#Fireflies Of The Forest Heart ♡

[talkbycolor]

mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

[viviennevermillion]

ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀꜱ...

❝ there's no storm we can't outrun, we will always find the sun, leave the past and all its scars [...] ; if we're facing endless night, take my hand and join the fight, past the clouds we'll find the stars... ❞ — cast of once upon a time

notes: these wedding headcanons are part of our @briarvalleyarchives wedding event! it was super fun brainstorming how weddings would be in the characters' homelands. used my own experience of german customs for vil's, for leona i checked out some kenyan wedding traditions and lion king lore! hope you guys like these ♡

contains: wedding headcanons, character x gn!reader

characters: malleus, vil, azul, leona

warnings: some blood in malleus's (pricking your finger)

You were a little nervous, when the day had finally come for Queen Maleficia to introduce you to her kingdom's people as Prince Malleus's fiance. News that the heir to the throne of Briar Valley was getting married travelled very far very quickly, and that despite the lack of modern technology. But contrary to your fears and extensive list of worst case scenarios, you were well-received as Malleus's beloved and your prince was more than excited about the upcoming wedding.

According to Briar Valley traditions, both of your wedding attire is going to be black, as it is the royal color of the Draconia family. Nevertheless, neither the queen nor the people will mind you having a little color on your otherwise black clothing, symbolizing how you were not native to your beloved's kingdom; yet your union made you a part of fae society nonetheless, regardless of your origins.

The wedding venue is deep in the forest and has been in preparation by the castle staff for months. Malleus and you are to be wed under a floral arbor, decorated with roses from Malleus's garden.

On the day of the ceremony, butterflies and fireflies surround the venue and rose petals are scattered across it.

You're waiting under the arbor as the queen leads Malleus down the aisle, guided by small forest fae who were chosen as the ring bearers. They carry a small wooden basket with local plants of Briar Valley and the rings are placed upon them. Halfway through, Queen Maleficia lets go of her grandson's arm and lets him walk the rest of the way to you on his own, symbolizing her trust in him to walk his own path from here on out and a new part of his life beginning. You can see a soft smile on her face that is only seen from the usually so serious and stern queen on rare occasions. The guests are assembled at the side of the venue, watching you unite under the arbor and giving you their blessings.

You and Malleus exchange your vows. He takes your hands into his as he speaks to you. "I have to confess that when I met you, I was inexperienced and still had so much to learn about this world. But sharing these experiences with you, exploring what lies beyond the borders of my home by your side, were some of the happiest moments of my life and I still have no doubt that they marked the beginning of something even more grand to come", Malleus's expression was so loving and soft, but you could also tell how giddy and excited he was feeling inside, "just by being there, you brought so much color and vibrance into my life and made me look at the world through different eyes. From the moment we met, I never wanted to lose you and now I promise to you to stay by your side forever, if you allow me. I love you dearly and with all my heart."

Malleus listens attentively to your vows and his heart beats faster when he hears them. He's definitely tearing up.

In remembrance of the Thorn Fairy, it is custom in Briar Valley to prick your finger on a thorn to sign the wedding certificate. Malleus heals the cut with his magic immediately, so there's no need to worry.

Next you shall be crowned as part of the royal family. Every member of the Draconia family receives a custom-made crown. You have a say in deciding how it looks and Malleus hasn't actually seen it until he gets to place it on top of your head at the ceremony. Before doing so, he kisses the dragon markings on your forehead or the skin where they should be, if you had them, and you do the same with him. Malleus smiles as he feels your lips on his markings, taking your hand into his once more and squeezing it gently. You know him too well not to be aware that he's basically itching to pull you into a kiss.

Malleus and you exchange rings and are pronounced newlyweds. "You may kiss-"

Malleus's lips are already on yours before that sentence is even finished. He kisses you deeply and lovingly and holds you tightly in his arms. He doesn't let go of you just yet even after the kiss has ended, hugging you closely and nuzzling your temple.

It is said that the marriage is sealed with true love's kiss.

The eldest fairies in the royal court bestow their magic blessings on you. How effective these actually are? You're not sure, but you're willing to be surprised.

The wedding reception is held in Malleus's rose garden and the guests are reduced to the royal court, both of your family members, friends and the closest noble associates to the Draconia family.

Bowls with flowers as well as twigs decorate the tables at the reception and fairy lights adorn the rose garden.

Traditional Briar Valley folk music plays as you and your guests dance the night away.

Vil and you ring in your wedding celebrations with a "Polterabend", as is typical in the area of the Shaftlands that Vil lives in. This custom is held on the night before the wedding. The guests bring porcelain, but also commonly flowerpots and ceramics to the party that are later smashed onto the ground, supposedly to bring good luck to the couple.

A barbecue is held to provide food for the guests. Vil made sure there's lots of salads and grilled vegetables as well to provide enough variety of foods. Lively chatter can be heard at the tables between your family members and friends as drinks are served.

This gathering is used as an opportunity to accept well-wishes from acquaintances, co-workers and people who aren't able to come to the actual wedding. They stop by for a while to give wedding cards and small gifts to you and Vil. This includes your former classmates from NRC.

"Epel, I swear to the Seven, this is your grandmother's antique tableware, don't you dare", Vil scolds his Pomefiore underclassman as the porcelain smashing ceremony is about to begin. "Are you kidding me, this is the literal point of this evening", Epel pouts. Vil also has to stop Ace from smashing a whole mirror. "Did you never hear about smashing a mirror meaning 7 years of bad luck?", Vil sighs. "Aw, come on, let them have their fun for the night", you chuckle. Vil raises his eyebrows at you. "If we end up cursed, it's your fault."

The actual wedding ceremony happens on the next day at the registry office. You greet your guests in front of the building and provide them with champagne and juice to toast to your marriage. The guests take their seats and eagerly await the beginning of the ceremony. You and Vil have decided to walk in together. One of your guests sings a love song with a piano accompaniment as you two enter and take your seats in front of the registrar's desk. Vil's dad is tearing up as he sees you walk in to the slow music.

You and Vil exchange vows. "Y/n... I have met plenty of people who have said that there's hardly one who understands beauty better than I do. But you proved to me that there were things I had yet to see and understand about the beauty surrounding me", Vil smiles at you and takes your hand into his, "your love made me see a new kind of beauty in this world and just like the radiance of the Beautiful Queen, our love, too, will shine on eternally. I cherish every day we spend together and I know that I can count on you to be there through the good times and the bad. And I promise that I will stay by your side and love you more with every year that passes. I will be there for you whenever you need me. I love you with all my heart."

You exchange rings (Vil's own design) and the registrar makes your marriage official. Vil seals his promise with a kiss. His kiss is soft and doesn't last very long, but you know he's saving the passionate kisses for later.

The guests congratulate you for your union and you leave the building, getting into the car that has been specifically rented for the occasion and decorated with flowers. With your guests behind you, you drive to the reception, hearing them honk their car horns in celebration of your wedding. "I just know we're interrupting some poor soul's afternoon nap", Vil sighs and chuckles.

A log has been placed in front of the entrance of your wedding reception, resembling the first obstacle you and Vil have to overcome as newlyweds. Vil's father hands you the saw to cut it as per tradition. "Hold on, I need to get my gloves", Vil gets his gloves from the car and you chuckle at how on brand this was for him. God forbid Vil Schoenheit breaks a nail on his wedding day. But since Vil is pretty physically strong, the two of you saw through the log rather quickly. "Magnifique!", Rook exclaims and starts clapping.

As the wedding reception you picked an elegant ballroom that reminds you a lot of Pomefiore during your school years. Carefully designed flower bouquets decorate the tables.

You and Vil sit down at the forefront of the tables where all your guests are able to see you. Before the buffet is opened, one of you holds a speech, thanking the guests for the gifts and their attendance and telling the story of how you met and fell in love. Vil's father and optionally, your closest family members, hold speeches as well to express their joy about your union.

After everyone has finished dinner, you share your first dance on the ballroom floor. Vil being Vil, has actually practiced this dance with you for a while before the wedding. Still, even if you'd step on his foot today, he's too happy to care. A slow song plays as you seem to only have eyes for each other for as long as your waltz lasts.

Once your dance concludes, you open the dancefloor to your guests as well to dance with their partners, friends and family. Vil and you hand-picked every song on your wedding playlist.

Sometime later during the evening, your guests have prepared some speeches and party games for you, including a slideshow of your most important memories together and a round of musical chairs which Vil happens to win.

Azul and you decide to hold two wedding celebrations, both under the sea and on land. You hire a wedding planner to help you set the whole thing up and you convince Azul not to charge the guests for the food.

Only your closest family members and friends attend the wedding ceremony under the sea, to make sure that Azul is able to provide enough potions for all of you to breathe underwater.

He's totally the nervous one out of the two of you. Kinda freaks out internally if anything doesn't go according to plan and during the time you spend planning your wedding, he sometimes needs you to take his mind off things and let him rest his head in your lap as you run your fingertips through your fiance's silver hair.

Since there's no real "wedding attire" for merfolk, Azul receives some traditional coral sea body paint which is temporary and luminous. You cup his cheeks before the ceremony. "You're so pretty", you gush quietly and Azul reminds you to save this for after the wedding with a blush on his face.

Azul's mother has to be the happiest guest. She sweeps her son up in a hug. "Awww my little Azul is getting married....they grow up so fast", she wipes her tears, "I remember when you were just 3 and you tried practicing your signature with ink on our living room walls." You giggle. "Mum...please", Azul groans and hides his expression behind his hand.

In remembrance of the mermaid princess's beautiful singing, the mermaids who have been invited to your wedding sing for you as you are united in front of the altar. Azul wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you listen to the siren song.

During your vows, you make sure to drive the point home about how beautiful you think Azul is inside and out, something that still gets him a little flustered even after all this time.

"My dearest y/n", Azul begins his own vows and can't resist pressing a kiss to your forehead before continuing with his speech, "when we met, my heart knew no rest nor satisfaction. I grasped for everything within my reach because I myself was unsure of what I was looking for. I know now, that what I really needed was closure and acceptance and love. You were there throughout my journey so far and I want you to be there for the rest of it. I have grown to love you from the bottom of my heart and I fall in love with you more and more every day. I want to share my future with you and I'll stand by your side, come what may, for as long as you'll let me be part of your world."

You seal your marriage with a soft and loving kiss and Azul can't repress the joyful "It's a deal!" that comes out of his mouth. "The only contract I'll be happy to sign with you", you joke.

You receive headpieces that are decorated with shells, featuring a golden shell reminiscent of the necklace the Sea Witch used to wear as the centerpiece.

After the ceremony you are given gifts by your guests. The merfolk typically give you items from land to accompany you on your journey beyond the sea, a tradition that originated from the collection of the mermaid princess and her union with the human prince.

Your celebration on land happens the day after at the beach. There's food and drinks and the atmosphere is as lively as you would expect from a beach wedding. There's sparklers and a bonfire as well.

As the sun sets, you and Azul are sent off in a boat to a ship you have rented where the celebration continues. Your closest friends accompany you with boats as well before the rest of your guests follow you. Your merfolk guests are watching from the surface of the sea.

The wedding celebration ends with a huge firework at midnight. "I love you", Azul whispers to remind you as the fireworks light up the night sky. He has his arms wrapped around you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

After the guests have left the ship, you and Azul are sent off to your honeymoon together.

Leona sees his family members gather around him and ask him a million questions about your upcoming wedding and everyone seems to have their own ideas for how to improve the festivities for the second prince. “You know”, he holds you in his arms on the evening before the wedding, “it’s not too late to ditch everyone and have a shotgun wedding in a neighboring country.” You chuckle and shake your head. “I think Farena would have a crisis if we did that.”

A couple of months before the wedding, the royal family invites your family and they get together over dinner to get to know each other better and discuss your wedding plans with you. Farena is really happy that Leona is getting married and that he’s seeing him actually put effort into something. 

The wedding ceremony is held at Pride Rock, just as recorded for every royal couple since the time of the King of Beasts. You, along with several guests, are wrapped in cloth and Leona has to guess which one is his betrothed. His senses never fail him though.

“You know, it would have been so embarrassing if you actually got it wrong. I would have never let you live this down”, you tease him. Leona shrugs. “Literally no one else here smells this much like herbivore”, he smirks and pokes your side affectionately. “I like to think this is a compliment”, you grin. “It is by now. I thought you were a pain back when I met you”, he whispers into your ear. You roll your eyes with a laugh. “What? I’m not allowed to say this during my vows, might as well do it now”, Leona pulls you close as your guests are busy talking to each other, “I don’t know what possessed you to stick around even through my obvious annoyance and terrible attitude but you crawled your way into my heart. I admit I wasn’t…the easiest person to love in the beginning. But I promise that I’ll never let you down again. Or… overblot. Actually I would appreciate it if we could just forget about the overblot.” Leona cringes. “Anyway, ‘suppose what I wanted to say is, thank you for stickin’ by me. I love you. A lot, actually. There was a long time where I didn’t really see a future for myself. But now I do. And I want to spend it with you.”

You are escorted to the wedding ceremony by your respective families. They shake hands before entering the venue together, accompanied by singing, dancing and drums. 

Leona’s official vows are very formal and something you knew Farena had beta-read. Nevertheless, you appreciate the gesture. You and Leona exchange rings and your families sign off on it as you are pronounced a married couple. Leona pulls you close and kisses you, wrapping his tail around your waist.

Your closest relatives and associates of the royal court assemble in a circle with you and Leona and your ceremony is concluded by the Royal Mjuzi giving his blessings for your marriage, just as it had already been done during the times where the King of Beasts roamed these lands. The Royal Mjuzi takes his bakora staff adorned with baobab fruits and shakes it in front of you. 

Leona and you light a unity candle before you ascend to the top of Pride Rock along with Farena and the queen. “I could lift you up and show you to the people like they did with Cheka when he was born”, Leona whispered with a smirk on his face. “I would prefer it if you do not do that”, you whisper back and shake your head. “Seriously don’t”, Farena warns his younger brother and Leona lets out a quiet laugh.

When you reach the top of Pride Rock, masses of people from Sunset Savannah have assembled below you, clapping and cheering as congratulations to your marriage. The royal family waves to the people and the live music reaches its climax.

As you descend from the large rock, the elders of the community give their wisdom and encouragement to you and Leona

The celebration after the ceremony happens on the palace grounds. Several emissaries from foreign countries as well as Sunset Savannah nobles have been invited and the celebration is also seen as an opportunity to improve Sunset Savannah’s ties with other nations. “Now we get to talk to stuck-up politicians, advocate for King Farena’s ideas and look pretty”, Leona whispers, never really having dropped the cynicism about his status as the second prince, “unless you’re open for suggestions…” “Leona, we’re not going to ditch the celebration, take a jeep out into the wilderness and kiss under the stars….okay maybe after the event we can do that.” “You know me too well”, your husband chuckles and wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“Do you think the great kings of the past give us their blessings as well?”, he asks, looking up at the stars. “I thought you said the stars were just giant balls of hot gas burning millions of miles away from us?”, you raise an eyebrow. “Eh, it’s a pick and choose thing for me, really”, Leona smiles and kisses your cheek, “I love you, herbivore.”

[pinkvaquita]

In a dream...

♡ Pairing: Pure Vanilla x White Lily

♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. Idk how to call it but I guess that works

♡ Warning: None

♡ Author's note: I can fucking belive I'm actually doing this omg-. First fanfic of this whole messI got myself into. I wrote and traduct this half sleep. Hope you enjoy it <3

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español <3

Pure Vanilla was in a place he had never seen before in his life. It was a deep forest in darkness, the sunlight seemed to be unable to penetrate the dense treetops. If under normal conditions he could barely see well what was a short distance from his face, now everything was nothing more than confused shadows surrounding him in every direction.

It was strange. He didn't understand what he was doing there or how he even got there, he didn't even remember it. He also had no idea which path he should take to get out of there, everything looked the same.

He took a deep breath, seeking to remain calm despite the worrying situation in which he had found himself. He closed his eyes to intensify the sensation of pure air entering his body, encountering by surprise a smell that was painfully familiar. White Lilies.

The air left him in a sad sigh, all his sighs were nothing but sadness as she returned to his mind. Especially when he was alone and with nothing to distract himself from a pain that tormented his poor heart, clinging to her for more years than he could count. He turned to the place where his nose told him the smell that meant melancholy to him came from.

He could not imagine the surprise he would feel when, upon managing to locate the exact point, his eyes opened slightly before a tiny but strong source of light. On a group of white lilies, there was a butterfly. Fragile, small, the color of polished silver, but with a brighter light than any firefly.

Pure Vanilla walked gently towards the small insect, observing it with attention and tenderness. Smiling slightly at this one.

The butterfly, after a few seconds of being still, took flight and began to enter the forest. A normal thing for any bug with wings, what was not normal was that when they flapped they sounded like the tinkling of bells. Or that it will leave behind it a path of tiny sparkles like dust. Even less than where it happened, the light it gave off showed more of those sets of white lilies, along with more butterflies with the same appearance and characteristics outside of their nature.

It took him a few seconds to realize that this was a sign, but when his eyes adapted better to the flashing spectacle he was able to understand it. It was a path.

“Where are you directing me?” —he asked without waiting for any answer. He himself had understood that the way to obtain an explanation was to let himself be carried away by curiosity. And a strange feeling that called him to continue.

The forest was still just as dark, but now with the path that opened before him it was impossible to fear. He felt safe and protected by the little guides, even if they could do nothing more than give him light.

The scent of lilies with each step felt more intense the further he went. It would have been overwhelming for anyone, but for him it was a motivation to not give up or stop. Without realizing it, he was running through the forest as if the heavy clothes did not stop him or he was afraid of tripping over a branch. He did not stop even when the trees gradually disappeared, in their place there were now bushes and vines that grew in size until they entirely covered the path.

Advancing through the thick nature was a difficult task. Walking while at the same time removing leaves and branches from your walk as well. But the fresh air that hit him as he left the compressed space there was no comparison to what was in front of him.

It was an entire field of lilies, on the horizon it was difficult to see that there were some other species, but the main one in that area was the variant that he would recognize anywhere. White lilies on the left, white lilies on the right and in the middle...

She was in the center. The light of the moon and the butterflies fluttering around her made her radiant beauty even more captivating to him. She wore the most beautiful white dress he could have imagined her in, as white as the flowers surrounding her and long that trailed on the floor. Oh, she looked like the queen he always thought she was.

“White Lily?”

She didn't respond with words to the call of her name, but the slight smile forming on her face was all Pure Vanilla needed to see to know it was her, to trust that it really was her.

He shouted her name as he ran again. With even more motivation as she began to extend her arms, waiting for him with them open to receive him after what he knew had been years of separation. Of pain. Of betrayal. Of guilt for abandoning her.

And when he finally had her at the tips of his fingers, when he was already rushing towards her with the joy that being together again gave him.

She disappeared into the very air, like the dust of the silver butterflies that brought him there.

And he woke up… alone in his room. Feeling the emptiness in his heart once again. Almost tearing up from how beautiful it was to see her, and how devastated it left him that they were just his dreams again.

[nandysparadox]

A Wish Your Heart Makes - Ch.4 ♡

Your rainbow will come smiling through

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Rated T - CW: flirting, romantic fluff, implied/referenced abuse - WC: 5706

@bitterpoison's art for this chapter - here!

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In truth, the anticipation had been killing Roman.

During the time he and Cinder were apart, he had been diligent with his studies — Roman attended each and every one of his lessons, he joined Rhys as they went through a list of suitors, scroll after scroll, and much to his tutors’ surprise, he’d even dared to appear in a Court session. And yet, try as he might, the thought of their encounter would simply not leave his mind. A seed of excitement had sprouted under his ribs, and soon enough, like vines that crawled over his veins, curiosity had threatened to take over his entire being.

Cinder was swift as he guided Roman through the trees and the underbrush, trailing the beaten-down paths of the forest. Dry leaves crackled under their feet, a remnant of winter, but by this time of spring, the trees had already bloomed silver. Their branches swayed as the wind picked up. Roman found himself increasingly giddy, the farther they ventured into the woods, at the prospect of arriving at their destination. Wherever that would be — Cinder had refused to clarify any further on the matter, even when they met up at the market. Instead, he’d simply smiled at him, and pulled Roman along for the journey, leaving his imagination to go wild.

As they ducked under a low branch, both of them rested a hand on a tree trunk, and their fingers brushed. The sudden near-touch sent sparks through him. Roman’s face heated. He trained his eyes firmly on the ground as he followed close behind,  battling the urge to reach out and link their hands together. Oh, how he wanted to entwine their fingers, to feel the warmth of Cinder's palm on his own.

Despite his best efforts, shoving down these sorts of feelings had become tantamount to an impossible task. Each sweet word Cinder spoke to him, each teasing touch the other followed by oblivious nonchalance, only drove Roman closer to the edge of madness. And all with that coy little smile that was as adorable as it was infuriating. If he kept it up, Roman would lose his mind, surely.

Cinder did seem to have that effect on him.

An abrupt turn around an oak tree tore him away from his thoughts, and before he knew it, he was nudged under a row of branches and then plunged straight into a sudden brightness.

“Here we are!” Cinder said, with a wide sweep of his arms.

Roman blinked and let his eyes adjust to the light. Tall indigo trees circled the meadow, barring any chance the shadows had of creeping in. Fireflies surrounded every corner of it, and as they flew, painted the clearing with sweeping ribbons of flickering light. The heart of it, however, was the pond right in its center. The water shimmered with each harsh blow of the wind and crystals of all colors formed a ring around the lake’s edge, bouncing off moonlight in glowing sparks. It looked… ethereal. Roman’s senses picked up flashes of magic everywhere, from the tall grass to the crumbling rocks.

For a moment, he breathed in all the glowing energy. The magic of it echoed in his bones. He turned to face Cinder, only for his smile to fall when he caught a shudder running through the other’s shoulders. Of course, Cinder hadn't brought a coat, and the chill had been way more biting than one would expect for the season. Roman began to untie his cloak before he could think twice of it.

“Ro?”

“You’re cold,” he said, shrugging off the cape and offering it to Cinder. “Here, you can wear this.”

Cinder rolled his eyes, but he took it anyway, “I’d say you don’t need to, but I already know that won’t dissuade you any,” he chuckled, as he slipped on the mantle. The hem reached just past his fingertips, and to see him in scarlet — rather than the grays and blues he usually wore — was certainly unusual. And yet, the sight of him in rose-red had Roman’s breath stuttering.

With a hand on his hip, Cinder glanced around the clearing and then marched over to a spot right next to the edge of the lake. He drew a checkered tablecloth from his bag and laid it out on the ground, straightening it over the grass. The red cloak pooled around Cinder’s legs as he sat down, and he motioned with his head. Roman took it as a cue to do the same. He settled down across from Cinder, folding his knees up to his chest and tucking his chin in the crease between them. Cinder's lip curled up, and he looked at Roman with what appeared to be amusement.

“Now!” he began, “Will you look up for me, please?” Roman complied, glancing upwards. “Aren’t the stars just lovely?”

They were. The stars looked clearer than ever that night — ever glittering, silver beads embroidered into a dark midnight drapery. Lighting up the night sky like crystals in a chandelier.

Cinder fetched something from his bag and slid it across the tablecloth to Roman, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well,” he said, excitement barely contained in his voice, “They’re about to get even better!”

Lifting the object, Roman inspected it, trailing a finger across its body. It was long and metallic — brass, perhaps? A dark leather strip covered about a third of it, and it tapered off to a thin end, with ridges that ran throughout its length. Small domes of glass capped each tip.

“What is this?” Roman asked, tilting the object in his palms.

Cinder grinned. “It’s called a spyglass!”

A spark of curiosity lit up in Roman. A spyglass. He glanced back at Cinder. “What is it for?”

“I’d rather show you, may I?” Cinder asked, and when Roman nodded, he maneuvered Roman’s grip on the spyglass with his hands. “Lift it to your eyes and then point it to the sky. If it helps you see better, close one of them. You might have to adjust the barrel a little. It’s made with warped glass like glasses but for a different purpose.”

Roman did so, leveling the spyglass up. At first, all he could spot of the sky through it was a dark blur, but, following Cinder’s instructions, he inched the barrel forward. The image sharpened a bit, and when he clicked the barrel, it focused in all at once. Roman’s mouth fell open in a breathless gasp.

It was as if the night sky had been brought forward, all for him. Bright and impossibly shining. Stars cascaded through the dark in streaks of light. Through the haze of a cloud, moonglow cast a myriad of colors. With a simple twist of the spyglass, he could glimpse at all the constellations that had only ever been far-flung, at all the myths and legends they depicted. The moon was majestic and massive, and Roman felt as if he could touch it if he just reached out. Oh, how ingenious, to reveal the secrets of the sky through bent glass. The thrill of it bubbled up inside his chest and he could not resist the grin that crossed his lips. Delight buzzed under his skin, and he felt as if he could just up and flutter away—

“...You have wings?”

And with that remark, Roman’s stomach dropped all the way to the ground. He forced his wings back down as swiftly as he could manage and lowered down the spyglass, his hands tightening their grip around it.

“Wait, don’t hide them—!” Cinder hesitated for a second, raising his hands. “I mean, I– I didn’t know you had wings. I didn’t want to scare you…” he said, trailing off, “Could– Could I see them again?”

No, no. He’d gotten far too carried away. How could he have forgotten to be careful while not wearing a cloak? Roman bit the inside of his cheek, keeping his gaze firmly on the red-checkered pattern of the blanket. It’d be fruitless to pretend it hadn’t happened, wouldn’t it? Might as well have done with it. With a sigh, he splayed out his wings in a glittery blur, pixie dust fanning out behind him.

“Wow,” he heard the other whisper, and Roman chanced a glance at him. His heartbeat stuttered. Cinder’s eyes were fixed on his wings and blown wide in awe, sparkling blue over their usual fawn brown hue. Moonlight glinted off the silver frame of his glasses, and he tugged down the cloak’s hood. The fabric fell over the breadth of his shoulders. Roman straightened his posture as Cinder leaned closer toward him. Slowly, Cinder reached out. “They’re beautiful.”

A touch of Cinder’s fingertips to his wings was enough for Roman to jolt. Cinder sharply drew his hand away.

“Sorry,” Cinder chuckled, sheepish. His cheeks creased in dimples when he smiled. “I should’ve asked.”

Roman’s heart shone with something traitorously close to hope. He averted his gaze, and he could only hope the warmth in his cheeks hadn’t been too outward.

“I-It’s okay.”

Cinder tilted his head, examining his wings again. “…Can you fly?” he asked, “Is that a silly question? Sorry, It’s just, I’ve never seen a gentry with wings.”

“You wouldn’t have,” Roman fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve, “I can, yes, but I haven’t had much practice, I’m afraid. I don’t… usually show them off.”

It seemed Cinder had another question at the tip of his tongue, but then his eyes drifted to the pond and his posture changed instantly.

“It’s time,” Cinder said, shifting to face the lake. He placed his hand on top of Roman’s absentmindedly. Roman was sure that if his heart beat any louder, Cinder would most certainly be able to hear it. “Watch!”

Roman just barely managed to drag his eyes away from their joined hands and glance over the pond. Stray moonbeams fell in streaks around it, and the crystals that circled it started to glow. Blue, lilac, white — brighter and brighter until strings of light reflected off each shard and tied them into the lake’s surface. Roman’s jaw dropped. The water… it no longer just mirrored the sky, it had transformed into a candid snapshot of it. Glistening, deep and dark like molten glass, swirling spirals of purple and indigo.

“Stunning, right?” Cinder whispered, giving him a small smile as he coaxed Roman closer to the edge of the lake. Gently, Cinder lifted Roman’s hand and guided it into the water. It sent a chill through him and yet, he could not help but be entranced by the view. Stars slipped through his fingers as easily as a stream, and with a simple tap, waves rippled across the darkness, carrying stardust in their wake. Breathtaking, Roman thought, as he played with the water and leaned on Cinder’s touch, downy and soothing.

“This happens once every season,” Cinder said, drawing Roman’s attention back to him. “We were so lucky that it’d be today!”

He finished his sentence with a giggle, lilting, just like the motion of the water. All the lights and sparkles, the pixie dust, the reflection of the lake: they all shined on him, and for a moment, Roman saw the night sky in his figure, in the curve of his cheeks, in his broad hands. Roman longed to pull him closer, to dive into that darkness, so much so it felt as if he’d lost all sense. For once in his entire life, Remus’ nonsensical advice clicked with him

He’d known it since he saw him.

And hadn’t Cinder proven that right, with each moment they’d spent together? Cinder, who was witty, kind, and bold. Roman knew that he could often be difficult, or perhaps even strange, Cinder surely noticed but– never seemed to mind. His oddities hadn’t estranged them. If anything, they had brought the two of them closer. Not once had Cinder looked at Roman with disdain, and even the surprise in his eyes when he saw Roman’s wings had been followed by wonder. 

Beautiful, he had said, with a tone so earnest that Roman felt truly inclined to believe him. Although a part of him felt foolish for just how deep his heart had plunged into this in such little time, he couldn’t help but believe this is what the poets had written of, what the notes of epic ballads told, what he’d yearned for, for so long. And it all felt… right, like nothing else had felt right before.

Roman squeezed Cinder’s hand and glanced up at the sky with a smile, looking at all the stars that could never compare to a fraction of his glow. 

Whatever it was that existed between them, it was real. Roman was certain of that.

—♡—

It could’ve been a lovely evening, and yet, all it’d taken was a single moment of distraction to land the two of them in the mess they had found themselves in.

Patton had brought Ro along for a stroll through the edge of the woods, across a path outlined by glowing stones. Yet another stop in the itinerary he’d come up with ever since deciding he’d show Ro all the sights the forest had to offer, and introduce him to all the spots he’d long held dear. Cicadas trilled echoing tunes amidst the trees, in perfect harmony with the crickets, and they let the lively ambiance wash over them as they meandered about.

The night was as quiet as it could be in Fairyland, and so, Ro filled that silence readily. Eyes gleaming, he told Patton all manner of stories as they wandered. Many of them about his gaggle of siblings, their quirks, the trouble they got into together. The sort of thing Patton would never truly understand, as a long-time only child.

Still, he’d listened in eagerly — so intently, in fact, he’d hardly noticed the rope until it had snagged him in the foot. Patton slipped, startled, and inadvertently, he’d dragged Ro right with him.

And so, that was how they had ended up. Lifted a few feet off the ground by a net trap, in a tangled disarray of limbs.

In his attempts to struggle away, Patton had only succeeded in digging the netting further into his forearms. The thick ropes and vines chafed his skin, and he had no doubt they’d leave red marks behind. Still, the trap was far larger than one would expect, enough that it left room to shift around in. It threatened to spin with any hint of motion, though, so he remained mindful.

Please no, he thought, scrunching up his nose, motion sickness while up here is the last thing I need.

He did the best he could to still and relax his body, wincing when his calf knocked right against Ro’s shin.

“Someone must’ve been hunting around here,” Ro mused, his tone surprisingly level. He held onto the netting for support, as he craned his neck to look into the distance. “Or, I reckon, it might’ve been left over from the Wild Hunt—”

He lost his grip for a split second and stumbled. Patton rushed forward to steady him, grabbing onto his upper arms.

“The Wild Hunt? You really think so?” Patton asked. They were close, close enough that he spotted a slight furrow in Ro’s brow, a betrayal of his otherwise calm appearance.

He also smelled faintly of rose water, Patton noted, sweet, like floral tea brewing — although he didn’t quite know where that thought had crept in from.

“It’s a possibility,” Ro replied, with a shrug of his shoulders, “Who’d use a net so large to hunt a regular animal?”

Patton hummed in agreement, letting go of Ro and fidgeting with the hem of a cloak he hadn’t forgotten to bring this time. Ro slid his hand up a rope until he reached a knot. He tugged at the netting. It didn’t budge.

“Well, this is certainly not how I expected to spend my night,” Ro sighed, tipping his head back. “Not that I mind being close to you, but still…”

Now, with an opportunity set up so perfectly, it’d be remiss of Patton not to take it. He kept the smirk to himself and tilted his head, innocently blinking. “You like being close to me?”

Ro stammered, as if he’d just noticed what he’d said. He looked away. “I-I mean—”

Patton put on a pout and leaned impossibly closer, until their faces were inches apart. “So you don’t?”

A muted pink dusted the bridge of Ro’s nose and flared out to his cheekbones, in contrast to the golden tinge of his skin. Patton bit back a snicker. His eyes drifted across Ro’s face until they zeroed in on a little spot on his cheek.

“You have a beauty mark,” he said, as casually as he could make it. “Right under your eye, did you know that?”

That only made Ro furiously bat him away, and he fell into a giggling fit. He cracked an eye open, watching as Ro crossed his arms.

“What?” Patton teased, “I’ve just noticed!”

“You are impossible,” Ro huffed. He shifted his weight. “…It’s not odd, is it?”

“Oh goodness, you worry so easily,” Patton shook his head, exasperated. “Of course it isn’t. It’s cute.”

“If you keep being like this,” Ro muttered, rolling his eyes, “Then being stuck here will be a nightmare.”

Patton mock-gasped. “Ro!” he whined, as he draped a hand across his forehead in an imitation of Ro’s usual dramatics. “How can you be so cruel to me?”

That drew a snort out of Ro, and soon the net shook with the force of their shared laughter. Patton lounged back as if it was a hammock, smiling at him.

“Well,” Patton said, “If it is a hunting trap, then surely someone will come take it down, right?”

“Maybe,” Ro answered. “Although, if it’s truly from the Wild Hunt… only spirits know how long it’d take them to return.”

Something nervous settled in the pit of Patton’s stomach. He shook his head.

“Someone will come find us soon,” Patton said, with as much certainty as he could put behind it, digging his nail into a piece of rope until a few strands came loose, “I’m sure of it.”

Ro studied him for a moment, then chuckled.

“It’s just so effortless to you, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

Ro smiled. He leaned back against the net. “Believing everything will be okay — all that optimism of yours.”

Patton gave a short, half-hearted laugh and glanced away, past the net. His gaze lingered on his bag, which had fallen a few feet from them during all the commotion.

If only I could reach it, Patton thought, frowning, and maybe… maybe if he just tried, if he threw his shoulder, if he stretched his arm far enough. Or maybe he couldn't after all, it’d always be an inch away, and he’d be left dangling for something far out of his reach again. He… didn't want to believe that.

In truth, it had never been effortless. He did it anyway.

Patton pulled his knees up to his chest. His shoulders slumped. “I don’t know what else I’d do.”

A tense silence brewed between them. Ro’s brows furrowed in concern. Cautiously, he shuffled forward.

“You have to return before sunrise, don’t you?” Ro asked, in a low voice. “Or else you’ll be in trouble?”

Patton’s mouth fell open, and he wanted to ask how Ro knew that, how he’d gleamed that from their conversations. Instead, all he could do was burrow further into his cloak and nod.

A hand touched his knee, and his eyes flicked up to meet Ro’s soft, reassuring smile. For whatever reason, his face warmed.

“Then we’ll find our way out of here in no time, okay?” Ro whispered.

Despite himself, a chuckle slipped past his lips. “Who’s being optimistic now—”

As he leaned forward, Patton lost his footing and slipped, crashing directly into Ro’s chest. Ro grunted as his back slammed against the net. With a sharp intake of breath, Patton pushed himself up, nearly hitting his head against the netting.

“Goodness,” he mumbled, as he scuttled away from Ro’s legs — he’d nearly landed right in his lap! Raising his hands, he checked over Ro in worry. “Oh no! Your wings! Are they okay?”

Ro laughed as he sat up, shimmying his back. “It’s quite alright, they’re truly not as frail as they look,” he said, “And besides, I do wear cloaks over them often, heavy capes, it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

Patton frowned. Ro had settled into that awkward, bashful expression he’d always gotten whenever Patton had mentioned his wings since finding out about them.

“You shouldn’t have to hide them,” he muttered, folding his legs.

Ro cocked his head to the side. “I don’t have to.”

His eyes landed on the scarlet cloak that weighed down Ro’s shoulders, tied in a floppy bow at the base of his throat. Then why do you? Patton thought, but he kept it to himself, picking at a rope instead. The net swung back and forth with the aftereffect of motion, stretching their shadows over the ground until they nearly reached his bag. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Wait, I have an idea!” Patton exclaimed, shifting around until he managed to slip his left arm through one of the holes in the netting. He glanced back at Ro. “Do you think we could swing this net?” he asked, “Maybe if… you flap your wings for impulse?”

Ro’s mouth twisted in hesitation before he sighed and untied his cloak, letting the fabric pool around their legs. He draped himself over Patton’s back. Patton tried so very hard not to think of how warm the other was.

“We could try.”

And so, gripping the netting for support, they pitched their weight back together and then let go, plunging the trap into upward movement. Patton’s muscles ached as he stretched his arm as far out as he could manage, the joints of his fingers crackling with effort while he reached toward the ground — a palm away from closing the distance. Then, Ro’s wings began to flutter behind them, and gold sparkles were sent flying all around the net — in an instant, Patton’s fingertips reached just a touch away from his bag. He grasped at it once, twice, until, with a sharp throw of his shoulder, he hooked a finger around the strap.

“I got it!” Patton cheered. His grip nearly faltered as pulled the bag up, but he looped the strap around his wrist, securing it. “Oops! It’s okay, I still have it!”

Ro disentangled from him, and with some effort, Patton pried the bag open. He rummaged inside and, with a grin, pulled out what he’d been looking for.

A dagger, swathed by a glittering baby blue sheath.

Carefully, Patton unwrapped the sheath, bringing the knife up to meet the cords that bound them to a branch. The thick ropes and vines struggled against the blade, but it was sharp enough to slash through them anyway. And so, bit by bit, Patton cut through the net, setting them free. A moment too late, however, he realized that maybe… it would’ve been much wiser to slice through the middle rather than the top.

The rope snapped all at once, and the two of them came tumbling down to the ground with a yelp. His dagger was flung away from them, thank the moon, and Patton just about managed to break his fall, letting his forearms tank the impact. He shook his head as he tried to find his bearings, and then peeled his eyes open. Patton’s breath hitched.

He’d landed right on top of Ro, arms caging the sides of his head and legs straddling his hips.

Ro stared up at him with wide, startled eyes — a deep, molten red you could just sink into. His hair fanned out over the grass below in delicate chestnut waves that didn’t quite reach his shoulders. His lips softly parted, a rose-pink shade that matched the blush that’d crept onto his cheeks.

In a surge of courage, Patton inched forward until there was hardly any distance left between them, and he felt as each rise and fall of Ro’s chest matched his own. Ro tilted his head slightly, and his soft cheek pressed against the dip of Patton’s thumb, his lashes fluttering. Patton’s heart beat so fast it threatened to burst out of his ribcage. He wanted to… he wanted to melt into the safety of Ro’s arms, dive into the sparkling magic of his touch, and let that feeling swaddle him like comforting blankets. He wanted to hold Ro so tightly and close any gap of distance between them. He wanted to kiss him, Patton realized, like they did at the end of love stories.

The thought of it settled so easily in his mind that it should’ve scared him, but… it wasn’t all that surprising, was it? Ro was… wonderful, he was sweet and cute as a button, really, and Patton just wanted to kiss him over and over until it made them both dizzy. His hands trembled. That was it.  Patton had to have lost it, because, in case he’d forgotten, he was a human, not a faerie. He’d always be, no matter what kind of glamour he wore.

And he could dream, he could hope, but deep down in his heart Patton knew that no illusion could last forever.

Swallowing dry, Patton backed away on shaky legs. He averted his eyes as he helped Ro get up. It was as if everything moved in a haze around him, as he gathered up his dagger and his things, and made a hasty goodbye. As he turned to leave, the last thing he saw was Ro, alone in the middle of the glowing path, looking awfully confused and almost... disappointed.

Patton’s heart cramped painfully inside his chest, and he disappeared swiftly into the tree line. 

Oh. Oh, what had he gotten himself into?

—♡—

Patton’s shoulders bowed and ached with exhaustion as he manned his stall in the market, all alone.

He hadn’t yet managed to trade away all the pieces he crafted during the winter, and he attempted to remind himself of that as he absentmindedly drifted back to fidgeting with his thread, time and time again. He should be courting customers, not letting his mind wander. And yet, his eyes hovered over the crate right next to his booth, expecting a passionate and bold display that never came.

Ro hadn’t returned to the market since that other night.

It was for the best. Even if he missed him so terribly it hurt. Patton had let himself get carried away, the past few days had been proof of that. He’d gotten distracted and his mistakes had only piled on. They showed as smudges on the floor and dust on the furniture, and The Faerie hadn’t been nearly as forgiving as she should’ve been this season. He rarely had a minute of free time, every hour not spent on sleep or in the market, he spent on chores.

Setting the spool of blue thread aside, Patton forced his mind back to the task at hand — organizing the wares and attending to patrons, even as his back and knees panged with discomfort. Despite his hangups, it had been a good night for business at the market. The clearing swirled with activity, and he managed to sell a few more pieces. He’d even traded some appliquès for delicate little crystal buttons that’d look just beautiful in a waistcoat! He held onto that high while the minutes ticked by.

As Patton cut into a large square of fabric for a customer, a sudden commotion sparked amidst the market. Hushed whispers traveled in waves around the clearing, but he couldn’t quite catch what the racket was about. Fae gathered in groups around the center of the market square, and his fellow merchants swiveled their heads around to stare. More curious than he’d like to admit, Patton adjusted his glasses and leaned over his stall to see better.

A small entourage of fae circled a makeshift platform, made out of wooden crates much like Patton’s booth. They were all clad in intricate coats of red and gold, with capelets lined by the royal symbol thrown over their shoulders. Gentry nobles, Patton realized, which was very odd indeed. One of them, a faerie who wore a large feathered hat, climbed onto the platform and rang a handbell. Its toll echoed through the whole clearing, and all conversation fell silent at once. Whoever hadn’t noticed their presence before certainly had now. The faerie cleared their throat, unfurling a scroll.

“I hereby announce, on behalf of the King and Queen of Fairyland, and the Ruling Council,” The Town Crier spoke, their voice loud and clear. “That, His Highness, the Rose Prince of Spring, will be throwing a Grand Ball at the Royal Palace in five days’ time. All those who wish to attend and who present an invitation at the gate shall be permitted to enter. Amidst the crowd, the Prince will choose a suitor, who will then join him as his Ruler Consort in the coronation—”

Patton turned back to trimming the cloth, tuning out the announcement as soon as he realized it didn’t concern him. He folded the fabric and handed it to his customer, a tall green-haired nymph, who’d seemed pretty entranced by the news. Patton huffed out a laugh as he returned to his work. A Grand Ball, wasn’t that something? It wasn’t as if it was a rare occasion — at least he thought so, since The Faerie had spoken of attending celebrations of the sort before — but all the fae around him seemed excited at the idea. Maybe it’d be good for him, even! Surely there’d be faeries with suits and gowns that needed to be fixed up for the event, Patton would have to keep an eye out.

Just as he began to sort his buttons and snaps into their rightful places, somebody knocked at the side of his stall. He lifted his head, surprised to find it had been one of the gentry nobles, holding a wicker basket up to their chest.

“Greetings, sir. Would you like an invitation to the Grand Ball?” they asked.

Patton blinked. “…An invitation? For me?”

They leveled him with a look that bordered on annoyance. “Yes, sir. As was stated in the announcement, invitations are being distributed to all who wish to attend. All citizens of the kingdom are allowed to take one.”

“I—,” Patton struggled with his shock momentarily, staring at the gentry in disbelief.

“Seeing as you haven’t yet made up your mind,” they huffed, taking a letter from their basket. “I’ll leave an invitation with you, should you decide not to attend, please give it to someone who will. May your night be joyous.”

And then they were off, leaving a folded parchment envelope in Patton’s hands. Patton smoothed his thumb over the golden wax seal that stamped it, suppressing a smile. He huffed. Would one of his patrons like the invitation, maybe? He couldn’t keep it, certainly, now that’d be ridiculous. Imagine that, little old him attending a ball in the Royal palace?

Why, he hadn’t been to a revel like that since he was a child — he’d have forgotten all the etiquette, by now. Even back then, etiquette had never been his forte. It must've been quite a sight — a boy in a blue suit that still didn’t quite fit him, running from his mother’s arms as soon as they stepped into the dance hall. Marveling at every inch of the ballroom as folks danced and laughed all night long, sneaking bites from the snack table while his father mingled with his business partners. And when his mom would find him, she’d pull him in for a dance, and they’d giggle each time they tripped or stumbled. She’d take him into her arms again and they’d sway to the band’s music, uncaring for propriety as they floated away together. When he and his mom danced, the hardwood floors became clouds beneath their feet.

Of course, there was still the matter of his lack of knowledge when it came to Fairyland outside the borders of the forest. He’d never even got close to the capital, much less the Royal Palace. What would he do if he offended someone without meaning to? What would he do if he got lost? Wander around aimlessly through the palace corridors? Explore, find secrets hidden in the halls, stumble his way into the castle’s well-known, beautiful gardens…

…And don’t even get him started on the gentry! He didn’t know how he’d get through the evening without committing a social faux pas of some sort — just because they wouldn’t know Patton was human, didn’t mean they wouldn’t turn up their noses at him anyway, with the way the Court was. And since this was such an important occasion, surely all the nobles, and their families, would attend. Maybe…

Maybe even… him.

No, no, he shouldn’t be thinking of it. He should be smart about this. He’d let the other go for a reason. And… and the more he thought about it, the more he’d want to change his mind. Would he really risk it all, and for what? A night of fun? A night of… freedom, however brief?

He couldn’t. He… shouldn’t.

Patton bit his lip, locked into a staring contest with the envelope for what felt like an eternity. He sighed, folding it in half and slipping it into his pocket. As he did so, he promised himself that when this was all over, he’d settle down and work and follow through with his plan. He’d be practical. No more risks, no more adventures, not until he was far away from the manor.

But for now, he snatched a little bag full of gems he’d gotten from Ro and marched up to the weaver’s booth, where he knew he could find the finest fabrics and materials in the market.

Patton let himself smile.

If he was really going to the Grand Ball, he’d need a suit.

-

Song of the chapter: Mine by Taylor Swift

[brooklynislandgirl]

♡ he thinks he is slick about it

Hung in My Heart || Accepting

She sits on the log, watching the forest come alive with the soft glow of fireflies, so much more at peace here than she is in the city. The entire drive out ~because she asked, she knows. This wouldn't be his choice if he were the one making it~ had been made in a stony kind of silence; uniform, heavy and tinged with grey. Might have continued on while she and Remy sat there, but then one of the bugs lands on one of her outstretched fingers, so little in comparison to his. "Dere's..." Her little voice is soft. It is hesitant. "Dere's a man. An' he promises dat...dat he'll fight for us, an' need us t' help him fight for oddahs. Dat we shouldn' have to be afraid any more. Dat we shouldn't hate....hate ourselves for not bein' like...dem." She tilts her head toward him, eyes wide and dark and serious. "Come wi' me, Remy. Help me find him. I...I don' wan go wi'out you."

[pohlepen]

       her house sits at the edge of the woods like a boat lost at sea, surrounded by the dark embrace of tall pine and thickly matted foliage.  the hills roll and sharpen to pointed ivory peaks and from where she stands, she can see the pale white of the snow high up in the mountains - blinking in the dark like a misplaced firefly.  in the daylight, when the sun shines just right, it almost looks like fire is ravaging the forest.  but the timber on her land has gone untouched for years, protected somehow by the unstated boundary of her malicious aura and the shadow thing she calls a friend. it drips from the bark like sap, pools in the dark corners of her little home and whispers to her of all things seen and unseen in the opaque brush.

       and that’s how she finds out about the wolf in the field, no doubt lured by the smell of saccharine flesh in the beginnings of rot.  like overly ripened fruit, the tendons and muscle have softened and slipped from the bones of her rejects, leaving only the shells of human forms in their place.  it’s a fly-swarmed pile of slop and she wouldn’t feed it to her dog, but this dog; this creature that is not solely human or beast, is eating his fill.  she doesn’t interrupt him, watching instead with bit-mouthed discipline.  she is a thoroughbred waiting to be turned free, saddled beneath the weight of her own demented desire.  allowing him to scarf down bite after bite, positioning the rifle’s butt against her shoulder, she shoots him once before he has the chance to flee from his too-late recognition of her company.

       and then she angles the barrel and shoots him again.  just in case.  mouth open and tongue pressed to the ridge of her bottom teeth, tasting the flash of blood in the air like something feline.  a shudder twists along her spine at the coppery tang, something akin to arousal enveloping her at her core.  carnage is so much better when it's fresh, violence is more appealing when it’s personal.  she's long past the days of scrounging for carrion like a rat in the city, like some sorry, unholy thing begging on all fours for a full belly.  butlike the beast before her, she too hungers for disrepair.    ❝  guess you probably missed the five-hundred 'no trespassing' signs, huh?  that's alright, not like they're bright yellow or something’.  ❞

       her grin feels sharp, throat wet with prospect at the sight of flesh ribbons woven between his teeth.  within her chest, the thing she calls a heart skips a beat.  inside her rotten knot of a stomach, butterflies twist and their wings burn in the acid of her gut.  there is an obscenity to the way excitement lightens her steps forward, something equally malicious and inconspicuous.  she's trying to hide her own keening want and the blood thick flush that traces the curve of her throat.  she's not doing a very good job at it.    ❝  i could kill you…  i probably should, what if you tell someone what you’ve seen here?  ❞    her feet press forward, wary only for the corrosion of sinews and fat that might stain her boots. when she speaks again it’s not so much a threat as it is a promise,    ❝  i could keep you here.  i could feed you for a thousand years. ❞

@decidentia ♡

◈   @pohlepen

A taste, he told himself.  Just a taste.  

Night-time scavengers scattered into the dark treeline as he arrived in the glade, forewarned by the damp dog-stink of his fur, by the unapologetic footfall of an apex predator.  In some distant and inarticulate way, Farkas recognised the scene as the aftermath of something unspeakable.  Blue-lipped, the bodies lay piled together like kindling, fly eggs bunched whitely around the rims of milky, unseeing eyes.  That recent-kill scent – all copper pennies and sweet-sour piss – was what had drawn him to the verdant heart of the forest.  

The man trickled through the cracks as their bones splintered in his monstrous jaws, humanity bleeding out with the marrow.  Congealed and cold, they were scraps, hardly a fitting meal for a beast of such preternatural power – but still they proved irresistible.  It was a rare opportunity for him to submit that most base instinct.  To gorge, to feast, to fill his belly with their meat without staining himself with the sin of murder.

Swallowed by hunger, consumed by his act of desecration, he didn’t hear the approach.  Her silent presence pressed against the horror of his monstrous fur-clad back like a knife, but it gave her away too late.  Dark, tufted ears twitched, swivelled, at the same the trigger was squeezed.  A gunshot rang out, and a rose of pain bloomed bright in his wolfish shoulder.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

requested by: @tinkerblunder

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xix. - iris *.♡.* malleus draconia

| your friendship means so much to me

how to care for your iris: a - gn!reader x malleus draconia b - 344 words c - no warnings

a note from your florist: I really enjoyed coming up with my own lore for this one; I have a love for world-building after all! I hope you like this drabble as well, dear client ;)

for the may flowers event (closed!) 💐

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The stars twinkled above your figure, laying in the chilled grass. A crescent moon floated in the sky, almost observing the forest surrounding you and the crumbled pillars to your left. Another figure laid to your right, and the fireflies dancing around him cast a delicate glow over his features. 

"Do you know where we are right now?" he asked you quietly.

"No, I do not." you replied, turning your head in his direction.

"According to Lilia, this was the site of a King's rise and fall over four-hundred years ago. He was known as Aris the Daring, and he had a reputation for being a noble opponent but a somewhat lousy ruler."

"Did Lilia know him personally?"

"Yes, he did. He stated that he was a charismatic yet sneaky friend, who won the hearts of the people despite his lack of knowledge about the political schemes that occurred behind closed doors. He was assassinated by that very ignorance." Malleus finished, rising to a seated position.

You hummed in response as you sat up next to him a moment later.

"What kind of ruler do you think I will be?" he teased.

"I think you will be an exceptional leader. You are a formidable opponent and you are extremely competent and perceptive as well." you answered truthfully, "You have many people in your corner who are not scheming to assassinate you either, so I think that helps."

A light chuckle left his lips at your joke before he turned to meet your eyes. A soft adoration crept into his gaze as a gentle breeze flew by.

"Your friendship means so much to me, Y/n." he admitted, choosing to ditch his usual nickname for you; a sign that this statement was not something to receive lightly.

"You mean a lot to me as well, Malleus." you spoke, returning the sentiment.

An even deeper smile blossomed on his face as a firefly landed on your nose.

Many other words sat on the tips of his tongue, but they would have to wait for another night.

[itfeelslikewincest]

SAM AND DEAN HEAVEN FIC REC

<< Fic rec with Carry On codas or post Carry On fics, I'd like to thank everyone who sent me links and helped me make this fic rec ♡ >>

1. Highway to Heaven by cherie_morte Summary: Paradise lasts for all of fifteen minutes. Well, maybe longer. Dean’s not sure yet how time works here, but it sure doesn’t feel like forever before things start going sideways.

2. Heaven Verse by hathfrozen ↠ because you want to die for love Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.

↠ desire, like a monster Summary: Sam and Dean discuss what it meant to want each other while they were alive.

↠ the sun shines down Summary: There's a sunshower, and Dean decides he wants to celebrate Sam's birthday in Heaven.

3. Planet Waves Series (Post Carry On Fics) by Sonofabiscuit77 ↠ You and me, babe, how about it? Summary: Sam and Dean enjoy heaven together. Dean thinks a lot. There is no plot.

↠ Love you more Summary: Post Carry On angsty smut. The Winchesters reunite in heaven, in bed. There was no post-Dean apple pie life for Sam, just Dean's overactive imagination.

↠ Going, going, gone Summary: Sam doesn't carry on after Dean's death. He dies eight months later. This story covers Sam's last few months on earth before his heavenly reunion with Dean, from the POV of Jody Mills. Companion fic to Love You More.

↠ Fireflies Summary: Sam and Dean in heaven schmoopy porn with bonus temporary age difference.

4. Nothing Ever Really Ends by Nyxocity Summary: Post-Series Heaven Fic: That Dean loves Sam has always been true. That Sam loves him back is just as true. But it’s never been quite like this; days and nights spent in leisure, relaxed and happy, no worries, no peril. When a change finally comes, it doesn't feel like a change at all; it feels like the rest.

5. Alright by wastetheyears Summary: “Sammy,” he smiles, and Sam’s heart convulses at the sound. No one has called him Sammy in the longest time.

6. In You I Found Paradise by wincestgoddess Summary: They made it to the finish line, to Heaven. It should be their well deserved break. If only Dean would get the memo already and join Sam in their cabin.

7. Spice Up Your Life by wincestgoddess Summary: Dean tries to spice up their sex life during Christmas. Doesn't work out the way he intended.

8. on this day, let me give you the world by wincestgoddess Summary: Sam wants to do something for Dean's birthday in Heaven

9. The Idea of Heaven by DWImpala67 Summary: Supernatural ended with the Winchester brothers reuniting in heaven. But what happened after that? Here's a peek into the afterlife of the brothers who were "physically, erotically, emotionally, irrationally codependent".

10. Make it home through the forest by becka Summary: Sam and Dean make a home in heaven and each other.

11. Tumblr Ficlet by Ares Summary: A tale of reuniting brothers.

12. Eternity by blackrose_17 Summary: Somedays Sam can't believe this is real.

13. Now It's Perfect by blackrose_17 Summary: It is Dean's first birthday in Heaven that truly matters and he spends it with Sam.

14. A Lifetime Of Waiting by nightsammy Summary: Sam has had a lifetime without Dean. Then, they're reunited. Coda for 15x20.

15. Carry On Verse by Vi_olet ↠ Carry On Summary: He’d been trying to carry on. He’d promised Dean. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t do it alone for long. He was slowly spiraling downwards. Now he had a piece of Dean with him.

↠ My Wayward Son Summary: Glances into Sam’s pregnancy with Dean Jr., and the birth.

16. Forever, Little Brother by LaughableLament Summary: When he kissed Sam, he wasn’t even surprised how easy it was, how natural. How Sam’s lips slotted against his, matching puzzle pieces after all their hiding, pining, and denying.

17. Homecoming by formalizing Summary: “Why am I not surprised? All of Heaven laid out before us and Dean Winchester wants a backseat quickie.”

18. Heaven!Fic verse by zubeneschamali ↠ Now Nothing Can Take You Away From Me Summary: Post-ep fic for 15x20. After everything, Sam and Dean still have some things to talk about. And Heaven is a place where anything you dream can come true.

↠ Fire All of Your Guns at Once Summary: In Heaven, there's no fear. Not of your feelings for the person closest to you—and not of what might otherwise be a dangerous piece of driving. AKA, roadhead in Heaven.

19. Peace When You Are Done by lovetincture Summary: Sam and Dean reunite in heaven. Sam reflects on his life and the things that have brought them to this moment.

20. There Will be Better Days by deadlybride Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their heaven.

21. Where the Bodies are Buried by road_rhythm Summary: This is not the first time he's taken care of his brother's body. It's just the last.

22. Echoes and Silence by dugindeep (hotsauce) Summary: When his brother dies, the world goes quiet.

23. Nothing is Impossible in Heaven by NaughtyPastryChef Summary: Dean can't stop obsessing over how BIG Sam looks as he moves around their little cabin in heaven. Apparently, heaven can grant wishes, even if you don't know that you're wishing it.

24. The Heaven Chronicles verse by deanandsam

↠ The Long and Winding Road Summary: After he realizes he's in Heaven, Dean takes to the road while he waits for his brother.

↠ On the Bridge Summary: When Sam arrives in Heaven, all he can think of is his happiness in being reunited with Dean. He finds out just how awesome that is.

↠ Waiting for Sammy Summary: Dean is admiring the view when he senses something is about to happen.

↠ Days of Wine and Roses Summary: The brothers are happy in their Heaven but Winchesters were never destined to a life of inactivity.

↠ Paradise Summary: The brothers have never been happier. Heaven is truly Paradise.

↠ Vestiges of the Past Summary: Castiel turns up at the Winchesters' cabin. Dean is not pleased!

↠ Gut Feelings and Not Only Summary: Happiness surrounds the Winchester brothers but nothing is written in stone.

<< feel free to add more>>

[eggs-and-pancakes]

enjoy the story if you do not like it you do not have to comment or even acknowledge that this story ever existed now that we're through all of that here is chapter one

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《⊙●♡chapter one♡●⊙》

°not good enough?°

The sound of footsteps thumping against the ground

The leaves and sticks crunching and cracking underneath the feet of a panicked girl

The darkness Seems like it was closing in

How much farther

The forest seemed to go on forever

The flashlight in the girl's hand was running out of battery

Almost too close to turning off

But through her panicked state the girl didn't see the giant hole In front of her

Inching closer and closer, unknowingly to a wonderful but odd surprise

*thud*

The girl fell down the hole, not just any though this one was full of magic and green glowing fireflies

The girl looked down and a tiny door opened, she looked in the door

The beat of drums started playing, as they did the barriers of the door began to get bigger so the girl could fit through it

One

Two

Three

Rabbits came from the bushes wearing quirky outfits and playing guitars with clocks in them, they started walking backwards as other creatures came from the bushes

"Let's go crazy!" They all sang

The girl being intrigued followed them to the middle of this magical forest

Where the Cheshire cat appeared and as everyone else started singing

"If you don’t like the world you’re living in

Take a look around at least you got friends!" She sang

The girl looked around and in the trees she saw the mad hatter as he started singing along with everyone else

"You see, I called my old lady, For a friendly word

She picked up the phone, dropped it on the floor

'Ah-ah' is all I heard" He sang as he played the piano with one of the creatures

"Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down? Oh, no, let’s go!

Let’s go crazy Let’s get nuts Let’s look for the purple banana till they put us in the truck Let’s go!" They all sang together

The girl stared vocalizing with them

"We’re all excited don’t know why maybe it’s ’cause we’re all gonna die"

The music paused revealing there colorful 'skeletons', the music started up again

"When we do what’s it all for? What’s it all for? You better live now before the grim reaper comes knocking on your door, tell me

Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down?"

"Oh, no, let’s go, Let’s go crazy, Let’s go crazy, Let’s get nuts,

Let’s get nuts, Let’s look for the purple banana Till they put us in the truck, let’s go!"

The caterpillar Absolem busted there the door and sang along with the others

"Come on baby, let's get nuts!"

*time skip brought to you by 🌙🐨buster moon🌙🐨*

"LET'S GO!" The girl 'named' Alice sang

Trumpets started to play as the queen of hearts walked there the door

"What's going on?" Alice asked

"No time to explain run away!" The mad hatter said grabbing Alice's hand running deeper into the forest

The crew ran backstage and a corgi bumped into buster

"Oh, hey, Sammy. You really got those moves locked down now, hmm?" Buster asked

"I sure do mister moon" the corgi responded doing a little dance

"Yeah, look at you" He said laughing

"Great job, everybody. Great job." Buster praised the theater crew

They thanked him one of them asked "So, is she here?" Her name is rosita or 'the Cheshire cat'

"There. See the dog, middle third row?" Buster replied

"Oh, she’s younger than I imagined." Rosita said

"Yeah, well, supposedly, she’s the best scout in show business." Buster said

"I can’t tell if-if she’s enjoying it." Meena said

"Come on, let’s get a better view." Buster said

He ran over to a platform with the rest of the theater crew, one flip of a lever and up they went, they walked down the catwalk and buster asked "And how we doing over here, Miss Crawly?"

"Oh, very good, Mr. Moon. So far, I counted nine smiles, two belly laughs and five chuckles. Uh, though the last one could’ve just been gas." She explained

"Well, that’s proof, right? She must like the show. All right, now, keep up the good work. Come on, everybody, back to positions." He usher

Buster sighed "Dream big dreams. That’s what I always said, right?"

Ms Crawley simply replied with a "Mm-hmm."

"Well, looks like we’re about to take this show to the entertainment capital of the world." He said happily

"Mr. Moon, she’s leaving." Ms Crawley said

"Huh?"

"She’s leaving the show." Ms Crawley said in a panicky tone

Mr moon gasped "Miss Crawly, stay right here."

"What are you gonna do?" She asked

"I’m gonna follow that dog." He said right before using a make-shift zip line and zipped all the way down to Nana noodlemen, falling into a chair

Nana said upset "Good heavens!"

"Hey, Nana." Buster greeted her

"What are you doing?" She said fanning her face

"The scout is leaving." Buster replied

"Ah, so she is. Hurry." She ushered him

Buster ran until he saw the theater scout again "Uh, Suki? Suki Lane? I’m Buster Moon. Uh, hi. So glad you could make it. Um, would you like some popcorn?" He asked

"Oh, no, thanks. I’m not staying for the second half, so…" suki said

"Oh. But, uh, we thought you were enjoying it. I mean, not that we were watching you or anything." He said

"It really is a cute little show. Just not what we’re looking for." Suki explains

"But-but wait. Y-You got to see the second act. I’m-I’m telling you, (chuckles) it’s a smash." He said trying to convince suki to stay

"Okay, Mr. Moon, can I be honest?" She asked

"Of course."

"Are you sure? ‘Cause folks say that when they don’t really mean it." She said

"No, please, please, be as honest as you like." He said not really meaning it

"You’re not good enough."

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"What?"

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Wow 1142 words

Well I hope ya'll enjoyed this I'll come up with more or I'll have another chapter posted by Monday or Tuesday

This is also on wattpad my username is @eggs_and_pancakes my pfp is a seal

[fantasmalforces]

" 's quite nice this evenin'. "

Truth be told, Krem wasn't too sure if the small talk had calmed his nerves or made them worse. Having Agnes hold him so tenderly as they danced beneath Skyrim's pale moonlight felt unreal. Like a dream.

Yet each gentle touch nearly caused the lieutenant to leap from his skin; caused his heart and his breaths to cease as his eyes met her own.

The duo moved carefully, making sure to avoid stepping on the other's foot, allowing their bodies and minds to wander with the gentle winter's breeze. It was Agnes who made the first move, reaching a tender hand to gently cup the lieutenant's jaw and guide him to touch her forehead with his own. Krem followed the gesture, letting a cautious hand reach to cusp the healer's cheek. Focused eyes slipoed shut as he pulled her in for a chaste kiss, and a warm hum rumbled in his chest as he felt her kiss back.

— @maximuses (sorry this got long queen, brain soft and i thought a drabble would be a nice gift ♡)

. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆ Random Asks // ALWAYS ACCEPTING ☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

Admittedly, dancing wasn’t Agnes’ forte. Unicorns didn’t need to dance. They had their elegant canter and graceful trots, sparkling manes and shimmering coats providing all the beauty in movement they needed. But Alma had won her over with talk of dancing and a show of how couples did it. How they held one another and moved slowly to the music, entwined in one another’s embrace, lost in one another and synchronized with each movement. It became a source of curiosity for her, one she sought to explore with Krem. And he seemed willing. Alma even volunteered to provide the music. Mermaids could make the water sing and lead an orchestra of sound with their own voices. Under the moonlight, surrounded by the forest and the fireflies and right by the soothing lake was a perfect place.

It was a little awkward at first, learning where to put their arms and figuring out their pace to move and what they wanted to do, but they fell into it in time. Agnes felt Krem’s warm arm around her and it made her flutter; such strong protective limbs that would shield her from all harm. Their feet found a nice pace and they moved in sync, and Agnes swore she’d never felt so connected to an individual before in her life. She gave Krem that soft, sweet smile of hers and came to rest her head against his chest. She could hear his heart thundering in his chest at the gesture as they went along, twirling and holding each other as they moved along the edge of the lake to crescendo of nature’s exquisite song. She opened her eyes for the briefest of moments and was breathless at how the moon illuminated his handsome face. For a moment her body failed her, words failed her, and all she could do was stare. Krem looked at her and she managed to recover. Her hand trailed slowly up his bicep and over his shoulder, a move she felt him shiver at. When she touched his jaw he melted and leaned into it, and she brought his forehead to hers. He closed the distance though, bringing their lips to touch.

Agnes’ lips were soft, like the petal of a new spring bloom. She noted that Krem’s were as well; silken in their own way, and the taste of him lingered in a way she felt was delicious. Almost addictive. She hesitated before deepening the kiss for a moment and then pulling back. She smiled gracefully and leaned into his ear, caressing along his jawline. The words were so soft but carried such wonderfully rich adoration. “I love you,” she told him, coming to rest her forehead against his again. She was lost in his eyes as much he was lost in hers. His face was flushed and his pupils blown wide, heart practically bursting with joy at the phrase. It was the first time she’d said it. “So much.” She murmured, bringing her lips to his again. This time the kiss was deeper. Her arms laced themselves around Krem’s neck, body coming to press itself against his, seeking as much contact as she could find against him. His warmth and his scent, the taste of him had her intoxicated and infatuated. She held onto him, as though afraid he might disappear otherwise.

For the first time in a long time, Agnes felt a sense of peace. She felt she was no longer alone and she felt glad for it. She felt a sense of purpose beyond what her guardian title entailed. Krem was her purpose now. She never knew she could feel such a way about anyone before. And now that she did, she never wanted to be without him again.

[nightmare-lust-nl-blog]

Himika & Yuu

[alexenglish]

it’s that time of year again! despite this hell fire year, I’m super proud of my writing accomplishments this year with 229,831 words knocked out on AO3 and Tumblr, plus another 46,810 in some exciting WIPs for next year; I managed a whopping 26 unique ships thanks to my ASW project; and wrote some of my absolute favorite fics to date -- which you can find with a ★ next to them! thanks to everyone for your outstanding comments and reblogs and love. I absolutely, definitely would not do this without your encouragement ♡ AO3 & Writing Tag 

One Direction writing tag | masterlist

I Can Tell You Mean It ‘Cause You’re Shaking Nouis, 10.2k, E

Niall thinks falling in love with your best friend should come with instructions.

Elevator High Louis/Bebe Rexha, 3.7k, E

Louis gets stoned, is a bit too obvious, and goes down on Bebe. In that order

★ Jet Pack Blues Nessie, 24.5k, E 

That saying: you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?

Niall relates.

Quite So New Nouis, 3.3k, G

Louis is touchy, and casual cuddles confuse Niall.

And Others Zarriall, 12.6k, T

Five times Zayn was under the impression Harry and Niall were dating, plus the one time he realized he was wrong, and that other time they were actually dating.

★ Let It Be Lightning OT5/Nessie, 41.3k, E

Niall Horan made a choice when he enlisted with the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. Leave his family and try to make a difference. He started out as a Jaeger Tech, elbow-deep in the greasy guts of the machines that were supposed to save the world, but here he is, five years later, fresh out of the Ranger Academy with another choice to make: Assemble a team of Rangers able to pilot two or more Jaegers at any given moment. Interchangeable partnerships, all Drift Compatible with each other. The implications of pulling off this project are astronomical, but at the end of the day, Niall’s just worried about how many people are going to end up inside his head.

Now Or Never Zarry, 9.1k, E

They’ve gone two years without saying a word to each other. 

★ Making Shades of Purple Nouis, 13.3k, E

Sometimes you have to get to where you’re going to see where you’ve been. Or, Louis figures out he’s in love with Niall. It’s way less surprising than it should be.

A Softer World Project AO3 | tumblr tag | masterlist

Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (Today is the most exciting day of our lives.) Elounor

At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better.  At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.) Niall/Laura Whittmore

If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)  ★ Lourry, Gryles

i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH) Nouis

my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.) Louelle

I have loved since you.  But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. (My heart is layers of scar.) ★ Narry, past Zarry

I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.) ★ Ziall

When you touch me, my mind is gone.  The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.) Ziall

It’s a full moon.  I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight. (beware the moon.) Narry

You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.) Ziall

I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.) Tomlinshaw

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can do whatever you want to me. (please do.) Ziall

I do not believe in love at first sight.  But god damn. (Look at you.) Ziall

I don’t know how to make things right.  So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good) Zouis

When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.) ★ Zarry

If something seems too good to be true, quick!  put it in your mouth! (before anything can go wrong!) Harry/Tyler Posey

Today’s a perfect day for naked cuddling.  I don’t even care what day it is.  Every day is perfect. (I’m gonna spend it with you.) Zarriall

This town isn’t big enough for the both of us.  Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang!  Is NASA recruiting?) Ziall

I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human) Zilo

I miss doing nothing with you. (I miss not having to pretend to like your family.) Lilo

In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around. (I want dirt under my fingernails.) Lilourry

I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree.  So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.) Lirry

When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings.  I count in binary, in my head.  zero one one zero one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds) ★ Nouis

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say.  Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.) Zouis

You are the love of my life so far. (Tomorrow’s just a day away.) Nouis

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore) Zouis

I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (That’s the way it crumbles.  Cookie-wise.) ★ Narry, Gryles

I would love you more if you were someone who could love me. (buy your love by playing make believe.) Zouis

I am writing a book of love poetry for you.  For example: “The only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment.  You downstairs motherfuckers.” (Every day I hope to see a moving truck pull in.  Or an ambulance.) Zourry

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster.  But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building.  I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets) Zouiall

If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.) Niam

Life would be way easier if I were easier. (Fact.) Lilo

I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.) Ziall

Tumblr Writing

Genderqueer Harry + coping with dysphoria Narry + “Did you buy me… lingerie?” Narry // hopelessly hopeful. Nessie // the way you make me feel. Nessie // But, Stay Nessie // fake dating Nessie + “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any [pants].“ Nessie + “so, slow and loving, or hard and punishing?” Nessie + “you don’t have to be so gentle.” Nessie + “don’t leave me, you’re too warm.” ★ Nessie // thigh riding Nessie + panties, bottom Bressie Nessie + Post Break Up Kiss Nessie + Hesitant Kiss Nessie + Distracting Kiss Nessie // American cop AU Nessie + Unbreakable Kiss Nouis + "what do you mean you aren’t coming?” Nouis + Too Much To Ask Zayn/Tyler Posey // tonight & always Ziall + canon angst Zigiam // birthday sex Zouis + “these violent delights will have violent ends and in their triumph die” Zouis + having breakfast in bed at 4 pm? ★ Zouiall // Zouis teasing Niall

Teen Wolf  writing tag | masterlist

You Put My Head in Such a Flurry, Flurry Sciles, 1.9k, G

Hey You, Stop Blushing at the Werewolf and Eat Your Sandwich, Stiles Stilinski. Self portrait, charcoal on buff wove paper, 9 x 15.

Tumblr Writing

Sciles // “maybe in five years...”

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