#oh i almost forgot about these but the dried flowers hanging in the kitchen are lavenders and tulips

[eunnieboo]

imma be real - I just put work song by hozier back into my playlist yesterday 👀

And now you post an absolutely adorable gut wrenching art piece 🥰

thank you!! his music is so inspiring! i started sketching the comic a couple years back so i was excited to finally have time to work on it again. i actually revised a lot of pages because i didn't like them anymore, but it was all for the better! i'm very happy with it now 💕

Anonymous asked:

stunning work on this latest comic. can you confirm which flowers make appearance in it?

thank you so much! as a disclaimer, i'll just say that these flowers are definitely NOT accurate to their real life counterparts - i changed their shape or size to what i liked best haha. the most important thing to me was their color!

if i remember correctly, the first two were based off field marigolds and forget-me-nots, and the flowers in the vase were meant to be wildflowers (black-eyed susans would probably be the closest thing i can think of to the yellow flowers here). thank you for the question!!

[witchy-lili]

Sander Sides Coffeeshop AU! Part 2

Well I didn’t expect part one to get that much attention..

Thank you all :)  Trigger warning : Hum, alcohol ? I guess ? tell me if I have to put something in there ! 

The first one was originally just a simple shitpost, but seeing this positivity encouraged me to write more ! So have that ! Oh and, use this song for a certain part of the chapter. Enjoy~

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Damn was this a tiring day for the owner. Logan closed the cafe’s door after the last customer, not even turning the key, before dropping down on one of the angle sofas, sighing loudly. He lifted his rectangle glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired, but now wasn’t the time to sleep.

The cafe, as much as he loved it, wasn’t enough income to maintain a stable life. He wasn’t in debt, lord knows how much he hated seeking help from others. “I always counted on myself, why change now ?”. The day was not the only time he was behind a counter. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he stood up and went to look in his bag and looked at the hour on his phone. Eleven twenty four pm. It started at one am. He had enough time to freshen up. And so he went out, his blazer on his shoulder walking under the moonlight after putting the key in his pocket.

Home sweet and dearly home. It wasn’t much, just a simple black and white apartment with hints of deep navy blue. Hanging his blazer on the hook present on the back of his door. A soft creature came, rubbing against his legs, calmly purring.

-Well hello Plato..

The cat answered with a soft meow as Logan gently patted his fluffy cream fur which composed the majority of his body. The face, tip of the tail and paws being darker, almost black, but the cherry on top was the two icey sapphires eyes, as cold as his master’s. Only the hue was different, Lo’ having more greyish eyes. Speaking of the devil, he walked up to the living room connected kitchen, taking out a can of cat food to pour it into one of his little fuff ball’s bowl then filling the second one with water.

-There you go, you cuddle head.

Question remained, why would someone who struggled with money have a pet ?

Logan was always in control, trying his best to think about the most logical and brainey solution to a problem or way to improve his life, but even he could not just walk away from a crying kitten under the rain. He remembered the day. He was still a college student, his life was a wreck, a twelve sided Rubik’s cube with the colors constantly changing every single time he moved them. It was the same period he decided to close himself off and focus on school work but even he couldn't stay unmoved by a crying dirty kitten under the rain.

He smiled thinking about it again, all the nights worrying about Plato, putting him in his sweater while he was studying just to keep him by his side, all the books he read to learn how to properly take care of a cat, all the scratches he got, but also all the kisses and head rubs. Logan absentmindedly looked at the clock. Almost midnight.

-Shit.

Who thought he could lose himself thinking about how much he loved his companion ? Now he had to be fast. He’d usually take the time to enjoy the warm water on his skin, usually hugging himself in the process, trying to emulate the feeling of a long lost embrace, but now it was pretty late. He needed to go. Where ? Well his side job. Logan quickly dried his dark chestnut hair before putting on an elegant uniform. A white shirt buttoned to the top under a navy vest and a pair of jeans. Simple but efficient. Just like he always did.

The dark haired man arrived in front of a bar’s backdoor. Just on time after a really painful sprint considering he wasn’t the athletic type. He entered and went to the changing rooms, just to put down his bag and finally go to work. That was the program, but apparently the strawberry blonde seemingly pissed man bursting in. Only a thought crossed Logan’s mind “Oh for fuck’s sake.”.

-Oh my god Lo’ you’re here i thought i’d never see the light of day !

-..Pretty normal considering it’s past one am. -Now calm down. i’ll make you a quick drink and look for your gloves, your makeup is perfect. Just go sit down.

He walked towards him clutching his arms, the barista cringed at the contact but kept a straight face before finally realising that his friend was in a long cherry red all sparkly dress and same colored heels.

-You got a representation tonight Roman ?

-Yes and it’s an ever-loving catastrophe ! I can’t close this fucking -but amazing- dress by myself, i don’t know where my gloves are and i start in five minutes ! Jesus, am i sweating ? Am i sweaty ? Is my makeup dripping ?

The usual scenario, Logan sighed before kindly pushing his friend away and turning him to, first of all, close the dress, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach the end. Roman was already a bit taller than him, but with those heels, phew, how could he even walk in these ?

Such a drama queen. Literally and mockingly. He tapped the performer on the back before straight up going to his dressing room, the gloves were just here, sitting on the edge of the mirror. Pretty sure Roman missed them because of his stress. He then went to the bar, discreetly pouring him a bottom of whisky and coming back with the two items. Blondie jumped on his heels to hug him again, making his poor friend spread his arms to avoid damaging the gloves or spilling the drink before giving them after the embrace.

-You are a lifesaver you nerdy coffee man !  

-Don’t mention it. I have to get working, good luck.

Finally. Putting on a black apron, he came behind the bar and started serving the clients. Tonight was going to be busy. Why ? Well, Roman was performing, his angelic sultry voice brought everyone in. The lights dimmed in the club, only the stage was illuminated. The singer walked in, projectors reflecting against his strass covered dress and gloves. Claps and whistles welcomed his grand entrance as he took the microphone, glazing over the room. Logan gave him a nod and a thumbs up to encourage him. The instrumental started to play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LqbV36OhtQ&ab_channel=CalebHyles

Where have you been? Been searching all along Came facing twilight on and on Without a clueWithout a sign Without grasping yet The real question to be asked Where have I been?

The tone always sent chills down Logan’s spine. He often heard him sing, but he could never not be surprised by his talent. He forgot himself, slowly breathing, calmed by the jazzy tone of the song. Forgot himself so much that he didn’t notice the new customer sitting at the bar and calling him for the last few seconds. The barista shook his head and turned, starting his usual pitch… -Sorry for that. What can i… ...only to be met with the amber gaze of a familiar face. The man of this morning. What was his name again ? Janice ? Janelle ? Jamil ? Logan’s eyes became cold and stern again, along with his voice. -..serve you. -Looks like i was right. You’re not as boring as you seem to be. -Do you want to drink something ? I have other clients. The man in the melon hat turned his head left and right with a smirk. He was the only one sitting at the counter. -A Snakebite, if you know how to make it right. Logan raised a surprised eyebrow. It was literally two ingredients. He was clearly mocking him.  Without a word, he took the honey flavored whiskey and lime juice and put them in the shaker with some ice before energetically, well,shaking it and straining it in a shot glass, putting it in front of the snide individual then turning back to look at his friend. -Delightfull isn’t it ? I’ve rarely heard such a sultry and heavenly voice at the same time. -Well, it is Roman. They looked at each other for less than half a second before having their attention taken by the singer. Roman got compliments and flowers thrown at him at the end of his performance, and after some quick talk with fans, he sat down at the bar, sighing happily. -Damn that felt good ! Sooooo~, how are my two favorite boys doing ? Logan seemed surprised and pointed the curious man.

-You know him ?! -Yeah of course you dummy dumb ! I was the one who gave him your cafe’s address ! Ain’t he the loveliest ? -My my, thank you Romie, you’re going to make me blush. His eyes were still on Logan, still mocking him, he could have sworn even seeing this snake of a man quickly stick out his tongue to taunt him. Well. Looks like this was going to be a long night.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Surprise surprise ! You probably realized by now that I was really inspired by the talented Caleb Hyles with his “Beneath the mask” cover for this song. I just love the atmosphere. Hope you lovelies enjoyed this piece of writing ! 

[walnut-kyun]

i. anemone [st. van]

genre: angst

pairing: reader (gender neutral) x geumhyuk

word count: 2.3K

summary: part one of the vav floriology series

[anemones: forsaken; loving someone even after they’ve stopped loving you]

You broke up with Geumhyuk on a Wednesday. It was an idea you had given considerable thought to, but when it came down to the actual occasion it was unplanned and unrehearsed. In a rare moment of resolve, you called him, heart thudding as you secretly hoped he wouldn’t pick up and you could take it as a sign that you could just forget about the whole thing. But he picked up on the first ring, as he always did.

“____!” The smile in his voice is palpable and you briefly wonder if you can just hang up and pretend you drunk-dialed him. “Great timing! I was just about to call you and ask about next Saturday! Wait, can we video-call?”

“No, I look disgusting,” you say, immediately. It’s not a lie, you do look disgusting right now, but he’s seen you at all your worst moments. It’s really because you know if you saw his face, your resolution would crumble like dried flower petals.

“I’m sure you look beautiful like you always do,” he says without a beat. “But it’s okay, we don’t need to video-call. Are you still coming down to Seoul next week? I still feel bad we didn’t get to see each other over spring break, so I was thinking we could go on a date, maybe ride our bikes along Han River and go to that new dog café!”

“I don’t like dogs, Hyuk.”

“Oh, I forgot.” The excitement in his voice dims at the uncharacteristic sharpness of your tone. “Okay, no dog café. Cat café? Wait, I think it got shut down because of health violations. Let’s see, uh, maybe an owl café? My friend recently went there, and he said it-”

“Geumhyuk, we need to break up.”

The words are out before you realize it, and now it’s too late to say you called by mistake, it’s too late to laugh and say you’d love to go to the owl café with him, it’s too late. Everything changes now. The realization is so strange and jarring. Just like with the words, I love you, time comes to a stifling halt, teetering on the edge of the moment before crashing into the future where nothing can ever be the same. You’ll exit the day a different person than the one who entered it, and that’s a little frightening.

There’s a long silence and you check your phone to see if he hung up. He’s still there.

“Geumhyuk?”

You can hear him inhale sharply and clear his throat. “Yeah?”

“You okay?” It’s a useless question, obviously.

“I don’t understand,” he finally whispers. “What… why? Why would you say that?”

You struggle to find a coherent answer. Why? Well, you definitely knew why, having spent countless nights asking yourself the same question. It was natural, you reasoned, for two people to fall out of love, especially when they only got to see each other once or twice a year. Seasons pass, feelings fade. But the words get stuck in your throat as you stammer this to Geumhyuk over the phone. It doesn’t help that he’s begun crying and you know exactly what it looks like since you’ve seen him cry many times. He cried when he failed the college entrance exam, and when he broke his leg, and the first time you said you loved him. You had laughed at him then. You’re so silly, you’d said, wiping his tears with your sleeve. You’re making me feel bad. I promise I’ll never make you cry again. Seasons pass, feelings fade, promises get broken.

“You don’t love me anymore?”

His question breaks your heart and your final remnant of strength. The familiar sting of tears pricks at the corner of your eyes.

“Of course I do, but not in the same way I used to. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes,” he says, in between broken hiccups and loud sniffles, but you know he’s lying. You need to plow on.

“Remember when we used to talk on the phone every night for hours, and never finished our homework? And we used to go on dates every Saturday, and you’d make the five-hour drive to come visit me in Busan, just because you missed me. And we went to hip-hop concerts and we thought we were both going to be doctors and open a clinic together.”

“____, please,” and he sounds exhausted. “We’ve been together for four years. Of course we’re going to change, but we’re still doing fine, aren’t we?”

“I guess, but… we’re so busy with college and we don’t have time for each other. I can’t remember the last time I spent more than a few hours with you, because you’re always doing internships abroad. Our dates always get cancelled because you need to finish a track, or I get called for a last-minute shift at the hospital. We like completely different things and want different things. You want to be a music producer, but I’m still doing pre-med. We’re so different now, and… I feel like neither of us really know each other anymore.”

“Do you really think that?”

“Geumhyuk, I found out that you compose tracks for a K-pop group by accident. You never told me. I didn’t even know you liked music production until that point.”

He’s silent and he knows you’re right. You had both been absent from each other’s lives as your college work became more serious, and he regrets it.

“I’m sorry,” he says after another long pause. “I’m so sorry, ___.”

“Please don’t apologize,” you rush to assure him. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, these things happen to every couple. It’s not your fault.”

“Of course it is!” he snaps. He rarely raises his voice around you, and it scares you every time. “How can you say that? It’s all my fault! I should have… I should have…” You can imagine him raking his hand through his hair in frustration, as is his habit. “If I had treated you better, this wouldn’t be happening!”

“Geumhyuk, no, this has nothing to do with the way you treated-”

“___,” and his voice has become almost desperate as he pleads with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you more, and I cancelled so many dates, but it won’t happen anymore! I promise! Just, don’t do this, please.”

He’s crying again and it hurts to think that this might be the last time you ever talk to him. This isn’t the way you want to remember him. “Hyuk, please. It’s not fair for you or me. I want you to be with someone who has time to give you the love you deserve, and right now, it’s not me. Please understand. I’m also really sorry, but we shouldn’t drag this on anymore. It will only hurt more later.”

Geumhyuk coughs. You wait for him to catch his breath after so much crying. “Okay,” he shakily agrees at last. “Let’s break up. But only because I love you.”

And time, which had been swaying precariously on the precipice of your decision, finally lurched forward and fell into a future where you and Geumhyuk were no longer together.

The next Wednesday, you come home tired and irritated. Everything had gone wrong that day. You had failed your molecular biology midterm (which you thought you’d done great on), left your jacket in the library, and spilled an enzyme solution and had to redo the lab, much to your lab partner’s annoyance. These were common happenings, but you had always had Geumhyuk and his infinite patience to offer you comfort and distraction in the form of cat videos. His absence from your life simply added a tinge of sorrow to the already unpleasant day.

“I’m home!” you announce, kicking your shoes off at the front door and throwing yourself on the sofa next to your roommate.

“You’re back late,” she says, not looking up from her paper.

“Yeah, I broke a vial in the lab and spilled stuff, so I had to stay after to redo it,” you grumble, nestling your head into her thigh. She sighs but doesn’t stop you. She hates how clingy you are, but is probably tolerating it because your freshly single status warrants cautious pity.

“Well, someone left something for you on the doorstep today. I put it on the kitchen table.”

“Really?” You hoist yourself up and stumble into the kitchen. A surprise package sounds like a welcome distraction from the day. But it’s not a package. It’s a large bouquet of red flowers.

“Who’s it from?” your roommate asks, craning her neck to get a look. She flashes you a mischievous smile. “Is it from a secret admirer? So soon?”

“Shut up,” you mumble. A small square of creamy cardstock is attached to the bouquet. To: ___ it reads. There is no mention of the bouquet’s giver, but you immediately know it’s from Geumhyuk. For a moment, the world narrows to a pinpoint where all you can see are the flowers, and there’s a dull ache in your chest from knowing he was here on your doorstep, and you missed him. If you hadn’t spilled the lab solution and had to stay late, would you have been able to catch him? Rationally, you know it would have been a bad idea, but even just seeing his back retreating down the street would have been enough.

“___?” Your roommate’s voice draws you back to the present. “Everything okay? You’ve just been standing there, staring at the floor for like, five minutes.”

“Yeah,” you say, snatching the bouquet off the table. “I need to uh, finish my lab report. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

You place the flowers on your desk and regard them from your bed. You’ve never seen flowers like these before. They’re beautifully red, round-petalled and clustered flatly around a wide, black stigma. You do a quick Google search. They’re not poppies. Trust Geumhyuk to pick the most uncommon kind of flower, you think with a sigh. You take a picture of the bouquet and send it to your mom, who’s always been overly passionate about botany.

A few minutes later your phone chimes with her response: anemones. Anemones? Aren’t those a type of sea creature? Nevertheless, you fill a jar with water and place the flowers in it. That night, you dream of gently swaying ocean plants and Geumhyuk’s face rippling along the waves.

The next Wednesday: two Wednesdays after the break-up. This time you are the one to find the bouquet of anemones on the doorstep. And this time, there’s a note.

“Floriology is a language communicated through flower symbolism,” you read aloud, making your way to the sofa. “Anemones have historically symbolized forsaken love.” You’re stunned by the message and the immaturity of his words. Forsaken love? As if you were simply a crush who had rejected him, and not his former girlfriend of four years. As if he was the only one left with feelings. You scoff and toss the flowers on the coffee table.

Truth be told, though, the pain was beginning to lessen each day. You’d had a lot more time to accept the decision than he had, having thought about it for months prior. By the time you had broken up with him, you were prepared. For Geumhyuk, on the other hand, the break-up was sudden and left him feeling unresolved. You understood, but still. You’d rather do without these kinds of petty reminders of his sadness.

It’s been a month now since you and Geumhyuk broke up. You received two more bouquets of red anemones in the two Wednesdays that passed. Even though you don’t appreciate the message conveyed through the floriology, or whatever he called it, you keep the flowers in water-filled jars around the apartment. Your roommate calls it “whipped aesthetic.”

On the fifth Wednesday, the one-month mark, you come home expecting to find a bouquet of anemones on the doorstep again. You don’t know how long Geumhyuk plans to keep this up, or how he’s financing the purchase and the weekly journeys from Seoul to Busan. You haven’t tried contacting him about the flowers, and he’s refrained from contacting you too.

Today, there’s nothing though. The doorstep is bare, save for the twisted welcome mat your roommate tripped over this morning. That’s good, you chide yourself as a small pang of disappointment settles in your stomach. It means he’s moved on. You remind yourself this throughout the night, but it doesn’t appease the fear that maybe he hates you now and wants to forget everything about you. He probably thinks I’m cold-hearted, you reason. How many weeks can this man send you flowers without you even acknowledging them, before he gives up?

That night your roommate throws your door open without knocking. “I’m so mad at you,” she glowers. She tosses a small bunch of pink azalea on your bed. “I don’t understand. I can’t even get a text back, but you still get flowers from your ex.” She shakes her head. “I’m going to bed.”

You wait for her to close the door before approaching the azaleas. They’re a little wilted and slightly damp. There’s another note attached to the stems, written on the same creamy cardstock.

To: ____. Azaleas are commonly given to loved ones as a request for them to take care of themselves. Some also believe they represent fondness for something you cannot return to. I gave you anemones, one for each year we loved each other, because I was afraid you would forget me. But I know you can never forget me, just like I can never forget you. Thank you a lot for loving me so unconditionally. Live a good life, meet a good person, and do good things. I hope you think of me in small moments of happiness – Hyukkie

Seasons pass, feelings fade. Hearts repair, and time begins to breathe again.

[sunflowerheartwriting]

Dragonic 7

A/N: I’ve rewritten this probs 6 times, that’s why it took so long, sorry about that! I am going to do something for reaching 200+ followers, just don’t know what yet (open to prompt ideas). Thanks for all the love my friends!! :D Don’t forget you can read previous parts on FF.net or AO3. 

After the food tray was dropped off in the kitchen, Levy roamed around the castle with Lily close at her side. Every maid, guard and servant was immediately surprised at the sight of the King’s mighty companion accompanying such a small maid. Levy shrugged off their stares with amusement, as she walked aimlessly back to Gajeel’s room.

Sighing, she let Lily in the room first before closing the door behind her. “Let’s get back to work, Lily,” she smirked pumping herself up. The only thing she had left to do was clean the windows and sweep the veranda. She tried her best to ignore the sight, promising herself that she’ll take a moment to do so when she was done. The bay doors opened up to a veranda with a simple table and two chairs causing Levy to figure out how she was going to reach the highest portion of the windows.

Lily took resident in the sunniest spot near Levy’s feet as she sat back soaking in the view. Her arms sore from stretching them to its limit before finally using a chair to stand on and the table for a better reach.

The sun was starting to set on the back gardens, the flowers and shrubs lined in intricate swirls and curves with a stone walkway welcoming anyone to get lost in the maze of vegetation. There was a line of trees separating the primp and proper backyard to the expanse of dense forest that went as far as the eye could see.

“I wonder what’s beyond those trees?” she huffed standing up, stretching her arms above her head. “But for now, I guess its dinner time.” Lily ears perked up with interest as he lazily stretched with a big yawn.

Rubbing the big cats head, she spoke with a frown, “They never told me what to give you for food, so how do I feed you?”

He purred happily under her scratches before stepping from her grasp. Without warning he jumped on the railing of the veranda and immediately jumped off causing Levy to scream out his name.

Racing to the edge, she looked down to see a smirking cat looking up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Lily, you meanie! You scared me!” She hollered down, getting a sharp mewl and a grin from the big cat. Turning on his heels, he quickly took off into the gardens straight for the forest.

“I guess you catch your own food.” She chuckled dryly shaking her head, heading back into the room.

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“Levy! I’m glad you made it in time for dinner,” Ms. Carrie, welcomed her with a hug, “I thought I was going to have to send Sue get you this time.”

She let herself be led to the table where a few maids and guards were already sitting and talking amongst themselves. “I’m sorry, I lost track of time earlier, but I’ll try to do better next time.”

“No worries, just sit and eat.”

Grabbing the nearest open seat, she sat down next to Sue who shot her smile as she passed a plate filled with meat. She was handed a few plates, adding what she wanted to her own before digging into her meal. She sat their quietly observing the people around her, listening into a few conversations as she ate. A few included her on the conversation, telling her about the latest castle or town’s gossip. The names and past indecencies foreign to her ears.

The guards were the first to leave, and eventually the maids, leaving Levy, Sue and Ms. Carrie alone in the kitchen. The girls helped the old cook clean the dishes as they chatted away about how good the food was and Levy’s first day. Sue gave her some helpful tips and tricks on how to handle her chores as they worked together. Ms. Carrie washing, Levy drying and Sue putting them away.

“Tomorrow will be different though. We took it easy on you since it was your first day, but tomorrow will be different. You clean his room once a week and during the days you don’t do that you tend Lily and him.” Sue commented, putting away a dish.

Nodding her head, Levy wiped a glass dry, “So, I basically follow him around and follow orders.”

“Precisely. I’m surprised you didn’t do that today. Lily is most of the time Gajeel’s shadow but today he stayed with you while you cleaned,” Ms. Carrie smirked with an eyebrow raised.

Picking up another glass to dry, Levy stated, “I’m glad he likes me. Nearly scared me to death when he jumped off the patio,” she shook her head at the memory with a slight laugh.

“Oh yea, I forgot to tell you that he hunts his own meals.” Sue said picking up the dried glass and putting it away. “Gajeel gives him free roam of the castle grounds and the forest behind it. He’s still a wild animal after all.”

“And, speak of the devil.” Ms. Carrie, spoke with a slight laugh watching as said wild animal strode into the kitchen, first rubbing himself on the old cook earning a quick pat to the head. “You here to steal Levy, away from us?”

“Oh! I almost forgot I had to tutor tonight.” Levy jumped, quickly tossing the rag on the counter, stepping quickly towards the waiting feline. “And I have no idea where his office is.”

“You’ll show her the way right, Lily?” Ms. Carrie asked, earning a deep rumble of agreement and another quick pat before she went back to work. “Good boy, now run along Levy. I’m sure the King is waiting for you.”

Lily nudged his head against her leg, motioning for her to start walking. “Alright, lead the way.” She followed his every step, as they weaved through the hallways, her mind trying to memorize the path for tomorrow.  

They walked until they came upon two large dark oak doors, she peered up at their imposing structures peculiarly. “This is his office?” She asked not taking her eyes off the large doors. Lily sat down beside, waiting for her to open the doors.

Pushing them open with as much strength she could muster, Lily slipped in before the door became too much for her. She nearly slipped forward on the polished hardwood floors, stumbling in as she gawked at the sight.

“A Library….” She breathed, heart racing frantically in her chest as her eyes sparkled with delight. A squeal erupted from the small woman as she jumped up and down soaking up every inch of the room.

There were no windows, just one big chandelier hanging from the ceiling with lamps on each table and desk that took over the main floor of the library. The room was shaped like a  stretched out ‘U’ with books lining the walls and a staircase on each side combining to make one long walkway forming a second floor filed with even more books.

“Lily! Why didn’t you tell me this was a library?!” Levy shrieked as she bounced around the different shelves of books. Lily rolled his eyes huffing in amusement at the excitable woman. He sat in the middle of the floor watching the little woman closely, her happiness and energy unwavering as she ran around.

His eyes shot towards the only office in the library that was placed on the left before the start of the staircase. The door opened, with a tall man walking out his eyes shooting first to his cat that sat with a small smirk on his face and then to the woman who jumped from bookcase to bookcase oblivious to the man that stood watching her excitement.

Lily strutted over to his bigger companion, seeing the King’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes shifting back from the blue haired maid to his cat.

Gajeel’s eyes went wide at the question in his old friend’s eyes, knowing him for so long that all they had to do was look into each other eyes to speak.

‘You feel it too, don’t you?’

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lil’.” He grumbled, quickly averting his eyes back to the bouncing maid, hearing the cat let out a humorous huff of air.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he cleared his throat loudly catching her attention. “You done shorty?” He asked, as she spun around facing him with a mortified look on her face.

“I’m so sorry, I-I got too excited. I’ve never seen a library this big with so many books in Dragonic and other foreign languages. It’s beautiful. I didn’t touch anything I swear and I won’t unless I can. But, I shouldn’t because I have a job to do and that job is to serve you.” She spoke so fast, he had a hard time following her as she fidgeted in her spot.

Sighing, he just shook his head, “Let’s just get this done, so I can go to bed.”

“Y-Yes sir.” She agreed, watching him turn around to walk back the way he came. Lily waited for her to catch up before walking in too.

More books covered the walls of the office, with an imposing dark oak desk placed in front of a tall window. Two chairs sat at an angle a foot away from the big desk that was covered in multiple papers. A large sofa, a small table placed on the other end of the office.

Levy stepped onto the luxurious area rug, inhaling the scent of ink, parchment and old leather. “Beautiful.” She spoke softly, slowly taking in the sight.

Taking up one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk, he motioned for Levy to take the other seat beside him. “Shall we start?” Gajeel asked reaching across his desk for a few pieces of paper and the book he was advised to grab before he started his tutoring.

“Alright.” She sighed, taking the seat, “I guess I should ask what words you do know in the common language.” She suggested, accepting the book he handed to her.

Thinking for a few seconds, he stated, “I know some greetings like, hello, goodbye, asshole, cunt, fucker, and bitch.”

“Your Majesty, you do know that some of those words are not greetings?” she spluttered a small grin curling the corner of her mouth.

“For me they are,” he smirked.

“Ha, ha. Real funny.” She deadpanned, earning a deep chuckle from the man beside her. She decided she liked his unique laugh, wanting to hear more of his laughter but telling herself she would have to wait until after the lesson.  

Levy immediately immersed him in the teachings of the language treating him as if he was another one of her little girls from the ‘House of Purity.’ She noticed that he got irritated easily when he didn’t understand something, and that was frequently. But, she used her patience and stern voice to help put him back on track. She watched Gajeel as his attention started to wonder, his irritability growing the longer they talked. So with smile, she closed the book standing up saying, “Alright, I guess that’s enough for tonight.”

“Oh, thank God!” He said slumping with relief in his seat. “I thought this will never end.” He groaned rubbing his eyes until stars appeared behind them.

She giggled, trying to her best to cover her own yawn, quickly hiding it behind the children’s book she was handed earlier. “Where exactly did you get this book?”

“You know the green haired translator, Freed Justine?”

Recalling the man she sat beside while coming here, she nodded her head, “Yes.”

“He left earlier today and before he left he gave me this book, said it will help.” Gajeel stretched his back, before walking back around his desk, plopping down into the plush office chair.

“That was really nice of him.” She commented, looking back down at the book in her hands, “Wish I could’ve said goodbye.”

“No worries, shorty. He’ll most likely be back sooner or later.”

Quirking an eyebrow at the man that shuffled some papers around, she asked, “Are you not going back to your room?”

Without looking up from the documents, he shrugged his shoulders, “No, I have some left over paperwork that needs signing. So Lily, escort her back to her room, please. It’ll be awhile before you know you’re way around here.”

Grabbing the end of her dress she curtsied, “Thank you, your Majesty.” Lily shot his old friend a look before leading Levy out of the office and towards her room.

When he was sure they were gone, Gajeel dropped the pen he was using, sighing heavily as he reclined back in his seat. “I know, but I also don’t know what this feeling is.” He spoke out loud, before getting back to work.

[redwallthoughts]

Unexpected Moments: Happenstance Perfection

This fic was written for the second week of the Redwall Challenge on AO3

Prompt: I actually didn't follow the prompt for this fic but posted a fic I'd already written since I was out of town for that week.

Summary: It didn't happen quite the way he'd planned it, but that was okay. After all, sometimes perfect moments happen when we least expect them

FF.net, AO3, DA

The day was warm, but not uncomfortably so thanks to the soft rain that had started an hour ago. Rain pattered gently on the open kitchen windows before dripping down onto the flowers which grew outside. The scent of flowers and rich wet earth drifted in through the windows to mingle with the rose-scented candle burning on the counter.

Rose hummed a soft tune, one of her own creations by the sound of it, as she danced around the kitchen. Her footpaws made only the slightest sound on the wooden floor as she swayed back and forth. They were supposed to be making a quick lunch, but Martin felt no need to remind his girlfriend of that fact. She deserved the time to relax, he decided, after finishing her last final earlier that day.

The rest of the Voh family was out of the house. Rose's brother, Brome, was at school, and their parents were both at work. On a normal day Martin would also be at work, but Germaine had taken one look at him still staring at the same report page he'd been reviewing two hours prior and shooed him out of the office after making him promise not to return until the next day.

"Earth to Martin, come in Martin." Rose was waving her paw in front of his face, a playful grin on her face.

He returned the smile. "Sorry, I must have zoned out for a moment there."

Rose giggled. "I know. You finished shelling those peas a while ago. Something on your mind?"

Martin glanced down and found that she was right, he had indeed finished shelling the bowl of peas he held in his lap. Standing, he set the bowl on the counter and drew Rose close to him, holding her gently as he nuzzled her hair. He could never say exactly why, but for some reason he had come to love the smell of her shampoo.

"Martin," Rose's voice was gentle, but insistent. She laced her fingers together behind his neck and leaned back until she could look him in the eye. "Is something going on at work? You've been awfully distracted today. You almost forgot when to get off the train."

Martin chuckled. It was true, he probably would have missed his stop altogether if Rose hadn't been waiting for him on the platform. "No Rose, nothing's wrong at the office. I promise. I'm just enjoying the peaceful day."

She hummed contemplatively, pulling herself close again and leaning against his chest. "It is a peaceful day, isn't it? I love listening to the sound of the rain."

"So do I," Martin said, "But I think you may want to listen to your tea kettle right now."

"Oh!" Rose pulled away to take the whistling kettle off the burner.

Martin watched her, a contented smile on his face as he slipped his paws into his pockets. His smile grew softer as he felt the small box he'd been carrying in his front right pocket for the past month. Just one more week, he thought to himself. It was all planned out. Rose's graduation ceremony was next weekend, and Martin had planned a picnic in the woods for the two of them after the ceremony. It was Rose's favorite place, near a beautiful waterfall with a pool at the bottom where they had often gone swimming.

"You're daydreaming again," Rose said, wrapping her arms around his neck again and swaying back and forth in time with the music she'd turned on. The gentle notes were quiet enough that the rain could still be heard outside.

Martin smiled and held her again, swaying with her in a gentle dance. He could smell the mint tea she'd poured for them to drink with lunch, the scent hanging lightly on the air. It really was a perfect afternoon, with the rain and music and scent of flowers and mint tea. He wished the day could last forever.

Rose burst into a fit of giggled as he suddenly swept her up and spun her around. Hugging him tight until he came to a stop and set her back on the ground. She heaved a long sigh into his shoulder, tucking herself up against him again. "I love you, Martin."

Martin planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, suddenly overwhelmed by his love for this beautiful maiden. More than ever, he wanted to see her smile every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her laugh, to hear her sing, to comfort her when she cried. He wanted this moment to last forest, but he also wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. "Could I ask you a question, Rose?" he whispered, his heart suddenly jumping in his chest.

Rose smiled and pulled back. "Of course you can, Martin."

Keeping his eyes fixed on hers lest he should lose his courage, Martin gently clasped her paws in his. He started at her for a long moment, committing her eyes, her hair, everything about her, to memory. Ever so slowly, he knelt down on one knee. "Rose, would you-" The breath caught in his throat, and he saw tears welling in Rose's eyes. "Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he managed to whisper, his voice cracking more than once as he struggled through the words.

Rose said nothing for a moment, just raised a paw to rub her eyes as she nodded wordlessly. She was still crying when she spoke, but Martin was heartened by the smile on her face. "Of course I will, Martin, if you will agree to be my husband."

Martin stood, pulling her to him again as he gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "No other commitment would be given so willingly," he whispered. "I love you, Rose." He waited until her eyes were dried, then pulled the box from his pocket.

Rose laughed aloud, more tears coming to eyes as she asked, "Did you plan all this ahead of time?"

Martin smiled as he slid the ring onto her paw, it was slightly too big, but they could easily get it resized. "No," he told, "I didn't plan any of that. In fact, I was planning to ask next week after you graduated."

Rose giggled through her tears. "Then why didn't you?"

"Because, Rose of Noonvale, if there is one thing that you have taught me, it is that most perfect moments do not happen because we plan them." He entwined his fingers with hers, gazing at the gold band that now decorated it. "I could not let this moment escape, however unexpected it may have been."

Rose giggled as she followed his gaze, turning her paw this way and that so that the band caught the light. "I'm glad you chose now," she whispered.

Martin smiled at her. "Me too, Rose, me too."

[asmilefromthestreets]

A Smile From The Streets; Chapter 31

Song with this chapter:

In Relief - John Frusciante

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“Is everybody ready to go?” Chad asked us whilst I was putting on my jacket. I took a deep breath and nodded. Was I ready to see John again? Absolutely not. But I missed him. Something inside me craves for him. Beats for him. It has been years. How was I supposed to act? What was I supposed to say? Those questions ran through my head like they were on a marathon, and I just let myself get occupied with it. I saw Flea grabbing some of his gifts for John and he placed them nicely in a bag. I saw Anthony walking towards me and wrapping his arm around me, signalling me that everything was going to be alright. 

I closed my eyes and listened to his soothing voice. I felt everything turning around me. It was like we were in another world, in another dimension.

Before I knew, I was running upstairs, into the bathroom. I quickly let myself fall on my knees and rested my hands on the cold toilet seat. I quickly emptied my stomach and felt so dizzy afterwards. My knees were open as well and they stung a lot. I then felt a cold cloth on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Anthony slowly helped me to stand up and I thanked him while he moved some hair out of my face. “It’s okay” he assured me and I nodded. It’s okay. It’s okay.

“Maybe it’s better if you stay home” Anthony then slowly brought up and I immediately shook my head, feeling a little offended by it.

“Are you fucking crazy? I’m better, okay? I need to go” I said and removed the cloth off of me.

“Jesus, calm down. I was just worried” he said as I washed my hands and face. I splashed the cold water into my face and felt my muscles quickly tense up, but afterwards slowly relax.

“I’m okay” I said and dried my face with a towel. Anthony shrugged and walked downstairs. I began thinking that he didn’t want me to see John, but I wasn’t sure if that was the case. 

“Fuck you for cheating on me! Fuck you! This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives! You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned” Anthony shouted while he was only a few inches away from me. “I’m sorry!” I said again, louder this time. “You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good” Anthony said and by that, he left. He got into his car and sped off. I broke down and fell onto my knees, crying loudly. I was bawling my eyes out. I grabbed the pictures of John and me and ripped them apart, one by one, just screaming it out. Nobody was going to hear me anyway.

I sat in the back with Chad’s hand rested on my shoulder. Anthony was driving while Flea was giving him the directions. I had calmed down and realized that the worries weren’t needed. I just needed to see what was going to happen.

“What if he’s bald?” Chad joked as we all grinned. I stared outside of the car window and counted the cars driving by. 

“I hope it’s not that stupid red mohawk hairdo” Anthony laughed and so did I. I somehow thought back then, that it looked really good on him. It was when I first met him. Crazy how time flies.

“Oh, John..” Flea sighed after his fits of laughter and I saw a tear escaping his eye. I smiled weakly. This was going to be very emotional for us- especially for Flea. John was like a brother to him. They told each other things not even I was aware of.

We pulled over and I immediately examined the house. It had a lot of big windows and had beautiful flowers on the porch. I somehow couldn’t move. It was like I was taped to my seat, instead, I was just trapped underneath a seat-belt.

We slowly got out of the car and I took a deep breath. I absolutely didn’t want to come off as nervous. Flea grabbed the gifts for John while Anthony wrapped his arm around me. 

We rang the bell and waited patiently. I then remembered I had a pack of cigarettes in my purse, but before I could grab them, the door opened.

“Welcome! I’m Jane” the woman said after she opened the door. She had light brown hair and green eyes. She had a dimple when she smiled and greeted us all with enthusiasm. 

“Come in, come in” she said after we told her our names.   

“Hi” I said awkwardly while she shook my hand. “You look so pretty!” she complimented me after I took of my jacket. I thanked her and examined her once more. 

We all sat down and I quickly grabbed Anthony’s hand. I felt his eyes on me, so I looked up at him. He slowly removed his hand from me and I tilted my head to look at him directly.

“What?” I mouthed to him but he just ignored me. I then looked at Flea who signed me to sit back again, so I did.

Jane sat down and placed her hands on her lap. She smiled and shook her head,

“This is unreal.. I am so blessed to meet all of you. I can’t wait to get to know you all better”

“Same counts for us, Jane” Chad said smiling and she giggled.

“Would you all like to drink something?”

“Ahhh, a good old beer would be nice” Chad chimed and rubbed his hands together.

“Haha, we don’t drink that here though” Jane then said and turned more serious. We?

“Oh, well.. Water is alright” Flea then said and we shrugged,

“I’d like some water” Anthony confirmed and Jane stood up.

“Good, I’ll be back in a few” she said and then went off. Chad immediately burst out in laughter.

“Chad!” Flea said while poking his side, not looking very happy with Chad’s actions.

“What? I mean, she’s a total babe, but-”

“Chad stop” Anthony said, rolling his eyes. Chad threw his arms up in defense, but eventually let it go. I just kept quiet. I was lost for words, I really had nothing to say. I didn’t know what to think of her or what to say to her.

“Hey Ang, you alright though?” Chad suddenly asked me and I turned my head to face him,

“Yeah sure”

Jane came back and gave us our drinks, except for me.

“Oh shit, sorry, I totally forgot-” she quickly apologized, but I stood up,

“It’s okay, I got this”

I got slightly annoyed, but accidents happen. She pointed where the kitchen was and I thanked her. I walked into the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I grabbed a glass and filled it up. Jane’s voice wasn’t leaving my head. Who was she? What was she doing here? Where’s John?

I quickly gulped the water down and refilled it. I slowly put my glass down and rested my hands on the sink. I suddenly wasn’t feeling well. I looked around me and saw big pictures hanging on the wall. It were paintings, and I knew John had painted them. I smiled, not sure why, but I smiled. I felt a warmth in my body, flowing to my fingertips.

I grabbed the glass again and turned around, but suddenly bumped into someone again. 

“Sorry, uhm.. I didn’t see you” The guy said. I then dropped the glass and it shattered everywhere. I looked up.

“John” I breathed out. He widened his eyes and my breathing got heavier. He had long brown curly hair and a little beard. He still looked very young in the face, but more.. bright. His eyes were beautiful big and round and he had beautiful plump lips.

“Is everything okay here?” Jane asked us, but neither John or I noticed that she had been asking the same question twice. 

“Y-yes honey, just give us a second” John said, his eyes never leaving mines. Honey. So they were a thing.

“How- how are you? I d-didn’t expect you” John said and I gulped,

“G-good, I-”

We both were so lost for words. We knew we had to walk back before it would look weird. I slowly made my way closer to him. Before I knew, he had grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I closed my eyes and we slowly made little movements on the beat of the music only we felt, only we heard. I inhaled his scent and couldn’t help but tear up. Tears were slowly escaping my eyes. I never wanted to move out of this position. I felt the power, the pleasure and the pain. 

“John!” Flea shouted and jumped up as soon as we walked in. He ran towards John and gave him a big hug, even lifting him up a little. John just cracked up and Chad went over to him.

“Look what we got here. Greenie” Chad said and gave him a pat on the back. John blushed as he was overwhelmed with emotions.                                                                                                                                                               “That hairrrrr” Chad giggled as he pointed at John’s long curly brown hair. Anthony stood up as well and John shyly put his hand out for Anthony to shake. “Oh, come here” Anthony said and pulled John into a hug. I looked at Jane who was smiling widely now. So was the rest. I quickly wiped the tears away and smiled too.

Jane slowly made her way over to me and tugged on my arm,

“Want to make dinner together?” she asked and I looked at her, nodding almost instantly. We walked back into the kitchen and I felt John’s eyes glued on me. 

“John has told me a lot about you” Jane said while we were cutting some vegetables. I began cutting the union in smaller pieces, but as soon as that sentence escaped her mouth, I looked at her.

“Oh, did he really?” I questioned, subtle as possible. She nodded and handed me over a little bowl where I put the sliced vegetables in. “Just about the two of you” she smiled and I smiled too.

“He really is great. We got together when he left rehab” she then began talking and I grabbed my knife, clenching it. “That’s great news” I said quickly and began cutting the rest much rougher. 

“He is an amazing guitar player too. He had played me some of his songs. I cried when he did that. One time, he played it and it was like I could feel his soul, you know? It’s very strange”

“Awesome” I said, not really wanting to hear the rest of it. I didn’t want to look or sound annoyed, because Jane really seemed like an honest nice person to me. 

“Fuck!” I hissed as I accidentally cut my finger. Jane quickly went to grab a paper towel and wrapped it around my finger. I thanked her and she told me it wasn’t a big deal.

We all sat at the table, enjoying the amazing lasagna Jane and I made. I didn’t do much though, but she thanked me very much for my help. I then saw her shoving some bread into John’s mouth as she giggled. I bit my lip and dug into my food, not paying attention to the chatter of the rest.

“Excuse me please, Angie, can you come?” Anthony suddenly said as I looked up from staring into the distance. I stood up and followed him. He made sure nobody was paying attention to us and then sighed.

“You’re acting really weird. I mean, I know it’s because of John and all, but try to enjoy it, okay?” He said and I frowned,

“But I am enjoying it. In fact, I’m having a great time, especially when you weren’t talking to me” I said and wanted to walk away, but Anthony quickly grabbed my arm and spun me around. I then felt his lips on mines and I closed my eyes. Anthony’s hand slowly rubbed my thigh and I felt him teasing me so much. I moved my body a little because of all the tingles he was sending me.

“Oh, sorry” we heard and we quickly parted. It was John, carrying some empty plates inside. He quickly continued walking and I stared at him, until Anthony grabbed my head to face him. “Ant-” I started but felt his lips again.

“I need to pee” I said and excused myself from him. I looked back and saw Anthony sitting outside again. I then quickly ran to my purse and grabbed a cigarette. Anthony didn’t know I was still smoking, and it was better if he didn’t. I then went to look for a lighter and cursed as soon as I didn’t find one.

“Want mines?” I heard and turned around. John showed his cigarette too,

“Nothing better than a smoke after dinner, right?” he smiled and I nodded. I put the cigarette in between my lips and he lit it up. I stared him in the eyes whilst he concentrated on my lips. I then inhaled it and blew the smoke out in his face. John then brought his hand up to my face, slowly rubbing my cheek,

“Why didn’t you want to see me, John? When I visited you when you were still in rehab.. Do you know how much that hurt, John? Do you even know how much that actually killed me?”

I then grabbed his hand and slowly put it on my chest, so he could feel it pound. 

“Y-you’re right” John began. I saw him tear up.

We then walked outside and I sat down beside Anthony. This time, he was the one to grab my hand. I smiled at him and he placed a kiss on my forehead.

The rest of the night was filled with music made by John and Flea. Anthony was free-styling a little bit and it put a smile on my face. A lot of emotions was going through me, in this whole room. Everything was so pure. It was all there...

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