#oh and i can't wait for my body to slowly fall apart 😍

[mollyjimbly]

i don't want to be perceived as "old" or "young" i just want to be perceived as me!

is that too much to ask for? ☹️

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Every star fall brought you to tears again // Taylor x Rhys // happy birthday, baby!!❤️

@sparks363 HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYY ~ YOU GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WOMAN!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍😍You're so soft, gentle, patient and tender and deeply loving. I adore you so very much.🫂🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️Thank you for being you. I hope you enjoy!🫂❤️

Summary: your birth control causes weight gain, which doesn't feel good to you. Rhys sees you, he hears you even in your silence, and while your head is spinning in the clouds, he makes sure your feet stay firmly on the ground. He's got you.

TW; talks of gaining weight, birth control, THIS IS NOT AN X READER UNLESS YOU ARE MY TAYLOR, being upset with your weight and body image, Rhys is a sweetheart.

Rhys saw everything, analysed much, but said little.

He was a fae of action, a being who acted first and spoke later, he trusted his inner compass and never strayed from what he believed to be right and true... even and especially when it didn't make sense to anyone else.

He saw how the side effect of your birth control didn't bother you initially but before long, it began to haunt you. He saw the way you frowned at yourself in the mirror, the way previously confident glances turned into refusing to look at yourself in the mirror and when you did, it was with frowns or even with the tell-tale signs of the want to cry. Rhys saw you slowly hide from yourself as the weight gain from your birth control became something you had difficulty tolerating, but when you began to berate yourself with your own thoughts some time after going onto the birth control, he knew that he had to step in.

You were stood in the muddle of your bedroom, your fingers plucking at your favourite Metallica shirt. You had done your makeup in a way you loved, in a way which complemented you and made you feel beautiful, but the way your shirt felt like it was clinging to you was making you feel unsettled within your own body. You pulled at the material, fisted it as you tugged it away from your body, but when your gorgeous face contorted in disgust, Rhys almost literally came through the door like he had been waiting for his cue; all the world the stage and all the beings the cast.

Rhys was tuned into your thoughts as he made a beeline for you, his dark hair not moving with the breeze created by his wide stride, his dark eyes fixed on you. He had no room in his life for bullshit, he had no time for it, either, but he knew that your concerns and unhappiness were based on level, founded ground, and he wanted more than anything to make you feel beautiful, to remind you of the fact that his love for you was so strong that it literally crossed the ethereal boundary between you; fae and human kind were not supposed to mix, and yet... you both did.

"Oh, my love," Rhys shook his head as he circled you, "you tear yourself to shreds over something you can't control."

You shrugged and kept tugging at your clothes before you gave up on trying to feel comfortable in your own skin, in your own home, turning away with a heavy sigh which told unspoken truths of how you really felt.

Rhys' heart seized in his chest. Fuck. He had known that you felt bad, but the thoughts he was sensing along with the look on your face and the way your fingers were trying to poke your body apart... no.

"Come here, beloved," His strong arm wound around your waist and Rhys pulled you flush against him, his grip firm but not so firm that you couldn't move away from him if you wanted to; he was sure in his hold but he would never make you feel like you couldn't move. You were at total liberty with and around Rhys. "Let me see you." He rested the sharp angle of his chin on your shoulder, his lips pressed kisses to the small sliver of your neck which wasn't hidden by your shirt, and his hands smoothed across the expanse of your waist, tender reverence practically poured out of him.

"I have seen much in my time, but few creatures are as beautiful as you are. You are something else, Taylor." His voice was soft, his tone left no room for argument as he delivered his kind words. "So kind for one so full of pain and anger. You astound me." Thin lips curved up into a sinful smirk as Rhys continued to lavish kisses across the side of your face, the column of your neck, and one hand moved to dip into the collar of your shirt so that he could pull the material aside and access more of you.

Fae were not religious beings, but they were devout, and Rhys knew exactly how to worship you at your altar. He wouldn't leave you for anything or anyone and no matter what, he was there for you. You cradled his heart in your hands every day, your fingers smoothing away the aches and pains of a life lived too long, and you treated it and him with such gentleness that he would be hard pressed to love you harder than you loved him.

You were his everything and he had no problem with reminding you of such, especially on a day like today.