#*frolics amongst the flowers with you*

[basketobread]

Ypure one of my fav bg3 artists if not my all timer but youre a year younger than me and its fuckin me up... im so decrepit and old

^^^ me rn ISDAUGDSAIDA i am so honored to hear this tumblr user snertlet you are so dear to me but also this ask made me burst out laughing

alright old pal lets get u back into bed!!!! (I AM COMPLETELY JOKING. YOU ARE YOUNG AND FULL OF LIFE. WE BOTH ARE. LET US FROLIC AMONGST A FIELD OF FLOWERS, FULL OF WHIMSY)

but seriously THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im just a silly little dude who makes art so to know that people can enjoy it to the point of me being one of their favs is so incredibly gratifying!!! GRAAHHH!! MUCH LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤❤❤

[sunbrightheart]

guys i hate to break it to you but i miss the spring court. i want back that whimsical first taste of magic feel that i felt when first reading acotar. i wanna frolic amongst wild flowers of the rolling hills, and swim in satin silk pools of starlight.

[dearlymrme]

I fully support the common headcanon that Primo, our Papa Emeritus the I, is a gardener and a hobbyist plant enthusiast.

But I like this take on it even more. Let’s add on to that headcanon with my own flare.

The Abbey has two gardens.

The outside surrounding garden is open to the public and very wonderful. A nice place to have a picnic and frolic amongst the flowers. It was planted and designed by Primo and the Sister’s who are interested in helping maintain the garden are hired in and specifically tasked to take care of it. The garden is one of the Abbey’s shining attractions and many a newly indicted Sister’s genuinely interested quickly ask for a transfer to be moved to tend to the garden. Not a lot of them know just how much work it is to keep these flowers watered all day, every day, especially in the heat. It doesn’t surprise Primo when most of them give up a few weeks in, complaining about being too hot in the summer.

The private garden is for Primo and Primo only. This garden is cut off from the rest of the Abbey via locked greenhouse and only Primo has the key. Only he and a very select few ghouls are allowed within the greenhouse. Why? Because ghouls are very tenacious little bastards and are pretty hard to kill. Because Primo knows on an intimate level how to care and tend to these plants while avoiding hazards. Oh, also because every plant inside that garden is poisonous. Imagine if you would The Alnwick Garden but a bit more on a minor scale.  Foxgloves, Devil’s Trumpets, Belladonna, Mandrake, etc.

Why the fixation on poisonous plants? Well, first off: I think that’s metal as hell. Secondly: It’s to feed his second hobby. 

Poison crafting. 

Primo is fascinated with poison and what they do to the body. He always studying and trying to come up with some new confound way to silently kill or maybe even torture someone with just a drop of the vicarious liquids he keeps in his storeroom. He has books upon guides of chemical compounds that make up true poisons made to kill, as well as those less lethal plants in small doses that could be used for LSD trips. Opium from the Poppy’s. Aspirin from the small willow tree he has growing. It’s also where the Cannabis is, of course. Not all can be harmful in small doses. Most are but not all of them. 

Unfortunately for him and his two other brother’s one of the poison he’s crafted may have just been the one used to kill them.

[katareyoudrilling]

Hi Kat, I went to a performance of Tchaikovsky’s Fifth last night and it made me think of you!

If you’re still down to answer a fruit ask, I was wondering if I might submit:

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

But also perhaps as a bit of a more specific play on the question: how might you pair (either just in your head or as a future writing endeavour) some of your fave characters to write with some of your favourite music (a la All About the Bass)? Or perhaps are there characters that you associate with certain music outside of your own taste?

🌸 M @toomanytookas

M! How lovely for you to think of me 🥰  How was the performance? I am not very familiar with Tchaikovsky’s 5th other than that famous melody in the second movement, but you really can't go wrong with Tchaikovsky!

This is such a fantastic question!  I really wanted to give it some thought and things got a little out of hand lol.  My favorite symphony is Mahler 1 “Titan” which was originally considered a symphonic poem.

I love music that paints a mental picture.  I’ve had the pleasure of performing it twice and each time as I have worked on it, I have daydreamed about the scenes happening as I play.  So, I started thinking about what a fic inspired by Mahler 1 would look like and which Pedro boy belonged in that world.  Here’s what I came up with… (movement titles are my own interpretation)

Movement 1: Tuning the Universe

We open with sunrise; the world is waking up.  Something about it is unusual though—the colors are too bright, the flowers too plentiful.  We realize we are in the realm of the fae.  Our hero, Javi Gutierrez, stretches and considers the world around him.  He basks in the sunshine and greets the woodland creatures.  His fellow fae go about their business while he frolics through a meadow.  He comes upon a stream and notices you, a human woman, washing clothes.  Since you are in the human realm, you are shadowed in gray, not the vibrant colors of Javi’s fae world, but he is captivated by you.  You are so beautiful, even in shadows.  But you seem sad, resigned to your gray life.  He watches you as you go about your work, staying just out of sight. Eventually you make your way back to your people-- a group of travellers.  He watches you as you take your place among them and can’t follow any longer.  He turns back to his frolicking, thinking about you.

Movement 2: A Wine-Soaked Evening

It’s late that night and the fae are having a celebration.  The wine flows as they perform courtly dances and mating rituals.  Javi watches the revelry from afar, still thinking about you from earlier.  He imagines bringing you to the fae dance – how you would spin and twirl with flowers in your hair.  His thoughts drift to the end of the evening, when the fae are drunk off their wine and the dances are no longer crisp and choreographed, but slow and syrupy.  Partners drift off into the woods for sleep and other activities.  Javi imagines kissing you in the moonlight, your soft skin and sleepy smile.  He drifts off to sleep thinking of you.

Movement 3: A Dirge

You awake to your gray life amongst the travellers, the drudgery of moving from one encampment to the next wears on you.  You can’t bring yourself to enjoy the spirited music you once did.  You feel like something is missing from your life. Suddenly, your dream from the night before rushes back to you.  You were dancing with a beautiful, golden man in the forest.  The world was sparkling with life and color, you felt so alive… so whole.  You realize that you are in love with this man in your dream.  Too quickly, the dream fades into the background and you are back in the gray, monotony of your life.

Movement 4: To the Rescue

Javi watches as your group walks along the road.  He shouldn’t have come to try to see you again, but he couldn’t resist.  As he watches, your procession is attacked by raiders!  He rushes down to your aid and bravely fights against the attackers, but he is only one man, even if he is fae.  He calls out to his fae brothers and just when hope seems lost, they arrive to save the day!  The raiders are successfully fought off.  In the aftermath, he searches for you to make sure you are ok.  He finds you and when your eyes lock you exclaim in surprise.  He’s the man from your dream!  Javi admits that as fae, he is able to enter people’s dreams and how he must have done so when he was thinking about you the night before.  Javi tells you how he had watched you and fallen in love with you.  He asks you to come back to the fae world with him.  You are surprised by the request but something in your bones calls to you that this is what you’ve been looking for.  You struggle with your decision, there are people you care about in your old life and you worry about saying goodbye, but even they can see that you have been unhappy and encourage you to go.  You tell Javi that you will, only to find out that you must leap over the chasm between the worlds in order to join the fae.  Only if you truly love the fae on the other side will you make it.  You are scared as you look to Javi on the other side, can you actually do this?  You summon all your courage and make the leap!  Javi gathers you into his arms and kisses you deeply.  The fae celebrate as fireworks light up the sky.  You and Javi run off into the fae world together hand in hand, happily ever after.

What do you think???

Tagging a few people who might be interested in this: @davnittbraes @rebel-fanfare @maggiemayhemnj @grogusmum

[paintedscales]

AuRaugust 2023 - Day 6 - Floral Fantasy

"O Feo Ul, loveliest of branches, King of the Fae! Will you not grant me a dance amongst the flowers of Il Mheg?"

"Wicked sapling! All the times you do not call my name, and you call for a frolic in the fields!? Of course I would dance with you, my sune yak."

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

credit to @skywlshes for the original ask game post :)

@stars-sakuras-and-heartbreaks (omg, thank you for mentioning asks are off! i honestly didn't notice, which makes a lotta sense in regards to the ask games i've reblogged getting no replies lol)

(i think i turned 'em off one day and forgot... considering the most recent bout of drama i don't think i want 'em on just yet though :( but maybe someday)

(also, from your other posts - i can see Classic's up - did you forget to sign your messages again? lol)

anyways

Ponyville: which pony gang would you like to hang out with?

Hm, hard to say.

I think either the Breezies (come on, tell me you don't wanna have a sleepover in a tiny little flower house) or the Pegasi (they seem very quiet and kind. vvv accommodating, i think i could have some ice cream and then a nice nap there.)

Unicornia: would you rather make the rainbow, or see the rainbow?

I think I'd rather make the rainbow. Being the pink pony princess for the day would be fun! :)

Butterfly Island: would you be more of a town or beach pony?

I'd love to say town so I could live amongst all the super cool pony characters and hang out with them each day - but we all know my heart belongs to the wild. I think I'd be a beach pony on that alone. Set me up like Kimono's house at the edge of Ponyville (but at the edge of the beach instead) and I think I'd be all set.

If this question were a little more freeform though I'd say probably for the meadows. I would totally frolic with the Breezies, and being out in nature like that would be nice. :)

Pegasus: which pegasus pony is your favorite?

I think it's probably Baby Honolu-loo. (Or is it spelled Honoloo-lu? I actually forget which way around the lu/loo goes.)

I'm a sucker for her colour scheme, honestly. The warm colours of her mane work very well against the cool white of her body.

Plus the fact she's got the decorations on her body like how Starcatcher does. They're so pretty!

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"Bingo." - Tarhos

✧ ── 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 Are you Haru's Type?

"Heh, well no shit baby doll - " Dark eyes flicked downward towards the bingo card, noticing just how perfect it was as a strange and somewhat aching feeling filled his chest. It was as though something old and illustrious was calling to him, a tug upon the threads of his soul that he couldn't ignore. After a few moments he tucked a lock of inky hair behind his ear with a pleased sigh, "I'm not shocked - I....I feel like I've known you since the day I was born, maybe even before that." Ah, what kind of cheesy shit was he spewing now? Especially when he gazed upon his lover with shattering vision, his world splintering into thousands of lives that intertwined the both of them; as if the universe needed them to meet to keep turning.

His mind wandered back to the painting within the museum, that pretty woman's long hair... it almost seemed to frolic amongst the salt soaked wind, flavored by the very sea whose waves seemed to bow before his beauty, though no pleasure crossed his features as he gazed outwards in the direction of home. Home which now felt so foreign and far as the promise of unfulfilled joy consumed his very being, a bitter fate which he had paid for marked into reality by plank falling onto timber. Why did the open sea scare him more than a bloodied battlefield filled with the screams fo the suffering? Knives split the ropes, releasing sails which eagerly caught the tempest within their canvas. Before this time…long ago, those great sails would have been the victory banner of Christ, stitched together with angel's raiments and hoisted into the beautiful azure of the morning sky. Yet that covenant of hope was embittered, what would have once brought him joy had burned into ash on his tongue. Freedom and home…did they truly mean anything now with this burning fire within the cavern of his chest which only cried for one thing?

One simple, lovely thing that would be ripped from his hands the moment his foot stepped onto that ship. Why did his heart feel like it was tearing?

"I'm...talking weird shit again, my bad. Haha - " The maiden stepped forward to place a kiss upon his cheek, like he was planting a flower, "Congrats~ Want another kiss?"

[peachpety]

Like You a Latte, by peachpety

Instagram collaboration with @hogwartsfirebolt

A gift for @curlyy-hair-dont-care A Wheel of Drarry Mini-Exchange

* * * Rating: M

“How are you today, mate?” Ron asks.

Harry’s snort cuts through the conversational buzz of the café. “It’s Valentine's Day,” he says. “I’m a single pringle serving up lattes decorated with heart-shaped foam to disgustingly happy couples. I’m bloody brilliant.”

He angles a small, stainless pitcher to cut a milk stream through the foam floating atop an espresso shot. “Look at that. A perfect heart.” He holds the cup up to Ron’s face. “That’s fucking talent. I could do this in my sleep.”

Charlie pauses en route to the pastry case and peeks over Ron’s shoulder. “It’s cute, Picasso.” He lifts a ginger brow. “Now serve it to the bloody customer, yeah? There’s a queue.”

Harry hands off his masterpiece to a delighted couple, and Ron says, “I think today will be your lucky day.” He presses coffee grinds into a portafilter and attaches it to the machine. “You feeling good? You look good.”

“Oi, George,” Harry calls over his shoulder. “I think Ron’s been at the dodgy beans again.” He grimaces. “What are you on about?”

Ron jerks his chin toward the front of the café, eyes sparkling with entirely too much glee for eight o’clock on a bloody Monday morning.

Harry looks out at the crowded room. A platinum blond bloke slouching mid-queue snags Harry’s gaze.

And it’s A Moment… One of those stupidly cliché tunnel-vision moments—where the Earth slows its rotation, and flowers bloom, and kittens frolic, and the sun shines through parting clouds to spotlight, as if touched by angelic grace, the most beautiful individual Harry’s ever seen.

“It’s him,” Harry breathes.

The bloke thumbs lazily at his mobile, an insouciant curve to his perfect pout as he listens to a petite black-haired girl chatter away beside him. He exists—incongruously, unfathomably, undeniably—amongst the mismatched colorful chairs and Luna’s dryer-lint fairies strung from the antler chandeliers, as if he hasn’t populated every fantasy Harry’s had since Ginny introduced him to the bloke’s Instagram account months ago.

“It’s him, fuck me, it’s him.”

“Him who?” Bill asks, setting a tray of clean cups on the counter.

“We’ve an Instagram influencer in our midst,” Charlie says. He hands a cup of coffee and a plated pastry to a waiting customer. The queue advances.

“Wait a tick,” George says. He drapes his arm over Harry’s shoulder. “Isn’t that the bloke Harry’s been Insta-stalking?”

“Delish Malfoy,” Ron announces, drawing the attention of the patrons closest to the counter.

Harry ducks from under George’s arm and scoots behind the coffee machine’s stainless bulk. “Fucking hell,” he hisses.

“And Insta-wanking, more like,” Ron grumbles.

Harry sputters. “Wha—I have not!” he lies.

One wank does not a pervert make—Harry’s convinced himself of this.

Fred sucks air through his teeth and says, “Can’t fault you that, mate. He is delish.”

Harry peeks over Ron’s shoulder. Malfoy is laughing, a snigger that shakes the fringe from his eyes, and Harry dies a tiny death. “Yeah, his posts occasionally cross my feed—”

"Subscribed," Ron coughs into his fist.

Harry rolls his eyes. “And I mean, sure, he’s fit or whatever.”

Ron’s eyebrows disappear up under his shaggy fringe. “Harry. You made three-dimensional coffee art of his cat. Out of milk foam.”

“His cat is cute!”

Bill hums. “Don’t forget the snowflake.”

“Oh, the snowflake was my personal favorite,” Charlie says. He takes payment from a customer, and the queue advances again, Malfoy shuffling ever closer. There’s now only two patrons between Harry and lashes long enough to deliver what Harry expects would be the best butterfly kisses on the planet.

“I don’t know.” Fred taps his chin and leans against his twin. “I liked the Christmas one, myself.”

George wiggles his fingers. “The wee tannenbaum with the ornament sprinkles.”

Ron shoves him aside. “Piss off, you lot,” he says. “As if you didn’t doodle Angelina’s initials in your journal.” He widens his eyes at George’s gaping mouth and points a finger at each of his brothers in turn. “Oh, don’t think I haven’t pilfered all your drawers. I know your secrets. And you’re wrong. The dragon was bloody brilliant.” He takes Harry by the shoulders and gives him a shake. “This is your chance, mate. Your foam art has drawn him here.”

“But how did he even know?”

The Weasley brothers all become intensely occupied with cups, and wiping the counter, and grinding coffee beans. BIll disappears into the back office muttering about tidying the stockroom.

“Ron,” Harry warns, voice low.

“Well... ” Ron chews his lip. “We kinda sorta posted your art on Strange Brew’s account—”

“It was too brilliant not to share with the world!” Charlie interjects, unhelpfully.

“And… we tagged Malfoy in the posts,” Ron finishes.

“Bollocks.” Harry tugs his phone from his back pocket and opens his Instagram account. “Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.” He scrolls with a trembling finger past each photo of his latte art inspired by Malfoy, the captions dousing him with wave upon wave of hot shame.

Fred points at the caption on the dragon art image. “The green heart was my idea.” He slaps Harry on the back. “You’re welcome.”

“Well that’s it then,” Harry mutters. “He’s going to think I’m a massive loser.”

“And yet here he stands,” Ron says. “No, seriously. He’s waiting at the counter.”

Harry chews on the fleshy inside of his mouth and chances a glance at Malfoy. Ice blue eyes watch him expectantly. Harry’s feet move of their own volition—a conundrum since they feel as if they're made of solid concrete—and suddenly he’s at the counter.

“Hi,” Malfoy says, an almost-smile bunching his cheeks.

And sure, Harry has imagined this exact scenario on many a lonely night, lying on top of his blanket, staring at his phone, Malfoy’s silhouette branded on the inside of his eyelids when his eyes finally close. And, sure, in each scenario he’s suave, smooth, and completely charming.

So, naturally, here and now, his tongue glues itself to the roof of his dry mouth.

The moment expands, the silent seconds tapped out by the crimson fingernails of the dark-haired girl at Malfoy’s side striking the counter.

Ron bumps his shoulder against Harry’s, jostling Harry back to his mind. “Welcome to Strange Brew,” Ron says, beaming at the pair.

Harry clears his throat. “What can we get started for you?”

The girl cracks her gum. “We would like a latte,” she says, eyes lingering on Ron’s neck tattoo. It’s a large crown with flowers and butterflies, and it’s cool as fuck—a guaranteed hook for potential suitors. Harry silently berates his past self for being such a melt at the tattoo parlor and walking out with his skin unpainted.

“I am the king of latte’s,” Ron says smoothly. “You won’t be disappointed.”

The girl’s pink-stained lips curl at the corners, and Ron makes an effort to place his arse in her direct line of sight as he sets about preparing the coffee to brew. Harry pours milk for the steamer, appealing to every god in the heavens that he won’t spill.

“And what art will you make for me today”—Malfoy leans his elbows on the counter—”GoldenBoy80.”

Harry’s hand slips and steam scalds his fingers. His mind frantically skims through his private Instagram account, recalling cringe photo after cringe photo. So, this is how he perishes and ascends the mortal plane. Death by Instagram. Next to him, Ron sniggers.

“You’re the one that makes the foam art, right?” Malfoy asks, leaning further forward. Fuck, he smells good.

“You know it’s him,” the girl sighs. “You excavated the coffee shop’s account to find his handle and stalked him on Instagram. That one photo of him with his dog is your screensaver.”

“Fucking hell, Pansy.”

The blush that tints Malfoy’s cheeks returns Harry’s soul to his body, reviving his heart to beat furiously against his rib cage. He pours the foam into the cup Ron prepared. Courage blooms in his chest like the cream floating to the top of the espresso. “What can I make for you today, Delish?”

“It’s Draco.” He appraises Harry with a sweeping glance, pausing to admire the small heart-shaped birthmark on Harry’s inner wrist. Mrs. Weasley calls it an angel kiss, and it’s not nearly as wicked as Ron’s tattoo, but Harry’s hating it less and less by the second.

“A heart, I think,” Draco says. “It is Valentine’s Day.”

Harry stares at him and Draco stares back, and it’s another ridiculous Moment in which Harry is lightheaded and barely breathing.

“Good grief,” Pansy says. “Oi, Golden Boy,” she barks. “Your milk overfloweth.”

Harry glances down at the cup. Milk drips over the lip, down his fingers and pools onto the counter.

And floating on the surface of the coffee sits a perfectly formed erect cock, complete with bollocks. Waves of foam cascade from the tip like a fan of orgasmic come.

“I’m bloody brilliant and can do this in my sleep,” Ron mocks whilst Fred and George guffaw gleefully.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry breathes.

Charlie swoops in with a rag. “I apologize,” he says over the twins’ howling laughter. “We're usually a respectable establishment,” he grits with a frown for Harry. “I’ll just make another—” but before he can whisk away the cock abomination, Draco scoops the cup toward himself.

“That,” he says, taking a photo of the silly thing. “Is a latte dick.”

“That’s what he said,” Harry blurts.

Draco throws back his head and laughs, and Harry feels it in his toes. Gorgeous grey eyes alight on him, shining with amusement and hopeful promise. “What’s your name?”

“Harry.”

“I like you a latte, Harry,” Draco says. “Dinner tonight?”

Harry nods, biting back what he knows will be a stupid grin. “But coffee’s on me.”

* * *

for the supremely sweet @curlyy-hair-dont-care! you are a doll and i was so very happy to create this for you! mwah!! xoxo

a big thanks to @hogwartsfirebolt - you are a an inspiration and a joy to work with...i had so much fun! i appreciate you more than you know. the instagram posts would not have come to existence without you and your creative genius. big love! xoxo

special thanks to toluene for the beta & to the dream team @vukovich and @wheezykat for their encouragement! love y'all to bits.

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[strxnged]

Oh wait I forgot the request I am a fool. Looking for some cute married couple mornings. I’m thinking waking up to SO making tea and breakfast at like ten am wit some soft friendly banter. soft cute morning kisses as well please and thank you. I need that fluff man lore is too sad.

note: hi carter so i was totally going to do this with alisa haiba because she's pretty but then you said tea and i started thinking about akaashi keiji and i couldn't stop thinking about akaashi keiji. so you get this. (post-writing: I'M SCREAMINGGGG)

akaashi x gn!reader. "when it's dark" easter eggs. 400w.

— 10:15AM

the first thing you did saturday morning was stretch, reaching your elbows to the ceiling and pointing your toes forward. as you relaxed, you opened your eyes and rubbed them once or twice, trying to read the time.

this late? already? you squeezed your eyes shut, slowly sitting up. keiji was gone. but he didn't work today, right? last night you had been talking about how the two of you had a day off together — that had been last night, hadn't it? you looked at the day of the week, and sure enough it was saturday. where'd he gone?

but it didn't take long for you to hear the sound of boiling water. he must not have been awake for long, you thought, stumbling into the kitchen.

akaashi "drowsy, naked-eyed, wet-haired, and very much in love" keiji greeted you with a small smile, asking you how you slept. you gave him a hug and rested your cheek on his shoulder, staring blankly at the kettle. "what kind are you going to make?"

"thought i'd ask you first," he replied kissing your temple twice. "hm?"

"whatever you're having," you mumbled. "when'd you get up?"

"about half an hour ago. had a shower."

"no, really? i thought you just went out and dipped your hair in the river or something. for the vibes." you giggled sleepily at your own joke, and sighed heavily.

he chuckled. "mhm. normal morning routine. dip head in river, make spouse tea, go hunt for trolls in the forest."

"ooh, can i come and frolic amongst the woodspeople?"

"of course you may frolic," he said with one of his large smiles that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world for getting to see. "you are welcome to do so."

"sounds like we've got our day planned out," you affirmed. "with a lyric of flowers..."

with you still clinging to him, he stepped forward and slowly poured the water into two mugs. "is sweet-sung to the frolicking hours, and the merry buds letter the foot-steps of tip-toeing showers." his voice was light and wistful, and filled you with an inexplicable delight.

"keiji, i have a feeling you read that poetry book you gave me more times than i did."

he just laughed. "tea first, then frolicking."

"i love you," you replied.

he took a deep, full breath, savouring the moment. "love you too."

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

[kusuguricafe]

A well-deserved break

A/N: thank you for the request @danibby!! very cute scenario

Summary: Albedo and Aether decide that they need to take a little break from alchemy, so Aether takes the two of them to a flower field to relax

Word count: ~1K

Characters: lee/ler Albedo, lee/ler Aether

Albedo and Aether decided that it was time to take a break after a long morning of alchemy. Aether was getting quite good at being Albedo’s helping hand with his experiments, which he greatly appreciated. The process runs a lot smoother with some help, and it can get lonely on Dragonspine, so Albedo appreciates the company as well.

They traveled down the mountain so that they could take a nice refreshing stroll in a warmer environment. There was a flower field nearby that Aether wanted to check out.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Aether asked.

“Yes, quite. It’s nice to feel the sunshine.”

Feeling invigorated by the warmth and fresh air, Aether was feeling playful and began to frolic amongst the flowers. Albedo smiled, faintly.

“What are you doing, Aether?”

“Having fun! Don’t you wanna join me?”

“I’m alright.”

“Aww c’mon, Albedo! Don’t be a buzzkill!” Aether pouted.

Albedo put his hand on his forehead and shook his head, smiling a bit wider now, but hiding it.

“Hm,” there must be some way I can make him join me.

Aether thought for a brief moment.

“Aha! Okay, I’ve got it. I’ll give you five seconds to change your mind, or else you’ll have to suffer the consequences~” Aether said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers at Albedo.

“Five, four…”

“Suffer the conse—oh!”

“three…”

As soon as Albedo realized what was about to happen, he bolted.

“two—HEY! COME BACK HERE!!”

Filled with determination, Aether sprinted after Albedo. He weaved through trees, leapt over hedges, and climbed over boulders chasing him.

“I’M GONNA GETCHUUU~”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!!”

They were both getting high off the adrenaline as the chase continued. Albedo was running out of steam, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Aether sped up in a last ditch effort and tackled Albedo to the ground onto the grass.

“Ehe, told you I’d get you~”

EHE TE NANDAYO!!?

“Ah, hah, w-wait, Aether, can’t we talk about thi—aH ahahahahahhahaAAHAHAHAHAHA AEHEHEHETHEHEHER!” Albedo cried as Aether straddled him, digging his fingers in between Albedo’s ribs.

“I told you there’d be consequences, you should’ve listened to me when I warn—h-hEY! NOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!”

Albedo saw an opening and reached up to tickle Aether’s exposed tummy in an attempt to fight back.

“You know, you shouldn’t have worn a crop top today if you didn’t want me to be able to retaliate so easily like this,” Albedo remarked from below Aether, skittering his fingers all over his sensitive tummy. He then mustered up enough strength to roll the two of them over so that Albedo was now on top.

“AHAHALBEHEHEHEDOO! THIHIHIS IS NOHOT FAIHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIR!!”

“I think it’s very fair.”

Aether desperately tried to escape Albedo’s tickly grasp. This was turning into a wrestling match! He managed to conjure up a gust of wind strong enough to blow Albedo off of him.

“AGH! That’s cheating!”

“There were never any rules to begin with!” Aether retorted, crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out at Albedo.

“In that case…”

Albedo swiftly created an enclosure of stalagmites around Aether. He then generated a solar isotoma beneath his feet to lift himself up and jumped into the enclosure from above.

“H-huh?” Aether yelped, his valor dwindling.

“You’ve got nowhere to run now~” said Albedo, smugly.

Aether, still on the ground, took advantage of this and grabbed at Albedo’s knees.

“aH! n-nAHAHAHAHA!” Albedo laughed as his legs gave way and he joined Aether on the grass. The rocks that were surrounding them crumbled and disappeared, just as Albedo’s focus had.

Feeling mischievous, Aether pulled off one of Albedo’s boots. He quickly grabbed Albedo’s ankle and started scribbling on his stocking-covered sole.

“Wha?! AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHYHYHY IS THAT SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!?”

“Did I find one of your weaknesses, Bedo?” Aether said, grinning. He began focusing on tickling right underneath Albedo’s toes.

“noOOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!! AEHEHEHETHER PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! ANYWHERE ELSE!!”

“Alright, alright, how about right… here?” Aether began drilling his thumbs into Albedo’s hip bones.

Albedo was completely incoherent at this point. All he could do was laugh and flail about.

Aether felt a little guilty and let up. That was a mistake.

Albedo, seeking revenge, grabbed ahold of Aether’s wrists and pinned them above his head. Aether’s eyes widened. Albedo began to very slowly descend his free hand towards Aether, wiggling his fingers.

“Ahahahalbedoho, nohoho dohohon’t do it!”

“Don’t do what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehe!”

“If you say so~”

Aether couldn’t believe he fell for that. He shrieked as Albedo ever so lightly began skittering his fingers all over his very sensitive underarm and bicep. To top it all off, Albedo leaned down and blew a big raspberry on Aether’s tummy.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Aether was frantically kicking his legs out all over the place.

Albedo released Aether’s wrists and used both hands to knead Aether’s thighs.

“GAH! AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Aether yelled as he uselessly swiped at Albedo’s devious hands.

Albedo moved his attack up to Aether’s neck. He gently scratched around the sides and under Aether’s chin.

“Did. Did you just snort?”

“N-nohohohohoho,” Aether lied. He reached up and scritched Albedo’s ears, determined to get back at him.

Albedo squealed. They both paused.

“Now who’s making funny noises, huh?”

They looked at each other, unmoving. Then, at the same time, Albedo reached for Aether’s tummy as Aether reached for Albedo’s ribs. They both erupted in fits of laughter. They tussled for awhile, but it was becoming apparent that they were evenly matched

“Do youhouhou wahahahant a truhuhuce?” Aether asked.

“Okahahahahay,” Albedo relented.

They both laid there for a while, breathing heavily. Albedo eventually crawled over to where his boot had been abandoned and put it back on.

“That was fun,” Aether said, after he had caught his breath.

“Yeah, it was,” Albedo admitted.

They gazed at the clouds and chatted for a little while before getting back up.

“Shall we head back?” Albedo asked.

“Yeah, sure. We should come here again sometime.”

“I agree. This would be a great place to sketch.”

The two of them left the field and continued their walk back to Dragonspine. Feeling rejuvenated, Albedo had confidence that they would make a breakthrough by the end of the day.

[lucidpantone]

So a couple years back I wrote this fanfic that was sorta of hit for another fandom(wtfock or belgium skam). I’ve been wanting to write something for young royals for awhile but I knew I wanted to do it in that similar style of that past fic because people seemed to LOVE that parallel puzzle piece timeline style. Anyways so surprise surprise gonna be dropping chapter 1 soon but here is a preview. Oh, and one last thing:

Fic Rules

If its in italics its the past

If its not in Italics its the present (particular scenes from the last year)

Into The Blues

We’re all just journeymen in catacombs of the earth’s womb.

Riding life like a log down a stream burrowing through artificial portholes that men sowed into the roots of the city as an act of defiance; when travel above the waterline did not suffice.So instead we defiled her core from the inside out.

Yet, here we find him.The interloper standing shoulder to shoulder in a cigar shaped transport vessel amongst the everyman attempting to blend into a world he no longer belongs too. Sporting garments perfectly hand crafted by french artisans for his physique and leather bound shoes of italian origin.

The commuter populace sways as the ocean does in twilight. Mellow and familiar. Unobstructed and in uniformity.

The conductor breaks his mental surface.

“Mind the gap between the train and the platform. This is Green Park.”

He navigates the route towards an exit. He is late but he insisted on venturing into the world as the common folks do.

This isn’t his side of town and if given a choice he wouldn’t have hosted the Royals Arts Gala here but the honorees were swedish alums of The Royal Academy Art who were funded by the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation so a marriage of both Swedish and British houses had to be decided and London seemed to appeal to a wider audience.

He scurries out of underground to street level when the harsh cold air hits him. A loving reminder he thinks to himself.

Reality gnaws at him when he sees it. The Ritz Hotel signage glowing back at him.

A wave of guilt washes over him from sins past and yet here he finds himself once again running towards his mistakes atop a pair of italian soles that would entice even the top ranks of the Bourgeoisie.

He picks up pace and jettisons towards the Grand Ballroom as tear drops begin to fall from the heavens.

You’d think after years of exposure to all this pomp and circumstance he’d be used to the classic french rococo style but it still feels so grandiose at times.  Banquet rooms adorned with gold leaf walls, gilded oak paneling richly embellished with C-scrolls and S-scrolls, sprigs of flowers, rocaille motifs and hand painted frescos. 18th century crystal chandeliers prevailing in their usage to light an avarice crowd of thespians devouring the fruits of France's champagne region like it was manna from heaven.

But he needn’t worry tonight because these throngs of acolytes were here to bear witness to his recital of one sacrosanct individual.

However, before he stood atop a podium for his song and dance routine he kept his interactions with the crowd wrapped up in an air of breviloquence and wit.

He’d be expected to frolic amongst the flock and express his gratuity for the copious amounts of flowers, gift baskets and condolences sent his way. Though arduous work, he had an inert sensibility when it came to working a room of uppercrust socialites after years of conditioning.

“Hello sir, this way please” a gala usher quickly takes his coat and escorts him to his table for the evening when an unfamiliar sensation reemerges from eons past. A fibrillation in his heart, one mimicking that of a  hummingbird in fast pursuit. He hadn’t had much time to ponder this strange occurrence when he noticed the guest at his table standing up to greet him.

Anders Olsson was the first to lock gaze with him. He greeted him with an overworked smile and spread out arms welcoming him into a fast embrace.

“Am so happy you came” Anders whispered in his ear softly as he pushed off from their hug.

Then Anders immediately went around the table introducing him to the director of the Royal Academy who gave him an assertive handshake, the other honorees who’s displays of dominance were absent and meekly greeted him,the gala’s main sponsors two Americans one of which was sat next to him and felt the need to remind him that she was a hugger and gave him a good squeeze before he could even object, and lastly the person sitting directly to his left the head of the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation.

“Prince Wilhelm, this is Simon Bancroft-Erikksen, Tomas’s husband” Anders confirms.

“Hey”, Wilhelm states softly as he embraces Simon’s handshake with a dual hand handshake creating an over-under type of shelter for Simon’s touch.

Simon’s notices Wilhelm linger and slides his hand back slowly.

“Hi” Simon says softly as he musters his best subdued smile for his highness.

As Simon takes a seat he notices a few patrons looking directly at him as they cover their mouths and about his recent life updates. Forgetting for a moment that he is “that” guy now.

Simon Bancroft-Erikksen, a swedish born singer/composer, recent widower to the late Tomas Åström Bancroft and now sole heir to the Bancroft banking fortune. A fortune worth more than some countries GDP.

It was like looking through a lens but fish eyed, distorted and misshapen.

Lacking distinction, and depth, an exam based on muscle memory and repetition. A performance of sorts.

“Simon, how are you?”, They asked with a worry in their voice that had become oh so familiar.

“Am good”

“Simon, are you getting enough sleep?” This was definitely somewhere in the top 3 questions as of late.

*Shrugs*

“Are you eating?” and this question? This one usually led to a non sequitur from him.

“Oh pardon me. I see a colleague, I must run to say hello too.” This was Simon’s cue to beeline it back to his table and avoid the thickets of bullshit he had to spatter.

Simon plopped himself back down on his seat and took a deep exhale.

“I brought reinforcements,” Simon heard him say.

Wilhelm shot him a sweet smile as he picked out a small plastic bag from his blazer.

Simon’s eyes widened and for the first time tonight and he genuinely smiled.

Simon couldn’t decide which one to choose from so he went for his usual sweet and salty licorice. Swedish candy had become Simon’s main food source throughout this period in his life. It was one of the only things he could stomach to keep down. That and mandarins.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I had an inclination that you may need backup.”

Simon shook his head in agreement.

“You’re doing great,by the way” Wilhelm encouraged Simon somewhat gingerly.

The ballroom lights dimmed and the ceremony got underway.

Notable honorees received their totems of recognition from high society.

And then a darkness befell them and he felt the room surround him and suddenly there he was in full technicolor. Tomas and Anders discussing the inspiration for what would become Tomas’s final commissioned symphony.

It was a strange sensation for Simon. In many ways he thought he had become infallible to public displays of sorrow. He’d numbed himself to a point of no return, gone full scorched earth, become some sort of cultural philistine with a match in his hand walking on gas ready to ignite the pain away.

Pay no credence to his grief.

Yet, The chinks in his armor began to chime through the air like a siren’s song.

Without notice Simon’s body began to react badly. His hands began to shake as Tomas’s voice filled the room. He hid his hands underneath the table but the shaking only worsened and as Simon was about to deploy his metaphorical airbag and abort this mission. Wilhelm tethered him back down to earth. Threw him a safety line and kept him at bay and from floating away. Wilhelm took a hold of Simon’s hand and interlaced his fingers into Simons.

Simon was fully prepared to shoot Wilhelm a rather terse glance when suddenly the lights went up and the crowd stood up for a standing ovation. Wilhelm pulled Simon up with the crowd and let go of his hand to indulge in the clapping.

Ander’s walked over to him and before he knew it they were walking in the direction of the podium. Simon wasn’t taken aback by this gesture if anything he expected. He had written a speech and all but it was all happening so fast. The spotlight flashed atop of him and he stood there looking out at a sea of onlookers.

He pulled the mic towards him and reached into his blazer pocket to read from a cue card.

“Firstly, I would like to say thank you for the beautiful in memoriam segment and to everyone who has sent their condolences to my family throughout the last year.

My husband Tomas was a kind and thoughtful soul who truly inspired me and many others. When he began this consortium project he felt a great responsibility to represent the cultural richness of the great landmarks of Sweden. His music was merely a vehicle to explore what he felt in his heart was an undeniably beautiful landscape filled with everlasting summers and a wonderful winter wonderland. Except for those 4 months in the dead of winter which we don’t talk about.”

The crowd broke out in laughter. 

“Thank you for honoring Tomas’s legacy and to the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation for recognizing his accomplishments, To the Royal Academy for their constant support and to the Bancroft foundation for their relentless advocacy in forestry conservation.”

Applause raptured around the ballroom.

As Simon stepped back from the mic his heart rate adjusted and he looked out into the crowd for a tether back into the normal world. The one where he once felt he belonged to, had a home in, fell in love in and felt like he could operate within without fear or reservations.

As Simon walked off stage he felt a tug, a reel, a life line leading him to a sanctuary where he could be caught and released out of these predatory waters. This wildlife was foreign to him now. He needed to live in a habitat where the aquamarine life was curated and made out of plastic.

He needed everything to be fake, to go to a place where he could be inoculated from his reality. Where none of the people were real and just made out of metal.

There was only one exception to this rule.

As he took his seat again and looked to his left; it was all gut, an unfathomable feeling, a pavlovian response as he reached out underneath the table and took hold of Wilhelm’s hand and thought to himself.

This, and only this, he needed to be real.

[sleepylixie]

Lost Boy

Swan Prince! Felix X Princess! reader 

Fantasy AU, Retelling of the Swan Lake. 

5k words, Romance(Fluff/Angst), Beware of mentions of death(Only mentions, with respect to curses and general dark magical behaviour)

A/N: @crscendoforsung​ hallo, Soro!! Tis me, your Secret Santa!!! You’ve been such a sweet soul (That Jisung anon of yours is so cool. btw-) and I hope you like this little offering to make the end of your year a little bit sweeter! This idea seemed to fit your vibe (and Felix) too well, so I just had to give it a spin~ This here marks the start of Christmas on Sleepylixie!! As always I will be incorporating high fantasy into the stories you will be seeing and I hope all of you enjoy reading them! Huge thank you to @aliceu @decembermoonskz and @seraplantery for helping me through moments of writers block hhhh- Do let me know what you think, my ask box is open!~

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I love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything wrong. -Lemony Snicket

The first time you met him was quite by chance. You’d broken away from your maids,  eyes glowing in the darkness as you strolled through the woods, humming an odd tune to yourself. It was a full moon night, so you’d headed out under disguise for a night time frolic in the nearby woods. You’d forgone the heavy skirts and tiaras of your royal wardrobe for the looser bodice and thinner skirts of a homespun dress your maid lent you, tendrils of breeze and grass grazing your ankles as you moved. 

All too suddenly, you stumbled  into a clearing by a lake- it was small but beautiful, almost ethereal with it’s still waters and edges disappearing into the shade of the trees. But what caught your eye was a slash of  of white against the darkness of the far shore- upon squinting, you realized it wasn’t a bird, but a boy. Evidently, he’d noticed you too, because he straightened up from his kneeling position, head cocking to the side as his eyes scanned yours.

You smiled at him uncertainly, unsure of whether you were invading a moment of privacy or worse, a moment of dark magic. Your own magic roiled inside you, careful of the possible threat this boy could pose to you. However, he only smiled back, and stepped onto the water- walking over the surface, almost gliding across the lake to your side of the shore. He didn’t leave a single ripple in his wake, almost like he was just an apparition floating right above the water. You watched in silence as he he stepped out of the lake, coming to a stop in front of you.

He was slight in build, almost birdlike- but his shoulders seemed strong under his white and gold outfit. His bright golden eyes curved softly above his cheekbones, burnished bronze hair falling elegantly over the planes of his forehead.

“Hello, mortal.” His voice was deep, instantly sending shivers of wonder down your spine. “Or should I say royal?” He smiled, rosebud lips parting slightly as he nodded at the signet ring on your finger, the only sign of your heritage. He had a sharp eye for detail, this strange boy who could walk on water. Perhaps he was Fae?

“You know of my heritage, but I know not of yours,” you hedged, not wanting to give him your name; names held power, after all. The boy grinned wider, poking his tongue into his cheek as he eyed you amusedly. “You may call me Felix, darling.”

He wasn’t Fae, after all. He was from a far off land, he said, beyond the bounds your kingdom knew of.  He was to stay in these very woods as an apprentice with a family of magic wielders and alchemists. He was an easy talker and an even easier listener; he enjoyed your accounts of the royal court and the parlour you presided over and your evenings of sneaking past the guards into the night markets.

It was a peaceful time with him, walking amongst the woods- you forgot that you were supposed to be with your maids, basking in the new companionship you’d found. You enjoyed Felix’s company, you realized as the night wound down, making way for a new dawn as Felix led you to the edge of the woods.

“You must come see me in the castle gardens,” You smiled, clasping his hands in yours. Felix eyed your intertwined hands before looking back up at your face. Your eyes were bright, your skin glowing against the soft morning sun. “It is a glorious place, you will love the magical herb-house, and oh, the fountain too-”

“I would be honoured, princess.” He bowed his head slightly, suddenly shy. “But I am a being of the night. Visiting after twilight isn’t the most becoming of a lady of your stature, I’m certain.”

Your brows furrowed; he was right, but you did not want to entertain the possibility of never meeting your new friend again. Stars knew when you’d get to sneak this far out of the castle again. “It matters not, dear friend.” you declared. “I shall slip past the guards into the garden, if it allows me to see you again. That is,” you fumbled, a wave of awkwardness invading your mind as you dropped his hands and stepped backwards.  “That is, if you would wish to meet me again, I do not mean to impose-”

“As I said, princess,” Felix smiles-no, smirks, backing up into the trees, almost melting into the shadows. “I would be honoured. Until next moon, then.”

//

True to his word, you saw him standing next to the fountain from your room balcony the next full moon. Slipping past your guards and into the garden, you found Felix gazing around in wonder, eyes bright as he took in the sight.

The wide fountain was set in the center of a large square hedge of rose bushes. At the center of the fountain was the sculpture of a long-haired mermaid with a trident in her twisted hands, face serene as water gushed around her stone-scaled tail. At night, the water shimmered in the moonlight and the soft glow of the moonflies that flitted around the area, making the scene all the more exquisite.

You loved the privacy and peace the fountain provided you, with the tall rose hedges and the flow of water. The moment you stepped into the hedge, Felix’s eyes shot towards you, widening in wonder. You were dressed in lilac gossamer, a silver cape akin to butterfly wings draped over your shoulders and a matching silver wreath woven into your hair... You looked less like the girl-next-door he met and more like the heiress of the kingdom he lived in. He averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. “You… You look breathtaking, Your Highness,” he murmured, bowing low.

You giggled as you walked towards him, your skirts dragging on the grass. “Felix, please. I’m no more than the girl you met at the lake during the last moon. I plead you to not see me otherwise when I am dressed in the garb of a royal.” He straightened up and smiled at you, his demeanor relaxing almost instantly after hearing your familiar voice. He looked almost angelic in the light of the moonflies, bouncing off the glitter on his eyelashes.

“As you wish, princess.” He turned back towards the fountain, letting his fingers trail in the shallow water of the pool as he sat on the edge. “You were correct, this garden is a work of art.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You responded, sitting next to Felix on the edge of the pool, uncaring of your pretty garments. “The gardens take up a good half of the castle grounds. I love spending my nights there. The herbhouse, in particular. We grow a lot of the kingdom’s alchemical herbs ourselves, so I’d suggested we supply them to those who need it for no cost.” Felix glanced at you in surprise, his fingers twirling together two streams of water from the pool. “That’s generous.”

“It’s our duty as royals to make our subjects’ lives as easy as we can,” you shrugged, leaning your head back to watch the stars. “While levying taxes is a necessity, it felt prudent to cut down costs for a normal man and make alchemy available to all. Knowing what herbs are used for what can save lives someday.”

“That’s very noble of you, princess.” He murmured, his lips quirking up as he stared into the night sky. “I’ve seen royals that are drunk off the crown’s power to the point of greed and gluttony. But here you are, giving everything you can for your subjects. It’s admirable, really.”

“As I said, it’s my duty.” You let your attention slip to the pretty shapes Felix was conjuring out of the pool’s water. “Now, tell me, how has your time in the woods been?”

//

As you grew into adulthood, your daily responsibilities became larger, but you welcomed it. You’d trained and studied for years so you could take on the mantle of crown royal for your kingdom, and you were only too willing to make your contribution to council meetings and parlour galas alike. However, your friendship with Felix was like a safe haven from the day’s happenings, a space where you could just be Felix’s companion and not a royal with responsibilities.

The both of you grew more and more comfortable with each other, letting yourself slip into familiarity when you were together. You showed him all your favourite corners of the garden, but your favourite place to spend time together was at the mermaid fountain. You’d always meet there at the last midnight chimes on full moon nights and sit at the stone edge, talking and flicking water at each other.

He would always bring you enchanted wreaths of flower crowns that wouldn’t wilt for weeks- it was for you to remember him by until the next full moon, he claimed. You would wear them everyday until the magic wore off, counting down the days until you got to see Felix again.

The first time you met him was quite by chance. It had been almost a year since you’d begun to meet Felix in your expansive garden. He was waiting for you by the fountain, just as he had a year ago- but something was different. He’d normally be trying to catch the moonflies or playing with the pool’s water, but today he was looking straight at the entrance of the hedge, almost like he was waiting for you.

“Good evening to you too, sunshine.” You smile, walking straight into his arms, as you always did. Hugs were your way of greeting your magical friend from the woods, once you’d caught on that Felix loved physical affection. He’d normally catch you and swing you around, the two of you trying to stifle your laughter as he set you down. This time however, he pulled you closer by the waist, pressing you to his body as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. A shiver of apprehension slithered down your spine. This wasn’t normal.

You pulled back, but his arms tightened around you, restricting your movement- and that was when you noticed it. His normally gold eyes were the darkest shade of obsidian black, his lips pulled back slightly in a smirk. Instead of his usual outfit of golds and whites, he was dressed in stark red and black, making you stumble back at the realization. In your haste to see him again, you hadn’t noticed his clothes, demeanor or eyes, none of which alluded to the boy you were used to meeting.

“You’re not Felix.” You said out loud, hoping against hope that you were wrong. But the boy that stood before you cocked his head, an action that you were so used to seeing from your friend but right now, looked like a foreign action of pure impertinence. “What makes you think so, princess?” His smirk grew wider. You stood your ground, hackles rising at the almost insulting tone he was using. “Was it the clothes? Or maybe the fact that I’m making it obvious how much I enjoy touching you?”

Your teeth gritted as you let out a snarl of your own. “ Watch your mouth, Felix.”

To your surprise, Felix let out a laugh, sticking his tongue in his cheek- another familiar action that seemed disrespectful on this.. This impostor. “Are you scared of me, sweetheart?” He cooed, taking another step towards you. Your magic stuttered to life as adrenaline rushed through your body, an invisible protective forcefield molding itself around your body. “Oh, that’s adorable.” He laughed again, loud and derisive. “That forcefield doesn’t hold a candle to my kind of power, princess.”

“If you’re Felix, prove it.” You demanded, the fear sharpening your senses to cold awareness.  He rolled the cricks out of his neck, training his jarringly black eyes on you again. “We met at a lake a year ago this day. Or rather, you met my twin. He’s the one you’ve been meeting all this while, although I’m loath to admit it. I guarantee you, I’m much looser with my tongue than my damned twin is.”

“If Felix is your twin, what’s your name?” Your voice was cold, devoid of the fear that was rippling through your veins at the moment. “I’m Ellix. Pleased to make your acquaintance, princess,” he spit the endearment out like a curse, dropping into a mocking bow. When he rose, his lips quirked up in the same arrogant smirk, his hands running through his hair. “And who said anything about different bodies?”

//

A quiet knocking awoke you from your slumber the next night, prompting you to sit up and pull the bedcovers over your body. Were you hallucinating? You hadn’t slept at all the previous night, still reeling from the oddity that was Felix. You ordered him to leave the premises immediately after his strange declarations of having a twin… in the same body? He’d held his arms out, pouting for another hug, but you snarled at him until he left. 

Another knock brought you out of your reverie; you were definitely not imagining it. Pulling a robe around your body, you stepped out into the balcony, to be faced with an unfamiliar boy standing next to the railing, his hands twisting together nervously. He had jet-black hair that engulfed his forehead and high cheekbones that made his round eyes look bigger. Your heart dropped slightly; you were hoping it was Felix, here to explain himself. You needed explanations, and your midnight companion was the only one who could give them to you.

“Your Highness, Many apologies for the late hour.” the boy bowed, his voice high for a male, yet smooth- you shook yourself. You were comparing his voice to Felix’s infinitely deeper one. “Who might you be?” You questioned, your voice even.

“I.. well, I’m Han Jisung, your Highness. I’m from the Twilight Woods. You’re Felix’s companion?” The mention of  Felix’s name had you jolting to attention, but you kept your face schooled to polite indifference. “What is it to you?”

“I heard that he.. He wasn’t himself when he came to you the previous night. I felt it prudent to come to you with the information you must be seeking, because Felix won’t tell you himself.”

“On whose authority do you hold this information, Jisung?” you demanded- you were not going to be duped by dark magic. You magic probed him shamelessly for traces of dark magic, turning up with nothing but an airy silence. “On my own, your Highness,” Jisung smiled sadly. “I’m one of the people who know the truth. I’m His Highness Prince Felix’s elder brother, second in line to the Twilight Throne.”

//

“The Twilight Woods outside your kingdom has had its own royalty, ever since it’s inception. We preside over the woods and the surrounding lands and make sure our subjects don’t wreak too much havoc in your lands. Our folk are wilder, they live much longer than your subjects outside the woods and reside further into the woods than any of your folk would dare to wander. The lake you met my brother at is one of the entrances to our kingdom. For the past 200 years, our uncle has ruled the Twilight Woods. His 3 daughters were in line for the throne- but Mina abdicated and Chaeyoung ran away, leaving only… Sana.

“Everybody knew that she was courting the darkness, with her obscene interest in blood magic. When the King our uncle found her in the middle of a pentagram with her hands wreathed in shadows and her lips red as blood, he knew Sana was beyond help. He had her banished immediately, leaving only my little brother and I as choices for ascension to the throne.

“My brother is blessed with an almost endless bank of magic, but he was a creator first, a royal next. His dream was to become an alchemist, providing treatment and protection to the kingdom with his potions. The kingdom loved him, as did our uncle. He saw greatness in my little brother- in his golden heart, infinite power and unflinching moral compass so he chose Felix as his heir apparent.

“The kingdom rejoiced the new era of their to-be king. The coronation was to be the most special day of all our lives. But that Christmas Eve, days before the coronation… Sana broke through the kingdom’s defenses and ravaged her way to the castle. She trapped Felix in a wall of fire in the throne room, rendering any of us unable to help.

“Even his endless power was no match for the abomination she’d become. When she subdued Felix, she.. she placed a curse on him, condemning him to the life of a wordless bird- a swan by day and only reverting to himself by night. She… She gave him no ultimatum. Just that… that she’d give him 50 years to try and find a loophole, just for her sick amusement. If he failed, he would spend the rest of his existence as a swan, completely losing his humanity.

“What we didn’t anticipate was his magic taking a hit from the curse. The internal war his endless magic had with Sana’s curse had created a.. Well, a dark alter ego. We… We called him Ellix. One that was consumed by his base desires and lacked the grace that my brother normally held himself with. Between the curse and the possibility of meeting Ellix at sundown...there was no way he could possibly take the throne. We are not many months short of the 50 year mark, and the stress and fear he’s feeling just means that Ellix is awoken more often than not.

“Yesterday was one such day when Ellix came out to play, and I must apologize on his behalf. You have been a dear friend to Felix ever since you met him. It would shatter him to realize that his own alter ego had damaged a companionship he holds so close to his heart. Ellix is Felix’s darkest, most depraved impulses put into a persona. It is not the Felix you know, the way no mortal is defined by their darkness.

“When he does meet you again, I implore you to not push my little brother away. He is a lost boy, his power and sense of duty beyond that of beings wizened and old. He needs a friend that doesn’t see him for his curse but for the individual that he is. All I ask of you is to be that person for him, for these last few months of his life.”

//

You waited impatiently for the next full moon, barely focusing on your daily royal duties as you counted down the days. As the full moon night got closer, you steeled your nerves, prepared for the possibility of meeting Ellix- a persona that you were woefully unfamiliar with despite the familiar face he carried. This was just another facet of the Felix you knew. How was this any different from the different faces of a mortal’s personality? You would not be bowed by his drastic change in behavior, you decided.

You hurried your steps as you made your way to the mermaid fountain,  the delicate iron chains around your shoulders clicking softly against the midnight blue fabric of your dress. Rounding the edge of the hedge, your eyes instantly caught Felix’s- no, this was Ellix. His eyes were the same obsidian black as before, standing out starkly against his honey skin and the gold circlet that rested on his forehead. You took a deep breath, calming your nerves. His lips dragged up in a smirk akin to the ones he’d flashed at you the previous moon. “If you’re done taking in my appearance, darling, I must say you look absolutely ravishing yourself. ” You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips against the smile that bubbled to your lips unbidden. “If you’re going to behave like a creepy elder with me, Ellix, I guarantee you I will not be hugging you, or walking with you anytime soon.”

A surprised laugh spilled from Felix, his dark eyes lighting up with amusement. This was banter the two of you were used to, indulging in the easy back-and-forth for hours on end. “No hugging or walking for us then, darling.” The endearment spoken in Ellix’s voice struck a chord, sending a familiar shiver of wonder down your spine. “What do you think about talking?”

You grin back at him, taking his hand and leading him to the edge of the fountain. “That is most definitely my cup of tea.”

//

That full moon night cemented your companionship with Felix’s dark alter ego- who wasn’t as dark as he made himself out to be. Ellix was much more easy with his magic than Felix, using his powers to do even the smallest of things. He was also more confident, almost confrontational with his opinions and his sentiments- even if they weren’t in line with yours. You enjoyed the new dimension to your banter, although a small part of you missed the softness that came with Felix himself.

Despite his openness, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask about the curse, or the story Jisung had entrusted you with. It seemed too big of a topic to breach- one that Ellix or Felix would have to address by themselves. So you let the conversation flow in the way they wished it to- quick witted banter and almost flirtatious comments.

The next moon had you encountering Felix again, and you were quick to jump into his arms and he swung you around, the two of you laughing brightly as his eyes crinkled, the jewels under his eyes twinkling softly. He left behind a bracelet of rose-petals and a matching rose wreath. The moon after brought back Ellix, this time with his ornery smirk and a kiss on your cheek before he melted into thin air. 

The fluttering in your stomach every time he said something mildly flirtatious, brought out those presents, or let his touch linger for a second too long wasn’t lost to you. You’d felt floaty and obscenely happy with Felix ever since the first time you met him, the quiet nervousness melting into heady peace and teasing banter every time you met after that. When Jisung told you about the curse, the first thing you felt was a wave of concern that you knew instantly was far beyond the bounds of friendship. You wanted to find him and engulf him in your arms, hold him close and tell him he was brave, strong, more special than he allowed himself to believe. You wanted him to stay close by your side, not for one full moon night but for the rest of your lives so you could tell him every day how much he’d come to mean to you, no matter whether it was Ellix or Felix.

It was a soft, simple feeling that had taken root in your heart in the beginning of your companionship with him and had only grown larger since, pushing the limits of your heart in your affection for Felix. It wasn’t just friendship you felt for the lost boy in your garden- it was love. 

//

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” Your hands pressed against Ellix’s chest, pushing him away from you. Your magic sparked against your fists as you advanced, Ellix’s only reaction an evil grin. “Why would I be lying, darling?” He purred, his own fingers sparking with the beginnings of a flame. You skirted the edge of the mermaid fountain, your eyes trained on him. The anger and betrayal coursing through your system had you seeing red, but you kept your voice even. “How dare you stand before me and tell me that our companionship was a fraud?”

“Oh no no, darling, I didn’t say it was a fraud,” Ellix bit back, looking like a demon set loose from the Netherworld. “I said that this friendship was a game. You let slip so many royal secrets to me, all of which will go towards the siege that the Twilight army is planning upon your kingdom.”

A snarl of outrage ripped from your throat, sparking your eyes as you stepped closer to Felix, eyes ablaze with fury. “You traitor.”

“I’m the Crown prince of Twilight Woods, Princess,” He used the same mocking tone that drove you up the wall. “I’m a royal before your little companion. Did you really think I agreed to your acquaintanceship because I appreciated your COMPANY?” Ellix spit back, his entire body betraying his disgust.

You reeled back at his words, each one of them pricking your heart with a savage sharpness. “You don’t mean that.” you breathed out, but Ellix was on a roll.

“This entire companionship was built for your desires, with none of mine taken into consideration. You’re too absorbed in yourself, with your hair and your clothes and your little kingdom that you forgot that I was a part of this friendship too. You didn’t give a single damn about me, did you?”He shouted, close enough that the two of you were almost nose to nose. You stood your ground, not wanting to seem weak. Not to him. Never to him- “ You just wanted a sweet submissive little boy from the woods to listen to you, and let me make it clear to you, princess. I am NOT IT.”

A beat of silence passed between the both of you- and then you straightened up, looking down your nose at the boy in front of you. “This companionship is terminated as of this second. I owe you nothing, as don’t you. Does that please you?” Tell me it doesn’t please you, don’t do this to my heart, Felix, please-

“Absolutely, princess-” He pressed a kiss against your cheek, a mockery of an action you’d gotten used to from Ellix. But it only served to set you off, a scream ripping from your throat. “No. You don’t get the last word on this sham of a friendship, you dirty liar. I trusted you with my life and my dreams, and this is what I get in return? You should be ashamed of yourself, Ellix.” Your voice cracked from the rage, but Ellix didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Jisung was right. You’re a monster. Begone, Ellix. Take Felix with you and never return. If you do, I will make sure the guards find a dungeon for you with your names on it.”

All you could see was the glint of his black eyes disappearing into the darkness, likely for the last time- and the only emotion you could recognize from the maelstrom in your mind was that of a broken heart.

The walk to your chambers was a demonstration in self control, eyes silvery with tears cast low and your fists clenched to prevent the scream from leaving your throat. It wasn’t until you reached your chambers that you allowed yourself to fall apart, crumbling to the ground behind your door as you hid your face in your hands- and the soft rustle of paper with the movement of your skirts catching your attention. By some sleight of hand, Ellix had slipped a letter into your pocket.  While you had half a mind to feed it to the flames, the sad, sentimental side of you ripped open the thick paper, scanning the elegant scrawl dancing across the paper.

Greetings, princess.

I’m sorry I never told you the full truth.

Sana did leave one loophole. When she cursed me, she left me 50 years to find a mortal that would love and accept me for my cursed self, a mortal that would look me in the eye and admit to it. But when the complications began to happen with Ellix…There was no point hoping. I bided away 48 years, lost in self-pity and the darkness that the curse festered within me. Until I met you.

You were so beautiful in the moonlight, darling. Over time however, I came to know that it was your goodness that gave you that celestial glow- You were noble and selfless, strong yet soft, relentless in your pursuit for all the good you could bring to your loved ones.

I was smitten by you, but I couldn’t stand to taint you with the horrible scars I bring with me, darling. So I kept my secret and met you every full moon, only falling further and further with every meeting. The first time I held you in my arms, it was like a missing key had finally clicked into my locked heart and princess, I didn’t want to let go of you again. You gave me the sweetest memories in the final year of my life,  and for that, princess, I will be eternally grateful.

I am but a smidgen in the glorious story that will be yours one day, even though it pains me that I will never get to be a part of it- so don’t remember me, princess. Don’t worry about me. Don’t try to save me, because I am likely already beyond the point of saving. There’s no way out for me.

The fact shall remain, as it always will in this letter, even after I’ve passed into the darkness- I love you.

I love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything wrong. Justice has done exactly that with me, darling. It has cursed me to live my last moments away from you, lost in my own mind, my magic fighting against the curse to keep the darkness from claiming me. It is my misfortune that I met you so late into my life, but my life’s greatest honour to have known one who shines as brightly as you.

Beyond Forever,

Felix.

You scrambled to your feet and broke into a run, your skirts whipping around your ankles as you let your memory guide you, eyes blurred by the tears that streaked down your face. Ellix was trying to protect you from the pain of losing him, he loved you, he loved you, he loved you- 

Slipping past the guards and into the stables, you were on a horse, riding bareback in the fastest speed you could coax from it, towards the Twilight Woods. You had time, you had to try, you couldn’t just let him die, not  like this-

Before you knew it, you had reached the lake where you’d met Felix for the first time, the memory of his quicksilver smile and his golden eyes- no, one pair of golden eyes and another pair of obsidian orbs flashing across your mind before another fit of tears claimed you. If you remembered right, Jisung had mentioned you’d brushed by an entrance to the Twilight woods somewhere close by this very place-

“FELIX!!” You screamed aloud, dropping to your knees at the shore. “I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, Please come back to me, I can’t bear the thought of losing you Felix, please-” You caught a view of your tear-streaked face in the reflection of the water, rippling softly, uncaring of your screaming.

The first rays of the morning sun began to hit the edges of the lake as you sobbed aloud, the despair setting in and burrowing deep into your chest as the moments ticked by. You scanned the horizon, desperately looking for a sign, any sign of the kingdom Jisung and Felix belonged to- and then you saw it. 

In the far shore, two figures stepped into the soft morning light- both small and slight in build, dressed in whites and golds. One had hair the colour of ebony, the other hair the colour of burnished gold. You straightened up, your eyes widening as you hurriedly brushed the tears off your face.. It couldn’t be..

Both of them stepped onto the water, walking- no, running across the surface of the lake without leaving a ripple in their wake. You got to your feet, backing away from the shore as Jisung and Felix stepped off the water, their smiles brighter than the sun itself. Felix stepped towards you, his arms held out wide and you let out a quiet sob, running right into his warm embrace.

“I love you, I love you so much, thank the stars-”

“You’re here, you’re real, I love you, I adore you, princess-” Your murmurs mingled together, muffled in each other’s bodies as you clung together, scared to move away. You pulled away, your arms still looked around Felix’s shoulders and his neck, only to be met with the brightest grin you’d ever seen lighting up his face. His eyes- one gold and one black, crinkled with happy tears as his lips stretched into an ethereal smile, his hair a dishevelled mess around his ears.  

Felix was the crown prince to a kingdom bathed in betrayal and grief, while you were the heiress of a kingdom that prospered from the nobility that ruled it. Felix’s cousin was likely on the way, pulling her hair out in the frustration of being ousted. You would likely face the music for screaming at a boy in the gardens and then disappearing for hours on end- but in each other’s arms, the two of you were nothing more than each other’s special little forevers.

In that moment, it was truly all that mattered. 

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[talesabound]

I realize now that my writing course is over I can share some of the poems I wrote for my assignment. It got a 94% so there must be something good about them! So please, enjoy!

A feast for the forest

Autumn leaves prop your head in radiant golden crown, a carrion king splayed upon crimson throne.

Crumpled wings   that barely knew the touch of azure blue, now lie upon the earth in tattered ruin.

Hollow eyes watch bottled flies swarm in blackened haze, while bloated maggots gorge on rotted buffet.

Mottled plumage is stripped from flesh in morbid feathered feast, as broken bones break down into gourmet soil treat.

The Little Things

Have you ever just watched the flowers grow? Or sat silent amongst the falling snow. Enjoyed the aroma of green grown grass. Observed your reflection in fresh blown glass.

Have you ever studied the stars above? Tasted the lips of uncertain new love. Ran a marathon with all that you’ve got. Snuggled beneath blankets still blazing hot.

Have you felt the spray of salt on the sea? Or plucked an apple straight out of a tree. Cuddled a pet still deep in their slumber. Lain on a beach in the height of summer. These are the joys that set my heart singing. The little things that make life worth living.

The Admirer

I glimpsed you out amongst the trees today,   caught in frolic and shuttered sunbeam.   A picture moving frame by frame,   like living breathing oil painting.

Auburn hair streamed behind you in   flaming flowing mane, as you danced a merry dandy   among the blooming daisies.

I could hear you singing,   your voice like strummed harp string. Laughter drifting on the breeze, soft like floating dandelion seeds

I sat and watched you till the sun ran low, till you vanished beneath the fog of firefly glow.

[mxpseudonym]

Just Good Business II

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, "wife”

Summary: After your arranged marriage with Tommy Shelby, Tommy is MIA while you become one of the Shelby’s

Length: 1549 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Overtones of forced/arranged marriage, otherwise strong “My husband is clueless” vibes

A/N: Part III is very likely!

Part I | Part III

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As far as things that sounded interesting went, marriage wasn't one of them. Sure, the lead up was fun enough, but a wedding wasn't a marriage, that was for sure. Your first few months with Tommy only confirmed it. 

You'd consummated your marriage on your wedding night, and even once more, when you decided that sharing the master bedroom was a must. But after that, Tommy was always gone. Over three months, you could count the number of times Tommy came to bed on two hands, and the times you actually woke up next to him on one. If he wasn't in London or Birmingham, which was nearly always, he was locked away in the home office. More than upset, though, it made you curious.

"He does everything on his own, for better or worse," Polly said when you got the Shelby women together for tea.

"Head as hard as a rock," Ada tsked Tommy, who wasn't there to defend himself. 

In Tommy's absence, you found yourself getting to know the rest of the Shelby's. It wasn't just relocating from many of your friends and your dubious relationship with your own family that made you cling to them. On occasion, when they allowed themselves to be, the Shelby’s were a lot of fun. 

"I can't!" You jumped back from the horse troughs and the goldfish swimming inside with a laugh. 

"Stop being a scaredy-cat, y/n," Finn teased, expertly picking up a fish with his bare hands. "You can't even touch one." 

"Lady's aren't used to slummin' it, Finn," Isaiah said, nudging his friend with his elbow. Along with meeting Ada for talks about politics and occasionally drinking John under the table, you'd gotten into the habit of throwing big picnics for your new nieces and nephews birthdays. John's small army allowed for two in a month, but that didn't stop you from rallying the troops. Between getting to frolic around the gardens barefoot and teaching the children how to catch fireflies, this was your favorite part about being married. Fish, however, was where your steady nerve stalled a bit.

"It's not too bad, sister," Arthur urged you. Tommy's older brother was sweeter than you imagined. You weren't a fool, you'd asked about the Peaky Blinders during your London escapades. Arthur being comparable to a rabid dog was amongst the rumors. But here he was, kneeling by the troughs and guiding your hand into the paths of goldfish. 

"You're okay. Just take a deep breath," Arthur said when you almost pulled away. The soft scales brushed against your fingertips making you shiver, but Finn and Isaiah's cheers of encouragement kept you going until you did it yourself. Arthur cleared his throat while you tried cupping your palms around one. 

"How's my brother treatin' you?" he asked.

"I don't see him much, but pretty well, I suppose. Big house, lovely new brothers, who's to complain?" You shrugged. 

"If Tommy gives you any trouble, you let us know," Finn said, high fiving Isaiah, who was shaking his head.

"Alright, simmer down, Finn," Arthur murmured, then turned back to you. "He's right, though. We'll talk sense into Tommy."

"Not that you can't do it on your own, Mrs. Shelby. The way Tommy talks about you, I bet you're keeping him in line," Isaiah joked. Arthur gave him a warning look while you raised an eyebrow. How did Tommy talk about you?

"Aunt y/n!" Katie came running around the corner, stopping any questions you may have had.

"Hello, birthday girl!" You hugged her when she was close enough. She really was a spitting image of John. 

"Can we eat cake?" She asked. 

"Yes, we can eat cake." 

The cake was eaten, gifts were opened, and Ada had just joined the children in a game of tag when Francis, the head of the house staff, came to you with word that your husband was home. 

People of habit always stay that way, so finding Tommy in his office was easy. Tommy was just about to pour a glass of whiskey when you entered after a brief knock. 

"You know, knocking doesn't mean you can just enter," Tommy said, looking over your birthday attire. It included a flower crown from Katie and no stockings. 

"Oh? What does it mean, then, Thomas?" You asked with more snap than expected. You did actually tell him about the birthdays. Whether or not he showed up was dependent on the stars aligning. He sat down the glass and turned to you with a sigh. 

"Alright, have at it. Go on and tell me your grievances."

There were so many things to say, you hardly knew which to choose first. Where the hell have you been? Where do you get off not greeting anyone in the house before hiding away? Are your manners lost somewhere alongside your damn mind leading to such a greeting? But the bridge of his nose was pinched between his thumb and forefinger, so you weighed your options and chose the most important one.

"Did you wish Katie a happy birthday?" You asked. He wasn't expecting that, you could tell. 

"No, not yet."

"Come on, then." You walked to the door and held it open until he walked out first. Seeing Tommy kiss Katie's cheek and slip her a coin was satisfactory enough, so you quickly got swept into the shenanigans going on by the gramophone. Polly told you that you looked wilder that day, and like one of the family. She also mentioned on her way out that Tommy stayed for a bit and could hardly take his eyes off of you while you danced with the kids. 

"Polly," you warned. The all-knowing matriarch put her hands up as a white flag.

"There are worse things than your husband loving you and vice versa," Polly said, ever so sly.

Love? After washing up, you thought about what she said while browsing the downstairs library. Of course, there was nothing wrong with loving your spouse, some would even say it was preferred. Even if one of you had something to confess, what did it matter?

"I'm sure you have some things to say to me," Tommy's voice broke through your thoughts and gave you a start.

"Fucking hell!"

"I did knock," he said, smirking a little. You looked over the robe and slippers you'd gotten him, knowing it made him feel too posh but not being able to resist a bit of teasing in retaliation for being ignored. 

"It's alright, I was just grabbing a book." You picked one up and walked towards him. "All I have to say is I don't like the way you talked to me earlier. I don't care how stressed you are." 

"I'm sorry," he apologized with no hesitation. You nodded and went to leave, only for Tommy to stop you. He pulled you back, his hands on your waist. Nothing prepared you for your husband wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his cheek against your belly. You slowly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

"Are you alright? Has something happened?" 

"I've got blood on my hands, y/n. Done things I'm not proud of," he murmured. You could only just make out what he was saying. "And I don't stop. I want you to be angry with me for bringing you along with this and putting you up in my house then leaving you alone. Talking to you how I did and putting you and everyone in danger." After a moment, you let out a chuckle.

"Thomas, what the fuck are you talking about?" You couldn't help it really, even when you looked down to see those distressed blue eyes. You pressed the back of your hand on his cheeks and forehead. "Are you ill, Sir?"

"I'm not. I mean it y/n, you've no idea what's gone on." Tommy shook his head and rested it on your stomach again. You scoffed at the man. 

"First of all, you haven't put me up in your house, you've put me up in my house, remember? I just let you live here sometimes," you reminded him of whose name was on the deed. It was for the sake of business, but it was also a gift. Tommy let the corner of his mouth tug up a bit. 

"Second, if you think your wife is dense, think again. Did you think I wouldn't do a bit of research? Ask around? I don't just sit around all day, Polly does like to keep me active, Tom. Plus, one of my mates works at that rum bakery, you think I don't keep tabs on you?" You gave him a knowing look. If you could catch him before he was out the door, you'd have already given him a lecture on getting involved with Alfie Solomons. 

"Ah," Tommy hummed. "That's why you told me to tighten up on security."

"Mmhm. Third of all," you grasped Tommy's face and made him look at you. "When I agreed to marry you, did I ask you where your hands have been?"

"No." 

"No." You shook your head. "And maybe that's my burden to bear, but I'll always look out for myself, don't worry. And I'm not scared of blood, Mr. Shelby." You leaned down and kissed his forehead. 

"Clever, bloody woman," Tommy murmured. 

"The cleverest," You agreed.

--

Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor

[babbushka]

hi ily Mrs. Z, and happy sinday💛💛 i gotta get some medieval!Kylo and the letter J

J = Jack Off 

There’s something delicious about it, the way you frolic through the tall grasses. You’re a shroud of silk organza, glorious glowing radiant in the sun. After a long week of ruling the kingdom, he has taken you to the Lake Country, has stolen you away from the duties of royalty, has hidden you among the flowers all for himself. And you, you were more than thrilled to go, for while you adored the people which called you their Queen, you longed for time alone with your husband.

Time alone with Kylo was given and celebrated in the Lake Country. He’s watching you, watching you from where he has lazily set up a picnic, a long blanket which protects him from the dirt below his feet. Sam is grazing happily, far away but not so far that she won’t hear when he whistles for her, when the day is done. But for now, Kylo is glad she is far and away, for he can take in the full beauty of your smile and the full form of your figure as it shines through your clothes.

You had taken off your outer dress, no need for propriety here. You’re picking strawberries, red ripe berries that spill sticky sweet juice down your chin, stain your sheer shift. Of course it is sheer, of course, Kylo thinks as he twists his spit-slicked hand up and down the length of his cock. Of course it is sheer because there’s no reason for it not to be, and every single curve and bend and turn of your body glows in the sunlight, illuminates you like some Heavenly being, and of course, of course he is hard from it.

He is propped against the firm bark of a tree, one with knobby spindling branches that drape soft leaves which whisper in the breeze. Propped up like this, he watches as you pick the strawberries, eat them, savor them with a moan of happiness that may or may not be exaggerated for his benefit.

“Darling,” Kylo calls loud enough to alert you, “Darling come here.”

You smirk, recognizing the hitch in his throat, the wobble to his voice. He bites at his lip when you turn to him and allow his mortal eyes to gaze upon your ethereal beauty, the see-through fabric of your shift giving way to your breasts, your stomach, the thatch of hair between your legs. Oh, how he wants to get himself between your legs.

“What is this?” You ask with a playful smile, tongue stained deep red from the berries, “Is this all for me?”

Kylo groans low in his throat as you straddle his hips, kneeling above his waist. His breath comes in pants as he jerks himself off, his cock hard hot heavy in his calloused palm. You are so soft, so beautiful, naked before him, and his mouth salivates, desperate for a taste.

“May I?” He asks, throat clicking from how eager he is, and you only grin, only lean in to kiss him, to give him what he wants.

His hips buck up as his wrist moves faster faster faster, for now that he has you within reach, now that he has your lips on his own, he is on fire. His veins thrum as the white bright blinding spot of pleasure builds up up up in the pit of his stomach, and your hands do nothing to soothe the flame.

While he strokes his hard cock and drools into your mouth, you smooth your smart fingers across his body, grinding your hips down against his.

“Kylo,” You hum, a hum which he swallows down eagerly, allows it to fill him with more of that dangerous haze of satin lust, “Kylo I want it too.”

He nods, so quick to give you everything you could ever ask for, something that will bring you both the satisfaction you desire. He shoves the gauzy fabric of your shift up enough that his cock can rub across the folds of your glistening pussy, making the both of you pant into each other’s mouths.

“Oh!” You grin against him, and he licks across your teeth like a man possessed, his free hand cupping your breast and circling your nipple with his thumb.

His breath is harsh and yours is sweet like summer wine, and ne nudges the head of his cock against your clit, rubs it back and forth until those wandering hands of yours settle into his dark hair, grab a tight hold and keep him just out of reach of your lips.

“Hurry,” You encourage, “Hurry and come so you can fuck me.”

The thought of fucking you here has him over the edge, and he curses low as hot ropes of his come splatter across your inner thighs, staining and sticking your shift, making the sheer fabric cling to your skin. He watches as it paints your body, his palm, the earth, and the very sight has him nearly hard again.

Because of course this won’t be enough, not at all. He knows, he does this often, jacks off while you’re on top of him, teases himself with your body, teases himself with having you so close but just out of reach. He’ll come and it won’t be enough, never enough, it won’t be until he’s got you underneath him splayed out so pretty, naked amongst the flowers.

And out here, where there’s nothing in all the world but just you two, nothing but the birds and the bumblebees and the fresh ripe strawberries growing near the shimmering banks of crystal clear water – he knows the moment he can move from this state of bliss, you’ll both take your fill of one another, out there in the Lake Country.

[cupsofsuga]

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - this is in the order of the member’s obtained! thanks for the request, daisy! also, creds for idea goes to @bangtans-apollo​!!!

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Headcanons on how the fanclub discovered each other and reacted to each other’s obsession for YN? ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

ah, the melancholic suffering of a lovelorn teenager

how he holds nothing but an eternity in the crevices of his heart

the serene sunlight, words dripped in saccharine, cloyed gestures

nothing hurts more than praying to whatever god truly exists that you’ll return the adoration but finding the fatal fate of no response

and that leaves jin now, seething with envy that could intimidate a pack of wolves

how dare the teacher not pair you up with your soulmate!? it’s just blasphemy!

someone gets to soak in the glitter of your presence, they get to bathe in the rain after a century in sunlight

all while he has to waste precious hours of his time with some plastic nobody

he has to waste time with bland, boring kim taehyung

he’s a dull star amongst a million planets, a saturated wasteland amongst an oasis of color

and how jin’s blood burns seeing that you flash that summer smile to someone who most certainly doesn’t deserve it

ditching the dinner date with his soulmate, jin is forced to work on this godforsaken project with the loner

if only you two had run away when you got the chance, relishing in each other’s warmth as he holds the privilege of looking into your eyes, which he finds resemble dewdrops held upon spider’s silk

that is the honeyed heaven he so badly craves to taste

and as he stumbles around taehyung’s adobe, the curiosity held within jin get’s the best of him as he stumbles into his bedroom

and oh god, what secrets did he uncover

your face, his lover’s face plastered all over the walls and ceiling

some even had his face punctured out of them, some taken without your consent, one’s that jin even took himself

and there’s that one sweater you once ranted to jin how you swore it vanished into thin air, and how he teased that ghost in your attic probably snatched it

if it was physically possible, there’d be steam seeping out of jin’s ears

he clutches his fists so tight, there would most likely be blood drawn; he clenches his teeth so tightly, he fears they might crack under the pressure

but, before jin turns tail, he then sees taehyung as fear swims in his irises

and then jin feels it,

a revelation, an act of generosity

❝ i think you could be useful… ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

with every breath he takes, there lies humiliation

shame, a ruthless emotion he swore he’d never live to see the depths of

the summer amongst the dark clouds, all lied on a silver platter for your supposed boyfriend to see

but there is kindness in jin’s eyes, a sliver of evil dripped with every word he speaks

and therein, we have witnessed the blooming of the “writing club,” whose only members were lovelorn kids who’ve infatuation got the best of them

with some sugar-laced words, jin had managed to maintain a room for their meetings after school, taehyung quickly ditching his art club for these fleeting moments spent with the man closest to his love

no, taehyung had never been fond of jin, but, holds undying respect for him, anyways

his heaven lies in his words, his sunlight is seen in his eyes, the fate he craves so desperately is clutched in his hands

and it’s only so long before his grip weakens, and taehyung can rob jin of his pleasures in his moment of vulnerability

but, that future must wait as it frolics in the back of taehyung’s head

he must gain the trust of your childhood best friend before he catches his infinity like a firefly in a jar

but, with that being said, taehyung doesn’t mind all the hours he spent huddled in the tree outside your house, hiding behind a canopy of leaves as he admires the dream before him

he’ll sketch your face (which he can now draw from memory) in his notepad, ethereal poetry and doodles held around your sparkling face

he’ll snap a few photos, catching the fireworks and shooting stars in the purity of the fleeting moment

to simply have the privilege to love you silently holds the light of a million stars

oh, how he loves you…

how the earth bruises your cheeks, the moon litters your skin, the stars possess your eyes and the rings of saturn held in your touch

there’s pure bliss within every heartbeat lept

and there’s only so much time before he has you all to himself

he just hopes no burden will stop him from such…

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

the student’s that litter around these halls resemble parasites

all feeding off the others, annoying them with their deafening disunity, and all trailing behind others like burdens

but, there’s always been that one, that one that stands out like a sore thumb

bland, boring kim taehyung

a boy capable of summoning enough envy and rage within jungkook to crumble planets to nothing but ashes floating throughout the galaxy

how he denies his infatuation for you with red cheeks, but anyone with eyes can see those “adorable” dimples puncture his cheeks whenever he sees you in the halls

how he isn’t burdened by the overwhelming fate of unrequited love, drowning in his jealousy when you simply look at someone else

how he stalks in class you like a hawk would to prey, probably undressing you with his eyes like the freak he is!

how he simply exists, and how it makes jungkook churn with rage

and that leaves him now, dodging students as the race out of the school, hot on the tail of his rival

he must end him before he could potentially hold your heart in his hands

that single idea makes jungkook gag…

he hears taehyung’s voice, shoving a scoff back down his throat that could potentially jeopardize his identity

there’s another voice, too, but, jungkook assumes it’s another one of those art freaks who’s also pretentious with coincidences

then there’s your name, and it would’ve sounded like it was dripped in gold if it didn’t leave the mouth of his sworn enemy

and then he hears of this writing club, and jungkook seethes

these lowlifes get to breathe in the fragrance of those fleeting moments, which is a fate jungkook whose he is well-deserving of, not them

to simply touch the crevices of your soul carved in silk for just a mere second is a privilege

and letting these cretins possess that opportunity is simply unholy

despite holding a burning hatred for the rest of the memories, for you, jungkook would drag himself through the depths of hell

he just prays that the club members don’t pray too far under his skin

he doesn’t know if he can control himself.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

oh, y/n l/n…

an angel in the purest form, a humid june afternoon

they are a touch softer than autumn’s breeze, their word’s sharper than winter’s embrace, eyes starlit like the dreamy land of springtime, their presence like the bliss of summer and the melancholic longing after it’s demise

they hold within them the entire galaxy and namjoon can’t help but stare

but, there’s another pair of eyes

and they are burning bullet wounds into his soul with a craving to mutilate him swimming in their irises

as the bell rings its tumultuous song and deadbeat kids begin to litter the halls, namjoon is suddenly shoved against the locker by no other than the modern-day jeffrey dahmer

jeon jungkook, dust amongst a field of flowers

his sadistic pleasures and his lust for blood, the holy scent of iron that smoothes out all the creases

❝ if i catch you staring at my Y/N like that again, i’ll tear you apart limb from limb. ‘got it, dipshit? ❞

he is in all means terrifying, but, is nothing but a little boy to namjoon

time has passed, a damn near million tabs are held upon the screen all containing the history of namjoon and his family’s wealth

jin, who had been reported the incident by a fuming jungkook had found an opportunity in the depths of his teenage angst

he’ll feed into namjoon’s desire to touch you across hundreds of separating years

he’ll pray into his craving to kiss you as the naked moon sets for the final time

he’ll reach into his heart and use namjoon for his benefit

and how the rest of the members all fed off of his wealth like parasites

anything their little heart desired, they’d hold in their possession

as much as namjoon longs to deny them pleasure, he had been threatened to lose his place in the club and every inkling of access he has to you if he dared disobey

and namjoon would rather die than lose his love to the eternal night

the strange and enigmatic masterpiece, the ancient moon across a sea of stars

his violet lover has been sawed through by nostalgia, and his infatuation glows harder than a summer sunset

although jin’s intentions have a mile or two to run before they stab him in the back, namjoon still has a clear vision of his goal

and there shall be no burden before he meets his longed fate.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

you, a flower itself, flood his brains like a tsunami to a pitiful city

you, a strawberry in winter, hold sly ways of slithering your way into the recesses of his heart once more

that leaves jung hoseok here, letting the teacher’s words fade to white noise as he doodles your name adorned with hearts on flowers in his notebook

there is distant gossip and whispers that echo from afar, which hoseok picks up due to his childlike curiosity

it begun with useless chitter-chatter, then dissolving to the melodic sound of your name which tumbles from their lips

he listens as the two boys curse the teacher for giving you a D on your exam, them mentioning this supposed ‘club’ that circled everything around you

hoseok was smart, he could raise your grade!

oh, how hoseok would just die to help you with your studies!

with a paradise sparkling in his eyes, he sparks up a conversation with the group, also known as kim namjoon and jeon jungkook

but, the doe-eyed teenager hisses at him, barking at him to ‘keep his fucking mouth shut’

he takes the hint, leaving the conversation with a silent ocean welling up in his eyes

but, this is the embodiment of hope that sits in this dull classroom

he’ll crawl around the corners of his soul till he’s enervate to retrieve what he has longed for

and that leads us up to now, as hoseok stalks to the two from a safe distance, watching as they disappear to the writing club

and just before the door closes, hoseok peeks through the crack of the door and finds the identity of kim seokjin, a boy he’s seen accompany you multiple times

the following day, while the students all stare in confusion for the small boy walking through the halls, hoseok finds him and confronts him

by the look of purified fear, this ‘writing club’ was a hushed secret, and him knowing of this secret was dangerous enough, as it is

after negotiating about how he’d contribute to your satisfaction, jin had no choice but to accept his offer

he doesn’t want this loud-mouthed kid to run up and down the halls preaching about their sins, anyways

the rest of the club members didn’t favor his arrival, all shooting looks of envy and hatred

but, there was no other choice

their fate is written in the stars and complimented with a wax steal upon an envelope.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

opening his locker, jimin finds a taste of eden’s garden as he finds your face strung upon the wall

there’s irises, rivers, fairies, and peaches within the single picture cutout from the yearbook as he sighs dreamily at the sight

his daydream of honeyed days is quickly disrupted as his best friend, hoseok interrupts his thoughts with stars circling in his eyes

before he can find the words to scold him, hoseok begins rambling about this ‘club’ at a rate to fast for jimin to decipher

he hears tales of his dreams, a chance to taste your beauty

this most definitely sparked his undying interest, ushering his best friend to continue with his intentions to get the boy warped in this world

thus, we are taken to the night where the clock reads 3:38 AM in it’s bright, neon hues

the boys would never dream of staying up this late, especially on a tuesday night as the fear for the scolding of their parents’ echos, but, the adrenaline that seeps through their veins serves as a protection

because of the prophecy of this new club, they are rebelling

and as a new day rises and the sun shimmers in all of its celestial beauty, the boys have come up with a plan

every club needs a mission manager!

and who else would be perfect for this job no other than park jimin…? right?

well, let’s just say, despite his unreasonable, childish, and almost dangerous plans, the rest of the boys weren’t happy upon his arrival

the sighs of annoyance to his careless nature, the scoffs of envy when he speaks words of poetry about everything as little as when you made eye contact that one time 2 months ago

jimin’s contribution isn’t favored, but, if it’s for you, all 6 boys are willing to drag themselves through hell and back

every member holds an undying love for the god/goddess themself, all possessing a wild heart that they’d bled dry if you asked

and jimin is just one branch of the group who also holds an intense infatuation

the water to his parched heart, the flowering spring in a winter haze

he has found the sun as it shimmers against the snow

and nothing is as holy as this.

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

another dull day at the café, yoongi listens to his longing for spring’s voice

his hatred for this place burns bright and softly, as he dwells in the anger held within his small body

the college kids, the early morning joggers, all possessing ways of churning yoongi’s anger, one-by-one

obligated to put on a plastic smile for their sake has wars prancing through his head

but then, there’s you

oh, and those lively eyes he craves to gaze into for eternity and the soft furrow in your brow when you stare at the menu

he is mesmerized and listens to the songs of summer as he drowns in your stare

you haven’t taken notice to the hearts that swirl within his eyes as you order, unfortunately, and therefore leave a boy longing for a taste of the sun

during this fit of a daydream, 6 boys stumble in, all conversing at abnormally obnoxious levels

yoongi has to shove a scoff back down his throat and bring a halt to the urge to roll his eyes and dresses himself in the facade

as they all order and then continue their chatter elsewhere, yoongi can resume his illusions about your sparkled presence

whilst in the process of finishing a cappuccino, he hears the sugary melody of your name

he freezes, then concludes he must be hallucinating, resuming the process of the drink in his hands

after all, spending hours upon hours in this sacred place causes his mind to go hazy at times

the lilied waters of your eyes, skin like roses in the evening

you are so, so very loved by the boy at the café

starting up the hot chocolate with “extra sugar,” he hears it once more

does he need to stretch out his sleeping schedule or was this real?

were they truly speaking of you, or has he truly gone insane in the late afternoon?

peeking over his shoulder, that’s when yoongi sees it

your face was drawn upon a notepad, all fluttered hearts and empty petals around your face

the soul of the planets, the green pigment of the gardens, all held in this stranger’s arms

with determination, yoongi is required to learn more of this guest who spoke hushed tales of you

he’d do anything to know more about the star who enlightens his grey days

and now, the club is complete.