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Hi! I saw that your requests were, so don't mind me dropping in^^

I constantly see Malleus/or Sebek x Reader fics where they give reader a rock or smt for the dating ritual and reader is clueless- ye non of that.

Reader is the definition of Goblin core or just Goblin in general, the moment Malleus/or Sebek presents the rock, they run to Rumshackle to get their pretty rock and later reader is like "have a rock of love... My love for you"

Can I request something similar as a scenerio for Malleus and Sebek? (If you don't feel like both, then plz do Malleus)

Thanks!

Thanks for dropping by! It does feel like a fae would be one to gift something strange and mundane as an important gift. Here is your request of getting an unusually random item from the fae boys as a romantic gesture. Hope you like it!

It wasn’t every day that one got courted by a fae prince.  You’d become somewhat of a legend among the first-years for taming the fearsome dragon prince.  When your dear Malleus happened to approach you while in a group, all the other students would freeze up, but you’d just smile at your sweetheart and wait to hear what he wanted.  It was usually to present you with some sort of gift.  You’d become used to receiving gifts, sometimes of immense value, as an everyday occurrence.  You’d just smile at the jewels or such and wish your boyfriend a happy day before going back to your business. 

Your friends, though, they were always eager to check out what you’d been gifted and bemoan their own luck at not receiving such riches.  “Ah,” sighs Ace, “my last birthday, I got socks.  Look at what you get for it just being Tuesday!”  Ace lifts the bejeweled…whatever…and moans again.  Sometimes, no one was quite sure what the gifts were, but each gem-encrusted piece gave off an air of sophistication.  You consoled Ace good-naturedly while also mentally planning a visit to see Lilia later and ask for more information on…whatever this was.

Lilia was always more than happy to invite you in and hear more about his ward’s courting progress.  “Ah, a gilded corset cover.  How nice.” Lilia smiles at you knowingly.  “I’m sure you were happy to add this to your ballroom staples for your future in Briar Valley.”  You pictured it; men and women dressed in elaborate clothes, decorated with such things as bejeweled corsets.  Well, you tried to picture it before shaking your head and leaving that in the category of ‘things you’d figure out later!’  You returned the short fae’s smile, “Ah yes.  I’ll just store that away with my other ballroom garments and accessories.” You flash him a tight smile and he chuckles at you before handing you a book.  “Thought you might be interested in this.  Many old fae customs and traditions in there.  For, oh I don’t know, someone looking to learn more, so they don’t have to go chatting up their grandpa every time they get a private gift.”

You’d smiled at him gratefully and accepted the book.  You were glad to read up on the culture of Briar Valley and found it quite fascinating.  There were even a few notes specifically on dragon fae.  In retrospect, you had recognized a few of the things mentioned in Malleus’s behavior already.  It felt good to be in the know for once instead of always running to Lilia for help. 

You were especially glad to have that knowledge before receiving the gift you’d gotten today.  You were hanging out with your friends in the Basketball Club, listening to Ace brag about things he’d actually done (scored 2 baskets from the 3-point line) and things he’d only imagined (breaking past Jamil).  That was when you noticed a sort of hush had fallen across the gym.  You closed your eyes and felt a sort of sensation, like electricity or a storm brewing, that you knew meant your sweetheart was nearby.  So, it was no surprise to you when you opened your eyes and turned to find Malleus at your side. 

You smiled up at him warmly and greeted him.  He returned your smile and greeting with a soft fondness that was characteristic of your relationship.  “Dearest Treasure, I have today a boon for you.”  Saying this, he pulls from the air a branch and holds it out to you.  You gaze at the leafless twig and back up to his nervous expression.  He waits patiently but cautiously for your response.  A great grin spreads over your face and you accept the branch.  “Oh Malleus,” you say, barely containing a tremor in your voice, “this, this is wonderful.  Thank you, it was just what I was dreaming of.”  You beam up at him and show your branch to your friends.

“It’s just a stick,” you hear Ace whisper to Floyd.  Malleus’s mouth tightens a small bit and Jamil notices.  He immediately goes into full blown retainer panic mode.  “A stick of great quality!  Your Highness, I have never seen a stick of such fantastic proportion before.  Surely it is the greatest stick of all.”  Malleus preens at the praise.  Floyd tilts his head and only comments, “I don’t see it.  Land-dwellers sure are strange.”  You give your confused friends a small laugh before grabbing Malleus by the hand and leading him from the gym. 

You lean your head gently on his arm as you walk, smiling happily at your branch.  “It is a particularly nice branch, isn’t it?” you ask with a smile.  Malleus gives a contented hum from deep in his chest, “So what do you intend to do with it?” he asks carefully.  You look up at him surprised, “Why put is around my bed of course.  What else would I do with it?”  He laughs merrily, pleased by your response.  Yes, you know what this is.  The first branch of many that you will use to construct a dragon’s nest.  You can’t believe you’ve just received a proposal from a dragon.  You pull your treasured branch close to your heart and smile on.

It was a rock.  A round sort (but not perfectly round), with a crack running along one side exposing some glints of the interior.  It was most certainly a rock.  “It’s a rock,” Grim offers, “If you can’t eat it, what good is it?”  You look over at your companion disapprovingly, “Plenty good.  Plus, you eat rocks all the time, so I don’t think you should be one to judge.”  He gives you a disdainful look, “Only the good smelling ones.”  Then he wanders off, leaving you alone in your Ramshackle room with the rock.

You smile and wander around the room, trying your special rock in many different places.  You finally settle on the mantle in front of the mirror, where you’d see it every day when you got ready.  It really was a nice rock.  You turned it around to look at it closer.  The crack along the seam appeared as a flaw at first, until you noticed how its jagged shape resembled that of a lightning bolt.  Through the little lightning bolt gap, a few green sparkles of the interior layers were visible, peridot, you thought.  It was perfect.

You remembered a conversation you’d had with Sebek long ago on books he’d read.  You’d asked him for some of the stories from his childhood and he’d told you a tale he read as a small child about a brave bird that walked to the ocean to find a pebble for its beloved.  It sounded like something you remembered from your own world, and you told him so.  He smiled and said that this was an old traditional tale in Briar Valley.  Now, you understood what sort of tradition it had created.  Smiling at your pebble, you set yourself to your own task.

“Here’s a pretty rock,” Deuce offers it to you.  You examine it carefully before tossing it back on the ground, “No, that’s nice but it’s not the right rock.”  Ace walks over to a pile and picks up another, “How about this one?”  You look at him and roll your eyes, “Ace that’s just a regular rock.” He tosses the rock down in frustration, “That’s a regular rock, this is a regular rock, your super special rock is just a regular rock; Prefect, they are all just rocks!”  You frown but continue to scan the ground below you.  “You don’t have to keep coming along if you don’t want to.”  You knew that to most people, it would seem like a pointless endeavor.  Finally, Ace heaves a large and exasperated sigh.  “No, I’m coming.  I just don’t get it is all.  How about this one.  If you turn it just right, it almost looks like a heart.”  You smile and obligingly look at the rock, already knowing it wasn’t YOUR rock.  “It’s nice.  Why don’t you keep this one?” 

He moves to toss it but then appears to reconsider and pockets the unusual-shaped rock; it was a neat rock.  You don’t say anything but smile to yourself.  That was Ace’s rock; sort of average looking but when you twisted it right, it was a solid heart.  You didn’t need Ace’s rock though; you needed your rock.  Just like Sebek had looked until he found one that perfectly represented himself, you’d look until you found one that fit you just right.  That was the point of it all.  To journey as long and far as the penguin of legend and find a representation of yourself to offer to your partner. 

You didn’t know how long it had taken Sebek to find that perfect rock, but you knew he’d have never settled for less than the best.  He’d have climbed a mountain and traveled great distance; anything it took.  So…you’d just have to do that as well.  One day, you smile to yourself, you’d be able to return the gesture and offer back a rock, and with it, your entire self to him.  Then you’d place the rocks on a mantle together, maybe in a little cabin of your own in Briar Valley and live happily ever after.

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Hello, Mr. Monster 8

Summary: Eros and Psyche inspired Soulmate!AU, Morpheus x female OC/reader

Master list

Chapter Warnings: SMUT A/N: So... I did a sneaky in this chapter. First one to guess correctly gets a 500 word Sandman drabble (you can give me a prompt or let me go wild - your choice). This is the biggest tender!fuck I've ever seen. Like damn. It's an important beat between chapter arcs, and there are some themes/hints ya'll should really take note of. For reasons. All I want for my birthday are comments, my dears! <3 Thank you for your ongoing support.

8. Seal

What happened?

Creeping out of the fog, she swept together the distant pieces of her waking mind, looking for a thought, or a plan, or…

What happened?

She’d had a wonderful dream. Safe. Warm. Happy. If she could fall back asleep and drop back into that place – those arms – she would, but a sleeping mind never followed the same course. She was waking, and it was over.

But she didn’t remember going to bed.

That was all right. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d gotten drunk or collapsed after days without sleep. Not a problem.

But –

She hadn’t set her wards.

Her eyes snapped open, and her hand sprang out, reaching for the bag of black salt she always kept near her bed in the van. Anything could come, anything could already be there. As she jerked to consciousness, full of half-remembered terror – the mirror, the unseelie, her skin, the dress – long fingers caught her flailing hand. They wove seamlessly between her own, pulling her attention down to starry eyes. Soft lips pressed to her knuckles, calling her back from the brink of delirium.

“All is well.” Morpheus’ thumb rubbed along her throbbing pulse, distracting her from her panic with tactile affection. He read the beat as her memory settled, as she recalled where she was and what they’d shared. He must have felt the spiking rhythm, too, judging by his smirk.

He was beautiful. And definitely naked under the grey silk sheets that gathered over his waist.

She licked her lips, at a loss for words as the butterflies she thought she’d banished sprang back to life in her stomach.

“Hello.”

Yes. Excellent. Definitely the most romantic greeting after waking up for the first time in a lover’s bed. In her fucking eldritch soulmate’s apparent love nest, actually. So far as she could tell, they weren’t even in a room. She could see him easily, but beyond the place where they were lying, she could only see vague, bushy shapes that could’ve been clouds or trees. Lights flickered in them. Maybe stars. Possibly fireflies.

No visible exits. Not even a floor, in fact.

Though it wasn’t like she was in a rush to leave.

“Hello.”

Following his gentle tug, she sank back to rest on her side, facing him.

He was so beautiful. She’d already thought it, but damn if it wasn’t worth thinking twice. With his disheveled raven hair and self-satisfied expression, he looked at least half as debauched as she felt.

Which reminded her.

Oh shit.

She was naked, too.

Her free hand moved towards the sheets that had fallen all the way to her thighs when she sat up, but his disapproving pout made her second guess herself.

Covering bare skin was instinctual. Especially after everything she’d suffered in –

No, no. Not thinking of that. She physically shook her head to banish the flashes of pain and fear trying to manifest.

She was safe. She was happy. Her Dream was real, and she could be vulnerable with him in this world apart. Nothing would hunt her here. Nothing would dare. He would avenge and protect her.

Carefully, consciously, she let her hand drift from the sheets, and Morpheus smiled in the wake of her decision.

“My love,” he purred, looping an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, “I want you.”

He nuzzled into her neck, kissing under her ear and finding new places her blood pounded under her skin. She found herself trying to remember language, how to speak in anything but sighs. Prince of Stories. Right. Whatever. Prince of Carnal Brainmelt more like. He made it impossible to think, working little bites over her flesh as he continued his eager assault, leaving her squirming, and desperate, and tongue-tied.

Even though she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt them burning far below her skin. Below flesh and bone. Stars were only cold because of their distance, and she was much too close to see them as anything but suns. She knew it was reckless to look, to stare back and let the heat blind her, but…

She couldn’t pull away now, even if she wanted to. He didn’t need prison bars and pansies to trap her.

Panting, she finally strung together an answer. “I want you, too.”

Her words brought him back to her lips, and he wasted no time licking into her mouth, sharing his heated groans. One hand slipped around to cradle her head. The one he’d used to reel her in crept down, brushing along her waist, squeezing her hip, and settling on her thigh. Strong fingers pulled her leg over his hip, and she groaned back into their kiss as his clear desire brushed her clit.

He didn’t press, only dragging himself through her folds as he explored her mouth. When she stopped for breath, he kissed under her chin, palm flexing just over her knee. She writhed with his slow strokes, enjoying the moment but far from satisfied.

“I need you.” Kissing his brow, his cheek, his lips, she sang her yearning. “I need you, Morpheus.”

Her words found him and burned the way his eyes flamed in her soul. She saw them kindling in his gaze as he pulled away to watch her face, swallowing every flicker of expression as he teased her entrance. And pushed inside.

The world hummed.

It was all beginnings and endings and discoveries. Dream was himself, and she was with him.

He moved so slowly, and she clung tight, shaking as the pleasure built with the inexorable pace of sunrise. Clutching his shoulder, his back, she fought to keep breathing, to keep her head above water as he pushed and pulled inside. Gods. He’d drown her, and she’d gladly find death here in his arms.

“You asked what I want.” He wasn’t as helpless to his physical manifestation as she was to her human body, but his rough voice proved how she affected him, and a sunburst of pride glowed in her breast. “Perhaps I was dishonest with myself. I want the measure of your dreams and your waking hours, too.”

He hunted for her fear, waiting for the golden moment to snap under the weight of his confession. His searching eyes flicked over hers, desperate but guarded. She didn’t know what to say. If she could say anything. But she wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t threatening her – this was an invitation. And she could only invite him back, let him feel the truths she couldn’t name yet.

Her hands settled on his face, trying to soothe the needles of anxiety, his anticipated despair. She offered more kisses, pulling at his lips, welcoming and reciprocating each touch in an effort to reach deeper. Too feel even more.

His grip on her thigh tightened, and he rolled half over her, leaving his sedate, almost drowsy lovemaking behind. Still tender, but openly needy, he picked up speed, using the new angle to his advantage.

She thought she’d been breathless before – fuck.

“I want… a life. A story. You.” He was begging. Commanding. On the cusp of claiming his own dream.

He didn’t take. He shared. They gave and met in true union, tasting elements beyond bodies to melt through time embrace destiny. A snare of their wyrds. A welcome loss wrapped in discovery.

Her heart would burst. There wasn’t enough of her to hold the love for something so vast as her monster, her Morpheus, and as he hiked her leg even higher on his waist, she grabbed him by the hair. She needed him. She needed his kiss, his breath, or she’d fall apart. He obliged, but she knew she’d go to pieces regardless.

As his thrusts grew more erratic, she broke.

The most exquisite destruction.

He pushed as deep as he could reach as she pulled out his own end, but he didn’t give her space to breathe. Rolling again so she was half draped – entirely boneless – over his chest, he kept his defiantly hard length inside. She’d have rest, but no peace.

Stroking her hair, he murmured into the crown of her head, “Stay, my love. I’m not ready to let you go.”

[nebulousbrainsoup]

Always, For You.

SUMMARY: For ages, you have taken care of the Crown Prince, helped him escape his worries and the stresses of soon bearing the throne. Tonight, he wants to take care of you. PAIRING: prince!seonghwa x fem!reader GENRE: smut, lil bit of fluff AU/TROPE: royal au, secret lovers/forbidden love WORD COUNT: 2.5k RATING: 18+ TAGS/WARNINGS: pet names (my love, darling, my prince), idiots in love, it's really emotional (but in a good way), not beta'd, probably questionable editing A/N: for @hwaightme || bai, my love, my soulmate, the seong to my joong and one of the kindest people i have ever had the pleasure of knowing; happiest of birthdays to you. thank you for the joy you bring into the lives of others. thank you for being the sweet soul you are. and thank you, eternally, for indulging and encouraging my chaos and bullshit at every possible turn and for going very rapidly from "admired favorite author" to "chaos mutual" to "dear friend". this blog would not be what it is without you, and i cannot thank you enough. much love, and happy birthday <3 smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

SMUT TAGS/WARNINGS: momentary dom/sub tones, they're both switches, oral (fem recieving), seonghwa's tongue, pet names (good boy, my prince), no protection (don't do it)

The chill of the approaching winter permeated the air around you, piercing through the thin material of your night dress. Your cheeks surely had a rosy, wind-kissed tint to them, and you could feel the skin of your lower lip chapping as you gnawed at it. The minutes were dragging on like hours as you waited, ever patient, for your lover to emerge from the darkness of the palace gardens. He was not infrequently late; being the prince, he had many responsibilities to take care of before seeing you���but rarely had the sky been dark for so long before his arrival. A shiver coursed through you and you brought your numbing fingers to your lips, breathing warmth back into them.

Your time together was precious and so very limited. You would wait. He had never betrayed your trust before, and he would not do so tonight.

After what may have been hours, quick, light footsteps approached your perch on the same bench you perched on every week, unmistakable as anyone other than the man you awaited. He looked flustered already when he turned the corner, cheeks flushed pink from the brisk night, and he sighed in relief when his gaze fell upon you. You smiled, less warmth and more mischief behind yours, as your mind ran wild at the sight of him.

He was in front of you in two long strides, bowing to press his lips to your knuckles as you rose to your feet. His cloak wound its way around your shoulders, an apology in his sweet brown eyes as he took you in.

“Y/N,” he sighed, breathless, “you waited.”

“Seonghwa,” you smiled, reaching up with your free hand to close the cloak around your shoulders, “you came.”

It was a silly ritual, really, one you would deny if another ever discovered it. You had long since stopped scolding the prince for his whispered apologies at his frequent tardiness, settling instead on a compromise. His greeting, an apology, and yours, a soft abatement of his nerves. You would wait until the end of time for your prince charming.

“You’re near-frozen,” he hummed, clasping your hand between both of his to warm it.

“I’m alright,” you replied, smiling warmly as those wide eyes begged once more for the forgiveness you readily offered. “You made it, my love, that is what matters.”

He beamed, the stars dancing in his eyes as he straightened up. “I have somewhere warm for us tonight, if you would allow me the honor of your company.”

Ever the gentleman, Seonghwa released your hand, offering instead his arm. “The honor would be all mine, Your Highness.” You looped your arm through his, giggling to yourself as his ears turned pink. 

You would go anywhere he desired of you.

The one-room cottage you found yourself in was quaint and cozy, a small fire already burning in the hearth when your lover opened the door for you. Grinning once more, you curtsied before you stepped over the threshold, sighing as the warmth in the cottage sank into your bones. Something undefinable tugged at your heart as your eyes roamed the space, noting the small bed pushed into a corner, the lingering scent of dust in the air and—as the centerpiece of Seonghwa’s evening work—-a cozy-looking nest of pillows, cushions and blankets nestled squarely in front of the fire. Huffing out a happy, breathless laugh, you turned back to find him observing you, a coy smile on his face. 

“How did you manage this?”

“I nearly didn’t,” he admitted, stepping properly into the space and admiring his handiwork. “Autumn has been shorter than I anticipated. It was my intention to have this place for us before the first freeze, but I’m afraid I didn’t quite reach that goal.” 

His eyes had drifted to the floor as he turned back to you. Quietly, you closed the space, cupping his jaw to guide his eyes back to your own. “It’s perfect, Hwa. Thank you.” 

The smile that spread across his face warmed you more than the crackling fire. “Anything for you, dearest.”

His eyes darted to your lips as he spoke, and you smiled, once again rolling the bottom one between your teeth. You could feel the way his pulse ticked up under your fingers, and warmth spread through your body. It was a beautiful thing, to be so wanted.

“Anything?” you breathed, barely audible. Still, he nodded. “Then make love to me, my prince.”

He needed no more direction, sealing his lips over your own and pulling you flush against him. A pleased hum passed between your lips at his blatant need, his grip on your waist firm. You sighed into the kiss, arms draping over his shoulders and fingers carding into his hair. With one soft tug, he was melting in your arms, a breathy groan leaving him as you guided him away from you and gestured to the nest he had made.

“Take your boots off and kneel, darling,” you directed, a warm smile still etched onto your features.

Seonghwa was enamored with you, his doe eyes shining as he nodded eagerly and rushed to follow your instructions. Your heart fluttered once again as you watched him obey, slipping your own shoes off and slowly making your way to the fireplace to carefully hang his cloak next to it. When you turned back to him, he was watching you with a steady, half-lidded gaze, hands obediently splayed on his thighs.

You beamed, stepping into the ring of coziness and kneeling in front of him, catching his chin to pull him in for another brief kiss. “There’s my good boy.”

You both heard and felt his breath catch, as he preened at the praise, leaning into your touch. “Always for you, all for you,” he hummed, eyes flickering over your face.

You observed him carefully for a moment, eyes narrowing as his gaze remained sharp, reading you as you were reading him. Many nights, all it took was a single direction and a bit of praise and you had the prince eating out of the palm of your hand. Tonight, though, you could see something different in his gaze—something curious and questioning.

“You’re thinking again,” you murmured, fingers tracing back up his jaw to card into his hair. “This is meant to stop that.”

“It’s not bad, this time,” he hummed, hands leaving his thighs to ghost up your sides. You barely held back a pleasant shiver, raising an eyebrow at both his statement and his bold move. “Let me take care of you tonight,” he muttered, gaze meeting yours once more, “Let me do for you what you do for me.” He shifted from his position, kneeling up to loom over you, and you felt your stomach flip. “Let me worship every inch of your body and treat you tonight like the queen I will one day make you.”

All of your usual bravado was gone, the persona you had so carefully built for your encounters with Seonghwa ripped to shreds with a few pretty words. You heaved a shaky, breathless sigh and nodded. “Yes.”

His lips met yours once more the instant the word left your mouth, hands wrapping firmly around your torso. You pressed yourself against him until every possible inch of your body was flush with his own, grip firm in his hair and on his shoulder. Slowly, gently, he shifted, laying you back into the bed he had made for you as though you would shatter. His hands roamed over you, his touch feather-light as he explored your body. For the first time in your memory with Seonghwa, you were the first to break the kiss. You parted from him with a gasp and a heady whine, grip tightening against his scalp as he took the opportunity to trail kisses down your neck. As his lips worked lower, his hands slipped higher, sneaking under the thin cotton of your night dress to slide up your thighs. You sighed, pleased, and felt him moan against your collar bone as he found your ass bare. His eyes flickered up to your own, pleading with you, and you grinned. Perhaps tonight would not be so different, after all.

You had a special, particular relationship with the Crown Prince. Never in your memory had he taken control of you in any aspect; you were always the one to take care of him. His daily duties weighed upon him heavily; any courtesan or servant with a working set of eyes and a brain could see that. One passing comment about helping His Highness get out of his head and he had begun sending you missives, calling for you to meet him in the gardens after sundown. You could remember the first night you spent with him as though it were yesterday, little more than a conversation and a chaste kiss shared between the two of you. Oh, how beautifully had he blossomed.

Now, there was no rosy coloring to the tips of his ears as he lifted you from the makeshift mattress and tugged your night dress over your head, dropping it carelessly to the side. Now, the eyes that once looked at you with trepidation and abashment burned into you hungrily as his lips reattached to your skin at the earliest opportunity. You whined in protest as you were left bare to him, an unfamiliar sound that had him halting in his tracks for only a moment before his mind registered your shaking hands, tugging frantically at the buttons on his uniform coat. He chuckled quietly, sitting back on his heels to do the work for you.

“I never thought you would let me have you like this,” he admitted, a sheepish smile gracing his delicate features. “Thank you.”

His pause was long enough for you to take a deep breath and gather yourself just enough to smirk at him, the hand still on him tracing lower to press against his arousal. “I know you’ll make it worth my while, won’t you, my prince?”

Your words seemed to douse the flames behind his eyes in kerosene, his jaw tensing as he stripped his upper half with more urgency. “I will make tonight worth every minute you have ever waited for me.” 

Within seconds, his coat had been stripped away and his undershirt quickly followed, each finding their way to the floor. He dropped just as rapidly to settle his face between your thighs, pupils lust-blown as he glanced up at you. For the first time since you had begun this relationship, he asked for no permission before pressing his tongue against your core and lapping a fat stripe up it. The moan that ripped from your throat at the combined sensation and unfamiliar position had him humming happily against you, eyes slipping shut in bliss as he began to work you over. Seonghwa could die happily between your thighs, he thought. There was something intoxicating about your scent, your taste, and each time he found himself in this position, it took every bit of his willpower not to stay there the whole night. 

Tonight, though, he could do just that.

His moans buzzed through you pleasantly and your hands once again anchored themselves in his hair, grounding you against the onslaught of pleasure as that devilishly talented tongue of his fucked into you. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his lips and chin as he lapped and sucked at your clit, interspersing the intense waves of pleasure with the kinder, gentler sensation of dipping into your entrance. You sighed and squirmed under his attention, fingers tugging gently at his scalp in encouragement. He was practically purring as he drank you in eagerly, lust-drunk gaze locked onto your expression while your legs closed tighter around his head. Within mere minutes, you were falling over the peak of your orgasm, grip vice-like in Seonghwa’s hair as you held him still—though, if his moans were any indication, he wouldn’t move if he could.

That sinful, skilled tongue laved at you until you were a whimpering mess, palm pressing against his forehead to nudge him away as overstimulation began to take hold. He gasped for breath as he relented, turning his head to press a soft kiss to the inside of each of your thighs. Your chest heaved as your eyes blinked open, a fresh wave of arousal making you shudder at the dark, hungry gaze fixed on you.

“I could die happily between your legs,” he muttered, voice hoarse and laden with arousal.

“Seonghwa,” you sighed, reaching forward to drag him into a messy kiss. The taste of your arousal lingered on his tongue, now sliding between your lips the same way it had parted your folds. Gripping his hair tighter, you reluctantly dragged him back, taking a shaky breath to steady yourself. “I need you.” 

Your plea came out breathless, saturated in need and, when paired with your nails dragging over the front of his pants, it was impossible for your lover to misunderstand it. It was his turn to breathe a shaky exhale, gentle hands pressing you back into the now disheveled nest until he could rise to his knees. You watched him carefully, an appreciative half-smile stuck on your face as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He was beautiful in every situation, in every light, but tonight, with the dancing firelight bathing him in gold and casting twisting patterns over his skin, he was a work of art that should be immortalized in a gallery. 

The warmth of the fire when combined with his body heat was overwhelming in the best way, just the right side of suffocating to push all other thoughts from your mind. He captured your lips firmly as he once more caged you in, filling you perfectly as your hips met. Pleased sounds left your lips in unison when he began to move; strong, slow rolls of his hips that had you arching up into him. Little time passed before your kiss dissolved into nothing more than panting against each other’s mouths, and you fell back to the ground, content to lock your eyes instead of your lips. His intensity had you short of breath; this ethereal man, the Crown Prince, was looking down at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky. 

With a tight, high whine, your second high of the night crashed into you, fingers tightening in his hair again. Your shared gaze did not break as he quickly followed you over his own peak, his mouth dropping open and brows creasing in pleasure.

When you both came back down to earth, neither of you let the other go, bodies tired and satiated, the warmth of the fire lulling you both into a sleepy state. Your time together would be cut short soon, you knew, but you let yourself bask in peace for now. 

His whisper cut through the quiet like thunder, “One day, I will have you. My promises are not empty. I will move mountains to have you by my side. I will do anything, my love.”

You could hear the tension in his voice, the tears gathering at his water line. Shifting up, you pressed your lips to his to silence him. “Will you stay, then?”

He smiled, the dying flames beside you dancing in his eyes. “Always, for you.”

In the aftermath, wrapped soundly in his arms, you let yourself believe.

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╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎~ ╰─..★.──────────╯ Contains: Wholesome fluff :> Its maleficent boy's birthday, this is juust for him. <3.

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Malleus walked casually through the halls of the campus, a blank expression on his face as though he didn't have a thing on his mind. When in fact it was quite the opposite.

He was thinking about you, what you were doing at this time, what you'd like to do with him today. A picnic like last week? Or a simple date, quality time snuggling at Ramshackle..despite all of Grims griping about it.

Though it was a little late in the afternoon..he figured since it was his birthday, perhaps that was ample excuse to come see you at such a time. And so, he disappeared into thin air, and the next thing you knew, he was standing in the living room looking around like a lost puppy dog.

You were busy in the kitchen getting food for Grim, considering the lazy bastard didn't want to get up out of bed. When you stepped out and paused for a moment upon seeing him.

"Uh- when did you get here?" you asked and set the tuna down and quickly tried to appear presentable. "N-not even a warning text? I look terrible...-" you complained and quickly tried to rush past him to get to your room.

He looked down at you, and in that moment, you knew there was no chance of escape. He gently snagged your waist and smiled down at you.

"Hold on, dear..." He held your face, seemingly admiring your features for a moment before tilting his head. "Do you happen to know what day it is?" He hummed, his voice smooth and soft.

"uh- uh.." You looked away to think, since looking at him was just making it harder to gather your thoughts. He gave you plenty of time until finally you gasp and grabbed his hand.

"It's your birthday! oh dear, I nearly forgot. But I do have a present for you." You smiled and pulled away from him and pointed to the stairs. "It's in my room, you can tag along but, I think Grim is sick..so."

He narrowed his eyes curiously and nodded, "I'll be as quiet as possible." he stated and pat your head. "Alright, thank you." You stood on your toes for a moment to kiss his cheek before you headed for the stairs, pulling him along by his hand.

He kept up with you easily, the two of you traveling quietly to your room. Upon opening the door, you poked your head in and saw Grim peacefully sleeping balled up on your bed.

You let go of Malleus' hand and quietly walked over, beside Grim was a little stuffed animal..a stuffed gargoyle. You picked that up then grabbed a little keychain, also gargoyle themed. Then you headed for the door, Malleus waiting patiently with a curious look.

You closed the door and chuckled, "He's a surprisingly heavy sleeper, but anyway." you pulled him away from the door so Grim wouldn't be woken up. Then you held up the stuffy and keychain.

"I..i know its not much, and you're a prince and deserve something more extravagant than a stuffed animal and a little dinky keychain. But i know you like Gargoyles, and i also wanted to use this to tell you that i want you to show me some of the gargoyle's around the school!"

You took a breath and smiled a bit nervously, after all, even if he is your boyfriend..he is still a little scary and imposing.

His expression, however, was that of surprise..and joy, then that expression softened and he pulled you close. The stuffy was squished between you two, but he didn't care.

"Thank you, so much..they're fantastic gifts." He smiled and held your face with a soft look in his eyes. If you hadn't seen if for yourself you would bet the powerful fae prince didn't have such a gracious and soft side to him.

Seeing his reaction you couldn't help but giggle a bit, putting your hand over his and shrugging. "I didn't think you'd like them that much..but i'm really happy you do!" you cheered and kissed his palm.

Such a simple act made him melt, his face just slightly pink to show for it. He leaned close in preparation for a kiss..however..

The door opened and Grim flopped onto the ground and yelped, "Y/n! My-!" he paused mid sentence when he saw Malleus, then he grumbled. "Fine! i guess i'll just go get my tuna myself!" He huffed and stormed off.

You and Malleus watched him go before looking at eachother and laughing, "I suppose this leave the bed open and waiting for use?" He chuckled and picked you up.

"ah! uh- i guess?" you smiled, "Grim might come back and throw a fit though." You warned as he gently kicked the door to open it wider and closed it magically.

"It is the perfect opportunity to use that stuffed animal, no? Well, i think you'll be better to snuggle with." He shrugged and carefully set you down and took the stuffy and keychain from your arms and set them aside for now.

You watched him do so, laying back and relaxing with a pleased smile. "I wasn't even that tired before, this is all your fault." you joked as he unbuttoned his blazer and took it off, neatly folding it and setting it aside.

"Really? My most sincere apologies, Dear." He looked back, smiling smugly before he walked over and sat down on the other side of the bed next to you. "You were in your pajamas though when i arrived." he stated and laid down, pulling you close and tilting his head.

"Well-! You appeared out of nowhere! And i was getting ready to do some studying in bed!" You retorted and pouted with his smile only became more smug.

"I jest, i jest.." He smiled and kissed your forehead, "It does not matter now, let's simply enjoy the time we have here." he hummed and set his chin on top of your head.

"Well, i won't argue with that.." You muttered, reaching up to gently rub his horns, and you did just that right up until the moment he had fallen asleep..

You looked up at him and smiled to yourself, "Happy Birthday~ sweet dreams, sweet prince.." You muttered, playing with his hair until you too, fell into peaceful slumber.

.

..

...

Grim struggled a bit to open the door, but once he did, he noticed the two of you sound asleep in his bed..well, it was your shared bed, but cats will be cats.

He got up onto the bed and was about to wake you up..but then remembered the last time he did that and how Malleus always gave him the scariest smile whenever he saw him..such a smile that made his fur stand on end.

So, with better judgement this time, he just laid down beside you and pouted right up until he had fallen asleep.

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[chelleisamazing]

One year ago, I saw a trailer for an upcoming prime movie and thought the concept was right up my alley. I decided I'd read the book if I liked the movie but wanted to wait to see it first.

One year ago, I stayed up late to watch this movie the day it came out; I remember I'd gone out with my friends that night, so I came back home slightly tipsy but still determined to watch and oh boy, what a ride it was. I laughed, I swooned, I cried sad and happy tears at 3 AM in my bedroom and by the end of it, I thought I'd never seen anything else like it: so unique and wholesome, warm and hopeful ❤️

One year ago, I decided to read the book and got even more trapped into this story than I already was, already watching the movie daily for weeks. I felt for Henry. I related so much to Alex... I could see myself in him, especially in his struggles of trying to define who he was and how he felt about it... I'd never been brave enough to let myself think about those things, but this story gave me that last push. Alex's story made me believe love can win. Henry's story made me brave. For me, it wasn't just about the romance but a journey of self-acceptance and courage.

It's been a year of fun, creativity, positivity, love, and joy ♡ thank you to everyone in this fandom who makes it brighter every day with your wonderful creations, whether it be fics, gifs, manips, fanart, etc-- ya'll make this such a wonderful place to be at. We loved this movie and story so much that we even made a sequel happen, and I still can't believe we managed to do that sometimes!

Thank you to Matthew for deciding to bring this story to the big screen and bring more visibility to it, so that all the people who hadn't even heard about the book like myself, found it's way to it ♡ thank you Nick for being our beloved Henry, and being so loving and caring of our dear heartbreak prince, the prince who decided to be brave to live as he truly was ♡... thank you to Taylor for being the most perfect Alex we could've asked for-- as many have said, he's the embodiment of so much goodness in a person, I can't think of anyone better to play our dear bisexual menace ♡. He loves this story so much and knows how much it matters to many of us who are like Alex-- queer or latino or relating to Alex's inner struggles with anxiety/adhd. He did the job with so much love that I can't wait to see what's next ♡

And the most thanks to Casey for sharing with us this story that was in their heart, a story of hope for a better world full of the acceptance that everybody deserves ❤️

Happy Birthday RWRB, it's a joy to be here 🎂❤️🤍💙

[dark-frosted-heart]

Sariel Noir 4th Birthday Story (both POVs)

Parts from Sariel's POV in purple

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Part 1

Two days before Sariel's birthday-

A local nobleman suddenly arrived at court to visit Sariel.

(It’s rare for Sariel to receive a visit rather than the princes)

(I don't usually interact with him...What is he up to?)

Despite my concerns, Sariel chatted with the noble with a smile on his face.

While chatting with the noble, I considered the possibilities.

Nobleman: Oh dear, I’ve gotten carried away. How embarrassing. I came by today to give this to you.

On his cue, the servant beside the nobleman handed his lord a fine wooden box.

(So that's how it is...)

Sariel: I apologize, but I do not accept bribes.

Nobleman: A bribe? I’d never. I was told that the day after tomorrow is your birthday. This is a simple gift.

(Regardless, it's a gift to win over the chief bureaucrat)

Sariel: Thank you for caring about government officials like myself. However, I’ve never received a gift like this before. I can’t help but think there’s something more to it.

Nobleman: Preposterous. I heard at a party that the princes each gave you a rose. This year, I’ve come to celebrate you.

With a proud smile, the nobleman revealed the contents of the box.

Nobleman: This is 50 year old whiskey. I was told that you’re fond of liquor.

Sariel: ...

For a moment, I glanced sideways to Emma.

Emma: …!

(Whiskey? No way!)

~~ Flashback ~~

Yesterday—

The moon shone brightly on a clear winter night sky.

Emma opened the window slightly and looked out at the bluish night sky.

Emma: It’s going to be your birthday in 3 days, isn’t it, Sariel?

As I opened the window a bit and looked at the winter night sky, Sariel came up next to me and hugged my shoulder.

Sariel: That time of the year already? Time flies by fast, doesn’t it? I just wish that time would slow down when I’m with you.

(...)

He gently kisses my head and my shoulders tense from the ticklish feelings and love.

When I lightly kissed Emma on the head, her ears, which were white from the cold, turned slightly red.

(Perhaps Emma has a surprise in mind this year)

(I was a little mean in the past, so it would be good to be genuinely surprised this time)

Even though I knew no one was watching, I felt oddly embarrassed and shut the window.

Emma: I’m thinking about gifting you liquor this year.

(Oh...)

I turn my back to the window and face Sariel.

Sariel: No surprises this year?

Emma: I’ve learned that surprises don’t work on you.

(It's rare for me to be outwitted)

(I wonder if Emma realizes it's more embarrassing to say it upfront)

Sariel: I see. A wise choice. Regarding liquor…ale?

Emma: Nope. I have aged whiskey for you.

(It’s actually from the year that Sariel came to court, but I’ll keep that as a surprise)

Sariel: Whiskey? I look forward to it. However, I do have one request.

Emma: …?

Sariel: I’d like to have you all to myself that day.

He took my hand and stroked the back of my fingers with his thumb.

Emma: But work…

Sariel: A day off won’t hurt. The princes aren’t children. Sipping whiskey with you during the day is the greatest luxury.

(If I had my way, I would keep the whiskey for as long as I can without drinking it...)

(It might not be a bad idea to open it with Emma)

Just the fact that I get to spend my birthday with Emma is enough to satisfy me.

It may be too indulgent of me to ask for more.

(It’s certainly a very immoral way to spend time if it wasn’t a special occasion)

Emma: Got it. Then let’s celebrate your birthday together that day.

I kissed Emma's fingertips to hide my smile.

My lips were sealed, but it was difficult to subdue my dancing heart.

(Actually, I also have a pair of cufflinks for you…)

(Let’s keep that as the real surprise)

~~ End flashback ~~

(What do I do? It’s the same present…)

I forced a smile for the sake of our visitor, but on the inside, I wasn't happy at all.

(Without a doubt, you're flustered that your gift was stolen)

(Please notice that I'll be happy with anything you give me, Emma)

(I’ll hold on to the whiskey for now and just give him the cufflinks…)

Nobleman: I apologize for the cheap liquor. I thought it unseemly to be so extravagant.

(A 50 year old one’s pretty expensive!)

Nobleman: Now that I think of it, it seems that I’m not the only noble that’s prepared presents. A viscount I know had prepared custom-made cufflinks with gems.

(Huh?!)

Beside me, Emma's shoulders jerked.

(Ah...she probably prepared cufflinks as well)

(This is troubling)

It's hard to imagine what Emma must be going through. That being said, I found her troubled state adorable.

Sariel: Such a thing is wasteful on me.

Nobleman: The chief bureaucrat’s modest- Oh, what’s the matter?

Realizing that he was talking to me, I hurriedly put on a smile.

(I’m working right now so I need to focus)

Emma: It’s nothing. That’s a nice gift.

The nobleman nodded repeatedly in satisfaction before handing the chest over to Sariel.

(At any rate, I can’t give you cufflinks anymore)

(I have to think of something else)

Part 2

After the noble left, I took time out of work to consult the princes-

Yves: A birthday present for Sariel? Why not some of your baked treats?

–

Nokto: Isn’t it obvious? You’re the present.

–

Licht: Sariel likes alcohol…

–

Clavis: I’ve been meaning to try out a new recipe. Let me help.

–

As it was getting late…

(What do I do? I can’t think of any good ideas…)

Jin: You look down. Something the matter?

Jin, who was signing some documents, called out to me and I looked up in a panic.

Emma: Ah…it’s nothing. Just a personal matter.

Jin: Most problems are personal. I’m willing to lend an ear if you don’t mind.

(I don’t want to bother the princes more than I have, but…)

(Jin might be able to give me some good ideas)

Emma: The truth is…

When I told him my situation, Jin’s shoulders shook with laughter.

Emma: It’s not funny!

Jin: Sorry, sorry.

But it’s a weird thing to worry over.

Emma: Weird?

Jin: I think he’d be happier with what you have ready for him rather than luxuries with ulterior motives.

(I’m sure Sariel will say the same, but I’m still worried) 

Jin: Also, he…Nevermind

Jin cut himself off and smiled bitterly.

Jin: Anyway, don’t worry too much. You already got your answer.

(What do you mean…?)

A pen stand on the desk catches my eyes.

Unlike the simple ones commonly used, this one was engraved with beautiful, exotic patterns.

Jin: This looks nice, doesn’t it? It was a gift and I’ve taken a liking to it.

Emma: It’s lovely and suits you.

Suddenly, the paperweight I recently came across at a glasswork shop in town popped into mind.

I remember thinking that its unusual shape could be used as a pen stand.

(It might go with the glass pen I gave Sariel before…)

(It’s possible it’s been sold out already, but I wonder if I’ll be able to get one today or tomorrow)

Jin: Going by that look on your face, it looks like you’ve thought of something.

Emma: I did. Thank you so much for your advice.

Jin: No problem. Good luck.

I thanked Jin again and left the office with a wave.

Then, on the day of Sariel’s birthday-

(I can’t believe nobles came to visit today)

The plan to spend the whole day with Sariel was immediately interrupted by nobles who suddenly came to visit.

 (Yesterday, three brought presents and we had to deal with them…)

Among the visitors was the viscount with the cufflinks.

(The cufflinks with the gems were a gift after all)

(I’m glad I found a nice glass pen stand…)

(We’ll be able to spend the afternoon together, so let’s celebrate to our heart’s content)

As I was heading to the kitchen to prepare drinks, Sariel came out from the drawing room.

(Seriously, how do they come up with all these things)

The present I received as an engraved pen stand.

At first glance, it looked like any ordinary item, but perhaps-

~~ Flashback ~~

Sariel: I apologize, but I can't accept this.

I return the luxurious cufflinks to the viscount.

Viscount: Why?

Sariel: I cannot accept jewelry or precious metals. There's the possibility of someone accusing me of accepting bribes to drag me down.

In fact, it's happened several times in the past.

Viscount: Is that so. I didn't realize.

Sariel: No, thank you for your kindness. I'll accept your thoughts.

~~ End flashback ~~

(The pen stand looks like it has gems on it too)

(Despite my refusal, I was forced to accept when it was left behind...)

(I'll inspect it later)

Sariel: Oh, Emma.

Emma: You’ve worked hard today, Sariel. Have our guests left?

Sariel: Yes, they’ve finally left. I’m sorry that I kept you waiting.

In Sariel’s hand was a small, fine-looking wooden box.

Emma: What did you get?

Sariel: This.

(Huh…)

Inside the box was an engraved pen stand like the one that Jin has.

When I opened the box, Emma froze, her gaze fixed on what was inside.

(Are you concerned about this...?)

Sariel: This was specially made to be used with a glass pen. Truly, I’m not sure how they were aware that I use a glass pen.

If you were to ask me, it’s shaped a little differently than a regular pen stand, with a wider tube.

Emma: This…is a birthday present, right?

Sariel: Yes, that’s correct. 

(Could it be that...)

(I can’t even give him a pen stand…what do I do!?)

(In any case, I need to present another present)

Emma: I’m sorry, but I just remembered that I forgot to buy something. I’ll be back by noon…

I plastered a smile on my face as I took a step or two back, turned on my heels and ran down the hall.

(I'm tempted to curse nobles after this...)

Part 3

By the time I returned from shopping in town, the sun had set. It wasn’t until after dinner that I was finally able to spend some quality time with Sariel.

(I looked everywhere, but everything I saw was already something gifted by a noble)

(In couldn’t come up with anything in the end, so I went with “this”)

Sariel: By the way, shall we have the whiskey you mentioned before?

My heart skipped a beat at the timing, as if he could see right through me.

Emma: Sure…here.

I handed him a wooden box with the whiskey as well as a bouquet of roses that I had hidden behind my back.

Sariel: Oh, I didn’t expect flowers.

Emma: Actually I wanted to give you something more meaningful, but…

Sariel: Far from it. I had the same thought when I received one from you and the princes… Each time I’m given a rose like this, they become more meaningful to me. In a sense, it stays forever.

(The way Sariel cherishes people’s thoughts and feelings…I love it)

Sariel: Thank you for this as well.

After setting the bouquet on his desk, Sariel happily opened the wooden box.

(The age...)

(I see. As expected, a noble's gift can't even compare)

Sariel: It’s such a fine quality…it’d be a shame to open it.

He lifted the bottle of whiskey as if handling a gem and looked at it from various angles.

After looking over the bottle for some time, Sariel looked directly at me.

Sariel: Is this all?

Emma: Huh? Yes, that’s all…

(I wonder if it looks bleak compared to the presents from the nobles)

(Even liquor’s more expensive when it comes from one…)

Sariel: Don’t lie to me. There’s more, isn’t there? For example…that’s right. A pen stand.

(How did he know?)

Sariel: Can you go fetch it?

Emma: But…

Sariel: Emma.

(...)

When dark purple eyes stared at me, I couldn’t say more.

Emma: Okay.

~~

Emma: It’s not much compared to what the noble gave you…

I placed the cufflinks and pen stand that I brought from my room on his desk.

(As expected from you. You know exactly what I like)

(The pen stand matches the glass pen you gifted me earlier this year)

(How can you compare these two wonderful gifts to items that are just expensive...)

Sariel: May I have these?

Emma: Of course.

I lowered my gaze as Sariel reached for the presents.

Sariel: … As my disciple, you should learn to read political tactics a little more.

(Political tactics…?)

Emma blinked in confusion.

(I'm at fault for keeping quiet because I wanted to see that troubled look on your face)

When I looked up, I saw Sariel’s smile filled with affection

Sariel: In any case, thank you. I will cherish these.And you forgot the most important thing.

Emma: Woah!

He pulled me in from the side and sat us down on the bed.

Sariel: I’ve yet to hear you congratulate me.

(Ah…)

(I’ve been so focused on getting him a present that I haven’t congratulated him yet)

Setting my hands on his shoulders, I gazed directly at my lover.

(I want to say this right…)

Emma: Happy birthday Sariel.

(Ah, as I thought...No gem can compare to the sparkle in those eyes)

Sariel: Thank you. To hear words of blessing with your voice is the greatest gift a demon could ever receive.

The sad look on her face slowly disappears.

(He looks so happy…)

The look on his face is completely different from how he looked when he received his presents from the nobles.

(The luxury goods that nobles gave me are nothing compared to your smile)

(Just like Jin said)

(The most valuable thing to Sariel)

(I've long realized that he’d be pleased by my congratulations over anything else)

Emma: This year, a variety of people celebrated your birthday, but… No one can match my love for you.

(I don’t have expensive liquor or shiny jewelry, but)

(I love Sariel so much and no one can compete with me on that)

Sariel: That’s right, I’ve received a lot this year. …

(Because of that, it reduced the amount of time I could spend with you...)

(Well, I suppose I'll make up for lost time now)

With a smile on his face, Sariel unbuttoned his shirt.

Sariel: I’ve received so much that I’ve become as greedy as the devil. I won’t be satisfied until I receive another one.

Fingertips traced my collarbone, and the collar of my blouse slipped down my shoulder.

(The way he’s looking at me is so unfair…)

His intense gaze made my face heat up with embarrassment.

(It’s embarrassing, but it’s Sariel’s birthday…)

I tell myself that, but deep inside, I’m looking forward to this sweet moment.

As if seduced by the devil’s gaze, I found myself kissing Sariel.

(I could go on and savor Emma like this.)

(I don't have much patience today)

Emma: Nn…

As we kissed repeatedly at different angles, the kiss suddenly deepened with a passionate sigh.

Emma: Nn…ah…

The sweet sighs that left her mouth fueled my desire to devour her even more.

He held the back of my neck as my lips were continuously ravished.

As soon as our lips parted, Sariel’s impatient hands removed my blouse.

Emma: What’s up with you today…

Sariel: I supposed I’ve been starving since the nobles interrupted my plan of spending the day with you.

Emma: Ah…

He laid me down on the bed and gently pinned my wrist.

Sariel: I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had my fill of you today.

He looked down at me with eyes filled with more passion than usual, and my heart was suddenly racing.

Emma: It’s your birthday today, so-

I gulped and fixed my gaze on Sariel.

Emma: Go ahead. As much as you want.

Sariel: o_o Don’t regret your words.

I fell into the hands of a starving demon and was lured into a sweet and stormy night.

I gave in to my instincts and indulged in immoral activities with Emma, as if consuming the thoughts of Emma celebrating my birthday and the time lost together.

[vampirefest]

Dear companions in darkness, the wait is finally over! We'd like to thank everyone who participated in our little guessing game, we got a lot of interesting answers.

For the month of November, we bring you a fun low-pressure bingo inspired by Lestat, that you can fill up at your leisure throughout the month.

You can use the prompts on the bingo card to write fanfics, make fanart, amvs, edits or any other creative outlet to show your appreciation for our beloved Brat Prince.

You can find the rules and guidelines for the event here. The link to the collection can be found here.

Don't forget to tag with #vflestatbirthdaybingo and/or tag us at @vampirefest so that we can find your posts.

Here is the complete bingo card for our birthday boy!

You can find the full detailed prompts below the cut.

Happy Lestat Month!

1. "My lord, the Wolfkiller": The killing of the wolves, a moment that comes to define Lestat for all eternity. You can explore this fundamental event in Lestat's life, the way it altered the course of his life and his family dynamics, and the symbolism it came to represent in Lestat's later life.

2. First love I The witches' place: For Nickistat lovers out there, this is your time to shine! It's also a chance to explore another formative moment of Lestat's life—his experience at the witches' place—when Lestat came to the fundamental understanding that there is no meaning in the end - not to the cruelty, not to the laws of men - all that exists is the one life he's living and the aesthetic of it all.

3. The performer: Actor | Rockstar: Performing is Lestat's second nature, either to present an image of himself to others to earn their love, or to hide this true self. From the time he is a young man, Lestat is awed by actors and artists, they create worlds and life out of nothingness. Some of Lestat's best and happiest moments are on the stage, acting or singing for his adoring public.

4. Rue Royale era: For decades, 1132 Rue Royale was the home of our favourite little vampire family. A family that, according to Lestat, shouldn't have lasted as long as it did. Here you can explore the dynamics between the unholy family, between Lestat and Louis, and the highs and lows of this period in Lestat's life. As Lestat said, he has never been as happy as in that little house on Rue Royale.

5. Free Space: This is your chance to explore any themes or moments in our brat prince's life outside of the prompts proposed. Let your creativity run wild!

6. "I don't like myself, you know.! love myself, of course. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.": Use this prompt to explore Lestat's insecurities and his complicated relationship with himself, from his abandonment issues to his reflections on his body, his monstrosity and so much more.

7. Lust for life: Here you can explore Lestat the dreamer, Lestat the hedonist, Lestat the embodiment of hunger. He has a lust for blood, love, adventure, for a better life filled with more excitement and lived to the fullest. Lestat takes what he wants and follows his every whim.

8. Resilience: Lestat is the metaphorical cockroach of the Vampire Chronicles universe. Whatever life throws at him, he rolls with the punches and finds a way to survive and make the best of every situation. He always finds a way to reinvent himself and to keep moving forward. With this prompt, you can explore Lestat's defiance in the face of obstacles and his resilience even under the worst circumstances.

9. The Brat Prince | Prince Lestat era: Set your creations in the Prince Lestat era or simply explore Lestat's bratty nature that earned him the moniker "The Brat Prince".

[kirans-wonderland]

Malleus Birthday Special~

"Cmon Lilia pleaseeee. You gotta tell me" you pleaded trailing behind the older fae. "ah ah ah i'm afraid i cannot help you dearie. Why don't you ask him yourself?" You groaned. "You think I haven't tried that!? Every time i ask him what he would want he just avoids the question. I'm desperate Lils. D e s p e r a t e." The fae chuckled "I wouldn't concern yourself too much with this matter" he teased before disappearing from your line of sight.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

And thats how you ended up here... listening to Sebek... rant about Malleus. "IN CONCLUSION, I PERSONALLY WOULD BESTOW MASTER MALLEUS WITH A RECOUNTING OF HIS ACHIEVEMENTS AND WONDEROUS QUALITIES AS A GIFT ON THE DAY OF HIS BIRTH-" "SEBEK- I got it thanks. I'll keep that in mind." you sighed, rubbing your ringing ear. "I AM GLAD I COULD BE OF SUCH ASSISTANCE!!" You pursed you lips and patted his shoulder before leaving. And there's the end of the quick list.

Silver sleeping

Lilia enigmatic unhelpful grandpa

Sebek he tried, he really did <3

...

And so the day arrived, still without a gift for Malleus. This really shouldn't be so hard but what do you get for a dragon let alone a prince?? You're borderline frantic at his point. "Cmon henchhuman it's not thaaaat bad, it's not like he'll kill you... right?" "Grimmmm you're not helpi-" Knocking at the door cut you off. Exchanging a wide eyed look with Grim you moved to the door, wishing to the Great Seven that the one behind the door wasn't Malleus. The one time you'd be excited for Adeuce to come tumbling through your doorstep.

The door opened with a deafening creak. Oil hinges.. right, added to the list. And there Malleus stood. "Greetings Child of Man" "Hey Mal" "I was wondering if you would be willing to advance our daily stroll." He offered holding out his arm. You nodded putting your arm through his as you set off. You couldn't bring yourself to stop getting lost in the thought about your lack of gift. "-N... y/n? Are you alright?" You snapping out of your daze "h-huh? Oh yeah. Don't worry I'm listening."

He furrowed his brows, leading you to sit down together on a fallen tree. "What is the matter?" You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry. I just- I really wanted to get you something special for your birthday.. i just couldn't think of anything. i'm sorry Malleus." You finished putting your head in your hands. He stared ay your hunched figure with slight bewilderment. He paused before laying his hand on your back. "This." You looked at him. "What?" "This. This is what I wanted." He smiled, moving a lock of hair out of your face. "I cannot fathom a gift I would desire more today than you darling." He kissed your forehead. It was your turn to smile feeling like you were going to cry over how wholesome he is. "I have an idea now" He raised his eyebrows "Oh? reall-" You cut him off pressing a kiss to his lips. He moved his hand to run through the hair at the nape of your neck keeping you close. You pulled away leaning your forehead to his. Letting out an airy chuckle you wished him a happy birthday. "It definitely is my dear~"

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YES I GOT IT OUT BEFORE MIDNIGHT (well, my time)

I ALMOST THREW UP WRITING THIS OMG IMAGINE IF MEN WERE MALLEUS.

anyways, sweet dreams all~

[lunarbuck]

Dance With The Devil (1)

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

WC: 4.4k

Summary: Your world turns upside down, but this is only the beginning.

Warnings: kidnapping, fear, swearing, violence

A/N: Yay first chapter!! I can't wait for y'all to read it :) please let me know what you think <3 Some dialogue is taken from the movie. beta'd by the amazing @purpleshallot :))) happy birthday my dear!!!

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chapter 2

You have always preferred fairytales to real life. True love’s first kiss, fate, all of it. Not to be cliché, but it’s been your escape. From a young age, you found yourself wrapped up in worlds full of magic. Of happily ever afters and fairy godmothers. 

As an adult, you still retreat into those stories for comfort. On difficult days, you lose yourself to mystical places, wishing you could be there, living those lives. You find it cruel, really, to open the door to other worlds like that and not let the dreamers in.

Today, the fall air is crisp and fresh as you board the bus after class. Leaves the color of fire fall from the trees and onto the street, crunching under people’s feet as they walk past. You lean your head against the window and pull out one of your favorite books. You always find yourself returning to it, no matter what happens in your life. You’ve read it so many times you have it memorized by now. The story takes you far away from New York to a place with deadly sword fights, disguised princes, and magic. 

As you turn the page, your heart tugs in your chest, finding yourself at your favorite part of the book. The unassuming and quiet princess meets the prince for the first time. He falls for her instantly, but she doesn’t know who he is, as he’s disguised as a commoner.

It’s easy to get wrapped up in the story, but when your phone buzzes in your pocket, you know you need to check it. You scroll through a few work emails, planning responses in your head when you realize what time it is.

You continue looking at the screen, expecting to see a text from your father that he got home from physical therapy safely. He should’ve been back at least 15 minutes ago.

But there’s no text, no phone call, nothing. Your heartbeat speeds up, you can hear blood rushing in your ears. You try to calm your nerves, telling yourself that maybe his phone died, and he forgot. Your father has always been a little bad with tech. There’s probably nothing wrong.

You repeat the words to yourself the entire commute home, unable to focus on the story that had captivated you just a few moments ago. You keep whispering them over and over as you walk up the cracked steps to your house. You even say them as you search the place for your father.

Your mind goes silent when you find the house completely empty and your father’s cell phone on the ground, the screen shattered.

Shit.

Your head spins as you try to figure out what to do. This isn’t like your father. He’s never disappeared before. He would never go somewhere without leaving at least a note on the fridge or the counter. 

After a few deep breaths, you pull out your phone and call 911.

“911, what is your emergency?” You barely hear the words leave your mouth as you rattle off your name, address, and the fact that your father is suddenly missing. You tell the dispatcher when the last time you had seen your father was and that you found his phone cracked on the ground.

The dispatcher stays on the line with you, but you don’t pay attention to what she says, instead staring at your father’s spot at the dinner table, a newspaper folded just the way he likes beside a cup of coffee, long gone cold. He always insists on having one in the morning, even though he hates the taste.

A few minutes later, a police cruiser pulls up to your house, lights on but no siren. You scramble out of the house and through the front door and find Griffin, your friend from Undergrad, leaning against the car casually.

He’s dressed in his police uniform, pressed and without wrinkles, but as you get closer, you can see the bags under his eyes. Knowing him, he probably was out late last night drinking. He’s always been that type. Even since graduation and getting a job, nothing’s changed.

Griffin has always been around, even when you didn’t want him to be. Him and his deep brown eyes that are always watching over you with a protectiveness that never seems to fade.

“Hey, Griff,” you say quickly, eyes shooting around the block for any sign of your father. Everything looks normal as if your world hadn’t been turned upside down.

Griffin scrutinizes you; the heat in his gaze is evident to you, and you try to shrink away from it. You know he’s always had a thing for you, but you pretend not to notice just like you always do. You’re too busy, too preoccupied with literally everything, to get into a relationship with him or anyone else for that matter.

“So your dad didn’t come home?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as if this were a regular conversation between the two of you. 

“It’s more than that,” you snap, noticing they only sent one officer. Why wasn’t he with his partner? Why did he come alone? “Where’s your partner? Is he out looking for Papa?” The childhood name for your father slips so easily from your lips that you wouldn’t have noticed it had Griffin not made a face.

“No, it’s just me on this right now. I wanted to check it out before we declared him missing.” Anger bubbles in your chest, but you shove it down. Being angry won’t help right now. You need to focus. That’s the only thing that will help your father.

“Okay, where should we start?”

Griffin explains how a missing person case works, and you nod along with him, trying to make sense of it all. Your father has no enemies that you know of, no one that would wish harm upon him.

As you go through this with Griffin, your eyes wander away from him and over to the houses around you. It’s possible someone saw something; maybe they just didn’t know what they were seeing.

You cock your head, noticing your neighbor across the street has a camera above their doorbell. You start walking to the house, not bothering to explain your action to Griffin. He follows, though, seeming to understand.

To your surprise, your neighbor is more than willing to share the footage with you and the police. She brings out her laptop and rewinds the video until Griffin tells her to stop. Your hands shake as she plays it.

In the grainy video, you see a black van pull up outside your house. Four men dressed in black jump out and walk straight into your home. You know for a fact you’d locked it that morning. How did they get in?

It’s surreal. It’s like a movie. A terrible, shitty movie about men breaking into your house and kidnapping your father. The trees blow in the wind, a bird lands on the pavement, and everyone keeps moving like nothing is happening in the house.

A few moments later, the men emerge from the house, dragging your father between them. He’s fighting back as best he can, but he can’t do much in his weakened condition.

You want to scream, you want to throw up, you want to rewind time and make it so none of this ever happened.

The video has no sound, but you can only imagine his calls for help. How they went unanswered.

Griffin thanks your neighbor after getting a copy of the footage and walks you back to his cruiser. Your legs feel like jelly, unable to support the weight of everything any longer.

“Grab whatever you need for the next few hours and come with me,” he instructs, voice tight. “We’re gonna find your dad.”

When you arrive with Griffin at the police station, you’re surprised by the lack of urgency the other officers give to your father’s disappearance. Is this not important to them?

Griffin lets you sit at his desk while he shows a few people the video, trying to see what people know. The police station feels hospital-like. People rush around, calling out odd codes and names while you sit in the middle of the chaos. Everything smells like the floor cleaner they use. It burns your nose. 

For a while, you scroll through your phone aimlessly, not really sure what you’re looking for before putting it away and reading your book instead.

You finally reach chapter 3. The princess has just discovered the true identity of the prince. The words make your heart flutter despite the noise and disorder surrounding you. You manage to lose yourself in the pages, the world around you fading away.

The prince holds the princess close, cupping her cheek in his hand. They stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, not yet knowing that they were meant to be. The universe had granted them the greatest gift of all, true love. You know what happens next, but that doesn’t stop your brain from coming up with all the ways they might be challenged in the future. 

A hand clasps your shoulder, pulling you from the fairytale world and crashing you into reality. Griffin is at your side, a grim look on his face.

“What?” you ask quietly, not sure you want to hear what he’s found.

“Come with me.” He grabs your arm, tugging you up from the chair. Your book tumbles to the ground, but he doesn’t give you a chance to retrieve it. He guides you to an interrogation room and shuts the door behind him.

“What is going on?” you ask, ripping your arm from his grasp. 

“I got an image of the license plate from the car your dad got into.” You want to interrupt and correct Griffin. Your father didn’t “get into” the car, he was kidnapped and shoved, but you keep your mouth shut. “I tracked it to a few fake identities, but I finally found something solid. All these fake guys work for the same very real mafia family. The Laufeyson family has a pretty big presence around here, and I think they’re the ones who have your dad.”

The mafia? No way. You shake your head, and Griffin gives you a pitying look. You hate it.

“Papa would never get involved with the mafia. He has no reason to. Even when he stopped working, we had enough money for treatments, his inventions always made enough…” your voice trails off when you think of the past few months. How stressed your father had seemed, the odd phone calls, you’d thought nothing of them at the time. But now…

“Look, your dad was sick and desperate. He probably thought he had no other option.” You hate how he talks about your father in the past tense as if he’s already gone.

“Where is he?” you ask before you can spiral into what-ifs and hypotheticals.

“I’ve got an address. There’s no promising it’s where he is, though.” You nod, and Griffin hands you a scrap of paper, an address scrawled messily on it. “We’ll go tomorrow morning. Right now, you need to lie low in case they’re looking for you.” You roll your eyes and scoff. Does he really expect you to wait until tomorrow? 

He’s an idiot if he thinks that.

Griffin drives you back to your house and gives you an awkwardly long hug before getting back in his car and leaving. For a guy that claims to care about you so much, he has a funny way of showing it.

You quickly gather some belongings, unsure how long you’ll be gone, and put the address Griff gave you into your phone. It’s far, too far for you to commute or bike. You don’t have a car, so you decide to call an Uber despite the cost. It’ll be worth it to find your father.

The car arrives after 10 minutes, but honestly, it felt like hours. Every moment that passes, every second that goes by, feels like an eternity being stuck in the unknown. Not knowing what he’s going through.

Your driver is friendly enough, though as he gets closer to the address, he gets more and more cagey. 

Your phone buzzes, and you spare a glance down at it, seeing that Griffin has texted you a few times.

Lmk if you need anything

You wanna get dinner? I got off early.

Hello? Whyre you ignoring me?

You groan inwardly at the messages. Griffin has never been the romantic type, and clearly, nothing has changed since the last time he asked you out. You don’t bother responding, tucking your phone in your pocket as you stare out the window.

The car comes to a stop before arriving at your desired destination. Your driver explains that he can’t go further than this, so you climb out of the car and thank him anyway, tipping even though he didn’t take you where you wanted.

In the distance, you see a giant gated mansion on top of a hill. Without even looking at your phone, you know that’s where you need to go. The place looks straight out of a movie; of course, it’s where the bad guys live.

You make the trip on foot, watching out for anyone suspicious. The gate around the house is tall, but you scale it somewhat quickly, surprising yourself with your newfound upper-body strength.

The sun has set by the time you’re crossing the well-kept lawn, chilling you to your core. You carefully creep around the house’s perimeter, looking for a way in. You find a window cracked open and are stunned at your luck.

The window slides open easily, and you slip through the opening, finding yourself in a large sitting room. The plush carpet dampens your footsteps, making you nearly silent as you creep through the room.

As you push open the door to the hallway, you lock eyes with a man down the corridor. You freeze, unable to move away even as you will your feet to move. The man doesn’t call for help, though. Instead, he tilts his head as if to get a better look at you.

He steps toward you, then furrows his brow, thinking better of it. You wait for his next move with bated breath.

“Your father,” he whispers, eyes darting around, probably watching for other people. “Go upstairs.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks in the opposite direction, seemingly content with pretending he never saw you. 

How did he know you’re here for your father? They must not get many visitors that arrive on good terms; maybe this is a common occurrence?

You wait an agonizing few minutes until you’re sure the coast is clear before you dart to the staircase he’d gestured to.

The mansion is more extensive than it appeared from the outside, and you only realize the size as you climb the sweeping stairs to an upper level of the house. Corridors filled with doors leading to different rooms catch your attention, but you know that you must look for any sign of your father and avoid getting lost in the maze of the home.

A chill runs through you as you pass through the house. Even though you’ve seen signs of life here, it feels like a museum. It doesn’t feel like a home. No one really lives here; they just pass through. Existing and moving on.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you hear him. Your father coughs after every other word, barely getting the sounds out. He sounds so weak.

“Please, someone,” he groans quietly before breaking into another fit of coughs. You practically run down the hall until you reach a room at the very end, the door cracked slightly open. Not caring if anyone sees you, you push the door open to reveal your father.

Bile rises in your throat at the sight of him.

He’s tied tightly to a pole in the center of the room, hands cuffed behind his back around the bar, and feet bound at his ankles. From what you’ve seen, the rest of the house has hardwood or carpet. This room has concrete floors.

This room was built for pain, for bloodshed.

Even in the darkness of the room, you can see bruises bloom around his eyes and on his cheeks. Blood splatters on the ground. You can only imagine the pain he’d been through before your arrival.

Your father must not have heard or seen you come in because he continues to whisper his pleas.

“Papa,” you say gently as you cross the room and crouch in front of him. You place your hands on both sides of his face; he is so cold against your skin. “Papa, I’m here.”

Your father’s eyes open as far as they can with the swelling, but he finally sees you. “Oh, my, how did you find me?” he croaks. You shake your head, reaching around to see how his hands are cuffed. You hold one of his hands in yours and wince at the temperature.

“Your hands are like ice,” you whisper, returning your attention to his face. “We have to get you out of here.” Your father shakes his head, even though the action appears to pain him.

“Please, I want you to leave this place,” he begs, desperation lacing his voice.

You ignore his words, focusing on trying to undo the binds on his feet. “Who did this to you?”

“There is no time to explain,” he urges, “you have to go. Now!” You sit back on your heels and stare at your father in disbelief.

“I won’t leave you!” Your tone is harsh, but you don’t understand why he wants you to leave him behind.

Suddenly, someone grabs your shoulder, pulling you away from your father with incredible strength. You scramble out of their grasp and back to your father, unable to catch a glimpse of the person that grabbed you before they slip into the shadows.

“What are you doing here?” the person, a man, asks harshly, spitting the words at you.

“Run,” your father groans fearfully. You search your father’s face for something, anything, to help you through this.

You spin around, pressing your back against your father in an attempt to protect him from the new man.

“Who are you?” you ask the man cloaked in shadow. 

“Who are you?” the man asks in response, his words sharp and deadly.

“I’ve come for my father. Please let him out; can’t you see he’s sick?” you reply, voice even and calm, not showing how terrified you are.

“Your father is a thief. He owes me.”

You shake your head; he must be lying. “But he could die. Please, I’ll do anything!” Desperation creeps into your voice, but you hold firm. You want to cry, you want to scream, but you don’t. You won’t, not until your father is safe.

“There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.” The words are swift, his tongue like a whip.

“There must be some way I can–” You turn back to face your father, searching his face for the answers. “Take me instead!” It takes everything in you to pull your eyes away from your father and face the shadowed man.

“You? You would take his place?” He sounds unsure, troubled by what you’ve proposed. As if you’ve caught him off guard.

Your father struggles against the binds, trying to grab onto you. “No! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Even though it pains you, you don’t look back.

“If I did, would you let him go?” You can’t see his face, but you can tell the man is mulling over his choices. He holds your life in his fingers.

“Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever.” Your heart sinks, but you know that it is for the best that you take your father’s place. He has access to the money you’ve been making, to his treatment services, everything. It would be easier with you there, but you know he’ll be able to care for himself until he finds a caretaker. 

As anger burns inside your chest, you stare at the shadowed man in front of you. You want to see the man forcing you and your father into this fate. You want to look him in the eye as he sentences you to death at his hand.

“Come into the light,” you whisper, barely able to form the words. The man doesn’t move for a moment, but after a breath, he steps forward and into the light cast from the window.

Your eyes widen as you take him in. He’s tall, towering over you like a mountain. His black hair is slicked back in the front, though a piece has fallen out of place and covers one of his eyes. Dressed in an all-black suit, the man looks as though he is made of the shadows that had just been concealing him. Bright eyes stare down at you as if they can see right through you.

“No,” your father says, sputtering and coughing. “No, I won’t let you do this!” 

It’s as if you’re in a trance. You can’t break your eyes away from the man in front of you. “You have my word.” The promise slips from your lips as if not yours. 

The man cocks his head, grinning slyly. “It is done.”

All it takes is a quick knock on the door behind him, and the man has summoned two more people to the room.

They rush in, moving you aside and grabbing your father. You try to catch him, to hug him, to just let him know that everything will be okay, but the raven-haired man grabs your arms and pulls you away, holding you against his chest. One arm brackets around your front while the other covers your mouth, muffling your yelling.

You struggle against him, willing him to just let you say goodbye, but your efforts are futile.

It doesn’t take long for the two men to drag your father away. You can’t help but feel like you’ll never see him again. The feeling lodges itself deep in your gut, making you feel a heaviness like you’ve never experienced before.

When it is just you and the raven-haired man left in the room, he releases you. You crumple to the floor, finally allowing your tears to fall freely. The ground is cold and hard beneath you as you wet it with your tears.

The raven-haired man says nothing for a long time, letting the sound of your sobs echo between the walls.

When your throat is dry, and you have no tears left in your body, he moves to stand in front of you instead of behind you.

“Come,” he says curtly as if speaking to a dog.

You shake your head, holding it in your hands. “You didn’t even let me say goodbye. I’ll never see him again.” Finally, you look up at the man. Fury rips through your veins. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

If the man feels bad or feels any remorse, he doesn’t reveal it. “I’ll show you to your room.”

His words take you by surprise. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. Is he going to give you a room? It wouldn’t have shocked you if he’d just told you to sleep in this torture room. “My room? But I thought–”

“You want to stay here? In this… cell?” he asks, tilting his head. The faint light from the window makes his eyes shine. You search his face for any trace of emotion but find nothing. His blue eyes stay trained on you, his lips pressed into a line. 

“No,” you reply, annoyance clear from your tone. That earns you the smallest of smirks. His right eye ticks. He must not like being on the receiving end of an attitude. Well, he better get used to it.

“Then follow me.” The raven-haired man doesn’t help you stand. He doesn’t provide you any support as you wobble on weak legs. He just stands by the door, waiting for you to catch up.

You walk a few steps behind the man, following him like a shadow as he guides you through the corridors. He points to different doors, other paths through the home, but you don’t really hear him.

It’s like you’re underwater; everything is muted and warped. Your thoughts spin through your head, and you’re barely able to process them as they fly past. It all happened so quickly, you’d acted without thinking through all the possible outcomes, and now you’re stuck here alone forever.

The man comes to a stop in front of a pair of ornate wooden doors. He stares down at the handles, but you stare at him. He’s yet to tell you anything about him; he is a mystery to you.

“You are to never step foot in the west wing,” he says through gritted teeth, shifting his eyes toward you. “Do I make myself clear?” 

You take a shaky breath and look at the carvings on the door. They seem to tell a story, but before you get a chance to look for the start, you find yourself speaking. “What’s in there?”

“It’s forbidden.” You flinch back from his harsh tone, dropping your eyes to the floor.

The man turns away from the door and guides you down a new hallway. You notice more art hung on the walls in this area, lots of classics. Your heart tugs when you see some familiar paintings; it’s barely a comfort, but it’s something.

“If there is anything you need,” he says, pushing open the door to a bedroom, “my people will attend to you.” The room is simple, with only a bed, a dresser, and a vanity, but it looks clean from what you can tell. 

He doesn’t wait for you to get settled, doesn’t even tell you where the kitchen or anything else is. The second you step into the room, he shuts the door with a thud.

You barely make it to the bed before your legs give out. You throw yourself onto the blankets and pillows, a sobbing heap as you come apart.

You don’t care how loud you’re being. You don’t care that the man might be standing outside listening. Your sobs rip through you, releasing emotions you haven’t felt in ages. This is bigger than just your father, bigger than being trapped in the home of a man you’ve never met before.

It’s only the beginning.

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[tessa-liam]

Marabelle

The Snake in the Garden

Chapter 6  

Choices – The Royal Romance, an alternate universe 

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret? 

Catch Up on previous chapters – Marabelle Masterlist 

Main Pairing – Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) Taylor  

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson 

Most characters belong to Pixelberry. 

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo. 

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors. 

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff. 

Words – 2480

The Snake in the Garden, Chapter 6 

Chapter Summary – Sophie joins the ladies of the court at the palace for the garden tea party hosted by Madeleine (the Queen in waiting). At the palace, secrets are revealed. 

Music Inspiration - Tongue-Tied, Samantha Gibb, Love Me Like You Do, Jonah Baker, I Surrender, Claire Richards 

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother. 

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events. 

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #45, Prompt 2 - “Just leave. You’re good at that.” & Prompt 3 - “I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” 

Marabelle trotted at an effortless pace alongside the glistening water of the shoreline as Sophie sang along to a song playing through her ear buds. 

‘I’d surrender everything’ 

‘To feel the chance to live again’ 

‘I reach to you’ 

‘I know you can feel it too’ 

Sophie softly touched her cheek remembering the birthday kiss from Prince Liam on the dance floor at the Beaumont Bash. To say she was delighted would be an understatement. Sophie was smitten. The attention the charming prince showered on her made her ‘weak in the knees’ and wanting more.

 It was a beautiful and warm summer morning. The sun shone brightly, and the water glistened; it was going to be a sweltering day. Starting to feel the heat, she lifted her long hair off her shoulders to clip into a ponytail and decided to return to the estate for a shower. 

As Sophie and Marabelle got closer to the estate, alongside the entrance to the stable, Sophie spotted Drake chatting with Maxwell and Daniel. She knew that Drake was at the estate for his weekly maintenance check on the stable and to set the weekly directions for the stable hands. 

Maxwell and Daniel were enjoying their newfound friendship. Sophie shook her head with a smile knowing that the pair could eventually develop that friendship into something more. She was thrilled for them, knowing that their personalities would complement the others' well. Daniel’s laid-back ways will be a calming presence for Max, who she knew was searching for a life partner of his own. 

The question was whether Daniel would ever plan a move from New York to Cordonia. She knew, like herself, he did not have family in the US and he had no commitments to hold him back. Sophie had felt guilty for leaving her dear friend behind and alone. He just needed a reason to join her. And he found it! 

She was elated to see the relationship between Max and Daniel ignite at the Bash. Daniel, being such a sweet guy, deserved the attention of a well-meaning partner; a partner he could not find in New York. In her opinion, Max would fill that role perfectly. 

Everything was going well with Sophie’s move. Settling into her new home easily, she was looking forward to a future in Cordonia. Her extended family was doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable and secure at the estate. In September, when she begins her studies at the university in the Capital, she will have Maxwell with her to show her around and be a guide as well. 

Now that she was 18 and ‘legal’, Max had promised to take her into the Capital to a nightclub. She knew, however, that while Max’s intentions were well-meaning, his focus is shifted now to her best friend, Daniel. Sophie did not mind though, because in all honesty, her focus was now on a certain prince. 

“Good morning, Squirrel!” Daniel sauntered over to greet her as Marabelle slowed to a stop. 

“Hey Daniel, you are up and about early this morning.” Sophie dismounted and moved to give her best friend a hug. 

Maxwell joined the pair, “’Squirrel’...I wish I would have thought of that nickname. It’s perfect for you!” 

“Hi Max,” Sophie grinned. “Oh no, not you, too!” 

“Beaumont, what is it with you? What is wrong with calling her Sophie?” Drake raised his brow and smirked at the look on Max’s face. 

“Just because you do not have the gift of humor doesn’t mean I have to be silenced.” Maxwell replied back. 

“You do realize you are calling your cousin a ‘bushy-tailed rodent’,” Drake countered. 

“Ookay... this conversation is going sideways.” Sophie shook her head, reaching for Marabelle’s reins. 

“Come on girl, let's get you a snack,” leading her horse towards the stable. 

“That’s my cue. Wait up, Sophie, I will walk with you.” 

Drake followed, first chuckling and mock punching Max’s arm. 

Sophie and Drake walked together towards the stable, an awkward air of uncertainty between them. 

After a few minutes, the chime of Drake’s phone broke the silence.  

“You must be in demand today,” Sophie quipped. 

“Yes, well, I am being called back to the palace.” Drake sighed slipping his phone back into his back pocket. 

Sophie smiled softly, “duty calls.” 

“I wanted to check up on the horses here before it gets too hot out today.” 

Drake patted the side of Marabelle’s face, “how are we feeling, girl?” 

“I am taking her back to her stall to give her some shade and treats,” Sophie grinned at her horse. 

“I have to say that I am impressed. Marabelle settled in here at the estate quickly. I can tell she likes you.” Drake smiled, looking at Marabelle. 

Sophie looked over at Drake, beaming, “awe, thank you.”  

With Marabelle now in her stall, Sophie closed the gate, securing a bucket of apples and watermelon to the inside railing. 

“I wish I could spend more time with you today, girl.” Sophie stroked the horse's nose as Marabelle happily munched on an apple piece. 

Drake took off his hat and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.  

“It is so hot out here. I would love nothing more than to jump in the lake. But I can’t.” 

“Yes, and I need to jump in the shower and get ready. I am expected at the palace at 1 p.m. for the garden party.”  

“A word of advice?” Drake looked at Sophie expectantly. 

“Beware the ladies of the court. Do not trust any of them...they are a den of snakes.” 

Maxwell snickered as he walked up, “Do not mind Drake, my cynical friend. They are not all particularly bad.”  

“Well, what do I know?” Drake said with defiance. 

“What my sister had to tolerate from those women, everything that I was afraid of happening, happened.”  

“Will Savannah be at the garden party, Drake?” Sophie asked. 

Drake laughed sarcastically, “not on your life.” 

“But they are not like you, Squirrel.” Maxwell interjected. 

Sophie looked between the pair. The garden party would be the first time she would be interacting ‘one on one’ with these same women today.  

 “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Max. I think?”  

*** 

Cordonian Royal Palace Courtyard 

Queen-in-waiting Countess Madeleine Amaranth, stood beside Queen mother Regina under the trellis personally greeting the ladies of the Royal court and invited guests to her inaugural garden tea party. Not sparing any expense, Madeleine was in her element, feeling superior in station and was not shy in showing it. 

Sipping lemonade, Sophie sat with her Aunt Bethany, Duchess Adelaide and Princess Beatrice of Belgium.  If anything, it was entertaining watching the interactions between the guests. 

“Sophia, you are a delightful addition to court.” Adelaide was very inquisitive, noticing that Prince Liam had been paying a lot of attention to her the night of the Beaumont Bash. 

Sophie politely smiled but stayed silent as Adelaide continued to drone on about nothing in particular. 

“Well, I can tell you one thing, my dear. When I was young and beautiful, men always wanted me. No matter what. But now? It’s like I’m just invisible to them. And it's so infuriating!” 

“Oh, I understand,” Princess Beatrice said, rolling her eyes. 

“Adelaide, how is your husband, Godfrey? I have not seen him in the Capital for quite some time.” 

Bethany inquired, raising her eyebrow. 

At that, Sophie stood from the table, “please excuse me a moment. Auntie Beth, I am going to stretch my legs.”  

As she travelled towards the terrace outside the palace, Sophie paused when she overheard her name being mentioned on the other side of the tall hedge. 

“Pour qui se prend-elle? Pensant que le prince s’intèresserait à elle.” 

(Who does she think she is? Thinking that the prince would be interested in her.) 

Sophie peered through the branches and noticed Lady Kiara standing beside Lady Penelope next to a dessert table. 

Penelope nodded her head in agreement and whispered loudly, “exactly! The nerve of that American.” 

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sophie turned to her left. 

“Lady Sophia, you look lost.” Olivia grinned at Sophie’s expression of surprise. 

“Why are you acting so surprised, Sophie? You should have expected this from Kiara and Penelope.” 

Sophie frowned and responded, “What’s that supposed to mean, Duchess?” 

“Oh, you will learn quickly on how to play their game,” Olivia replied with a mischievous smile. 

Olivia, herself, was in the process of finding out information on the newest member of the court. Especially since she had also noticed that she had caught the eye of Prince Liam. 

Sophie could only sigh in response. Although she had been included into the circle of ladies of the court, she still had to find her place in the court. To do that, she had a lot of information to discover. 

After the awkward conversation, Sophie excused herself to enter the palace to freshen up and to temporarily escape from the hot Mediterranean sun. 

Entering the sitting room, Sophie sat down on a sofa and pulled out her phone. 

*** 

The leggy strawberry blonde opened the large ornate door to the Crown Prince’s private quarters. After spending the previous evening with Leo, she left her lover to leave the palace to return to her apartment in the Capital. 

Veronica was bound by a Cordonian Arrangement, and a non-disclosure agreement, and spent several nights a week with Leo. Madeleine was well aware of his mistress and when she passed the future queen, she made no eye contact but held her head up high and smirked.

Madeleine stalked into the Royal suite in search of her betrothed. When she found him sipping his coffee on the veranda, she did not hold back her rage. 

“Of all days, you must flaunt your trollip while I am hosting my garden party?"

“Oh, it's you? Why are you not at your party?” Leo sneered, daring Madeleine to respond. 

Madeleine did not back down and scowled, “It is your duty to attend the party, as the future King, in the address to the court. Instead, you are fucking your whore! Some King you will make!” 

Immediately standing, Leo slammed his cup against the table, smashing it. 

“I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” Leo seethed, slowly walking inside. 

“I am Royal by birth, Countess. You do not presume anything!” 

Leo continued to walk past Madeleine to enter his chamber and slammed the door behind him. 

“Just leave. You’re good at that.” Madeleine shouted in response and stormed out of the Royal suite, incensed, to return to the garden party. 

Entering the powder room next to the sitting room by the palace courtyard, Madeleine broke down. “You cannot do this to me Leo! You cannot embarrass me with your whore!” 

“I should have known that you would flaunt your lovers, but I do not have to see it!” 

Sitting down at the vanity, she wiped her tears, cursing herself for forgetting that her make-up bag was up in her room. 

After over-hearing a commotion of angry words, Sophie stood and entered the powder room. She froze in place at the undeniable sound of a woman sobbing and crying out. 

Madeleine stood up, hearing the door open behind her. 

“You heard that?” she says aghast, looking at Sophie. 

“Well, you know now, don’t you. I am the worst of fools.” 

“Did I really just hear you say that?” Sophie asks, blinking. 

“Oh Sophie, do not pretend to be shocked," Madeleine says, brushing back her hair with a trembling hand. 

“To be involved with a Rys, means they hold all the cards. It is their birthright.” 

“I will be Queen. That is what the Cordonian arrangement is for.” 

To say that Sophie was overwhelmed would be an understatement. There was a mix of emotions affecting her in a perfect storm; stunned, terrified, puzzled, and doubt were combining to make her question her place in the court and her self-confidence. 

Planning to rejoin the garden party, Sophie appeared from behind the column and walked swiftly away from the sitting room.

Still in the palace, Sophie turned and feeling flustered, she ran face first into a man’s broad chest. 

"Whoa, whoa ...hey Sophie". Liam chuckled, holding her arms to slow her impact. 

Looking up she was met with his kind, crystal blue eyes, but could not formulate a response. She was truly tongue-tied. 

He released her, his hands lingering before pulling away. Sophie could feel her heartbeats pick up, her throat tighten.

As if he sensed her uneasiness Liam spoke first.

"Sophie, I uh... I wanted to ask if you would have time to meet with me and talk after the garden party. I want to get to know you better, and I can tell you've had a rough day."

He cleared his throat.

Sophie spoke quickly, "I would love to get to know you Liam, yes!"

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[stupidgirl2003]

The Old Mausoleum and Princess Elisabeth.

In the Grand Ducal Hessian family, the name Elisabeth evokes melancholic feelings; as the lives of the beholders of this beautiful name, which means 'God-given', the princesses Elisabeth, later Grand Duchess Elizaveta Feodorovna (1864-1918) and Elisabeth, Elizaveta Feodorovna's niece (1895-1903), were princesses whose lives and destinies were intermingled with happiness, devotion, service, and sadness. Today, remembering the beholders of this name, we can remember another Hessian princess named Elisabeth who, like Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig's daughter, also died in childhood. Being so young when she passed away, information about her is scarce. She was the fourth child and first daughter of the Hereditary Princely couple of Darmstadt, Ludwig and Wilhelmine, but the fact is that Elisabeth's parents had been leading separated lives for a while and, the age gap with her older brothers, Princes Ludwig and Karl, was of more than a decade. Therefore, that her biological father was not the Hereditary Prince does not come as a surprise, being the most probable biological father August von Senarclens-Grancy, a Swiss noble in service to the court. He was also the possible biological father of her younger siblings, Alexander and Marie, but, like her, they were also recognized by Ludwig. Wilhelmine's pregnancy with Elisabeth is mentioned in a letter from her sister, Russian Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna to her mother, Amalie of Hesse-Darmstadt: '...I am very sorry for my poor aunt in Darmstadt [Luise, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by the Rhine, mother-in-law of Wilhelmine], whose eyes are in such a bad state. Is she happy with Mimi's [Wilhelmine's nickname] pregnancy ? Dear mother, I don't think I have been secretive with you, but when Mimi told me that I was the first person she had spoken to about her pregnancy, I thought it was not for me to be the first to speak of it, but for her in every way. I still don't know how far along she is, she hasn't told me, but I'm sure you do, dear mother...' . Three months after this letter was written, on the 20 of May of 1821, Amalie Elisabeth Luise Caroline Friederike was born. Although not directly mentioned, she was possibly named in honor of her maternal grandmother and maternal aunts and her official paternal grandmother. She, as a child, possibly spent the majority of her time with nannies that took care of her, and with her mother Wilhelmine. Elisabeth has been referred to as her mother's favorite daughter. Her mother, who loved to travel to Switzerland and had visited it several times before, decided to take all her children in a travel there, but what was to be a happy event, was marked by tragedy, as Elisabeth, in the outward journey, contracted scarlet fever and died on May 27, 1826, in Lausanne, a week after her fifth birthday.

Little Elisabeth was laid to rest first in the Darmstadt City Church for some time until 1831, when the mausoleum her mother had asked court architect Georg Moller to erect in the Rosehöhe, a most loved place for her, was finished. This mausoleum with time became an important burial place for the Hessian Grand Ducal family.

As for Wilhelmine, with the death of Elisabeth, her love for Switzerland, traveling, and life in general decayed. She said some years later 'the old wanderlust is no longer to be found in me'.

Wilhelmine died in 1836, and asked her husband, now Grand Duke Ludwig II, to have a simple funeral and to be laid to rest with her beloved Elisabeth.

Sources: L'impératrice Élisabeth, épouse d'Alexandre 1er by Grand Duke Nikolai Mikhailovich, podcast 'Treffpunkt Heilingenberg' #3 'Eine Affäre in der Schweiz', Die Hessin auf dem Zarenthron: Maria, Kaiserin von Russland, http://www.park-rosenhoehe.info/Park_Geschichte.html and https://freunde-des-schlossmuseum-darmstadt.de/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/flyer_palais.pdf

Thanks to @abigaaal for her feedback on this!

[reileinaxiu]

Finally obtained the elusive volume 7 of TGCF(It was a calamity and a half trying to find it anywhere in any bookstore when I already had volume 8 for ages (3 months). I binged read everything where I left off from volume 4. I'll be rereading at leisure when I have better time.

Warning ⚠️ Spoilers ahead. Go read the book if you haven't.

Anyways I'm here to gush about the weird roller coaster that was TGCF. HuaLian shall forever have my heart when it comes to best romance journey excluding all the weird add-ons and hanger-ons that was the heavenly court and JW's overall mindf*ckery that he calls favor.

Note: no time to quote anything doing this by memory since I've already stashed my books in the depths of the overly cluttered cabinet that is my bookshelf. Some other time.

The giant mecha fight between divine statue XL and the Heaven Capital was so out of field I felt like the book just added a new genre late into the story. But it was awesome all the same I think my favorite part was when HX's bone pets came to their support.

I just can't get over the fact how profound and all-encompassing HC's love for XL is and that clear moment when XL realized HC's identity(WM), that he was seen so completely in not only his highest but also his lowest most self-loathing destructive moments did XL knew that HC is the one and only person who he can wholeheartedly surrender himself to and love. XL also knows that HC is probably the only one who would ever forgive and accept every part of him even the part that he can't forgive and thinks unworthy. HC would probably say there was nothing to forgive in the first place.

HC dispersing after the final battle just broke my heart for XL. 😭 Dear MXTX knows how to write angst and stab in our vitals where it hurts. There reunion was so heartwarming I'm running out of appropriate adjectives. They should never been parted like that ever again. I would have loved to see more of their fresh reunion interactions where XL utterly spoiled and gave into anything HC wanted.

The extras were also too funny I could barely read them straight with how mortifying some of it was.😂 Nice to know every divine statue got their partner 🤭😏. Happy to have finished this close to HC's birthday.

I was hoping XL coffin trauma would be addressed at some point but I'm happy we got something in the extras, not as lighthearted as I thought the extras would be 😭

The art in the last volume is the best so far 🥰😍. Anyone else screamed upon seeing the blatant HuaLian kissing and domesticity. I sure couldn't not with my mom in the same room 😅. But I really wanted to, it felt like HC got a hundred times more sexy with his prince taking kisses in his arms 🤭🤭🤭

Too many thoughts on the matter! I'll circle back to this in the future I've still got 2ha, Thousand autumn to follow and I haven't finished MDZS novels to my great shame 🙏😖

Next time my dearies.

[siren-serenity]

from the depths of the coral sea

characters: jade leech, irene lovejoy warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE (and to your OC!!) !! enjoy this (hopefully) swoon worthy letter from your merman prince &lt;;3 @officialdaydreamer00 - okay so i searched it up and i hope that the nickname 'Chanterelle' suits irene (ur twst oc)! its basically a type of mushroom thats 'notoriously difficult to cultivate' and 'nonedible lookalike'. I wanted a nickname that would summarize irene's mysterious demeanor and uniqueness (plus, you have so many ocs with so many characteristics so i wanted a mushroom with diff kinds of appearance to represent that hehe) hope you enjoy!!! - feedback is appreciated!

Dearest, how do you fare this fine evening? The Coral Sea is colder than ever this Valentine and without you cuddling me to death? (Don't lie to yourself, dear Irene, you know as well as I do that you're such a cuddle monster. I love it. It's cute sweet.) Without you, I feel so cold, so indulge in me slightly more when we return, please?

Look at me. Floyd's reading this letter (He says 'Hi!') and calls me a simp. I don't quite understand but Azul explained that it's meant for people who are 'head-over-heels' for their partner...and they're right.

Cheesy as it sounds but...honestly speaking, I've never felt this way with anyone else before. With you, I feel a spring in my step, a flutter in my stomach, a heat rise to my cheeks, a rose-tint layer over my eyes; It's all so strange to me at first but now? I embrace it wholeheartedly.

My Chanterelle, from the depths of the deep blue sea to the soaring sapphire skies above, I love you. You may call me a liar since I can't fly but the soaring sensation in my stomach paired with the rollercoasters of happiness I feel around you are enough to mimic Coach Vargas's flying style. I love you, Irene, and I thank the Great Sevens that you gave this old eel a chance to love you with every inch of his heart and more. I thank the Great Sevens every day that you even looked at me because, with everything that I've done, I didn't think I deserved love. So, Irene, my love, my dearest, my Chanterelle, I love you.

Happy birthday to you, my everything. Although I can't be with you physically, I hope you can imagine my sweet kisses and caring embrace. I love you, and it pains me to be separated from you for even a week. I miss you dearly.

When we return, I'll eagerly await next to your mirror in the Mirror Chamber. I want myself to be the first student, the first eyes that meet yours on that fateful day. Until then, I shall send my love and kisses through this letter (but nothing compares to you physically being with me).

Once again, I wish you a happy birthday, my Chanterelle.

Not even the Coral Sea is as bountiful as my love for you, Jade Leech

[rabbitenn]

hi! im excited to see another idolish7 imagines blog!!! my birthday is coming up, so would it be okay if i requested hcs/scenario for what nagi would do on his s/o's birthday?

THE HAPPIEST DAY.

It’s your birthday and he’ll celebrate with you as you deserve.

ft. Rokuya Nagi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff.

hi, nonnie ! first of all, happiest birthday to you <3 i’m wishing you have a very lovely time on your special day 🩷 and i hope i managed to post this in time for your birthday too. thank you sm for requesting, i really hope it is to your liking !

— Nagi is one of the sweetest guys you can ever meet. He loves his friends more than anyone ever, and of course, that extends to his s/o.

— So, obviously, he has to celebrate your special day with you! And no small celebration will do either! Your boyfriend wants this to be a beautiful memory when you look back at it.

— First things first, this wouldn’t be a proper birthday if there wasn’t a cake present, so he totally begs resident cook Mitsuki to help him prepare a pretty and tasty one for you (the latter has to prevent Nagi from decorating it with a Cocona theme, though, but he has good intentions, Cocona is very cute, after all).

— Nagi is very considerate and thoughtful under that flashy exterior of his. Not being new to having to queue in order to get his favorite anime merch, he’ll go to the ends of the earth if he has to just to get you that item you’ve been eyeing for months. No matter how expensive it is.

— And of course, he plans a whole trip for your special day, which includes visiting all your favorite places, or new spots you’ve mentioned you’d like to visit some time.

♡

You awake to the vibration of your phone, resonating against the wood of your bedside table.

Turning around in bed, you groggily feel for the device, bleary eyes squinting at the screen.

Turns out, what you see is a little different from what you were expecting, for, instead of your alarm, a bunch of notifications from a certain someone cover the background photo of you and him.

00:00 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Nagi ✧: happy birthday, my beloved 🌹💕

8:32 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Nagi ✧: good morning, dear ! ✨

8:43 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Nagi ✧: look outside your window, beautiful <3

8:44 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Nagi ✧: today is going to be special ~

followed by lots of cute memes and multiple emojis.

Despite the sleep still clinging to you like a blanket that beckons you to go back to the honeyed daze of nightly dreams, you get up from bed. Hair messy, and one of his Cocona t-shirts exposing your shoulder, you make your way to your room’s balcony.

And just as you expected, there your boyfriend stands. Cocona customized phone in hand, dazzling smile on his lips, and waving to you with one of his hands.

“Good morning to you too, handsome.” You chuckle, your arms laying crossed over the balcony railing.

The idol’s sky blue gaze brightens when your face comes into view, his smile widening even more if that was possible.

“Why don’t you come in, Nagi?” You invite him. “As much as the breeze up here is nice, talking like this is hardly convenient.” You suggest.

“That would be an excellent idea, my love. I’ve brought something for you.” He says, charming as ever.

“I’ll be right there.”

And sure enough, bring something he did.

A delicious looking cake, its sweet scent wafting through your living room as Nagi carefully arranges a few candles over its surface. Somehow, he even managed to find ones that match the cake’s coloring.

As he carefully lights them up, you get lost in him. He really is beautiful, and in that moment you’re convinced he is, without a doubt, a prince. You truly are lucky to have met someone as loving, gentle and caring as him.

“Happy birthday, [Y/n]” He utters, with a kiss to the crown of your head. “Make a wish, my darling.” Your lover whispers, his hands resting on your shoulders, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

With tender eyes, you stare up at him, one of your hands resting on top of his.

“All I could have ever wished for has already come true, Nagi.” You confess, before reaching up to softly peck his lips.

Yes, Rokuya Nagi is definitely everything you had been looking for, you think, as you blow out your birthday candles.