of being queer and navigating relationships with that identity and with others.

Most importantly, the sense of shamelessly dancing, dancing like no one’s watching, dancing together with your lover, as a celebration of self, life, love, is the key here. Harry got that tattoo ages ago, at a time when he undoubtedly felt way more stuck. When he couldn’t dance freely the way he wanted to and with whom he wanted to. Perfect Now is a reminder to him, an encouragement to still dance if he wants to, no matter what people say or think. Significantly, then, Harry’s own Treat People With Kindness heavily features that same sentiment, but in an extremely positive light: i have found a place (in life and in myself) where i feel like i have given and was given second chances and now i dance bc i finally feel good in my skin.

Louis has obviously been there from the start, or at least from when or before Harry properly started experimenting with/questioning how he likes to present and how he identifies as. Before he ever dared to consider pulling on a pair of women’s skinny jeans, never mind a ball gown. Louis has seen him limit himself as well as being limited by others ofc and has always seemed to have been there, with a secure hand on Harry’s back, to encourage him. Even at a time when boys wearing nail polish or skirts was unthinkable. Just remember how much encouragement Harry needed when growing out his hair; Louis literally joined him. yes this might make me cry okay i need to stop bc i’m going off track and this is just becoming a larry breakdown while i was trying to hype up this beautiful song. 

What I’m trying to say is: Louis has always seen all of Harry. He’s always had his back, no matter what. He’s loved every part of him. And now, on a completely gender neutral album, in the sweetest, softest song off of the entire thing, Louis puts in the word “queen”, and that is so very deliberate it makes me want to scream. It’s Louis confirming his love again and again while affirming the multitudes contained by Harry, including everything involving his gender journey. brb crying

It’s a raw Louis, an honest, sweet, kind, loving partner, and both of them are fucking lucky to have each other, and I also wish that all of us end up in a caring and wholesome relationship like that. I truly do.

[shelbydelrey]

Can you do a WHICH LDR SONG MATCHES EACH PEAKY BOY???💖

Hello lovely anon, i'm sorry that it took a bit long, but also thank you so much for the request and I hope i have done justice!

Lana Del Rey songs that matches each Peaky Boy

Please reblog and share with me your thoughts and the songs you think fist each Peaky boy!

Warnings: I've limited myself to the Born To Die, Ultraviolence, Honeymoon and Lust For Life albums. English is no my first language.

Born To Die

I feel like Tommy has a very special relantionship with mortality due to his PTSD, the events that he experienced and his notion of extra time makes his ambition a way to "cope".

"Lost but now I am found I can see but once I was blind

But nothing is ever enough for him. Most of his intimate relantionships with women are (at least in my perspective) a distraction and that is why is hard for him to connect. With Grace in specific i feel like these lyrics are very fitting:

"Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why" On their wedding day she pled him to leave the ilegal business behind but he is not capable of doing that.

I just think that the overall vibe of the song fits him very well.

Million Dollar Man

"I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe I don't know what you do It's unbelievable And I don't know how you get over, get over Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you"

Lana wrote this song for Tommy i swear to God. Sometime i also do not understand his persuasion powers (i guess it's because as the viewer we have a totally different approach to the situation).

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

Being in love with him it's tough (look at his track record ffs). It's like orbirting a planet never being able to properly touch it or even merge with him.

"You got the world, but, baby, at what price?"

This line for me it is what resembles him the most. He loses at lot in order to gain and mantain power but at the end will it be worth it?

24

"You're hard to reach"

Just reinforcing what i already said about him being emotionally distant. "There's only 24 hours in a day And half of those, you lay awake With thoughts of murder and carnage"

I don't these lines need explainig they speak for themselves.

Bonus:

Money Power Glory + Black Beauty

I don't think that either song has a specific line that describes him but their overall vibe it's just Tommy.

Carmen

Hear me out: i know this is a song about a 17 girl who has not been living the best life but some of the quotes are just sooo fitting:

"you don't want to be like me Don't wanna see all the things I've seen" I'm dying, I'm dying She says, you don't want to get this way Famous, and dumb, at an early age"

We all have seen the hell that it is Athur Shelby's mind. Violence is his way to cope but (obviously) causes even more damage to him and to the people around him. He's trapped in this cycle and doesn't know how to get out and doesn't wish that for anybody else.

Shades of Cool

"He prays for love, he prays for peace, and maybe someone new"

This is him in S3, hoping that God and Linda will be able to pull him out of the darkness.

"But I can't fix him, can't make him better And I can't do nothing about his strange weather"

The bitter truth Linda learns and further breaks him apart.

High by The Beach

"Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinkin' into the sand"

Once again expliciting the destructive nature of him and how Linda grows to be resentful towards him.

(But he probably just wants to get high by the beach)

Now, it was difficult to pick songs for John because even tho he can be ruthless as his brothers (and a cheater) he has this naivety over him that i don't see in Lana's songs. So i hope my choices don't come off as forced.

Art Deco

"You're not mean, you just want to be seen Want to be wild"

This captures the naivety i mentioned. John is not a bad person. Yes, he does benefit from and engages in the violence but it's more like sport than desire to him. It's something that he does because he just used to it (it goes over his head obviously, hence the whole situation with the italians). But if he decided to travel with Esme and the kids, i feel like he would be happy regardless.

White Mustang

"Summer's meant for lovin' and leavin' I was such a fool for believin' that you Could change all the ways you've been livin' But you just couldn't stop"

Maybe this quote is more Esme than John but you can interpret as her singin (or just the overall feeling) to him. The you is not necessarily John but the whole family (especially Tommy) putting the ambition over safety.

Soooo... i don't like Michael (pls don't kill me). It's not because of the whole betrayal thing or anything, i just can't read him as a character and that makes hard to relate to him. So picking up songs was quite difficult.

Freak

This song choice is maybe a bit of a stretch (since i want to input a meaning into it) but there is a urgency about fleeing and becoming something else (that's how all his character introduction took place):

"Baby if you wanna leave Come to California, be a freak like me, too"

And this specific verse is something that Pol would say in S2 (i know is meant to be in a romantic way, but i already took this song out of context so why not a little bit more?):

"Screw your anonymity Loving me is all you need to feel"

Art Deco

The song is featuring a second time i know but who cares?

"You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure"

Not growing up in poverty and violence and suddenly being part of this world, makes him a little bit insecure about himself and his choices. And also at the same time he is amazed by the promised glamour (at least i like to think that' how he felt between S2 and S3)

"When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more(why?) You want more (why?)"

He is not a warm person and as Tommy his ambition may make him a little cocky.

[awesomerextyphoon]

Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki​’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki​. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

  It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

 “What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

  The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

  “Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

  Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

  “Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

  The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

  “Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

  Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

  The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

[pndnj]

Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend. 

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41-  1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something  I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t  no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec,  get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone  I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone,  it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor,  cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up,  a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't  the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all,  I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker,  i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun,  seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some,  get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice,  i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon,  this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles  in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

[ynscrazylife]

hey do you do song fics? If so, could you do a Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader with a Phantom of the Opera song? preferably music of the night? where Natasha’s personality is like “the Phantom” and the reader is like “Christine” it’s fine if you don’t do it, no pressure :)

Music of the Night | n.r song fic

Summary: A fluffy and soft look into why Natasha and Y/N love to take walks in the evening together. 

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A/N: Thanks for requesting! I haven’t seen Phantom of The Opera but from what I’ve read, Phantom is “obsessed” with Christine so I’m going to be making this more romantic than obsession since I don’t write “dark” fics. (Meaing Natasha won’t be obsessed with reader, she’ll be in love with her and they’ll have a healthy relationship) Also, this is my first time writing a song fic so I’m sorry if it’s not that accurate to song fics! I didn’t do the entire song, I hope that that is okay! (Big thanks to @nyankitty987 who helped me with this)

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Night-time sharpens,

heightens each sensation

One of the things that attracted Natasha to Y/N and Y/N to Natasha was that a certain thrill filled them when nighttime came. For Natasha, it was the darkness, the secrecy, the freedom it held whereas the daytime felt much more confining, with the amount of people who walked the street and would silently judge you with their eyes as you passed, thinking they knew everything about you from one glance or one small interaction. For Y/N, it was the amount of possibilities the nighttime held that you couldn’t get during the day. It was her search for stars in the sky and to connect them to constellations, to figure out if that dot in the air was a planet or not, to run through the breeze, to soak it all in. 

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Which is why the couple would often spend time in the night. Whether that would be staying up after all the other Avengers resigned to their bedrooms, cuddling on the couch with a movie, or seeing a play late at night, maybe even taking a walk or a drive and being able to take in the town. It’s emptiness at night provided something different for Natasha and Y/N, It made them feel that with just them walking the streets, with no one around, that the town was made for them. It filled them with hope, confidence, that they could conquer their dreams, not only by themselves but with each other, too. 

Silently the senses abandon their defences . . . 

Without their responsibilities of missions and meetings and things to do in the daytime, they found they could just be themselves and enjoy the love they had for one another in the night. It wasn’t uncommon to see the two sharing a dance in their kitchen late at night, slowly swaying to classical music, both a little buzzed from the wine they enjoyed, or to spill whatever was on their mind. Many people thought of the night was something scary, since you weren’t distracted by something during the day to keep your fears away and now they would enter when you just wanted sleep. Natasha and Y/N, however, loved that. They loved being able to talk about whatever they wanted to, not having to talk about Avengers business or the media or even to their friends during the day.

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour,

Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender

The sights of the town sure were beautiful during the day, but the night gave them a different kind of enchantment. Natasha and Y/N were entranced by the way the darkness fell over the ocean at the beach, how the waves seemed to be much more free, like they weren’t pressured to give big waves for the people who wanted to swim and surf in the early morning hours. They cherished being able to just be, to have the choice whether or jot they wanted to just sit there and to exist or to go off on an adventure, feeling like they resided in another, far-off place full of kings and queens and sword fights and dances. 

Turn your face away,

from the garish light of day

They found themselves able to relax without the sun beating on their face. Able to take deep breaths, not having to wear their superhero suits, put their brains to work planning out missions, and everything that came with being Avengers. Though they loved it dearly and wouldn’t trade it for a world, it was sometimes nice to be able to turn their head to that, to relax, to laugh, to cry, to smile with no plans and nothing to do. Whilst they enjoyed the lunches they attended with their friends and hanging out in the tower, the nighttime was like a break. As they grew together as a couple, Natasha and Y/N discovered that sometimes when you took a break, it didn’t mean what you were taking a break from was bad or stressful, sometimes it was just a break, a time to be.

Turn your thoughts away,

from cold, unfeeling light -

and listen to the music of the night . . . 

Sometimes, it wasn’t just the night that provided comfort for the two Avengers. There were times where one of them would have a headache and they’d crawl under the covers in their bed, dimming the light to give them some comfort, while the other would grab them a glass of water and some Advil. They also had a routine after missions, no matter if it was easy or very difficult, they’d cuddle up in their bed together, the lights off, and would listen to soothing music. Y/N would usually fall asleep before Natasha, and Natasha would wrap her arms around her girlfriend, humming along to whatever song was playing. At times they’d choose music with lyrics but most of the times there were none.

Close your eyes and surrender to your

darkest dreams!

Purge your thoughts of the life

you knew before!

After their escape into the night, they’d return to the tower or their apartment when they moved into it and would take baths to relax and wind down and then would get into bed together. Tiredness would practically ooze out of them and that’s how they knew they had a good and full day and evening. It was in those times that they’d be happy to curl up with each other and fall asleep in each other’s arms. When they were tired like this, they liked to hold each other tightly. In the mornings, Y/N would wake up to see Natasha’s red hair covering the pillow, their legs intertwined or arms wrapped around each other’s waists. 

The women would spend their mornings staying in for awhile, enjoying each other’s body warmth and the comfort of their bed, and would eventually migrate to the kitchen, Y/N usually being the one to cook breakfast. They’d exchange small murmuring of “I love you”’s and when they would settle down to eat, they would reminisce about their dreams and what they wanted to do that day.

Close your eyes, 

let your spirit start to soar!

And you'll live,

as you've never lived before . . . 

Y/N couldn’t count how many times she and her girlfriend would be laying under the stars, feeling the coolness of the graft and inhaling the rich, fresh air, when Natasha would whisper, “Close your eyes,” and she would. She’d forget that almost every time after Natasha would roll over and start tickling her mercilessly, wanting to make her laugh, since her laugh was music to her ears. Natasha couldn’t believe that every time Y/N complied, and at first she assumed that it was simply in Y/N’s gleefully tired and dazed state that she forgot, but then would realize that Y/N wanted to be tickled. 

It was when Y/N was laughing so much her cheeks ached, and she was looking up at her grinning girlfriend, the stars and the sky providing a gorgeous backdrop that she’d feel alive. She’d feel like she was getting those moments out of life which were most memorable, most meaningful, the simplest movements that sometimes caused the most joy. That moment, that feeling of adrenaline and pure warmth and joy coursing through her body was a part of a collection of moments that Y/N held onto, cherishing for when times got tough. Those were the moments she held with her in a tight grip, not wanting to ever lose them, because they pushed her forward in times of sadness and trouble.

Softly, deftly,

music shall surround you . . . 

Feel it, hear it,

closing in around you . . . 

When the right song came on at the right time in the right place, the notes and the lyrics would wrap themselves around Natasha and Y/N in a hug, buzzing in their ears. They’d feel like it was just them, the rest of the world would fall apart, and they ended almost every one of their adventures with music. Natasha would usually be the one to start playing a song as they slowly made their way back home from their walk, and they’d stop wherever they were to hold each other and sway to the music. They’d share a quiet yet meaningful kiss as they danced, and it wouldn’t even matter if the song that was playing wasn’t a song you’d think to slow dance to - Natasha and Y/N didn’t care. 

However, it was the best when they would pass down a block only to hear a live band playing at a restaurant. There was something about live music that spoke to them both even more than music playing on a phone, especially how you could continue walking and continue to hear the music for a couple blocks before it began to fade away, staying behind in their hums. It was a nice reminder that they weren’t the only ones who enjoyed an evening out, and sometimes they’d go to that restaurant and have a spontaneous, lovely meal. 

Y/N always looked forward to taking a walk with Natasha, looking at the sights and the people and holding her hand. It was calming. Soothing. A small moment that just the two of them shared, making it that more special.

[amindofstone]

Jolly sailor

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a/n: Dream a little dream with me and imagine. Imagine Luffy being able to save Ace and him making it out of the Marineford. Imagine him taking Whitebeards place as the captain and keeping the crew together. Now imagine...

Words: 5164 (I´m sorry my fingers didn´t stop typing.)

Genre: anime imagine?

Warnings: Maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I genuinely apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m really trying to improve. So please be so kind and have mercy)

Character(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader (Serena)

Info: For better reading keep in mind that the words in italic are Serenas (readers) train of thoughts. And the words put between a note “” are the lyrics of the song “Jolly Sailor Bold” I was inspired by.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Piczure is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner (Twitter: @tsuyomaru1a). !!!

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“Mommy?”, said the boy sitting at the dining table, while trying to focus on his drawing. Serena, the mother of the boy with the raven black hair hummed in response without looking up from her painting. “Where you ever at the Grand Line or the New World?”, Serena who was painting the person that appeared in her dreams last night, stopped in her tracks and looked at the direction the little boy was sitting at. The question of her son caught her by surprise what made her look at him quite dumbfounded. “Ehm… Dear, where did that question come from now?”, she asked while she put her brush aside. The little boy who still wasn´t looking up shrugged his shoulders and gave an answer what could also have been that from his father. “Probably somewhere from the corner of my brain.”, he answered and looked his mother in the eyes. He knew that his way of talking resembled that of his father a lot what always surprised his mother when he talked because he rarely was home, but still he managed to sound like him. So every time he said something his father also could have said, his mother would stop doing whatever she was busy with at the moment and just stare at him with the same loving eyes she looked at his father. And every time she did so, he always tried to never miss the sight of that, because it made him proud to see that he could make his mother happy with such a simple thing.

“Well yes, I grew up on an island on the Grand Line until my teenage years. After I turned 20 I guess I ended up somewhere in the New World where I also met your father. But you already know that so why ask me that?”, Serena slowly approached her son and sat down next to him. Her son Faun, who seemed to be thinking about something deeply, put his pen down and intended to ask another question when he stopped himself by putting his small hand over his mouth. The little gesture made the brunet haired woman next to him laugh. Faun was now slowly looking back to his mothers face and tried to form a proper sentence. “May I.. ehm.. ask you some questions about… well about… you and… dad?”, although the young boy knew that his mother did not like talking about her past he always wanted to know so much about her. He always tried to ask her some questions but she somehow always managed to get out of those situations by changing the topic or making him forget what he wanted from her. Even now he had no hope of hearing her tell him her and his dad’s story. He was about to apologize and get back to his drawing when she took him in her arms and left her atelier behind. “Mom? Where are we going?”, asked the confused little boy. But Serena just smiled at him lovingly and kept walking. When she did not reply to him he decided to keep quiet and see what´s going to happen. Little did he know that she was going to tell him the story he always wanted to hear. Serena walked into her bedroom and placed her usually talkative son on the bed she slept on alone for the last eight months. Sitting on his mother’s bed, Faun was following her steps with his eyes. While she was busy taking a box out of her closet. After taking the box out of its place she closed the doors to her closed and walked back to her son and sat down next to him on the bed that seemed to be bigger than usually since she slept alone on it.

“Tell me Faun. I do know that you saw pictures of me when I was younger but did you ever saw a picture of your father when he was younger or a child?”, the Question caught the ten years old boy by surprise what made him blink a few times. But he quickly pulled himself together and shook his head a bit to fast. She gave him a loving smile and went through his raven black hair. “In that case I´ll start telling you something about your father with some pictures of him and that of some others. Alright?”, the look the incredibly beautiful boy gave her was worth to be photographed but she did not dare to leave him just to go and get a camera so she just took him in her arms and kissed his cheek while laughing. “You have pictures of Dad, when he was younger?! Wow! Was he good looking? Was he as muscular as he is now?”, curiosity rolled over Serena’s son what made him ask one question after another. It took him a while until she could calm him down and make him focus on what she is going to tell him so she took her time and let him talk for a while. While he did so she couldn´t stop thinking about his father, her husband. The man who stole her heart, her mind and her soul.

A man every person feared and respected at the same time. A man whose story was spread around the world like that of a tale. Whose story was seen as that of a hero who also played the villain at the same time. The name of that man is well known. A tale with a title that can create any kind of emotions when read. A title made of just a name. A name that was and forever will be the cause of her racing her heart and trembling hands. A name that was engraved in her heart and carried by her soul with so much love and passion that it caused her pain. A name that was always on her mind. Portgas D. Ace.

I wonder how he is doing right now. Is he alright? Is he hurt? Is he getting enough sleep?

“Mom? Is everything ok?”, Serena got lost in her thoughts thinking about the man who promised her to come see her every four months and forgot that she had her son sitting in front of her. “Mom is everything alright? You look sad. Did I upset you?”, the huge smile that was lingering on the plum red lips of her son was now gone. Serena knew that Faun was not the child he used to be. A little boy she could trick with a smile or by changing the topic. He no longer was the naïve boy he used to be. He was a mature 10 years old boy. For her taste even to mature but Luffy said that he is just like Ace himself. He told her stories about him as a 10 years old boy who was also really mature for his age and who did things she could never think of.

🎼 Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray. Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay. 🎼

Faun was about to call his mother again when she took a deep breath and started to speak in a soft calm voice. A voice that was so beautiful that could make any person weak in their knees. Her voice what was one of the many things Ace fell in love with.

“It was a calm and warm morning on the island I was living in at that time.”, Faun was taken aback for a second but quickly understood that she was telling him what he always wanted to hear. So he sat back and listened. “It was a huge island but not many people lived there. There was a small village of probably just 100 people. They were really nice people. Each of them was friendly and respectful, with caring and funny personalities. I loved them from the bottom of my heart. As you know my beloved Faun, I am half mermaid but they never judged me because of that. I fact they never made me feel out of place. They helped me and my father every day. They brought me my favorite sweets, my fathers favorite dishes and clothes for the both of us. When my mother came visiting us they would treat her like any other person on the island. They loved me and my small family so much that they even where ready to fight for us when one of the most strongest pirates stopped at the island and asked for my father. It was really funny because my father knew the pirates but they still were suspicious and didn´t trust them a bit. When my father invited some of them to our house the women of the village would come and literally drag me out of my house and keep me in theirs until they left.”, the memories of the village and the time she spend there made her emotional. She missed all of them. They turned in just a short period into her family. A family that loved her more than she ever deserved.

“Now guess who those pirated were my father knew?”, Faun did exactly was his mother asked him to do. He thought and came up with a bunch of famous pirate names but each time she said no. When he looked at his mother with a mad and frustrated sigh, a chuckle left her and she sat her son in between her legs and placed a kiss on his head. “It were the Whitebeard pirates, who are now called …”, before she could finish the sentence her son finished it with big eyes filled by amazement. “… the White Fire pirates. Grandpa knew Whitebeard?! But how?”, Serena smiled at her son and opened the box she previously took out of her closet. The box was filled with different pictures. Some by people he instantly recognized and some by people he didn´t knew. “My father was part of the Whitebeard crew and was in the fifth division. And what made this division so special was that it was called the swordsmen division. And yes. Before you start to freak out again, Grandpa is a swordfighter.”, it only took a second for the boy to lose control over himself again and to start jumping around out of excitement. “Oh Mother! You have to tell me more! Why did you never said that Grandpa was so awesome?!”, a small giggle left Serena before she took her sons hand in hers and sat him down in front of her again. “Father was an amazingly strong pirate and on top of that a good man. That´s why he was so loved by the village.”, Serena took out a picture of her father when he was in his forties and Serena just 19. Faun looked at the picture with an open mouth and talked without thinking. A habit he had from Ace. “No offense but he looks older than he is now on the picture. How can one look so old? And no wonder dad fell in love with you. You were beautiful! But now you are even more beautiful. Don´t tell dad but you even look better than him. Just a bit though!!”, the words that left the young boys mouth made Serena laugh. How come he is so much like his father when he´s barely home and with us?

“You really need to stop telling him that he looks so old. Otherwise he won´t come see us anymore.”, Serena let Faun still look at the pictures of her and her father when she took out a picture of Ace as a young man in the age of just 20.

🎼 Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain. Saying, William, when you go I fear you'll ne'er return again. 🎼

“The day they came to our island was not one to be happy. It was a sad reunion between my father and the pirates. A lot of their crew mates where hurt and some of them were even close to death. They needed help and a new captain. One of those who were about to die was your father my dear Faun. Uncle Marco who is the commander of the first division was worried to death because he couldn´t help him. He was just able to keep him alive while he was in coma. And this is when I meet him for them first time. Badly injured and with a weakly beating heart that threatened to stop keeping him alive. My father called me and convinced me to heal him since I ate from a devil fruit that gave me the ability to heal people. Marco and the other commanders talked to me and promised me to give me anything I wanted when I would promise them to heal Ace. Their friend, their commander and the man they would die for.”. the memories of Ace when he was close to death made her realize how worried she was about him now. Ace, who was now her husband. He should have been here four months ago. He should have came and see her and their son but he didn´t came. He did not reply to any of her letters in the last two months. Her heart clenched with the thought of him getting hurt and she started to cry. “Mom? Why are you crying?”, She didn´t wanted her son to see her cry and make him worried. She didn´t wanted him to lose hope in his father and the promise that he´ll come see them again. So she wiped her tears away and smiled. “It´s just that I miss my old hometown. It’s nothing serious.”, Faun hugged his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No need to be sad. When dad comes home we can ask him how Grandpa is doing because he always visits him whenever he comes back home. Now please stop crying and show me your smile. I want to see your dimples and kiss them just like dad does whenever you’re sad!” Ace. Just know that although you might not be here with me and although I am left alone with my longing for you and the painful emptiness in my heart caused by your absence, the presence of our son takes all of that away from me.

Serena gave her son the smile he asked her to show him and instantly got showered with kisses. “Are you feeling better Mom? If not I give you more kisses and hug you for hours just like a koala does a tree. No wait. I hold onto you like a sloth holds onto a tree! Yes that´ll do for sure. Wait no! Sloths aren´t cute though….”, the adorable nonsense her son talked managed to make her laugh again. Marco was right; although father and son are not always together they are alike. Even to the point Faun sometimes looks like Ace´s clone. “Now what happened next? Please tell me more.”, Serena nodded and showed him more pictures.

🎼 My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. 🎼

“It took us a long time until all of the men were healthy again. But it took us the most making sure Ace was back to his normal state. Although he had the power of the fire fruit it took a long time until he was fully healthy. That caused a lot of them to be worried since they planned to make him to their new captain at that time.”, Serena showed Faun pictures of some of the Commanders and Ace when he suddenly said something that made her blush. But as quickly as the pink shade crept up her cheeks as quickly did it also leave and that only because of the words of her little boy. “That’s a great story but how did you and dad fall in love? Can you tell me that? Uncle Marco told me that Dad is the main cause of any problem they have and a risky captain. He never backs off from any fight, what I also do and forever will but compared to him you are his total opposite. You are calm and he is loud. He is ready to take risks you try to avoid anything that is close to being a bit difficult. It´s like a normal civilian and a princess that ended up as a couple. How did you to end up marring?”, Serena looked at his son with an unreadable gaze lingering upon her. She was shocked by his words but also in the verge of laughing out loud. At the end she wasn´t able to keep her laughter in and started to laugh. While she was holding her stomach from the pain her son was looking at her with an emotionless face. “What did I say?”, with a slightly tilted head the green eyed boy was looking up at his mother with confusion written all over his face. “Oh dear!”, Serena wiped the tears away that fell on her cheeks before she started to talk again. “I do understand what you mean but don´t you know the saying opposites attracts? But going honest I have to admit that it did take us both a while before we actually understood that we had feelings for each other. In those weeks where I took care of him and his crew while they decided on how to start all over again as pirates, I started to get happy whenever he was around me. I turned into the happiest living being whenever he called me or asked me for a favor. Whenever he needed anything I was the first one to go get that. No matter what it was. I loved him but I couldn´t believe it at the beginning until he and his crew left the island. Days and nights passed and I got sadder whenever I saw something that reminded me of him. I couldn´t sleep. I couldn´t eat. I was lost and felt empty. I was restless and somehow just existing. One day I got a letter. The envelop had just my name on it and nothing else. But somehow I still knew that is was from your father. The letter itself had no actual beginning nor and ending. The content of the letter wasn´t anything special but still made me more than just happy. If any other person would have read it they would have been disappointed and wouldn´t think about it. They even would have called it unnecessary and nonsense. But to me it was more than that. It was special because it made me feel like he thought about me and the time he was on the island. You know what made it so special was that fact that he started his writing where our talking ended before he left. This was the beginning of us getting closer. The love I had for him, the sentence anyone who was in love would have probably said hundreds of times never left my mouth nor had a place in my letters for him. He on his side did also never mention those three magical words. I don´t know about him but I was way to scared to say it out loud or write it down. I was scared that he might not feel the same and just see me as a good friend. But my heart was telling me otherwise. I was always praying to read those three words in one of his letters but never was disappointed when he did not write it down. Getting those letters and writing mine for him was a feeling I could never explain. I was filled by pure joy and love whenever I read his letters or wrote for him.”, Serena talked and talked. She told him anything she could think of while her heart was racing and her eyes were fixed on her hand with the ring he proposed to her. She remembers all those little moments with him. All those months and years of her crying over him. She remembers all those restless nights filled by the pained sobs that left her, accompanied by her aching and longing heart. She didn´t realized but while the memories of the man she would die for slowly made their way back to her mind a single tear fell down her cheek what made her realize how much she missed him and his touch. His voice calling her name and his laugh that would always light up her days.

🎼 His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go. 🎼

Serena knew that she shouldn´t be crying in front of Faun so she kept the pain and the tears that threaded to fall back for later. But still she missed his presence more than ever. Eight months passed and he did not come back home. He should have been back four months ago. She should be getting letters from him every one or two weeks but nothing came. She was worried to death and couldn´t bear the pain anymore. She was scared of losing him. She was sacred to open the newspaper and read an article about his death. She wanted him to quit being a pirate and do whatever Garp would tell him. She wanted him to be save. Save, happy and at home. But she knew that his happiness is not only made of her and their son but also by sailing and being the free man he always wished to be. He wanted to be just like the man who saved him and gave him a reason to live. The man he called father from the bottom of his heart. The man he owns his life. She knew her wish of him being with her was selfish. She knew that she was selfish for wanting him to quit being a pirate but what else could she do? She was scared to death. She wanted him to be next to her. Somewhere she could take care of him and hold him. Kiss him and tell him how much she loved him. How much he meant to her. He was her life. The reason why she kept living. The reason she woke up every morning. He was the reason of her happiness.

But she put everything aside and let him be. She let him do whatever he wanted to do. She let him do whatever his heart desired and made him happy. Just so she could see him smile. He deserved it. He deserves to be happy and loved. He suffered enough in his life and deserves to be carefree now.

🎼 From Tower Hill to Blackwall. I'll wander, weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor until he sails home. 🎼

Faun was looking at a picture that showed his mother and his father at their wedding that was held on the main flagship of the White Fire Pirates, when he realized that his mother stopped talking. He looked at her and followed her gaze that was lingering upon her hand with her wedding ring. He saw her eyes that were filled with tears and was irritated since her lips were showing a beautiful smile. He wanted to say something and console her but he knew that he should not do anything since it might make it even worse. He knew that if he started consoling her by telling her that father was alright she might lose it all and break down. He knew his mother well. She was a soft hearted woman with a heart of gold. Although she was a strong woman with admirable fighting abilities she still was a woman in love after all. He remembers his Grandfather telling him that no matter how strong a person is. When they’re in love their strength can´t save them from the pain love brings. Faun was lost.

He didn´t wanted his mother to cry. When he asked her to tell him something about his father he didn´t wanted her to cry. He felt bad and started to tear up. Guilt took over him and he started to shed tears. “I´m sorry mother! I made you cry. I made you think about your past. I´m sorry.”, the son of the emperor was now hugging his mother while apologizing over and over again. “No my dear. It is not your guilt. And who says that I´m crying? See I´m all good. There is nothing to feel bad about. Hear me out. It it getting late. How about we get ready for bed? I tell you more about your father some other day. Alright?”, Faun who was still hugging his mother just nodded while soft sobs left him. The pained mother took her sons face in her hands and put a kiss on his forehead with a smile on her lips. She took his hand in hers and led him into the bathroom and prepared him for the night. And just like any other night she started to sing his favorite song. Usually Faun would never dare to make her stop since it calmed him down and made him feel loved and special. But tiday was different. There was a question lingering on his mind he needed an answer to. So he called for the woman he loved the most and made her stop singing to him not even half way through the song. “Mom I have a question. Is dad alright? Will he ever come back?”, when Serena thought that nothing’s going to worsen the pain in her chest her own flesh and blood proved her wrong. It took her a lot of courage and strength to put on a bright smile and answer him with a stabile and confident voice. “Of course he is doing fine. He is Fire fist Ace after all, isn´t he? And why shouldn’t he come back home? There is no reason to think that. Your father loves you more than anything on this planet. Believe it or not but he loves you even more than he loves Uncle Luffy or Uncle Sabo.”, the words of the half mermaid made the young boys sad face turn into a bright happy one with a huge smile upon his lips. “Thank you mother. Could you maybe continue with the song? I really love hearing it before falling asleep.”, Serena who was laying down next to her son nodded and continued singing the song not only he loved but also his father.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold. My father is a merchant, the truth I now will tell and in great London City in opulence doth dwell. His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold and he frowns upon his daughter, who loves a sailor bold. A fig for his riches, his merchandise and gold. True love has grafted my heart, give me my sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold. Should he return in pov'rty from o'er the ocean far to my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May. And often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway. Many a pretty blooming young girl we did behold. Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold”

Soft snores could be heard what signalized her that the little man she was singing to was now fast asleep. With a last kiss put on his head and a softly whispered “Goodnight my little treasure.”, she left his room and closed the door as soundless as possible. Her atelier she was working on before was still not cleaned up so she made her way back to her beloved work place and started to clean everything up. The song she sang her son before was not finished yet so she began singing where she stopped.

“My name it is Serena a merchant's daughter fair. And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year. Come all you pretty fair maids. Who ever you may be. Who love a jolly sailor that plows the raging sea. While up aloft in storm from me his absence mourn. And firmly pray arrive the day he's never more to roam. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold”, usually she would now repeat the song since it ended but the sight that life offered her did not only made her stop in her tracks but also made her drop anything she had in her hands. “I´m not sure if the original owner of this song would be really fond of hearing you change the name Maria with your own. I mean, it does sound beautiful but still, I´m just saying.”, Serena did not know what to do. She was overwhelmed with the situation and could not believe what she was seeing. A few minutes ago she was talking about him and lost hope of ever being able to see him again. She told her mind a few days ago that it shall stop hurting her more and forget him. But now she felt like she did not only betray herself but also him, who was now standing in front of her in all his glory. “Ace?”, tears she kept in all these day couldn´t be hold back anymore and made their way out. One after another wetted her cheeks and made her vision get blurry. She couldn´t believe what she was seeing. She told herself that he is not real but rather a trick played by her heart, mind and soul. She told herself to stop crying since he was not here with her. She told herself that her husband was somewhere in the New World and that she should stop crying, when the person who was the cause of all of her pain came closer and gave her a reassuring hug. As if he knew that she couldn´t believe her eyes and wanted her to believe. He wanted her to believe in him and his person that was truly standing in front of her. “Ace?”, she looked up in his eyes with tears still falling down his cheeks. “Love, I´m home.”, not knowing what to do himself the emperor placed his lips on those of his wives with the hope to get rid of the pain in his chest that accompanied him all those lonely night.

[jensengirl83]

Falling In The Woods

Dean x reader

Word Count-2397

Warnings-Angst, mutual pining, fake dating, fluff

Summary-Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be engaged for a hunt. How will things go considering they both have unspoken feelings for each other? 

A/N- This was written for @holylulusworld​ 10k follower challenge. My prompt was fake dating/relationship. I hope you enjoy

“No, Sam!” Y/N exclaimed. Sam knew better than to ask this of her. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but would you rather Dean go with another female hunter?” Sam asked, cocking his eyebrow. 

“Sam, you know how I feel about Dean. I can’t pretend to be his fiancee,” Y/n groans at the idea, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep herself in check. 

“You can do this, Y/N. Who knows, it might bring him around,” Sam said. 

“Yeah, right. He doesn’t and never will see me that way,” Y/N scoffed. 

“You never know what could happen,” Sam told her. He knew that Dean had been crushing on Y/N for a while, but wouldn’t say anything. He had volunteered them for this hunt for that very reason. 

“Whatever Sam. I’ll do it, but Dean isn’t going to be happy about this either,” 

“Dean already knows. He’s in his room packing and getting his gear ready,” Sam said with a smirk. 

“What?! You didn’t ask me first before telling Dean?” Y/N threw her hands up in frustration. 

“He knows that the job needs to be done. Dean and I don’t want another woman to die,” Sam said, giving Y/N his famous bitch face. 

“And I do? I just wish there was another way to do this. Alone with Dean in a cabin for who knows how long is going to kill me,” Y/N sighed. 

Y/N knew she needed to suck it up and do the job, but this was going to be one of the most challenging jobs yet. Not because of the monster, but having to pretend that she is Dean’s fiancee. Whatever it was, the monster is killing the females in the couples that were staying in a remote cabin resort. All the couples were either engaged or married, hence having to pretend to be engaged to Dean. 

“Look at it as a short vacation. You only have to pretend when you’re in the main lodge and around the other people staying at the resort,” Sam said, smiling at Y/N trying to make her feel better about what he was asking. 

“Fine!” Y/N said, exasperated.  

Y/N was in her room, packing her things when a knock on her door made her jump. She gathered herself before walking to open the door, seeing Dean standing there, his cheeks flush as if he were nervous or embarrassed. Y/N had no idea why he would have anything to anxious about. It’s not like he’s the one hiding secret feelings, but Y/N moves to the side and lets Dean walk into her room to see what he wants, shutting the door behind him. 

“Uhh, I came in here to give you this,” Dean holds out his hand, an engagement ring in his palm. 

“Dean, where did you get a ring?” Y/N asks, surprised he had one for her to wear for the hunt. 

“It was Mom’s ring. I’ve had it for years, and I figured it’d be easier to let you wear it than trying to buy one,” Dean said, shrugging like it was no big deal. 

“I can’t wear this Dean. What if I lose it when I take it off?” Y/N asks, already nervous about being in a fake relationship with him. Now he wants her to wear his mother’s ring? 

“Just don’t take it off,” Dean smiled, pushing his hand towards her to take the ring, “We can stop and buy one of those things that makes a ring fit if we need to,” 

Y/N took the ring from him, her hands shaking a little from her nerves, slipping it on her ring finger. She lightly gasped at the shock, the ring a perfect fit. What were the odds? Y/N looked up to see the surprise on Dean’s face as well, never thinking that Mary’s ring would fit, let alone look as beautiful as it did on Y/N’s hand. Their eyes met and held for a moment before Dean blinked and cleared his throat, breaking the small trance they were in. 

“I’ll be in the garage. You can meet me there when you finish,” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck, before turning on his heels and walking out of her room to pack his things in Baby. 

The car ride to the resort was relatively quiet, neither feeling the need to talk too much. That’s one thing Y/N loved about being around Dean, the need to speak all the time not there, able to be comfortable in each other’s silence. She happy about that today more than ever, as they were almost to the resort, and her stomach was in knots. Y/N had no idea how she would make it for however long they were going to be there. 

They had checked in and was given the key to their cabin, and directions to which one was theirs. Dean followed the directions that the woman had given him, all the places scattered around a vast property in the woods. Y/N and Dean’s eyes grew wide as they pulled up to what they were going to call home for the next few days. They were in awe of the beauty of the cabin and the surrounding woods, not another person for what seemed like miles. 

“Wow! This is amazing!” Y/N said in awe as she walked through the door. 

“Sure is, sweetheart,” Dean said, followed by a low whistle. 

The living room was decorated in cream and earthy tones, a stone fireplace against the back wall, and a small kitchen off to the side. Y/N walked into the kitchen to find it fully stocked, and she knew that would make Dean happy. She turned to see that Dean was already ascending the stairs to look around, and she followed, needing to pick a bedroom anyway. Y/N stopped in her tracks when she made it to the top of the stairs, her heart falling to her feet. There was only one bedroom with a queen-sized bed. 

“Looks like we’re bunking together,” Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I can take the couch,” Y/N said with a sigh. 

“No, Y/N. There’s really no point. We’re adults and can sleep in the bed with another adult,” Dean said, his tone firm. 

“Fine,” Y/N said, walking by him to put her bag down and start unpacking her things. 

It had been three days, and Y/N and Dean had no idea what was killing the women. All they knew was that the bodies were found out in the woods, their necks broken. Y/N was getting frustrated with this hunt taking so long, having a hard time acting like Dean’s fiancee without getting carried away and Dean figuring out her secret. She was sitting on the couch, her laptop in her lap, when Dean walked in. 

“They have a thing in the lodge tonight for the couples. A throwback dance, they called it. Supposedly people like to reminisce about their old dances from school,” Dean said, making a face because he didn’t understand the appeal. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Y/n asked. 

“Because we need to go. We might be able to catch this damn thing with everyone together,” Dean groaned. 

“Uhhh,” Y/N whined, standing up without a word to go get ready. 

Y/N sat at a table in the lodge, trying to keep her eyes open for anything suspicious. She hoped they would kill this damn thing and be able to leave and head back to the bunker. The soft touches, light pecks on her lips, her fingers wrapped tightly in his, was slowly killing her. Because she knew it meant nothing to Dean, and she wished it did. Her heart dropped when one of her favorite songs started to play. “Heaven” by Bryan Adams. Y/N sighed, not looking over to the man sitting beside her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to keep it together. 

“Dance with me?” Dean’s voice broke her thoughts. Y/N looked up to see that Dean had stood and held out his hand for her, “People will start to wonder why were aren’t dancing like they are,” 

“Okay, let’s play pretend,” Y/N groaned, visibly frustrated. 

Dean led her onto the dance floor, spinning her in a circle before pulling her into his chest. His arm slid around her waist, and his hand rested on her lower back, the other hand on her upper back, holding her close. Y/N sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek to his chest, able to hear his heartbeat. She closed her eyes as he swayed their bodies slowly, Dean starting to sing the lyrics unknowingly. 

The smell of her shampoo and perfume invaded Dean’s senses as she held her close to him, feeling her body heat radiating through him. Dean’s eyes closed as he silently wished he could have her this way, and it be real, her in love with him as he was with her. Dean leans back to look at her face, her beautiful eyes holding his gaze. Dean leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, but it was different this time. It wasn’t the quick fake pecks on her lips like before. His heartbeat soared as he kissed her soft but passionately, Y/N’s groan bringing him back to reality. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart! Damn it. I can’t do this anymore,” Dean whispered, turning to leave her standing in the middle of the dance floor, hurt and confused, Y/N taking his reaction as his rejection. 

Y/N watched him walk out the door, tears starting to sting in her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, and she had told Sam. Y/N stood frozen while her mind raced, not sure what she was going to do. She could run back their cabin, pack up and leave, and find a way back to the bunker, but she was tired of being a coward. Y/N walked to the door with a sense of determination to find Dean and tell him everything. 

Once she made it outside, she looked around to see if she could get an idea of what direction Dean had gone. Y/N had decided to make her way back to the cabin when she heard Dean’s voice yelling for her in the opposite direction. Y/N sprung into action, running to find him, praying he was okay. She had run a few hundred feet into the woods when she saw him, standing by a tree, holding his hand out for her. As she slowly walked towards Dean, something felt wrong, but she couldn’t place it. 

“Y/N, come here, baby,” Dean said, causing Y/N to freeze. He only called one thing “baby,” and that was the Impala. 

“You’re not, Dean! Where is he?!” Y/N shouted, backing away from who or what this thing was. 

“I am Dean, well, I’m wearing his skin anyway, and I can see in his head,” the monster laughed. 

“You’re a shifter,” Y/N gasped, realizing she had no weapon her. 

“Smart girl, and pretty too,” the shifter chuckled, walking towards her and backing her up against a tree, “I can see how he feels about you, Y/N. He’s in love with you, but you won’t live to hear him say it,” 

“Why? Why are you killing the women?” Y/N asked as she had to know before her impending end. 

“Why? Because, sweetheart, that’s what he calls you, right? I lost my mate to a hunter, and now, I’ll take every happy woman I find. Let her mate feel the loss I feel,” he growled, wrapping his hands around her neck. 

Y/N closed her eyes, not wanting to see Dean’s face as the shifter snapped her neck. Dean was in love with her too, and now she was going to die before she could tell him. Tears sprang from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she felt the shifter’s hands tighten around her throat, her last words to Dean escaping her mouth into the quiet night, hoping he would one day know how she felt. 

“I love you too, Dean,” Y/N choked out before her world went black. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up! Oh God, please wake up,” Dean’s voice sounded tortured as she tried to open her eyes, feeling his hands shaking her limp body, “Please, I need you, Y/N. I love you,” 

“I love you, Dean,” Y/N’s voice was hoarse as her eyes fluttered open to see Dean on his knees beside her, tears staining his cheeks. 

“Y/N! I thought I lost you,” Dean said, watching her eyes widen in terror, thinking he was the shifter, “He’s dead, Y/N. It’s me, really me,” 

“Prove it,” Y/N croaked, trying to scoot away from him. 

Y/N watched as Dean took his silver blade, sliding it over his forearm as his blood started to trickle out of the wound. Y/N sighed in relief, her body beginning to shake from the shock of almost being killed by the shifter. Dean had her in his arms in an instant, shushing her and rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got you,” Dean whispered into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief himself. 

“Dean, I thought I was going to die before I got to tell you. I love you, and I have for a long time,” Y/N said softly. 

“Y/N, I know I’m not the best at expressing how I feel, but I love you, and I promise I’ll try not to screw up too much,” Dean said, causing Y/N to chuckle. 

“I guess that’s all I can ask for,” Y/N smiled up at Dean, his eyes boring into hers. 

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and it wasn’t like the one in the lodge. This kiss was more passionate and full of promises that neither one had to say aloud. This kiss was the first of many that would happen between the two of them as a couple, their love and perseverance winning out over anything the world would throw at them. 

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