#❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday ash!

[world-of-wales]

https://x.com/carcaelin/status/1744808463492898879?s=61&t=BoCfEDTnWWFanvwKiYhzmA

Have you seen this?😅

I DID! I Love them and I love this so much 😄😄😄

[daintyduck99]

You can hear it in the silence / You can feel it on the way home / You can see it with the lights out / You're in love

- You Are In Love, Taylor Swift

Happy Birthday @jmrothwell! 💜❤️

Have a Rulie moodboard based on (what else) a Taylor Swift song 🥰

[oizysian]

Don’t Fight With The Birthday Girl

Summary: It’s Lizzie’s birthday and you have a special surprise for her

Word count: 2k

AN: I wrote this a few years back for Lizzie’s birthday but never posted it here, so here it is! Happy birthday to the loml, Lizard ❤️

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"Elizabeth, your girlfriend's here!" Ashley called out into the crowd of people.

I smirked at the birthday girl's reaction; a blush and a huff as she approached us and pushed her sister - only half jokingly.

"In case you forgot, Ash, I'm married."

Ashley turned to me and rolled her eyes before walking off, presumably to find Mary-Kate and mingle a bit. I looked at the retreating back of her older sister before returning my attention to the woman of the hour.

"You look beautiful, Lizzie." I smiled brightly, taking in her appearance.

She was wearing a black knee length dress with short sleeves, her hair was up in a cute little ponytail and she wore very minimal makeup. She looked ethereal.

"Thanks, Y/N." She smiled, her eyes shining brightly with happiness.

"Did you open your presents yet?" I asked, knowing that I did arrive a little on the late side.

She shook her head and gestured to the table along the back wall lined with gifts. My eyebrows raised in surprise, impressed by the amount of gifts she'd received.

"Wanna open mine first?"

"Should I?" She bit her lip and smiled, looking down at her hands for a second before returning her gaze to my own. "I don't wanna play favorites."

I took a step closer to her, barely brushing my lips against her ear.

"You know I'm your favorite."

I pulled away, watching as she shuddered ever so slightly at the feel of my hot breath on her. With a wink, I walked past her, intending on getting myself a drink and having a good time.

At the drinks table, I met up with the twins who animatedly told me all about their new Spring collection that was coming up. They seemed excited so I couldn't help but be excited for them too. They were both a little tipsy, and handsy - not that I minded because we were all very close. Mary-Kate gave me a nudge and gestured with her head towards someone behind me.

"Looks like someone's a little grumpy."

I looked over my shoulder, spotting the birthday girl with her husband, chatting with some people I didn't know. But Lizzie wasn't paying attention to the conversation - she was staring daggers at us.

I shrugged and returned my attention to the twins, taking a big gulp of my drink.

"I offered to give her her present early." I smirked to myself. "She didn't wanna show favoritism by opening mine and not anyone else's."

"Oh, so that's why she looks like that." Ashley laughed, giving Mary-Kate a knowing look. "She's got a lot of ... built up tension."

I snorted at her words. Elizabeth had tried being so careful to hide her affair from everyone, but the two people she could never lie to were her older sisters. They probably knew about it before she did.

"She missed her chance." I turned back towards her again and gave her a small shrug and only a slight look of pity.

She chose to parade around as the perfect wife instead of getting her gift early.

"You're with us now," Ashley said with a smirk, sliding up to my side. "She'll have to get in line."

I wrapped my arms around both of their shoulders, pulling them close.

"I've never been with twins before." I laughed, and they joined in, all of us enjoying our time together.

I would never hurt Lizzie by sleeping with her sisters. It was all just jokes and I was sure she knew that. A tap on my shoulder got my attention and I released the twins to come face to face with a very unhappy Lizzie.

"Hello there, birthday girl." I smiled at her, finishing off my drink quickly.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She shot a glare at both her sisters before returning her attention to me again. "Alone."

I nodded at her and she grabbed me by the arm, dragging me away. I could hear the snickers from her sisters as we left and I realized they purposely got me in trouble for fun. Oh boy.

I followed behind her as she led me to an upstairs guest room. I was really in for an earful now.

"Elizabeth ..." I started, attempting to explain what she had seen.

She closed and locked the door behind us, stomping over to me angrily.

"What the hell was all that?"

"All what?"

"That!" She spat. "With my sisters!"

"We were just hanging out." I replied simply, shrugging as I sat on the bed. "Plus, you were mingling with Robbie. What did you want me to do with myself?"

"I certainly didn't want you to flirt with my sisters!"

"Elizabeth," I started softly, placing my hands on my knees and leaning towards her slightly. "I'm not fucking your sisters."

She crossed her arms over her chest and I held my hand out to her, which she chose to ignore.

"I'm fucking you."

"And is that all it is to you?"

My hand dropped at her words, confused as to where this was coming from.

"I should be asking you that."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the married one, Elizabeth!" I shouted, standing from the bed. "I've been faithful to you this whole time! I haven't even looked at another woman."

Her eyes softened at my confession. She took a step towards me and took my hands which were clenched at my sides.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly. "I don't want to fight with you on your birthday. I'll just go."

I pulled my hands away from her, swallowing roughly at the hurt expression on her face. Before I could make a move towards the door, she was in front of me, her hands cupping my cheeks.

"Don't." She whispered, her lips pressing against mine in a fevered kiss.

I kissed her back, knowing all this tension and frustration stemmed from the double life she chose to live. I was just as guilty as she was and respected her desire to keep me a secret, but it didn't mean I was always happy about it.

I pressed her up against the door, my hands slipping up her dress as she kissed me sloppily, hungrily, as if she had never tasted my lips before.

"Do you want your present now?" I whispered softly.

She nodded and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, tugging them down around her knees. My hand slipped between her parted legs, two fingers ghosting against her slit teasingly.

She wriggled the rest of the way out of her underwear, kicking them away once she got them down to her ankles so I could access her wetness without struggling.

"So, that's why you're so grumpy." I breathed against her lips, my fingers just barely caressing her clit. "You're so wet."

"I've been wet since you teased me earlier." She squirmed underneath my weight, trying to get my fingers to move. "I hate when you do that."

"That's why I do it." I dipped my fingers into her heat, gathering her wetness on my fingers before pulling away from her.

"What -" She gasped breathlessly as I used my free hand to undo my pants.

She got the hint and helped me free her birthday gift from the confines of my dress pants. My thick, purple cock sprung out at her and she gasped, running her fingers along its length.

"Is this new?"

I nodded, sticking my wet fingers in my mouth and grabbing her hand, guiding her as she stroked it carefully, as if it would break.

"Happy birthday." I removed my fingers and smiled.

"It's too big." She whispered, almost in awe at the size of it.

"You can take it." I let her guide it between her legs, rubbing the tip against her throbbing clit.

She gasped softly, her hands reaching to grab my shoulders, letting me take control of her.

"You're gonna look so pretty with me inside you."

She let out a breathy moan that I swore I could get drunk on, and I gripped at her thighs, trying to pull her up my body. She jumped and wrapped her legs around me, the cock fully pressing into her heat as I grind my hips against hers, drawing loud, needy moans out of her.

"Be quiet, sweetheart," I whispered into her ear as I adjusted the cock between her thighs. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you."

I slipped inside her easily and she threw her head back against the door, crying out at the intrusion. Realizing she was a little too vocal, she took a fistful of my shirt into her mouth, biting down as I slowly inched the rest of the cock into her.

"That's right, baby," I cooed, my hips jerking slightly with the urge to just fuck her like an animal. "Take all of my cock. You're such a good girl."

I heard her let out a pathetic whimper as I began to thrust up into her, the sound of our bodies crashing together deliciously loud in the quiet room.

"H-harder, Y/N." She whined, her teeth still buried in my shirt. For once, I was thankful that she wasn't biting me.

I knew that if I slammed her up against the door someone would hear, so I turned us around and clumsily walked us over to the bed, dropping us down as gently as I possibly could.

She released my shirt and took my hand, placing it over her mouth so I could silence her as I fucked her into oblivion. I pressed her down into the bed and slammed my hips into hers, the sounds of her moans driving me absolutely mad.

"You like when I fuck you like this?" I bent down and whispered in her ear, the disgusting sounds of passion and desire she was making fueling my inner fire.

She squeezed her eyes tight and came, her pathetic, needy moans stifled by my hand as her body tightened and jerked beneath me. I waited until she quieted down to release her, her mouth agape, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

"My beautiful girl." I whispered softly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "You look so pretty when you cum hard for me."

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut at my gentle touch. "More."

"More?" I questioned, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Can you handle more?"

"Mmm, yes." She smiled up at me, rolling her hips into my own.

She bit down on her lip, keeping up the rhythm and I decided it was time for her to take control.

I flipped us over, her small squeal of surprise drawing a small chuckle out of me. She got comfortable on top of me, pressing her hands onto my breasts and lifting her hips to slam down into mine. I groaned at the power behind her thrust, grabbing onto her hips as she fucked herself on me.

"Oh, oh fuck." She moaned, her brow furrowing as her second orgasm built up inside her.

She threw her head back, a silent scream slipping past her lips as she came again, her wetness soaking me and the bed. Oh fuck.

As she came down from her high, she sighed contently, sliding herself off the cock she feared she would be unable to take. Boy, was she wrong. She laid down next to me, her legs dangling off the bed, and I got up, getting down on the ground in front of her and tugging her towards the edge of the bed. I wasn't done with her yet.

"Y/N, I don't know if I can ..."

"Shh," I hushed her softly, my tongue darting out to clean the cum off of her inner thighs. "I need to clean you up."

I heard her slap her hands against her mouth once again as my tongue swirled along her clit, dipping between her folds teasingly as her hips thrust up into my face. I gripped her thighs tightly as I explored her delicious wetness, her legs twitching around my head. I made sure to absolutely devour every inch of her, feasting on her as if she was my last meal, as if I'd never have this chance again.

I heard her squeal from above me and I knew she was close. I slowly inserted two fingers into her, her pussy tightening around me as I fucked her until her body gave in, sending her into her third climax of the night.

As her slick gushed out of her, I eagerly licked it up, doing as I promised and cleaning her up. She writhed on the bed and I placed a kiss on her mound before rising back up and kissing her fully on the lips. She was dazed, her eyes heavy as I let her taste herself on my tongue.

"Happy birthday, my love."

[yamujiburo]

Some cute Jessie and Ash ideas I had after seeing your post about needing short ideas (maybe these could work, idk, I'm bad at judging comic lengths XD)

1. Somewhat early on, but around when Ash accepts Jessie is dating his mum, he asks her what she loves about his mum cuz he's curious - and Jessie just starts rambling about all of her favourite things about Delia, while Ash pretends to be grossed out but is actually loving it (cuz he's happy his mum has someone that loves her to much ❤️)

2. Pikachu gets hurt pretty badly, and like with the Machoke/Machamp situation, Jessie is the first person Ash thinks of coming too (he's also a lil hurt, but Pikachu is his top priority)

3. Later on, maybe Ash sees Dustox during a visit in Sinnoh and calls home about it! And Jessie fucking sobs as she see's the Mon she released to find love, that's happy and has babies and still remembers her >w<

4. Jessie comforting Ash after he has a bad dream? Cuz, like, boy's been through some shit (there's no way that he hasnt been affected by his many near death experiences) and I doubt he wants to put that on his mum, but his 'dad' was there for a lot of it - also, Ash has no choice but to accept Jessie hugs, she refuses to let him just suffer in silence about this

5. Surprise birthday party for Ash!

all super cute ideas!!

[purplephantasia]

Happy Birthday Ashe! You complete girl failure of a woman I adore you ❤️

[theseshipsshallsail]

Happy Birthday, Armie Hammer ❤️ May your day (and car) be filled with love, laughter, and the joy of things to come.

He’s precisely where Armie hoped he would be: perched on the low, circular wall at the centre of Luca’s Renaissance garden. 

Long legs crossed at his Conversed ankles. 

Gimlet eyes closed in obvious contentment. 

A thin halo of cigarette smoke gilding his chestnut curls. 

Just like always, the gently sloping lawn masks his unhurried approach, but Tim’s smiling all the same when he brushes aside the tumbling wisteria; turning his face towards him as if fully expecting he’d seek him out. 

As if his company is a given.

Because here they are - two days shy of wrapping their Italian idyll - and they both know that it is.

“I thought you’d quit?” Armie teases, scooping up the familiar carton of Marlboro Golds.

A joint resolution, to be fair, but Tim merely shrugs as he takes another drag: arching his spine in a decadent stretch. “What is it they say?” he murmurs, gesturing for him to sit. “The road to hell is paved with drunk intentions?”

Armie scoffs. “Something like that, yeah.”

They’ve each made an effort to curb the tongue-loosening vino , too.

Nevertheless, he’s so close there’s barely a sliver of breeze between them, and the next time Tim lifts that slender hand he snags his arm mid-movement: autopilot fingers forming a pinion bracelet over the thin blue veins at his wrist. 

The thrum of anticipation is immediate: a subtle, head-to-toe tension born from the effort of staying still. Armie leans in - Tim’s body an extension of his own - and angling the filter he commits the slide of bone and tendon to memory: thoroughly enraptured by the staccato drumbeat beneath his sweeping thumb. 

Self-preservation falls by the wayside, and with no further thought he slots the pilfered cigarette between his waiting lips, relishing the shallow dip in the orange paper from the other man’s teeth: the enticing hint of surrogate dampness as he breathes in deep, invoking the acrid sting at the back of his throat.

“Careful, Hammer…” Tim says softly, fumbling a China demitasse from the ledge of an ornate water feature to ash the smouldering tip. “Just ‘cause you’ve ditched the Giorgio Armani, don't make it any safer to play with fire.” 

His words hold an insight that can’t be dismissed, and Armie exhales slowly; a fresh wreath of silvery-grey blooming like the courtyard’s fragrant azaleas as he tempers his awkward grip. “The last thing I’d want is to see you get burned.” 

“No,” Tim mutters, insouciance personified. “With that martyr complex your sporting, you’d set yourself alight before the flame dared touch me.” 

As accusations go, it’s terrifyingly honest. 

“Some habits die hard, you little asshole.”

“Some habits need to,” Tim counters, discarding the butt in the dregs of his espresso as the rumbling crunch of tyres on gravel issues from the nearby driveway. 

It’s a powerful magic: the element of suspense. Especially when paired with such raw inevitability. There’s so much more Armie longs to tell him - promises and declarations he’s not quite ready to voice - yet braced for the Hollywood falsehoods ahead he settles into the liminal silence: cradling Tim’s hand under the burnished kiss of dawn.

[livingfictional]

Hiii!!! I just read through some of your match up posts and thought it‘d be AWESOME to request one as well! for the fandom, I‘d love to request call of duty since I‘ve been OBSESSED with it for soo long and have played most games 🙌

Starting off with some basics about me, my name is ash, I am 20 years old and live in germany! my ancestry contains tons and tons of german and a bit of french (4% french). I speak english, german, french and am currently learning russian! (🇬🇧/🇺🇸🇩🇪🇫🇷🇷🇺)

I have short dirty blonde hair that goes up to my shoulders, I cut it short 2 years ago… it‘s wavy and aaaallmost curly but not quite (2C hair)! I have a rather pale and small frame, I weigh not much over 50kg and am 6 feet tall!! yes.. very tall haha

My personality type is INTJ and I‘m often described as funny, a bit mean and overall quiet. I‘m very sarcastic and I love teasing people. Sometimes I just completely zone out of conversations and talk about the opposite thing.. 😭

I LOVE and adore cats with all my heart, I love me a good cup of tea, hiking and of course.. my bed! I love having deep conversations with my close friends about just so many various topics, it‘s always fun! I love the winter because the cold helps me sleep easier and it‘s so much more comfortable than any other season. <- I also love comfy cottages.. specifically in snowy mountains lol… One of my big goals and likes in life is travelling the world! I‘d love to visit many countries and just.. well, explore!!

On the other hand, I do NOT like spiders or bugs of any kind.. I‘m sorry.. 😭😓 I really don‘t like the heat because I have low iron issues and I just get.. woozy. Being around new people is a DRAG and I always feel a bit.. awkward. I‘d like to add that I‘m autistic and have problems expressing what I want at times which is a struggle in restaurants so I usually just beg on my hands and knees (not literally) for my friends to order for me.

My love language is physical touch and gift giving! I love handing people little trinkets I found or bought for them. I‘m very very touchy and I just harass people with hugs (affectionately). I love me a good cuddle, who doesn‘t?

I *LOVE* receiving gifts back because it just makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside and it makes me very happy.. which is why i thoroughly enjoy the gifts given to me on my birthday.

I don‘t really know what else to say but I hope my short description of myself helps you find a match hahaha GOOD LUCK!! 🙌❤️

I match you up with... Gaz!

Man can and WILL order for you and speak up for you, if you feel uncomfortable. No need to even ask, just give him the look.

Based on what you've told me about yourself, I like to think you guys would be quite a good couple.

Hugs. All the time. Side hugs, from behind, around your waist, your shoulders, using you as a blanket. All. The. Time.

You two have a similar sense of humor, constantly teasing each other. Obviously, he will make sure you know it's all jokes.

Pretty boy is a great listener, learns your love languages early in the relationship.

Gaz makes sure that you feel loved and appreciated. He knows he can't be there with you all the time, but he will make up for it in other ways.

Ordering your favorite food for you, the random beautiful bouquet of flowers on your doorstep? Yup, also him.

[vendetta-if]

it’s my birthday tomorrow and i was wondering abt what the ros would do if they were celebrating your birthday with u as a couple 🥰 also i adore ur book ❤️

Happy birthday, anon 🥳 🎉 🎂 Hope you have an awesome birthday this year! ❤️ And thank you for the kind words.

As for your question:

Ash

Would make sure to clear out the day beforehand since they want to dedicate it fully to spend time with MC. Would be up to whatever MC wants to do—it is their birthday after all. Just take their hands in yours and take them wherever you want.

If your MC doesn’t really have a plan too, then Ash will suggest just going to places both they and MC love to go to when they were kids 🥺 Wanna go to the comic store, MC? And then we can get some ice cream together like we used to. After that, we can maybe go to the arcades or the movies…

Rin

Rin would have created a detailed itinerary plan days before MC’s birthday. What’s that? The mayor wants to meet at that day? Well, tell him that they’re going to be busy and to reschedule the meeting.

Would be willing to go with MC to places they usually won’t go to just to accompany MC 🤭 They’ll also make a dinner reservation at the finest and most exclusive restaurant in the city and if they’re not busy, they would love to bake MC a birthday cake themself. If they’re busy, then they would make sure to buy the highest quality cake 🎂

Santana

If they know that they’ll have a shift on MC’s birthday, then they would totally take an off day; they just want to spend the whole day with MC and not worry about work.

Would totally try to bake a birthday cake for MC because they think homemade stuff like that would be more meaningful for MC than some expensive cake MC could’ve bought themself. Plus, they’ll be able to personalize the cake too and try to make it to MC’s tastes.

Would be up to do anything with MC, even if MC just wants to spend the whole day relaxing at home. If so, maybe they’ll be able to whip up a romantic dinner as well.

Skylar

Skylar would be brimming with enthusiasm as MC’s birthday gets nearer. Would probably try to throw a surprise birthday party (which often ends up being not too surprising because they’ll be grinning a lot and just acting sus days before it happens 😂).

If your MC also likes the outdoors and nature, then they’ll be more than happy to go on a camping trip with MC and the two of them can celebrate MC’s birthday just by themselves, surrounded by calming nature and under the stars. If not, then they’ll be up to do anything fun with MC in the city.

One time, they tried to bake some simple muffins for MC’s birthday because they seemed a bit simpler than baking a whole ass cake. Unfortunately, they suck at cooking and baking, so the muffins ended up so hard, it could’ve been used as a blunt weapon probably 💀

[ashstfu]

happy fucking birthday ash ❤️ i’ll never forget the first time i saw you at that dinner party!! i was in complete awe. you walked in like you owned the world and honestly you kinda do. knowing you in real life is such an honor—you’re as rare as they come. keep being the absolute icon that you are. love you endlessly and see you soon! xx

thanku angel! your words mean the world, feeling all the love today! can’t wait to see you soon <3 mwah

[sanctuary1988]

~ The Heart Of The Poet |10| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, angst, feelings of [loss, grief, mourning], mentions of character dead, attending a funeral, TENSION, subtle signs of depression, the Chief Counselor is an ass (we all hate him tbh), melancholy, crying, more angst, sad poetry, feelings of yearning and hidden compassion, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: Happy Birthday to our dear Soo Hyuk! ❤️ I wanted to post this right on his birthday and it's finished! Darlings, we are already at an important point of the story and we'll start seeing some more development on Gwi and Flower's relationship! 🙈

Tagging @my-day6 and @yumisventingmachine who likes my poems for this story. Thank you darlings for your lovely comments that have made me write like a freak, lmao. And to everyone who's silently reading, I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

*A/N: There's a poem I wrote for this story that you'll find in this chapter, I do not allow for it to be used in any other media or to be reposted/translated.

Rain was falling from the skies, as if they were grieving alongside you. You could hear the soft patter of rain against the ground above as you sat in your room, your eyes that had once been filled with warmth and love were now empty, void of any emotions whatsoever. Not even sadness lingered in your (e/c) gaze. 

You stared at the letter Gwi had given you. He said your mother had written it yet you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Reading it would mean closure to her death. That you accepted the fact that she was gone from this world. But you couldn’t wrap your head around that idea. It made your heart clench and tears to sting your eyes with the pearls of sadness that rolled down your cheeks in silent mourning. 

A sudden presence made you blink as you looked up only to find Gwi walking towards you with slow steps that matched your heartbeat. Your eyes locked with his and he missed the warmth that once lived in those eyes he loved to look at. He now saw a shell of the woman that had lived with him in his palace for the last months. He could no longer see you as the light in his dark life for you were now drowning in the shadows of grief as well. 

“It’s time, petal.”

He said. His voice sounded deeper than usual, or maybe you had been in silence for too long. Without a word, you stood up. Your black hanbok trailed behind you as you walked with monotonous steps towards him. But you didn’t stop by his side, you walked past him and down the hallway that led to your bedroom. 

Gwi closed his eyes as he got a taste of your scent that lingered in the air for a second too long before he walked behind you. Slowing down his own pace so as to not rush you. To not disturb the little peace you were having in that moment. 

It had been three days since the news of your mother’s death reached you. Three days since the vampire lord has seen you in mourning. Three days that felt so empty to your once rich soul. 

He had not seen you cry after that fateful day. You withdrew yourself, living in the confinements of your room, drowning in your own sadness. He followed you in silence, his own robes trailing behind him as he walked slower than his usual pace. Your hair cascaded down your back, not even a hairpin decorated your beautiful locks. You walked in silence, like a ghost of dried tears. 

You stepped out of the underground palace and walked up the stairs that led to such sanctuary. He walked next to you, holding an umbrella over your figure. The rain mirrored your sadness as it patterned over the stone floors of the royal palace. You were going to your mother’s funeral. The last farewell to a noble lady that was married to a powerful court member. Your father was going to be there but you didn’t seem to grasp that thought as tightly as Gwi thought you would. 

He guided you through your darkness. A lighthouse in the thunderstorm. The moon in a dense night. A flame in the sea of tears you were drowning in. He walked with you, by you and told you where to go. He held you, protected you and cared for your safety. Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak of your gratitude towards him. Not now, at least. For your soul was lost in a myriad of memories long lost, stolen by fate and crumbled by death. 

The room was filled with people you didn’t know. The rain could still be heard outside. You walked, the court members and their wives parted as you walked with your head held high and your spirit shattered. Your eyes held no emotion but your hands shook with the depths of your grief. At the very end of the room, your mother’s casket rested while flowers surrounded her final resting place. 

You came face to face with your father, your eyes met his but despite the inner turmoil in your heart, you couldn’t bear to see him with his nearly bored expression. 

“You shouldn’t be here, (y/n).”

He spoke, words being hissed out at you almost afraid of others hearing him. Gwi’s grip tightened around the umbrella, the tension in the air palpable. His words lingered in the air like a toxic fog, poisonous to your wounded heart. Your father’s indifference was a stark contrast to the sorrow that enveloped you. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your tears, he didn’t deserve them. 

So your eyes narrowed ever so subtly, straightening up your back as you looked at the imposing figure of your father while his own gaze despised your presence.

“I have every right to be here, just like you. She was my mother.”

Silence stretched between you both. A flicker of something- frustration, discomfort- crossed his features. But it was gone as fast as it came and he stepped aside, allowing you to pass wordlessly.

Gwi followed you, admiring your strength in this moment of vulnerability. He could feel your father’s gaze on him. Criticising his presence, judging his sudden compassion. But he didn’t care. He’d deal with him later. But now, all that matters is you. All that he cared about was for you to find some sort of closure. Even when he was to blame for your immense heartache

As you approached the casket and the ceremonial table, you knelt down. The scent of the flower was almost overwhelming. Your fingers brushed one of the white lilies as tears clouded your vision but you fought to keep them at bay. You paid your mother the respect she deserved, bowing down at her time and time again. 

The vampire lord stood at a respectful distance away, his eyes never leaving you. His hands itched to reach out, to hold you, to tell you it was okay to grieve and cry. But there were so many people in the room, there were so many things that were crossing your mind in that moment and he knew this was a journey you had to take on your own terms. So he simply watched over you, like a silent guardian. Ready to catch you if you were to fall. 

The ceremony continued but your mind was elsewhere. He allowed you to visit your mother for the last time, as if that would repent him for keeping you away from her. He accompanied you, knowing that in your silence you craved for someone to rely on. You knelt next to the casket, feeling a lump grow in your throat with every passing second. Your hands fisted the fabric of your black dress as you did your best to contain your emotions that threatened to spill over without mercy. 

Gwi stood by your side, his eyes void of any emotion as he looked around the room filled with hypocrites that wished to get into the Chief Counselor’s good side. He watched over you like a feral wolf protecting his one and only rose. You suddenly stood up and the movement made him look down at you. 

“Take me away from here. I can’t bear it any longer.”

Your eyes were filled with tears, pleading up to him to take you out of this sea of sadness you were drowning in. If only he could take your pain away, he would. Gwi didn’t say anything, he simply grabbed your hand before he was taking you out of the room. Completely ignoring the whispers and gossip from the people, he didn’t even bother in telling them to shut up. His mind was clouded with the sole need to take you away from such a place of pain and heartbreak. 

The rain hadn’t stopped, the journey back to the underground palace was shrouded in silence, the only sound being the soft patter of rain against the paper umbrella Gwi held above your head, keeping you both dry from the harsh drops that fell from the sky yet you barely noticed the path beneath your feet, your mind was consumed by a thick fog of grief. 

You were in your room staring at the magnificent cherry tree. The letter your mother wrote to you rested on your desk as if it were mocking you. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, blink the tears back and bury your emotions just like Gwi did but your heart was softer and the pain was cruller. 

“You need to eat, flower.”

He spoke, his voice deep and reaching you in waves that only made you sigh to yourself. You didn’t answer him, you didn’t even move and an eerie silence filled the bedroom. That was until you spoke words laced with a poison you weren’t aware of. 

“Why did you keep me here?”

Whispers of your pain. That was what you spoke. Whispers of a broken heart. You looked up at Gwi with tears threatening to roll down your cheek and the sole sight of your pain, so raw and palpable, pulled at his heartstrings. 

“Do you blame me?”

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at him. Waiting for an answer to the question he had voiced out. Feeling a tightness grip your heart with harsh claws that make you want to scream out your pain. Never had you experienced such an amount of pain in your life. And the worst part was that there was no cure for your suffering. You had lost someone you loved and there’s no medicine for a broken heart. 

“If you hadn’t stopped me from seeing her, I would have been able to spend some time with her.”

Gwi understood your words were said from the deep hollow of your wounded heart. Yet that didn’t mean your words did not hurt him as well. 

“You don’t know that, petal.”

You only closed your eyes, your hands balled the fabric of your dress as you fought with all your might the tears that wanted to spill. The pain that wanted to break you and the soul that wanted to escape this harsh reality. 

“My Lord… please. I-I need to be alone…. Please…”

His heart clenched at the sound of your broken plea. So vulnerable. So fragile. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. What was there to say anyway? Gwi left. Just like before he left you alone in your darkness but this time, it had been a product of your own desire. 

You sobbed the moment you were alone. Curling yourself in your bed as your bitter tears soaked the soft fabric beneath you. You bit your lip, trying to contain your wails and sobs but even as Gwi paced in the throne room he was able to hear your heart-wrenching whimpers. 

After some time, your sounds of pain faded into the shadows of the underground palace and the vampire lord found himself walking back to your room. His steps filled with a desperate need to be with you, even when your desire was to be alone. Even when you closed in and on yourself, he had to see you. 

He knew he was going against your wishes but for a moment, a fleeting fragment of time, he could no longer ignore the screams of his frozen heart. Gwi entered your room and noticed you had fallen asleep. His steps were silent as he approached you. Your fresh tear-stained cheeks, a testament of the depth of your pain, made him want to take your sadness away.

He knelt by your side, watching over you in the quiet of the room while his thoughts were nothing but a tumult of regret and helplessness. The vampire lord had lived through centuries of human suffering yet it was your pain that cut him differently, like anything he had ever witnessed before. 

Gwi’s eyes softened with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel- vulnerability. For his hand extended as if to wipe your liquid grief only for it to retract at the last second. He fisted it by his side before leaving your room, his heart in turmoil at the sight of your pain. At the beauty of your heartbreak that tore at his very own soul, a soul that was clearly not dead as he once claimed it to be. 

Days passed in a blur of darkness and silence. You barely ate, barely slept as the hours blended between dreams and reality combined into an endless night. One afternoon, Gwi entered your room to get you to eat something. You were growing weaker with each day you spent drowning in your grief and he couldn’t bear to see you like this. You were his precious petal but his sweet flower was withering away. 

The vampire lord grew surprised when he did not see you laying on your bed, instead you were reading a book as you sat under the cherry blossom tree, your back resting on the tree trunk as you turned a page and your eyes danced over the written words that took you out of your cruel reality. 

“What are you reading, sweet flower?”

You looked up only to find him already walking towards you. Once he stood next to you, you answered with tired eyes and a voice slightly hoarse with disuse. 

“Just a book of poetry.”

Was your answer. You grew surprised when Gwi sat down next to you, the petals from the tree fell slowly around you and you got lost in him as he looked down at you until his gaze landed on the book on your lap. His eyes narrowed slightly as he recognised the worn leather cover and the handwriting on the pages was strangely familiar. He gently took the book from your hands, you didn’t protest and watched him as he examined the book. 

“I told you not to read sad stories.”

He spoke after a minute or two, his tone laced with gentleness yet there was a hint of reprimand in his voice. 

“They are oddly comforting.” 

Your words carried no other emotion other than a deep melancholy. Your eyes got lost in the distance as your murmured words left your lips. Gwi sighed, closing the book before he spoke once more. 

“These poems were written during a really difficult time for the author. They are sad, petal. I don’t want you to be sad because of this book.”

You sighed, looking up at Gwi as he gazed at the closed book in his hands with storms swirling in his dark eyes that from time to time, you could swear held a tint of crimson within them. 

“How do you know? Have you read it, My Lord?”

He looked at you now, his eyes fixing on your lips for a split second before they returned to gaze at your dulled-out (e/c) eyes. 

“I wrote it, flower of mine.”

You grew surprised at his sudden confession. You didn’t think he could be the author of such dark poems that held so much longing for something you couldn’t understand. 

“They are beautiful.”

You weren’t sure what you saw flashing in his eyes after you spoke your true heart to him. Those poems, that book had made you feel understood in your grief, the words described your sorrow and for once you felt seen while being in darkness. He could sense the genuineness in your words and his eyes softened as he glanced at you. 

“Not all of them were sad, though. The last one was my favourite.”

He tilted his head to the side, a soft gesture that made butterflies swarm in your stomach. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and you found yourself trapped in his gaze almost as if he had hypnotised you. Perhaps he had for you couldn’t look away from his mysterious eyes that held so many depths and secrets you were curious to find out. 

You wrapped your arms around your knees as they were pressed against your chest, you rested your cheek on top of them, never breaking eye contact with the vampire lord who sat next to you. 

“Can you read it for me, My Lord?”

How could he deny you? Your request was whispered to the air, only for him to hear. You didn’t know but his heart swelled with something he couldn’t name at the intensity of your eyes as you looked at him as if he held your whole world. His eyes held such tenderness you could have melted right then and there. There was an air of melancholy and silent understanding between you both. Gwi picked up the book once more, his large hand going through the pages of his own pain and sorrow that were written down from centuries ago. 

With a gentle breath, he began to read, his voice a low, soothing murmur that enveloped you like a warm embrace. 

The face of sorrow is mine to bear. 

A life I lost, a dead fate. 

But a gift fell from the heavens. 

A hope born from the embers. 

A life, like a flower. 

A tear, like rain. 

History of power, 

Mistress of pain. 

To cherish life is to welcome death. 

Sing the song of a thousand angels. 

Let my sins live with every breath. 

And let my darkness guide my trembling steps. 

For every tear a rose is born, 

With roots of blood I cannot control. 

A dance of love

and a story that was never told.

You smiled as he finished reading. He closed the book and set it aside as he looked at you with curious eyes. A moment of silence passed between you both that neither wished to break as the words hung in the air, a live testament of life’s old fate. 

“You have such a beautiful talent with words, My Lord.”

He let out a breath, almost scoffing at your words in a playful way as he leaned back on the trunk of the tree before his hand twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers. 

“You weren’t meant to read those poems, petal, but I’m glad you liked them.”

You hummed to yourself. Feeling a peace settle in your mind and body as you relaxed in his presence. Your eyes closed and you sighed to yourself as the soft aroma of the petals around you filled your senses and calmed your racing thoughts. 

“Maybe you should write more often. They are truly beautiful.”

“We’ll see, flower, we’ll see.”

Your mind began to get foggy as the exhaustion of your grief caught up to you as you began to slip into the land of dreams. Gwi adjusted you in his hold, making sure you were comfortable as he stared into the vastness of the bedroom. You leaned against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you slept after days of constant mourning and tiredness of the mind. 

The vampire lord couldn’t help but look down at you. Taking in your beauty, your trust in him and the magnificent truth of your innocent soul when it came to the heart of the poet. His eyes were soft and tender as he looked at you, your expression serene in slumber compared to the turmoil you had been through in the last days. His fingers caressed your cheek ever so delicately, his touch like a whisper on a winter night as it ghosted your skin. 

The soft glow of the candlelight casted gentle shadows across the room, illuminating the fragile features of your face that held a beauty like no other. Gwi could feel the steady rhythm of your breath against his side, a soothing cadence that lulled his own restless mind. 

He knew your sorrow wouldn’t go away with a simple poem but his protectiveness over you grew with each passing second. You were more to him than a servant, than a lady that was willingly spending her life by his side. You were his flower. His precious petal. A beautiful flower in a garden of dead roses. 

You are my soul, in faith, my prayer,

You are my kingdom, and my world;

You are my peace, my bosom's love,

You are my spring, my joy, my song.

May/31/2024

A/N: Thoughts? O.O

My inbox is open, darlings! Or feel free to leave a comment! I'd love to hear your thoughts and inputs for the story! Take care, everyone 🫶

~ Masterpost

*The last four sentences are not mine, darlings. They are part of a poem from centuries old written during the Ottoman Dynasty from Sultan Suleyman to his wife, Hürrem Sultan. I do not own it, I simply loved it and wanted to include it here!

[daintyduck99]

I heard your song the other day / And it put a smile on my face when I started reminiscing / I've been on the edge of calling you / And I'm so glad I decided to

- Thinkin' Bout You, Dustin Lynch feat. Lauren Alaina

Happy Birthday @invisibleraven! 🥰 Here's a Rulie moodboard inspired by a cute country song 🤠 Have a great day, dear ❤️

[stylespresleyhearted]

For Mccall (@blainesebastian ) the birthday angel today. ❤️🥳🎊💗 adore you dearly!

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enews Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather to celebrate the birth of this lovely gal! She first came into our lives after she began publicly dating Austin in 2020 during the filming of Elvis. Since then she has made her way to the hearts of America through her amazing story telling and kindness. Click the link in our bio for a throwback of our love story with the Pisces Queen

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jillian.mua QUEEN SHE IS 💗🎊 DAS MY BESTIE

coffeegirl you’re ridiculous and I love you 😘 loads of thanks to everyone at E!

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jillian.mua when people ask why elvis set will always be my favorite it is because it’s where I met my bestest friend. thank you for being as weird as me and always having a smile on your face 🎊🥳 and also, much love for cooking up luc for me i adore that child. love ya birthday girl!!! (drinks tonite?)

austinbutler You do know Luci isn’t yours right?

jillian.mua get out of my comment section

bazluhrmann I not only take credit for Austin and her, I take credit for this duo too. Happy birthday beautiful girl!

catherinemartindesigns Darling, you literally had nothing to do with it. 🙄

oliviadejonge happy birthday babe @coffeegirl! when’s our girls night?! 🌹 🎉

florencepugh two pretty best friends 🥰

chrisevans happiest of birthdays to the best leader a cast and crew could ask for 💙🎊

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abutlernews she’s so famous and loved now 😭 a chris evans birthday shout out!

chrislover12 why didn’t chris post that other picture huh … we all know what picture

austinelvisfan austin it’s your competition again

sydneystan her and austin are literally happily in love and have luci i’m sure austin trusts her

ccgupdates no drama on her birthday please! happy birthday to my comfort person!

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iamsebastianstan Fun Fact: she was our coffee girl first (sorry @austinbutler) way back when and now it is a delight to witness her dreams coming true! Happy birthday to you 🎂

dannylewis who the hell doesn’t love her?! she’s so popular !

ccgupdates WE STAY WINNING CCG NATION!!

coffeegirl I seem to remember you always needing Advil and water in the mornings not coffee …. Thank you Seb!!!

daisyedgarjones Happy birthday beautiful! 💗

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livwholikestv happy birthday lovely girl! have a special day, hope @austinbutler is spoiling you rotten 🎂💗

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stylespresleyhearted my favorite duo ❤️

ccgupdates these girls have the loveliest friendship 🥺 liv is always so supportive!

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anthonymackie The Big Homie and the best leader on set! Happy birthday ❤️

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chrisevans But we all know I was the favorite

tomholland Happy birthday to you !!! 🎁🎉

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stylespresleyhearted happy birthday to the kindest friend a girl could have! stay gorgeous, the world is lucky to have ya 💗🎉

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austinbutler Happy birthday to the best mother, the best wife, my best friend, and my favorite person all rolled into one. Me and Luc are lucky to have you. ❤️

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austinnews OMG HE BEOKE THE INTERNET!!

weloveluci HE IS SO IN LOVE AND HE SHARED A PICTURE OF LUCI !!!

tomhardy Happy birthday from the Hardy family love !

zendaya Happy birthday gorgeous girl 🎊😌

tchalamet I ship it so hard

ashleybee I always wanted a sister and then you came along 💗🎊 can’t wait to celebrate with you! And tell Luci her favorite auntie Ash is en route !

coffeegirl Thank you 😭 you’re the best sister anyone could hope for! Oh gosh commence Luci refusing to sleep until you land

austinbutler For the sake of sleep lets not inform lil dino until Ash arrives

jillian.mua love on her endlessly and spoil her rotten Butler she deserves nothing less

austinbutler Today and everyday.

coffeegirl You big sap. I love you so much.

ashleytisdale Happy birthday tenth removed cousin in law! ❤️ The French family loves you, so grateful you came into my best friend’s life!

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ccgupdates from @stylespresleyhearted instagram story 😭 looks like she and @livwholikestv planned a surprised party while @austinbutler distracted her with a dinner date. (HD photos to come.) I love this group so much !

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elvis4ever did you see jillian’s story?! luci blew out her mommy’s candles 😭

burninlove13 did you watch Ashley’s story first? Austin told Luci “those are for mommy baby” and she said “no thank you” 😭 her famous catch phrase

austinelvisfan was it our birthday today? we were fed

presleyupdates On top of making me love Elvis, Austin also made me fall in love with him, his wife, his child, and their entire friend group. I wish I was in their life so bad.

sharonbleu I pretend I know them. It gives me comfort.

As it was stated in the beginning, HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST BIRTHDAYS TO THE CREATOR OF OUR BELOVED CCG UNIVERSE, THE KINDEST SOUL, MY WELCOME COMMITTEE TO THE AUSTIN FANDOM, I FEEL LUCKY TO CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND EVEN IF ITS ONLY ONLINE ❤️🎊🎂🎉 You are extremely talented (as if you don’t know already) and bless us with greatness, I can never thank you enough for always replying to my messages and letting me fan girl hard over your writing pieces without a single complaint. You’re an amazing person Mccall and I hope you stick with us (as in this Austin fandom) for a long time because I’d be lost without you. My only regret is that I couldn’t make this post longer, I’m only allowed ten pictures per post. Also a huge thank you and shout to @livwholikestv who never shies away from sharing her ccg love and who allowed me to use her to send you a little birthday message. I love you, appreciate you, may 32 be even better 🥳

[nicoliharu]

NICOLIIII HOPEFULLY I AINT LATE!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY <333 wasn’t sure what kind of direction to go in for an actual piece so I hope it’s okie I settled w chibis 🫶

🙏 it’s been an honor to be moots w you and I hope you have a good one!!! HBD YET AGAIN <2

WHA-...WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT... W A I T ASH WHAT IS THIS???????? EXCUSE ME I'M JUST-@0T6859~4´TO4T4RT]E4T´4O3T´4P-3OT[-35OW[GR5KI[´-KI4OYW45ÓY045IYKEROW4JPRJPTJ[45-H9OT4-HI-5HI9[46PIH49HI[49IH´-4HI[-469IH[69HI[69HI[6-9IW´-W05IHK´HO ERRORERRORNICOLIERROREXE1106 😳‼️⁉️💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

No, no, no! Let me correct you, it's an honor for me that we are moots, you have an extremely contagious energy when it comes to anything, including your ship! You taught me without knowing much about Ace and I started to admire him despite wanting to throw him out the window sometimes!!!😂🤣❤️ But I love your art, regardless of how you do (in a spontaneous way 😭💗), and seeing my precious ship TWICE IN THE SAME YEAR IN YOUR STYLE IS A GIANT HONOR!!!! I CAN'T THANK YOU AND FIND WORDS BUT KNOW I'M CRYING 🥺😭😤💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 HOW COULD I THANK YOU ENOUGH, MY GOD?????? 😭💗💗💗

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in addition to today being valentine's day and ash wednesday, i'd like to formally wish a happy 112th birthday to the us state of arizona. we love you girl ❤️🏜️

[autisticarachnid]

drew one of my absolute favorite people on earth for their birthday. happy birthday ash ❤️❤️

[saltpepperbeard]

Happy birthday!!! 💋❤️💜💙💚💛🧡❤️💖💋

takes all your lovely rainbow hearts/colors and just:

THANK YOU SO MUCH, ASH DARLING 💜💜💜