#gazebos and other garden structures

[archiveofaffinities]

Sun Designs, Gazebos and Other Garden Structure Designs, Railings

[satellite-evans]

Not Again

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: This time it is another sibling that interrupts benedict and Y/N during a private moment

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, teasing, kissing

A/N:

This is the second part to Caught in the Act, I hope you all enjoy

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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You and Benedict decided to escape the bustle of the Bridgerton household by taking a leisurely stroll through the estate's expansive gardens. The fresh air and vibrant colors of the blooming flowers provided a sense of calmness.

The garden was one of your favorite places, a sanctuary where you could lose yourselves in the beauty of nature and each other’s company. The scent of roses and lavender wafted through the air, carried by a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and made the flowers dance. The gravel path crunched softly underfoot as you walked hand in hand, Benedict's thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

Benedict glanced over at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, we could always hide out in the gazebo. It's secluded and peaceful."

You smiled, feeling a sense of adventure bubble up inside you. "Lead the way, Mr. Bridgerton."

The gazebo was nestled at the far end of the garden, surrounded by tall hedges and flowering shrubs. It was a charming, ivy-covered structure with a white lattice roof, offering a perfect hideaway from the world. As you approached, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, admiring how beautiful it looked.

As soon as you reached the gazebo, Benedict pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble. The soft murmurs of the garden, the chirping of birds, and the distant hum of bees created a natural symphony that seemed to celebrate your love.

"Benedict," you murmured against his lips, "someone might see us."

"Let them," he whispered back, his hands roaming your back. "I don't care."

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Benedict's touch was both gentle and possessive, pulling you closer as if he wanted to convey his love and desire through the embrace alone. His lips moved with a hunger that matched your own, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between you all day.

Lost in the intoxicating mix of passion and affection, you allowed yourself to melt into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. Every touch, every kiss felt like an affirmation of the deep connection you shared, a bond that transcended any embarrassment or interruption.

But just as the intensity of the moment peaked, the tranquility of the garden was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. You both jumped apart, hearts racing, turning to see none other than Anthony Bridgerton standing at the entrance of the gazebo, his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face.

"Well, well, well," Anthony drawled, his eyebrow raised. "What do we have here?"

You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. "Anthony, we were just—"

"Just what?" he interrupted, his tone teasing. "Enjoying a private moment in the middle of the garden where anyone could walk by?"

Benedict sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Anthony, do you ever knock before entering? Honestly, it's becoming a family habit."

Anthony chuckled, shaking his head. "Not for family. Besides, it's not every day I catch my brother in such a compromising position."

You buried your face in your hands, feeling utterly mortified. The humiliation of being caught again by a Bridgerton sibling was almost too much to bear. Benedict, on the other hand, looked more annoyed than embarrassed. "What do you want, Anthony?"

"I was looking for you," Anthony replied, his tone becoming more serious. "Mother wants to discuss the arrangements for the upcoming ball, and she insists on having everyone's input."

Benedict sighed again, clearly reluctant to leave your side. "Fine, we'll be there in a minute."

Anthony nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Don't take too long. You know how Mother gets when we're late."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Benedict alone once more. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration.

"I swear, this family has a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times," Benedict muttered, pulling you back into his arms.

You couldn't help but laugh, but it was a strained sound, reflecting your inner turmoil. "I suppose that's part of the charm of being a Bridgerton," you said, though your voice wavered slightly.

As the reality of the situation settled in, your amusement faded, replaced by a sense of vulnerability. "I can't believe we were caught again. First Eloise, now Anthony. It's so embarrassing, Benedict."

Benedict cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to form. "I'm so sorry, my love. I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to spend some private time with you."

You nodded, appreciating his sincerity. "I know, and I love that about you. But you have to admit, this is partly your fault."

Benedict's eyes widened in mock indignation. "My fault? How is this my fault?"

You managed a small, teasing smile. "You're the one who insists on these secret rendezvous in places where your siblings have a habit of showing up unannounced. Maybe next time we should pick somewhere a bit more secluded?"

Benedict laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Point taken. Next time, I promise to choose a better location."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the tension dissipate. "Good. Because as much as I love our little adventures, I'd prefer them without an audience."

Benedict pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "Deal. No more surprise appearances by the Bridgertons."

As you approached the grand entrance, laughter from inside reached your ears, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the sound of light chatter. You exchanged a glance with Benedict, both of you sharing a quiet moment of relief that the embarrassing interruption in the garden was behind you.

Just as you were about to step inside, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway. "Well, well, well! What do have we here?"

You froze, turning to see Eloise Bridgerton leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. Benedict sighed beside you, clearly resigned to yet another round of teasing from his ever-curious sister.

"Eloise," Benedict began, his tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement, "please tell me you're not going to make this any worse."

Eloise chuckled, stepping forward to block your path into the house. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. But I am guessing that the reason the both are you are so flushed is not because the two of you went running."

Your cheeks flushed pink, and you shot Benedict a playful glare. "Anthony told you?"

Eloise nodded, her grin widening. "No, but I am guessing what he witnessed is not much different from what I had a couple of weeks ago. Do tell dear brother and sister, do you both have a knack for getting caught in compromising positions?"

Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly, though a hint of embarrassment lingered in his expression. "Could we perhaps continue this conversation inside or never?"

"Of course," Eloise replied, stepping aside to let you both pass. As you entered the house, she fell into step beside you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You know, you're lucky it was Anthony who found you and not one of us younger ones. Gregory would have never let you live it down and Hyacinth would just keep asking questions."

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie despite the teasing. "I can only imagine."

Benedict shot his sister a pointed look as you reached the drawing-room door. "Eloise, I hope this doesn't become a family story."

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, but Benedict, stories like this are what make family gatherings so entertaining."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Benedict, silently acknowledging the truth in Eloise's words. Despite the embarrassment of being caught, there was a certain charm in the way the Bridgeton's teased and supported each other, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.

[loudlyhappycupcake]

Certainly, let's analyze the provided images to describe Chely's garden background details. It appears Chely's garden, based on these images, shares a strong resemblance to Rose's Garden from Steven Universe, or at least heavily draws inspiration from it.

Here are the recurring details:

**Overall Aesthetic:**

* **Color Palette:** Dominated by soft pastels, primarily pinks, purples, greens, and light blues, creating a serene and somewhat magical atmosphere.

* **Architectural Elements:** Features grand, tall pillars, often with ornate tops, and arched structures, suggesting a sophisticated and ancient design.

* **Fountains and Water Features:** Prominent fountains with statues (often of a female figure resembling Rose Quartz) are central, usually surrounded by clear blue water in geometric or rectangular basins.

* **Lush Greenery:** Abundant and varied foliage, including manicured bushes, climbing vines with flowers (often pink roses), and trees with distinct, often rounded or fantastical shapes.

**Specific Details from the Images:**

**Image 1 (Night Scene - "Spinels Garden"):**

* **Time of Day:** Night, with a starry sky visible through open or transparent ceilings/structures.

* **Central Feature:** A large, multi-tiered fountain with a statue of a woman (likely Rose Quartz) at its top, pouring water into a pool. A white swan floats in the water.

* **Pathways:** Stone steps lead up to the fountain, and there are paved pathways around the garden.

* **Trees:** A large, pink-leafed tree stands prominently in the background. Other dark, rounded bushes are visible.

* **Vines:** Vines with pink roses climb up pillars.

* **Water Body:** A larger body of water (perhaps a pond or canal) with bridge-like structures.

**Image 2 (Day/Twilight Scene - "SVTFOE castle background"):**

* **Time of Day:** Appears to be twilight or early morning, with a soft, muted sky and visible stars.

* **Central Structure:** A large, pink, pyramid-like building with a diamond-shaped entrance, suggesting a temple or important dwelling.

* **Pillars:** Numerous tall, white pillars forming an arc, possibly an open-air pavilion or a grand entrance.

* **Statues/Monuments:** A smaller, white gazebo-like structure on the left, and a tall, pink crystalline obelisk on the right, covered in climbing vines.

* **Fountain/Pond:** A rectangular pond with lily pads and blooming pink flowers. A single, stylized white flower stands in the center of the pond.

* **Trees:** Distinctive, rounded purple trees and various green bushes.

**Image 3 (Day Scene - "Rose's Garden Steven Universe"):**

* **Time of Day:** Daytime, with bright, diffused light suggesting a glass-domed or open-air structure.

* **Central Feature:** A large statue of a woman (Rose Quartz) with flowing hair, standing in a fountain that spills into a rectangular pool. Pink "bubbles" or orbs float around her.

* **Pathways:** Winding, light-colored pathways made of stone or gravel.

* **Hedges and Bushes:** Highly manicured and geometrically shaped hedges and bushes, some with pink flowers.

* **Structure:** Appears to be enclosed by a vast, skeletal glass or crystalline structure, allowing light to filter in.

* **Archways:** Arch-shaped openings or doorways in the background leading to other sections of the garden.

In summary, Chely's garden is characterized by its grand, dreamlike quality, blending natural beauty with elegant architecture, soft colors, and recurring motifs of water features, rose-like flowers, and monumental structures. Certainly, let's analyze the provided images to describe Chely's garden background details. It appears Chely's garden, based on these images, shares a strong resemblance to Rose's Garden from Steven Universe, or at least heavily draws inspiration from it.

Here are the recurring details:

**Overall Aesthetic:**

* **Color Palette:** Dominated by soft pastels, primarily pinks, purples, greens, and light blues, creating a serene and somewhat magical atmosphere.

* **Architectural Elements:** Features grand, tall pillars, often with ornate tops, and arched structures, suggesting a sophisticated and ancient design.

* **Fountains and Water Features:** Prominent fountains with statues (often of a female figure resembling Rose Quartz) are central, usually surrounded by clear blue water in geometric or rectangular basins.

* **Lush Greenery:** Abundant and varied foliage, including manicured bushes, climbing vines with flowers (often pink roses), and trees with distinct, often rounded or fantastical shapes.

**Specific Details from the Images:**

**Image 1 (Night Scene - "Spinels Garden"):**

* **Time of Day:** Night, with a starry sky visible through open or transparent ceilings/structures.

* **Central Feature:** A large, multi-tiered fountain with a statue of a woman (likely Rose Quartz) at its top, pouring water into a pool. A white swan floats in the water.

* **Pathways:** Stone steps lead up to the fountain, and there are paved pathways around the garden.

* **Trees:** A large, pink-leafed tree stands prominently in the background. Other dark, rounded bushes are visible.

* **Vines:** Vines with pink roses climb up pillars.

* **Water Body:** A larger body of water (perhaps a pond or canal) with bridge-like structures.

**Image 2 (Day/Twilight Scene - "SVTFOE castle background"):**

* **Time of Day:** Appears to be twilight or early morning, with a soft, muted sky and visible stars.

* **Central Structure:** A large, pink, pyramid-like building with a diamond-shaped entrance, suggesting a temple or important dwelling.

* **Pillars:** Numerous tall, white pillars forming an arc, possibly an open-air pavilion or a grand entrance.

* **Statues/Monuments:** A smaller, white gazebo-like structure on the left, and a tall, pink crystalline obelisk on the right, covered in climbing vines.

* **Fountain/Pond:** A rectangular pond with lily pads and blooming pink flowers. A single, stylized white flower stands in the center of the pond.

* **Trees:** Distinctive, rounded purple trees and various green bushes.

**Image 3 (Day Scene - "Rose's Garden Steven Universe"):**

* **Time of Day:** Daytime, with bright, diffused light suggesting a glass-domed or open-air structure.

* **Central Feature:** A large statue of a woman (Rose Quartz) with flowing hair, standing in a fountain that spills into a rectangular pool. Pink "bubbles" or orbs float around her.

* **Pathways:** Winding, light-colored pathways made of stone or gravel.

* **Hedges and Bushes:** Highly manicured and geometrically shaped hedges and bushes, some with pink flowers.

* **Structure:** Appears to be enclosed by a vast, skeletal glass or crystalline structure, allowing light to filter in.

* **Archways:** Arch-shaped openings or doorways in the background leading to other sections of the garden.

In summary, Chely's garden is characterized by its grand, dreamlike quality, blending natural beauty with elegant architecture, soft colors, and recurring motifs of water features, rose-like flowers, and monumental structures.

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[route22ny]

Circa 1960 postcard view of the 1902 Zion Hotel in Zion, Illinois. It was demolished in 1979 although its conspicuous golden dome was saved and reposes nearby, like a gazebo. As a kid camping out at nearby Illinois Beach State Park I saw this place and was impressed enough to look for it (unsuccessfully) decades later. My mother, a native Chicagoan, regaled me with tales of the unusual town of Zion where liquor could not be bought due to its founding as a religious retreat. A history of the hotel and environs is on display on a historical marker nearby, source of the photo below. The whole business is low-res so the text of the marker is pasted below, sourced from the Historical Marker Database. The postcard image comes from an old ebay listing.

"Erected in 1902 to provide a temporary lodging house for the followers of John Alexander Dowie, founder of the Christian Catholic Church and Zion City, Elijah Hospice was believed to be the largest wooden balloon-frame structure in the world. Containing 350 rooms, the hotel featured a bell tower, a roof garden, large circular parlors, and dome. The site was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1976.

"The hotel was razed in 1979 after a two year unsuccessful effort by Zion Park District to acquire restoration funds. Area citizens preserved the dome and adapted it to the present location which closely conforms to its original placement. The site embracing the restored dome was donated by the Zion State Bank and Trust Company to the Zion Park District to assure visitors and residents a glimpse of Zion’s earliest years.

"1993 Dome Restoration: In recognition of Raymond and Irene Zukley, who through their tireless efforts were responsible for the original preservation of this historic dome and instrumental in its restoration, and advantage bank who, during the restoration project, so generously offered their financial support. It is only through hard work, perseverance and a true spirit of community cooperation that the dream of saving and restoring the dome has become a reality.

"Rededicated this 2nd day of December, 1993. Erected 1993 by Raymond and Irene Zukley, Other Concerned Citizens, Zion State Bank and Trust Company, and the Zion Park District."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 41

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: it's thursday and i'm thirsty.

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You have no tears left. When you’re still and silent, standing in Odin’s arms, slumped against him, the birds sing a little louder and the sun shines a little bright. You feel almost cleansed despite the hollow at the pit of your stomach. You lift your head and wipe your damp cheeks as he slowly lets his embrace fall away from you.

You sniffle and peer back through the garden, towards the house. You’e not ready to face them all, not with puffy eyes and a heavy heart. Odin pats your shoulder gently, rubbing your arm as he coos your name.

“I have something else to show you,” he says and offers his hand.

You take it and gulp down the last of your grief. He turns you away from the great Odinson manse and leads you around the fountain. Leaves rustle softly and the water trickles soothingly. He guides you down a path hidden behind a cluster of bramble, overgrown with moss and ivy, littered with winged samara and sprouting blooms.

The noise of the fountain fades behind you as you enter an archway formed by outstretched maple branches, canopied in the spring leaves. There’s a small structure ahead shrouded in purple wisteria. A gazebo, smaller than that on Laufeyson’s property, forged in stone with rounded windows upon each side. Within, the walls have benches jutting out, another doorway opposite the entrance, looking out into a shadow swath of untrimmed foliage.

“It is old, a bit unkempt, much like myself,” he chuckles as he lets you go.

“It’s beautiful,” you preen as you admire the neat lines between each stone block, “wonderful… I… I love it.”

“It’s a perfect hiding place,” he muses, “a perfect place to have one’s breakfast without disturbance.”

You turn to him, a question stitches between your brows.

“I will fetch you tea? Yes? Perhaps some fruit and something more substantial?”

“I…”

“Dear, you think overly much of others and not enough of yourself. Sit, enjoy your solitude while you can, and I will return with all you need,” he insists.

“I can’t, Mr. Lauf–”

“You let me worry for my son,” he interjects. “I’ve no doubt his part in your despair.”

You don’t argue further. You wouldn’t dare. You lower your head and sit along the stone bench against the wall and turn to peer out the window. It is wonderful there. Like a little world of your own.

You glance over but he’s already gone. You barely even heard him with the buzz of insects and scratch of sneaky critters all around. You turn back to the long window and watch a dragonfly skim along the ground, whizzing up, down, and back and forth. It’s as if you escaped into a book you read as a girl, where everything was magical and spectacular. You don’t think you’ll get a happy ending though.

Your mind wanders through the greenery and back to the house. The bedroom, dark in the small hours of the night, laying awake, staring at the wall, Mr. Laufeyson’s warm breaths puffing into your neck. Those moments when he doesn’t seem so intimidating but remains perplexing. One moment, wrapped around you, the next toying with you like a puppet.

Your core tingles and you bend your legs on the bench, squeezing them together. The sensations swirl in your mind with the shower steam. As delightful as it all was, your heart rents with shame. The way he left you on the tile, the expectation you would get yourself up and go to him, ready to be used again. As always, you have a duty.

Mr. Laufeyson does not care for you as a person, you doubt you’ll ever be that in his eyes. You are just another possession, like his records on the shelf, or that telescope he polishes so vehemently. Just another number in his collection.

You hear a snap and blow away the anxiety as best you can. You can’t worry about it so deeply, you know what you agreed to. He has given what he’s promised; you’ve been fed, clothed, and housed. You need him more than he could ever need you.

You turn to the doorway as Odin appears again, a tray in his hands. He brings it to the next bench and sets it down. There’s a cup of tea and a stack of square waffles beneath a dusting of sugar and heaps of berries. It smells delicious as your mouth waters for a taste.

“I’ve brought this as well,” he stands straight and takes a book from under his arm, “I hope it will keep you entertained.”

“Oh?” You watch him set it down.

“Today is for you, dear, you won’t be disturbed, I will see to it,” he declares, “Walpurgisnacht approaches and we all must be ready for the spring. Lay the past behind so we can start again.”

You lower your eyes, “thank you, Odin.”

“No need for that,” he says, “I only ask that you do one thing for me,” he nears and pets your head. You peer up at him as you heart seizes. “You will be kind to yourself.”

“I… I’ll try.”

“You should take care of her,” he points to you, “I rather like her a lot and I hate to see those I care for suffer.”

You smile, “I will.”

“Better,” he grins and retreats, “I will be in to check on you periodically.”

“Thank you,” you call after him and he gives a half-salute before he’s off, whistling into the air.

You exhale and let the last of the tension slake away. You drag the tray close and cut into the fluffy stack. You remember how you always wanted a waffle maker. Instead, you always had the frozen waffles you slid into the old overheating toaster. These are much better, they’re sweet and oh so yummy.

Sitting there, in the small gazebo, amidst the wilderness, you feel like a bird in a nest. Safe, cozy, and alone.

✨

You lose yourself in the pages of the book. The sun shifts as you move with it, keeping the ink in its light as you imbibe every word like sweet nectar. It’s like staring in a mirror as you feed on the tale of one, Jane Eyre.

Your literary meditation is splintered by the sudden ripple of a shadow and the clearing of a throat; gentle, almost reluctant to tear through the serenity. You look up at Odin as he stands in the archway, a small curve amidst his thick white beard.

“Apologies,” he says as he comes forward to gather up the tray, “I’m afraid it’s time.”

You deflate and close the book. You stand and hold out the book, “I can get all that.”

“No, no, I can manage,” he assures you, “and that is for you, dear. Keep that as your own.”

“I couldn’t–”

“You have some to go, haven’t you?” He eyes the book, “please, I have enough books.”

You look down at the book and hug it. It’s like a new best friend. You just want to spend all your time amidst its pages.

“Thank you.”

“Whatever you need,” he backs out of the gazebo, “come with me now. Let us put our masks on.”

You giggle and follow him. He says it so well. It’s like slipping back into a costume. You feel the peace chipping away and the tension once more has you rigid. Back to the real world.

“Now, we cannot give ourselves away,” he halts just out of sight of the veranda, “I shall go ahead and you will follow that path,” he turns and nods behind the row of hedges, “follow it around the front and you may slip in.”

“Oh, uh…” You blink and look over your shoulder, “that way?”

“Yes, it will take you right around to the front door.”

“Right, thank you… again.”

He bows his head and steps forward. You turn off in your own escape as the slippers on your feet clap against the ground. You come out in the golden sunshine and tramp across the stonework of the arced drive. As you come up the steps, the door opens from within. You stop at the middle stare and gape up.

“There you are,” Mr. Laufeyson greets, almost an accusation, “where’ve you been off to?”

Your brows pop up and you peer around, “reading.”

“Reading? You couldn’t do so in your room?” He challenges.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson. I broke the rules.”

“You broke the rules– get inside,” he points you inside as he steps back. You obey and he snaps the door at your entrance, turning towards you with a finger in the air. “Is that all you have to say?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I’m very sorry.”

He sighs and drops his hand, gripping his hip, “where were you reading?”

“Outside.”

“Outside– be straight, where?”

“In the garden,” you say plainly, lips down turned, “I only wanted to watch the butterflies.”

You look up at him, a pout in your lower lip, and bat your lashes. You clutch the book tighter and his eyes fall to squint at it. He reaches and curls his fingers around the top, wiggling it free. He flips it over to read the spine.

“This is a first edition,” he states as he examines, “where did you find this?”

The disbelief in his voice makes you nervous. First edition? 

“Is it very old?” You ask.

He winces and looks at you, his green eyes lit, “1847… I’d say so.”

“Oh?” You bat your lashes.

“Not in its original form,” he turns it over, “it’s been rebound into a single volume. The first print was in three parts and this cover… it can’t possibly be so ancient.”

You gulp and purse your lips.

“So I have to wonder, where you found this,” he sneers at you.

“Well, I… your father gave it to me.”

“Gave it to you? To read? He lent it to you?”

“Um, he just said… to keep it as my own,” you shrug.

“Do you--keep it? A first edition Bronte?” He sounds ready to explode, “so that is where you’ve been? With my father?”

“I saw him, Mr. Laufeyson, but I was mostly alone,” you sniff, “I shouldn’t have gone out. I’m sorry. Again.”

“Is that all you’re going to say? Sorry, sorry, sorry?”

You nod, “sorry.”

He closes his eyes and pinches his nose, “you will stay close.” He offers the book back to you, “put this away and put on some proper shoes,” he looks down at the oversized slippers, “I’ve some errands to run for mother and you will come along. Do your duty.”

✨

Mr. Laufeyson is quiet throughout the drive. So are you. You accept your penance and roil in the thick silence, fingers twiddling and twining restlessly. His sighs make you flinch as you await further reprimand.

He pulls in before a shop front of white trimmed in red. He gets out without waiting and you follow after him. You trail him inside as he strolls across to the counter where women in red aprons and caps smile back at him. 

“Hello, I’ve come to pick up an order for Odinson,” he declares flatly.

“Frigga? Oh yes,” the shorter of the pair flits into the backroom.

“You don’t remember me?” The other woman asks. Laufeyson’s eyes shoot darts at her and his brows arch.

“I recall you spilled vodka on my wedding shoes, yes,” he scoffs.

“Oh,” she makes a face, “I thought maybe you’d forgotten that part.”

“Mm,” he hums and taps his fingers on the shining countertop.

The other woman returns and slides over a large white box, a red seal stuck along the corner to keep it firmly closed. Laufeyson takes out his wallet, “how much then?”

“Paid for,” the woman proclaims, “all yours.”

“Right,” he slides the box off and pivots smoothly. 

You peer back before you scurry ahead of him to the door, opening it as his hands are full. That woman was at his wedding? Did she know Sif? Was it a big event? Did everyone go? You don’t ask any of the questions that flood your head. You’d rather not know.

He balances the box in one hand and reaches into his pocket for his keys, unlocking the trunk. He tucks the box firmly against the emergency kit to keep it in place. 

“Whatever it is, it should be kept cool in here,” he shuts the lid, “though I wonder why mother couldn’t have it brought with tomorrow’s delivery.”

You don’t say a word. You wouldn’t know either. He strides back along the side of the car and dips into the driver seat. You mirror him as you get in on the passenger’s and he presses the button to turn the engine. He sighs and rests the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. He glances in the rear view.

“I’ve another stop to make.”

That’s all he says. It isn’t a question, just a statement. Though you wonder why he even made the declaration. You don’t need to know, you just go along.

He backs out and rolls out of the lot into the street. You distract yourself with the other storefronts and the veneers of city buildings. He drives onto an avenue and slows along the curb, shifting to a stop before he once more shuts off the engine.

Again, he gets out without instruction. You follow. That’s all you can do. He heads up to the grey brick house. Where are you? It isn’t until you’re at the front door that you notice the metal placard mounted on the wall; Bragi Skald, Antiques and Artifacts. 

Laufeyson clangs the large knocker on the door and checks his watch. You wait. It’s quiet. You see no light through the windows but the curtains are drawn flush to the windows, as if they’ve been sealed.

The hinges whine suddenly as the door swings inward, “Ah, Loki!” A blond man at least head shorter than his visitor greets, “wonderful to see you again. I did have it in my ear that you were about, I was curious as you when you should darken my doorway.”

“Bragi,” Laufeyson replies tersely.

“And who is this gorgeous creature,” the man’s crystal blue eyes surprise you as the bow in his lip deepens. He sends you a wink and offers his hand, “forgive me, sweetheart, I nearly missed you there, and how could I overlook such a ravishing woman.”

“Enough,” Laufeyson girds.

“I haven’t even introduced myself–”

“This is Bragi,” Laufeyson introduces the man then utters your name pointedly in return.

“Ah, beautiful name but that hardly answers my curiosity. Who is she? Oh, don’t tell me, you’re marrying again–”

“Hardly,” Laufeyson swipes away the thought with his hand, “I only need to be away from my family.”

“Yes, yes, of course. With Walpurgisnacht, I can only imagine–”

“Be glad you only have to imagine it,” Laufeyson scowls. “Are you going to welcome us in or shall we continue to stand on your porch like tramps?”

“Come, come,” Bragi opens the door wider, “Lady, please, don’t mind the clutter.”

Laufeyson waves you ahead of him. You enter and hold back your shock at the interior. You can hardly see the walls for the stacks of books all around, many with sheaths of paper jutting out. It smells like cinnamon and hint of dust.

“What are we in the mood for? Tea? Or something stronger? I’ve some absinthe–”

“Don’t be mad,” Laufeyson rebukes, “tea will do fine. Just tea, none of your tricks.”

“You speak to me of tricks?” Bragi hums, “is that a sense of humour I sense, oh, dour Loki.”

You lock your jaw to keep from gaping. You’ve never heard anyone talk to Mr. Laufeyson like that, not anyone outside his family, and even Thor did not mock him so lightly.

“Do you want tea?” Laufeyson looks over at you.

“If it isn’t any trouble.”

“Tea,” Laufeyson snaps his fingers at Bragi.

“Do you like scones, lady?” Bragi turns his attention to you.

“I’m not very hungry, thank you–”

“Lady!” A squawk makes you jump, drawing your attention to the flutter of blue feathers that descends to perch on the banister post. A great blue parrot tweaks its head and repeats the word.

“Oh, hush,” Bragi shoos away the bird but only receives a nip of its sharp beak, “don’t listen to Fossegrim. He talks too much.” Bragi shakes his head and retreats down the hallway, “tea, tea, tea…” he chants as if he might forget.

Laufeyson tuts, “he speaks of talking too much…”

You stare up at the blue parrot as it stares back at you. Around its eyes and mouth are bright yellow strips. It’s a pretty creature.

“Lady,” it bawks again and hops off the banister, winging around the space to land on your shoulder.

You gasp as Laufeyson takes a step back. He just sends a troubled look to the bird and glances around, “in here,” he points you through the doorway behind him.

“Um…” you move carefully, trying not to disturb the bird.

In the next room, a large harp stands in one corner, a piano the other, and a litter of various instruments on shelves mounted on the walls. There’s a twelve-string guitar on the sofa, leaned against the armrest as if it was left there haphazardly.

“Be very careful,” Laufeyson returns, “it bites.”

“Bite!” The parrot squawks and snaps in Mr. Laufeyson’s direction. He sighs and once more eludes the bird’s breadth.

“Wish he’d lock that thing up,” he mutters.

You stand like a statue, nervous. You turn your head slowly to look at the parrot. It leans in and nuzzles your hair. You stay as you are, paralysed as you fear it might snap at you too. A grating chitter rises from its throat, softer than its former screech. It continues the purrlike noise as it rocks on your shoulder.

“Is it singing?” You ask as Laufeyson stares with arms crossed.

“I have no idea. Let’s hope it’s not growling.”

You frown and clasp your hands tight. If the bird keeps Mr. Laufeyson away, it can’t be so bad.

[paradisloth]

@plumberpower || sorry mario, you're in another castle.

Warp pipes came in all shapes and sizes. A variety of rainbow colors and heights, even materials. This one was... organic, oddly enough. Created from a cascade of twisting vines and flora sprouting from the pipe itself, scattered with heart-shaped buds and blooms, it certainly was a wonder.

Though if one were to pay attention, they could spot a couple of suspiciously eye-shaped stamens within the flowers. Your mind is just playing tricks on you. Don't pay attention to how they follow your move.

Perhaps that's why he went down this one. Because of how odd it was.

On the other side of the pipe lays a land that can only be described as 'dreamlike'. Baby blue skies draped with rainbows crown a vast garden of pastels and aurora-esque colors, with purple rivers of mulled juice flowing throughout. A gentle breeze sways through the foliage of twisting, eccentrically shaped trees, while small creatures flitter throughout and play amongst the branches.

In the distance... music.

Should Mario follow, he'll find it leads to a clearing. A small gazebo-like structure hosts a large statue in pink of an angelic figure. At the foot of the statue rests a carbon copy of its muse.

Delicate, fingerless hands strum the familiar tune, their owner seemingly oblivious to her guest.

Will he approach?

[secret-fungi]

So, This Is love, then.

Book: Thunderstorms saga rating: E pairing: Tai/ Tiss words count: 6k tws: sex, oral sex, semi public sex, a cuntish man eatin cunt, fightin

As had become rather normal, they walked together and spoke of plans and what must be done next, and when it came to be that all that had to be, had been said, The pair walked, still. She held onto his arm as they walked through the garden, long steps as she looked about at the flowers, the stone path marking each of their steps. She was absently listening to the birds chattering about them, the breeze carried the whispers that mentioned their names and the pair shared an amused smile. 

Some noble mentioned gossip, Nonsensical chatter that caused her eyes to roll. If he recognized their voices it didn’t show on his face. 

They had come to be very good at this routine of theirs where they spoke as if there was nothing more important to speak of than how they spent their youth and their days when the other was not beside them. It was a sort of dance, one where you couldn’t very well let the other lead, and so with every step forward, there was one back, and then the opposite, who was the chased and who chased? They spun and switched too quickly for a passerby to tell much of anything but what the mage very desperately wished to keep secret. Every passerby said the same; Have you ever seen anyone love like it was a test of will? 

“They must be worried.” She mused if only to prove she was not bothered. “About you?” he asked, “Greatly.” he said. 

He watched her from the corner of his eye, and though his eyes and the hand that laid on top of hers asked if she was bothered, he did not. 

 “You must be very serious, then.” she said. He gave a strange look but kept his smile nonetheless. “I’ve heard I’ve been bewitched,” he agreed. She laughed, the sound bright and cheerful, it softened his features and seized his chest. His eyes dropped to her lips that she caught between her teeth, then to the way the sun had caught her hair. 

“Truly, you are a testament to my schooling.” She joked “Truly.” He agreed, fondness edging his tone. 

They were alone here, as most of the visitors had gathered in the hall of flowers, and the few that passed by were mostly servants who did not linger close to them. It seemed that this part of the palace was mostly left alone, not so much a part of the prince’s wing as it was simply next to it but as was the case for his wing, was the case for the garden as there was hardly anyone that passed by in the time they lingered. But still, it was rather nice. Fresh, bright and calm, fountains and a little stream, an ornate bridge and trees of many kinds. The some flowers that were scattered about reminded her of home. There was a time where it was exciting to be someplace new but the novelty of the empire had worn off, and no longer was it interesting that there was hardly a familiar sight. She missed the blossoming flowers and the salty, crispness that settled in the air of her home.

It was the very smell of safety and with her departure from it, so went her safety. And if she could not have her home, she would accept the closest she could find to the peace it brought. 

If all of the palace was like this, she would not have minded being here as much as she did. She glanced at his profile, her eyes falling to his lips before he caught her and her eyes landed to the sky behind him. How soon would the words they choked down spill out? It felt as if with every beat her heart grew closer to telling him the contents of it. 

She looked to the sky, the rolling clouds and the wind that shook the leaves. “It seems like rain.” she announced, He raised his brows, his eyes looking up to the clouds before he wordlessly nodded to the gazebo that was maybe twenty steps ahead of them, it was beautiful, overlooking the bridge with a bench and table, It overflowed now, with its draping of small, fragrant blossoms that curtained the structure in its beauty.

 He grinned, his brows raised in a mocking demand, If you want more, take it. It said, but she didn’t, not in the many opportunities that were presented to her after the first one, instead she kept pace, lifting her dress as they walked up the steps, bowing her head as she walked under the clearing he had made by pushing aside the hanging vines. He watched as she looked around the gazebo, a small smile on her lips. 

“This was my favorite place when I was younger.” He said “I can see why.” She said merrily as he led her to sit on the round stone bench that was built into the structure. The sun warmed their skin as it shone through the swaying curtains of flowers, and as golden beams stretched out to touch her, he did so too, reaching to tug at her hand as she looked at the stream. 

“Do you like it here?” He asked, “Yes, it’s peaceful.” He nodded, once more catching her eyes as she stared before he raised his brows. “If I need peace this is where I come.” She smiled again “Will you regret showing me this?” she teased “No.” he said. “Did you have a place to hide back home?” he asked “Yes, it was not too different from yours.” she said “more flowers.” His eyes pulled from her lips to the spare scattering of flowers that lined the garden. 

“What would you have planted?” He asked, his fingers slotting between hers as she thought. “Sunflowers, and dahlias, oh and dark orchids would look lovely there.” she said, pointing to a spot where the sun hit the pond. 

“And hollyhocks!” she exclaimed last minute, it made him smile, his fingers playing with the ring on hers. “That’s all?” He asked, “That’s all.” she replied. For a moment they paused before he looked at her from the corner of his eye. “You want your national colors planted here.” he said

“Do you think flowers only come in one color?” she asked in return. He gave a look as if he knew the truth and she grinned as if she didn’t care to hide it. 

They sat, one knee resting against the bench, their elbows lent against the top of it, fingers locked and knees touching as they plotted the garden. She forgot herself, whenever he was near, and even when he was not, she forgot herself then, too. At day’s end, her heart abandoned her for him. It did not return when light shone, and so it seemed as if she was forced to spend the day creeping closer to try and lure it back to her. He never seemed to mind the intrusion, he even slowed his pace at times, but at the end of the day, her heart still went back to him.  

He looked to her, her backdrop of swaying flowers and her flushed cheeks and all at once the sun had gone, and her chest felt horribly tight, as if the vines that surrounded them had taken root and seized her heart. He parted his lips and she knew by the way he did that he would say something that could not be undone, He would ask for something she wouldn’t give. It’d be the end.

He watched her for a moment before he leaned forward, only to be stopped by the fond grin that broke her lips as one of the plants hanging arms got caught in the prince’s hair. She leaned back, her eyes still on the pale blue flowers tugged at a dark strand as his shoulders dropped. He softened in a strange way and as soon as he did she wished he hadn’t. Wished that his previous intent still lingered on his features, but it was gone. 

“Does it suit me?” He asked, “Very well.” she replied with a grin. “It brings out your eyes.” she said. He grinned, glancing at the hanging flowers for only a moment before he reached up and cut some. Gently, he stuck the pale blue flowers in her braided crown, making sure not to disrupt it too much. 

“I think it suits you far better.” He said, watching as she flushed, looking up at him for a moment before she decided it fit to follow his lead. Reaching out, she soothed his hair before freeing the tangled vine before tucking it behind his ear. 

It was a ringing in her ear, soft, low and warning that told her that her plan to treat him formally was not going well, That this felt too good to not be wrong, this must be wrong– to be like this. And still, she lingered. He watched her, a challenging look that seemed to rid her of one more place to hide from him. She reached up to feel what he’d done only to softly tap his hand. She pulled away as if she had touched a flame, the flush creeping to the very tips of her ears as he watched her. If it was an honor to be like this, neither one acknowledged it as such. More so they treated it as a right that she had always had. Neither one of them commented on how dangerous that opinion was, not to the other or themselves. Like many things, they ignored it in favor of the other’s company. And it was easily done, because their company offered many distractions.

 “A dragon and a crown, perhaps your people do have reason to worry.” She joked, only to be met with that same strange look that overwhelmed the prince’s features, a strange far off softness that felt like a leadened ball dropped straight to the souls of her feet. He brought her hand to his lips. 

“Perhaps.” he agreed, before he pulled her into him and before she realized the man caught her lips in the same insistent way he had before. The softness surprised her but the tenacity did not. It was like it was somewhere between a plea and a demand, and still with fingers locked she leaned into him. Eventually, they’d have to take the covers off of the conversations they didn’t wish to have and the truths they didn’t want to acknowledge. Soon, they’d have to admit this was foolish. And it was foolish. 

But they forgot themselves whenever the other was near, the senses that would have backed away had been abandoned somewhere back down the winding stone path they had come from. His hands fell to her, resting heavy on top of her waist, his thumb swiped at the pearls of her bodice, and his nose pressed into her cheek. Her hands rested on his shoulders caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer, but the rest of her hadn’t this issue, as she leaned into him like a breeze that played with leaves. All the things they didn’t say always led them there, in a convenient embrace. Falling into each other and playing the fool. She parted from him, her breath still beating against his lips as they heaved. Where could she leave that he would not be? She saw it now, in the depths of his eyes that there was nowhere left– the realization was not an easy one, it made her skin feel too small for her body, made it so there was not enough air in her lungs– She felt like crying, it was a horrible feeling. 

She wanted to strip her flesh from her bones, rip the feelings from wherever they hid and toss them aside. Rid herself of this burning, gnawing feeling before it consumed her whole.

He leaned forward again and once more was stopped by her laugh, this time it was not like the last, it was nervous and forced, her shoulders tense and high as she tried to pull his hands from her waist. He raised his brows, letting the other pull his hands away as he watched her, a strange look on his face that could be categorized as confusion, but was more than that. 

He blinked, his brows knitted together as if he had trouble understanding her reasonings. He watched her as her eyes landed behind him, and in a moment he turned, following her eyes to a couple of maids who had stopped in their tracks, a silver serving tray in hand and eyes wide, they stood, scandalized for a moment or two before they set the tray on the table before hurrying off. she felt as if she had been caught in a shameful situation, she felt overexposed and horribly embarrassed and still, he sat unbothered. They looked at her as if she had done something horribly wrong and indecent– worse they looked at her as if they knew.

His eyes found her once more after she had set some space between them, and for a while he said nothing. He simply watched her, his eyes moving across her features, taking notice of every little half expression that ran across her face. 

She always thought that He had looked at her since the first time as if he wished to commit her to memory. A tight pressure in his gaze, an artist’s heaviness, she assumed, though she’d never caught even the hints of that hobby lying about him. 

“It’s nothing that hasn’t already been said,” he said, as if it were meant to soothe her. She glared at him sharply. “Why do you insist on publicly making a fool of me? What will you have me do next?” He blinked once before he laughed. “Your reputation will hardly be ruined over a kiss.” he said as if she had more damning things to worry about, his hand coming to adjust her dress. 

She frowned, slapping his hand away with the back of her hand before she rose to her feet. 

He laughed, arrogant and presumptuous before he asked with that same, knowing grin; “Does it bother you that much that you have feelings for me?” “No, because I do not.” she denied.  He rolled his eyes and let out a laugh once more. “No? Then you have fooled me.” He said. “Then you are easily fooled.”

He rolled his eyes, before he rested his cheek against his knuckles. “Do you not take my words seriously, Tiss?” He asked, “I have a hard time doing so.” she replied. “Why?” She looked at him for a moment before she made a vague gesture to him.

“How many women have made that mistake? I wonder.” She said, He leaned back, tilting his chin up as he looked at her. “You’re jealous.” he said “You overestimate my feelings for you if you think so.” She shot back.

A grin broke onto his lips that made her turn away from him completely. “You’re not very good at whatever game you’re playing,” 

 “What game is that?” she asked, everything in her just as defiant and condescending as the other. “Pretending not to care.” He informed, “What are you afraid of more? I wonder. That I feel the same or that I do not.” She turned to look at him sharply as he grinned at her. “Does it keep you up at night?” He asked 

“May you die painfully.” she cursed, her lips curled up angrily as she turned once more. He rolled his eyes, as if he had enough of her anger before he caught her wrist and in one fluid movement he brought her to his lap. She raised her brows high, a small surprised noise escaping her as she pushed against him in order to stand once more.  He watched as her eyes darted around the garden. “Sit. Tell me what angers you.” he demanded.

“Now?” she asked. He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist as he brought her closer. “No one is here now.” He informed, pressing soft kisses to the curve of her neck. “Lie to me, my lady.” He demanded. 

She wanted to argue but Tai ey Eini was an infuriating man that cut the roses from the stem and as soon as he felt something was wrong, he didn’t wait to figure it out on his own to try and solve it. He was quiet for a while, busy pressing soft kisses to her warmed skin as she gathered her thoughts. Should anyone come upon the pair two things that were really one would be noticed immediately. First, that the prince would not let go of her before she spoke, and second, that she would not speak. And so for a long while they stayed like that, his kisses would stray lower, down to her exposed shoulder as she sat in silence. 

Have you ever seen anyone love like it was a test of will? Where each strike must be matched and bested? In their retaliatory love the pair never ceased. But they never called it that, no never love. Because ‘I love you’ never slipped through their lips easily. It caught in their throats and got knotted with their tongues. But ‘I love you’ always did knock against their teeth. And with each kiss they could taste it's bittersweet aftertaste on the other. 

For a long time she let his heart beat against her back before it calmed hers, and when it did she closed her eyes. He would let the sun go down before he let her go. 

“I can’t do anything of what I’ve already done.” He admitted. “But I can do something of what I will do.” Still, she remained silent, once more trying to free herself before he continued on as if he didn’t notice. “If you do not want to love me, then you don’t have to, but I will keep loving you.” he said

She went limp, turning to look at him with her brows raised and sharp eyes. “This is love, then?” she asked. He nodded calmly, “This is love.” He agreed as if it was a surprise to him too. 

Her eyes darted around his features before she sneered. “Then I’m sorry that the first instance of the imperial family feeling such was wasted on me.” He breathed out a laugh. “It is unfortunate,” he agreed. “It would have been easier if it was anyone else.” He admitted.

“Then go love them.” she said in a bitter tone, as if she was cursing his very name with each letter. “I can’t.” He said, as if he had already tried.

“Let me go.” She demanded. “Then, speak.” “I am not your pet.” “then differentiate yourself and speak your mind.” She turned to face him properly, her legs bracketing his as she glared down at him. She wasn’t quite sure why she still fought, much less on things she couldn’t win, maybe she wished him to feel as she did, raw and open– humiliated and naked in front of the world. She doubted he would mind being seen in such a state even if the world came to see. 

“Tai ey Eini, you are an exceedingly difficult man.” She said, earning a wide, toothy grin as the man tilted his head back against the stone pillar to look up at her. His hand rested on the tops of her hips as she glared down at him with a fiery hardness in her eyes. His hands were heavy and warm, a sureness in them that she wasn’t quite sure she could admit she liked.

“That sounds like a confession,” he replied “Have you not gotten many to speak of, and that’s why you make them from thin air?” She asked. He laughed heartily, the rich fabric of her dress bunching up at his thumb’s movement. “Have you not confessed often, and that’s why you do so strangely?” “I’ve not confessed.” She denied. He tilted his head to the side slightly, the smile on his lips only growing wider. He didn’t mention their position, nor did he stop his movements as she looked down at him, he just smiled up at her as she glared. “Haven’t you?” He asked. “If you have to ask…” she said. 

“Then you weren’t loud enough.” he finishes. His fingers drawing small, teasing circles on the inside of her thigh. “You would work half as hard if your pride would let you ask me what you want to know,” he said, so clearly amused at her attempts. He watched as her face twisted into a sour expression. “You would get more of what you wished for if you weren’t so knowing.” she replied. “Knowing?” he asked, brows raised high and an expression like he had caught her. “Difficult.” she corrected as if she wished so very much to sit on his lap and list all the ways he bothered her for the rest of the day. “I’ll make note of your opinions, Lady.” He said with that same, wide grin that was much too amused.  

He stole the anger from her long ago, but still she stayed, seated as she was, neither of them in a particular rush to part from the other. They looked at each other for a very long time, her eyes trying to find some tell of deceit somewhere within him, when it came to be that could not find any at all, she dropped her head, letting her forehead rest against his. 

“It takes nothing short of vera’s will to deal with you.” she swore. “Then we are evenly matched,” he replied easily, his hand still drawing on the inside of her thigh. 

“Evenly?” she asked with a laugh, her breath hitting against his lips. He hummed, still drawing absently on her skin.  “Do you disagree?” 

She parted her lips, watching as he raised his brows high and seemed to challenge a lie, and for a moment she stared down at him, before he grinned and stretched forward. How easily they lost themselves, how easily anger took a different name– too easily. 

“I don’t love you.” she said again. “Okay.” he replied, watching her lazily as he drew shapes on her skin. She closed her eyes, as she let the moment linger. His touch felt like a cool burning, but something in it made her shoulders drop and her leg twitch.  “You’ll find some use for me, won’t you?” he asked, She raised her brows as she watched his hand disappear farther. 

She paused for a moment, weighing the risks of letting his hand stray too far, and as she did he watched her, grinning, that same infuriating way as if he meant to mock her silently with it. As if he knew her thoughts, saw through her completely. “Somehow.” She agreed, watching as his grin widened. 

His roaming hand fully disappeared beneath her skirt. She tensed when he met her, her whole body stuck holding her breath as she glared at him. Her frown only deepened when he fully met her wetness. 

“You look so serious.” he noted as he circled her, watching as her mouth fell open, a small sharp gasp falling from it. Her hand on his shoulder worked to curl and uncurl against the fabric of his tunic, and if she wished to say anything more than the small moan that escaped she neglected to do so after. 

He watched her, the sight somehow new, transfixed on the way she closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, her nose bumping against him and every intake of breath could be felt against his lips. 

He waited for a no, for her to change her mind but only a breath that sounded much too like his name did. She breathed deeply against his lips, her eyes still shut as he moved. His every movement was marked by her soft jittery movements that followed after, her whole body twitching and pressing forward against him.

She didn’t have to guess what point he was making, because he was a man slow to anger. It’s as if he had a repulsion to it. He was a strange and infuriating man, who smiled when struck and laughed when insulted. But he was not someone that ran from it, he stood, a tree in a flood as he came up with a solution, and if it was a song he wanted from her, a song he would get. 

He came, settling himself in her peace quietly as if he had a right to. The fact that he was not intruding angered her almost as much as his nature did.

Because, he had become more her space than solitude, and that terrified her senseless. The usefulness in the prince’s feelings had been cast aside for some time, and she knew if she opened her eyes she’d find him demanding she admit it. 

She’d open her eyes and have to admit that he was right. She’d have to tell him the truth, and she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to say I love you, she didn’t want to have to admit it outloud, not to him, the world, their homes and what was left of their families, she didn't want to admit even to herself, and so, even as he stood, the sentence so loud in his eyes, in the spread of his lips and in each careless loop his finger drew against her bare skin– even as it knocked against her teeth and slammed painfully against her ribs she kept silent. 

His fingers sank into her and pulled an embarrassing noise from her throat. She could feel his grin and it’s appearance annoyed her so. “Tai.” “Yes?” “Please don’t humiliate me.” she complained. 

He let out a disbelieving laugh, his fingers still working. “I have only ever tried not to.” he informed, leaning forward to catch her lips. Her fingers curled around his tunic, it was an odd movement where she grabbed at his chest and the collar as if she wanted to tear the whole thing in half. They were so close that neither could tell whose heart it was that raced so violently against their chest. It hardly mattered, they both raced, they both flushed and gasped.

He parted his lips, drinking every small sound she made, and still she kept her eyes closed. She tried in vain to picture something other than him, but his scent brought his image and his breathing parted it’s lips. 

“I’m not in love.” She denied before her fingers came to expose him. it was not enough, what she had should have been too much, and still she almost cried out for more— where more would stop she was afraid to ask, but still she parted his collar, her fingers slipping beneath the rich fabric and across his chest.

“I’m sure.” he replied lowly, his voice rough and undone, the sound of it did horrible things to the image of him. It made her lurch forward and tense around him. 

I’m not in love. 

I’m not in love. 

I’m not in love. 

it became a chant, her pulse as her hands roamed across his skin. Her nails dug into his skin as he curled his finger. She squeezed her thighs against his hand, keeping him as he was as she breathed out a soft little noise. 

“I’ve never had to say it that many times when it's true.” He said in that same low tone. She was unsure if he truly said it himself or if she had borrowed his voice— if it was truly him then that meant she had been speaking out loud as she trembled softly against him. 

Finally, she opened her eyes, and sure enough his were trained on hers, flushed and heaving he stared at her as her eyes dropped to her hands. He “Have you found a use yet?” he asked lazily, eyes half lidded in a way she was sure worked elsewhere. 

She took in the sight of him for a moment, her lips parting as he worked, her words caught in her throat and her fingers curling around his opened shirt, it sat halfway falling from his broad shoulders in the way she left it. She hadn’t really thought any of this through, and now that he was watching her, it was very clear he knew this too, he smiled at her as if she was in over her head, as if in any moment she’d jump from him. 

She shifted against him, a resolved look flitting across her face before she crashed into him like the waves upon the shore. 

Love.

She would give him what he wanted and watch as he changed his mind after. Because Love was never love for a man like him, it was not known to them no matter how they claimed otherwise. She wished to be rid of him, of her feelings for him and all that came with them– cast them to the wind and let them land on some other fool. Let him fester inside someone else's heart and let him rot it from the inside. He was like a parasite, The moment they met he burrowed his way into her days.

She nipped at his lip, her hands taking just as much liberties as his, her fingers tracing over a rather deep scar that slotted between his ribs, she paused only for a moment pulling away before she hummed against his lips. She wondered where he had gotten it but before she could ask he kissed her again. He did so as if he was afraid that any brief pause would mean the end, that she would come to her senses and pull away. In truth she should have, it was no place for this, and the ‘who’ made it even more inexcusable. How long would it be excused? She thought to herself, a harsh moan interrupting their kiss. 

Love. 

What gave him the right to ruin it? To say what they promised not to? ‘I love you’ never slipped through their lips easily, and he still said it easily. Her hand trailed down, her hand bumping his clumsily as she tried to reach his pants. A smile pressed against her lips. He didn’t slow, as if her task was of no importance to him. Her dress was horribly restrictive and hot, she wished to be rid herself of it completely. There was entirely too much modesty for her liking at this moment. Her pleads and demands and attempts to catch his attention by calling out his name did not stop his expert movements, quick and steadfast he worked, drinking in her every word hungrily until she tilted her head back once more, their chests heaved and her body tensed, trembling against him in odd short twitches. 

She tried once more to part from him, and this time he let her, a grin on his swollen lips before he pushed her to sit back down against the bench. She reached at the ties of her bodice, her eyes glancing up at him as he pulled his fingers from his mouth. 

She furrowed her brows and curled her lips at him but got nothing but a grin in acknowledgement before the man slowly sank to his knees. She watched him with barely concealed skepticism as he wrapped his fingers around her ankle pulling her leg up and the heavy skirt of her dress along with it. He ducked under it, placing her ankle on top of his shoulder before he kissed her thigh. 

It was not as if it was unknown to her what he wished, it was just that it was unexpected. Wet, open mouthed kisses trailed up her thigh before he met her. His fingers sunk into her once again as his mouth worked. Love slipped her mind as he licked and sucked, the closer she got and the more her legs shook against him the farther it got from her mind and the closer it got to her tongue.  

She rested her head against the back of the bench, his arms coming up from under her to pull her hips closer to the edge. She was sure she was a mess, flushed and heaving, her hair pushed up and fizzy from the humidity and their actions, the tops of her breasts spilling from her dress as she breathed. Insistent. He was insistent in all that he did, a soft, assured grace that left an odd tingling wherever he touched. She squirmed and bucked against him, twisting in an embarrassing manner– But shame left her as he moved at his heavy pace. Her fingers curled and uncurled against the stone before she found the edge where she gripped it so tightly she was sure to break a nail. She clenched her thighs together as a string of nonsensical almost words spilled from her lips. 

His free hand stayed holding her hip, his thumb swiping at the sharp jut of her bone as she tried to bring herself closer to him. Her leg hooked around his neck and his face between her legs and still he was not close enough. It didn’t take that drumming that rapped against her skull– she pleaded, she’s sure she did, but he stayed where he was. 

If she had sense, she would have been grateful for the rain that covered her voice as she did not try to lower it for even a moment. Maybe she had responded to the prince’s request, maybe she had promised love– It was lost to her and she was sure it was to him as well, muffled by her flesh and drowned by his task and the rain. 

In truth her words were half curses that ended in his name, broken moans and desperate directions of ‘there, right there’ and ‘don’t stop’ the demands were met just as eagerly as they were given, lapped up and strung out it felt as if had caught her by a loose thread from the very first time they spoke, and without even a warning he took the thread and pulled it taunt, suspending her from it as he let her spin.

Somewhere in her madness her hand found his, she was sure she was crushing his fingers, sure he’d never let her hear the end of it, but still he held her hand as she fell. 

Cut the cord and let me fall. She wished to see him, to touch him and make sure he was real, that she had not landed in an odd dream, but he stayed hidden and busy until a breathless swear fled from her and she melted against the bench, he stayed where he was for longer than needed kissing her legs. 

He emerged, falling back against the wall as he looked up at her with a hazy, lazy sort of smile. She was struck with the sight, she didn’t think she had ever seen the man so unguarded it was unsettling– heavy in a strange way. They looked at each other for a while, heaving flushed and undone and for a while they said nothing at all. 

Love.

What will you do now that it’s true? 

Where will you hide now that he sees?

What will you do now that’s its—

Love?

“You’ll be the end, won’t you?” She realized out loud. He turned to look up at her, a strange smile on his lips as he watched her. “You seem disappointed,” he said. “It’ll hurt more now when it’s over.” she said. 

He nodded. “I am not someone who lets go easily.” He said “Neither am I.” she admitted. He grinned. “Then, it’s love.” 

She closed her eyes and let out a muttered curse. 

He glanced at the table before he pushed himself up, poking around at the plates with an amused grin.

“I thought you were avoiding me.” he admitted as he filled a plate. “I was.” She said sitting up. His grin widened as he walked back, sitting beside her as he handed her the plate.

“Those poor maids looked like you were going to kill them.” she said before she took a bite. 

“because you looked like you wanted blood.” he replied, taking a piece of fruit from her plate. 

“Oh please, they weren’t looking at me.” He laughed, hoarse and tired before shrugging. 

Once more, they fell into an easy conversation, eating and laughing, the sound of the rain upon the earth and stone covering their laughter as a soft chill surrounded them. 

She did not take note for how long they spoke, but when she started to shiver he rose, lifting her up with him before he started to fix her appearance. 

His fingers smoothing down the tangles in her hair that would undoubtedly get soaked by the rain anyway as hers came to fix his tunic.

”Why were you angry?” he asked as he straightened her hair. She looked from his chest, her fingers not pausing their work to button him up once more. 

She makes a face as if she can’t put into words why exactly she had hid from him, couldn’t come up with a reason that didn’t sound stupid on her tongue. 

“You make a mess of me.” she offered as she reached his collar. He watched her, for only a moment before he grinned. “It bothers you.” “Endlessly” 

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 3 ✦ 」

{FINALE}

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long before their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

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You guided the traveler towards the outer rim of Fontaine, where the concrete met the pearly waters below.

"We might need to get wet for this." You sighed, turning towards him. "Do you trust me?"

Aether stared at you softly, nodding. "Always."

With that one word, you jumped into the waters, pulling Aether along with you.

You guided him below the sea—the land below glistening with the sun's setting light. You passed a variety of corals and fish until you reached a dead end—it was a round seal, words of scripture and marks engraved around it. What was unique about it was the key shaped hole in the center, engravings surrounding it.

Aether looked at you for context though only received a winked from you before you looked around and had let go of his hand. Confused, he watched as your figure went towards the gate, pulling out a glowing key from your inventory and inserting it into the key hole within the seal.

His eyes widened as the marked gate slowly rose up. You signaled him to follow you which he obliged as both of you crossed the gate.

As soon as the two of you made it to the other side, the water suddenly dropped.

"{Y/N}!?" Aether shouted, as he fell towards the waters below.

He looked around as he submerged into the waters, trying to locate for any clues of your being though jolted as he felt a hand connect with his, pulling him up wards.

Both you and Aether gasped for breath as you reached the surface, the blonde traveler checking up on you quickly after.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt right?" He inspected your face, worriedly. You chuckled and shook your head. "I'm fine, don't worry." You gave a reassuring smile before guiding him to the shore.

Once both of you had made it out from the pond, you took ahold of Aether's hand before making your way towards a passage way. "We're almost there, it's just around this corner."

As the two of you turned the corner, Aether squinted his eyes from the blinding lights illuminating in front of him, but when the affects wore off, he was flabbergasted.

The scenery in front of him was a sight to behold, it was beautiful. It was much like a conservatory or dome but underwater.

The platform was a marble concrete mixed, in the center was a fairly large round gazebo with small staircases leading up to it. The gazebo were structured with roman-styled pillars on the side, on top a glass roofing. Around the gazebo, was glass flooring that connected to a glass-like pathway towards the entrance.

Towards the side of the entrance where both of you stood, was a small waterfall pond that held a few koi fish. Over in the same center on top of the glass flooring was a beautiful concrete dining set up, the furniture engraved with seals and designs.

To finish the small set up were the humongous pillars, engraved and embroidered with crests and designs that seem to hold up the dome itself. And finally, the outside waters. You had a very beautiful and clear view of the ocean life dwelling under the surface every one and awhile.

"I-..This is.." He was at a loss for words. "Where did you find this place..?" He asked, entering the underwater garden scape, touring around.

"Well, Furi-Focalors crafted and gifted me this place. This was and still is the spot where we usually go to escape our busy lived when we have the chance." You explained, before making your way towards a certain area.

His eyes trailed your figure as he followed behind, watching as you made your way towards a small lounging corner with a conversation pit—small pillars surrounding it.

Sitting down on the comfortable cushions, you signaled for Aether to join you which he oblidged.

A comfortable silence washed over the two of you as you watched the marine animals swim across the dome.

Your lips softly curled upwards, your expression faltering.

"Aether..I want to say..if you're not ready or comfortable to go back to how things were once before. I can completely understand...It's been quite a while since we saw each other and.."

You sighed as you started to doubt everything.

"I do believe you need to look for your sister, yes? That would mean you would need to carry on with your journey...and-" You spoke, your tone light yet heavy. "-I wouldn't be able to join you."

Aether's brows furrowed in thought. Time seemed to be stilled with a heavy atmosphere.

"You're right..I need to carry on my journey to find her..Not just for myself but for the both of us—so we could all be reunited once again." He started, but shook his head. "But we need not to worry about that in this moment. All we can do is wait and see what is ahead of us." Aether stated, taking your head in yours with a comforting smile.

"As for your first question, though it may be a bit weird, i'm comfortable with whatever your choice is. But..I do have one request."

You cocked your head to the side, "What is it?"

"Could I..hold you again?" He mumbled turning his head away in embarrassment.

Your eyes widened in surprised but quickly relaxed before making your way towards him as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Aether tensed at the new found weight and touch, but quickly relaxed as it was you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace.

"Archons I love you..."

You smiled, "I love you too."

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A/N: Dw, Paimon is left with Furina for a bit....maybe..

Anyways, I hope this wasn't too cheesy or anything. But yeah! Final episode of this mini series is done!!

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[intothewestwing]

ch 20 - If I Can’t Love Her

“When I asked if you’d join me for an afternoon stroll, I didn’t expect you to say yes.”

Beast and Belle walked side by side through the gardens, hands folded at their backs, passing over the bridge that stretched over a man made lake.

Though Belle had explored the gardens the day prior, she’d only seen a small part of it. The gardens stretched all the way out toward the forests and cliffs beyond, on all sides of the castle. The property was incredibly isolated, as the only side that didn’t drop off into cliffs was the entrance. It was vast and beautiful, and Belle admired it so.

“Why not?” She laughed. “I keep my promises.”

Beast rolled his eyes.

“And you’ve already shown me so much more than I could have ever found on my own.”

He’d shown her the seasons gardens, where different flora and fauna bloomed depending on the season. It was the ending of autumn, so there weren’t many colorful ones to be seen, but Belle could guess how beautiful everything looked in the spring, and how she couldn’t wait to see it.

They’d also paid a visit to the cemetery, where he vaguely described the resting souls. He’s purposeful skipped the statues Belle had found the day prior, as that was a part of his past he didn’t wish to dig into just yet, and Belle was mindful to not ask about them.

As they reached the pivotal point of the bridge, Belle gasped as she saw what he’d been leading her towards.

It was a grand gazebo, carved of marble, and covered in twisting vines of ivy and white roses. She hadn’t read too much on plant life, but it was odd that the flowers seemed so much in bloom for the time of year.

In truth, they were enchanted, much like the rest of the castle. They wilted along with the mystical Rose, hidden away in The West Wing.

White petals blew in the wind, circling the young woman, beckoning her to approach the gazebo. Inside sat a single bench of white marble.

If only she’d brought a book with her, she thought. This was the perfect hideaway reading spot.

“It’s beautiful!” She exclaimed, before brushing against Beast and leading him along toward the structure.

He peered around before following her, and made eye contact with living statues that were scattered amongst the hedges. These were once the royal gardeners, who were doomed to live the rest of their days in silence, continuing to tend to the property.

And as Belle ventured closer to the gazebo, she began to notice the other statues that surrounded them. Behind the gazebo was a garden of even more statues, who were not gardeners, but the guests that tried to flee the night of the Enchantress’ curse.

They hadn’t made it off the property in time.

Some looked sad upon their pedestals, while others looked hopeful, and began to turn their heads towards Belle.

It was an eerie sight, to say the least.

Belle felt her breath escape her as she had began to step backwards, away from the wandering eyes of the statues. She jumped as she stumbled backwards into The Beast, who caught her.

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” His voice was quiet and calm, and brought ease to Belle’s mind. Even outside the castle, more people were depending on her to break whatever spell they were under.

She shook off the feelings of unease, and turned to face Beast, who still had his strong arms around her. Oddly enough, she hadn’t let go either.

“Belle?” His tone was one of concern now.

She smiled and back away from him, venturing into the gazebo.

“I’m fine!” She said cheerfully, though it was a facade. “Just a bit jumpy, I suppose. I was not expecting…”

Beast lingered in the doorway of the structure.

“It’s alright,” He lowered his tone into a whisper. “They frighten me a bit, as well.”

The pair laughed awkwardly.

After a few moments of taking in their surroundings, Belle cleared her throat.

“It’s not an unfamiliar feeling.” She started. “In my village, the people gawk and stare at me constantly. I almost always feel their eyes just… judging me for my every move.” Belle fiddled with her hands in her lap.

Beast found this odd, as he couldn’t understand why she would be judged. But he knew the feeling. He’d been constantly surveyed and supervised since the day he was born, even more so after the curse had been set. It was difficult to be alone when the literal walls had eyes.

“You must’ve had plenty of suitors.” He blurted.

She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the armrest of the bench, crossing her arms.

“Something like that.” She laughed.

Beast tilted his head in confusion. His statement, though forward, was one he would believe, as her beauty was beyond all the princesses and duchesses he’d met in his youth.

Belle exclaimed in disgust at the mere thought of the character she would go on to describe.

“Alright, there’s one man who has had his sights on me since we moved to the village. He is roguish and rakish, and while he is handsome, he is as conceited as Narcissus himself. The entire town expects us to marry.”

She shook her head and scoffed.

“I’ve heard rumors from the other women… I am frightened to think what would happen if I were to be left alone, unchaperoned, with him.”

Beast shifted his weight uncomfortably. She’d come across monsters before ever setting foot in his castle.

“The men in your village sound terrible.” He remarked.

She continued. “I am half thankful to you that I never have to see his wretched face again. That fate had other plans for me.”

Belle smiled up at The Beast, and their eyes stayed in contact much longer than they had before, similar to the rainy night on the terrace.

Beast was the first to look away. He entered fully into the gazebo, and sat next to Belle on the bench. He let his paw rest on the cold marble, and felt a chill run through his arms.

“I…” He exhaled. “I am glad you decided to stay.”

Belle hummed happily and placed her hand over his paw. The size difference between them was astonishing and odd, but she found warmth in his company.

“I am, too.”

They remained like this for a while, taking in the beauty of the sunset as the orange and pink tones washed over gardens. It must’ve been half an hour before Beast lifted his paw and took her hand in his.

“I’d like to show you something.”

He guided her to the side of the gazebo, where an old wooden ladder rested behind the vines. It looked… flimsy at best. Once he’d retrieved it, he held out his paw to assist in helping her climb. To his surprise, she climbed up the ladder with ease, and waited for him to join her on the roof.

However, he did not use the ladder. Instead, he scaled the side of the structure. This was probably for the best, as the ladder most likely wouldn’t have held him.

Once Beast caught his breath, he greeted her with a smile.

“Well? What do you think?” He asked, as if the surprise was obvious.

Belle laughed. “What exactly am I looking for?”

Beast crouched behind her, at her eye level, and pointed into the distance. From where they stood, one could see the village. It was distant, but definitive. On the hill, resting just above the trees.

But Belle couldn’t see it. Her vision past the trees was completely blurred. Belle was nearsighted. She squinted in an attempt to see in the distance.

“What are you showing me?”

“Just…” He continued pointing at the village with one hand, while the other rested on her shoulder. “Just wait…”

Beast watched her face, waiting for the joy to reach her. But he could tell something was off. Was she unable to see that far out?

As the sun continued its descent, the sky became darker and the air became colder, and she was grateful for The Beast’s gentle touch and warmth.

“What am I-” Belle was interrupted by the sight of small golden lights being lit in the distance.

He was showing her the lights of the village.

As one was lit, others followed, and Belle was in awe. She gasped in awe. Though she couldn’t see the details of the houses and their outlines, she was overjoyed by The Beast’s thoughtfulness.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “It’s the village, isn’t it?”

Beast placed his hand on the small of her back.

“Can’t you see it?” He raised his brow, as the sight of the village was crystal clear from his point of view.

Belle shook her head. “But I can see the lights! They’re distant, but beautiful.”

She turned and placed a gentle hand on his chest.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. This was a very thoughtful gift.”

There was nothing but sincere gratefulness on her face, but Beast wasn’t satisfied. He wished she was able to see the village. If she was still planning on staying forever, the least he could do is give her a way to see her previous home.

With his sharp vision, he could also see how Belle began to shiver from the cold.

“Shall we head inside for some tea?”

She nodded and rubbed her arms for warmth, as she hadn’t noticed the harsh chill of the upcoming winter until now.

Beast unclipped the clasp from his cape and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Like a gentleman, he opened the doors for her as they re-entered the castle.

They agreed some time by the fire would be nice, and like magic, Mrs. Potts arrived swiftly with a fresh pot of peppermint tea.

As they sipped away, Belle and Beast shared brief stories from their vastly different childhoods. Belle’s was full of light and joy, of togetherness and reassurance from her father.

This contrasted drastically with Beast’s upbringing.

“My father… He never quite saw me for who I was as I wished he would. Nothing I did was ever… enough. And, believe me, I tried everything to desperately to gain his favor.”

Belle set down her empty cup.

“Oh?”

“I became an expert hunter and fighter. At the age of ten, I’d consulted young men from the village who’d returned from war to train me in combat skills, as well as marksmanship. All to be ignored for some meaningless flirtation of the week.”

He began laughing.

“Except for one time, he demonstrated where on an animal I should be aiming, except I was the target! I spent a week in the infirmary!”

It wasn’t until he caught his breath that he realized Belle wasn’t laughing along.

“I’m… I’m so sorry he treated you that way.”

Her voice was sorrowful and sincere, and she gently placed her hand over his. This reaction was not one he expected, though the longer he paused, the more he realized what a grim story he had told.

“I suppose my childhood was not as amusing as I recall… You’re lucky to have the family that you do.”

“Yes.” She stated. “I am. And when I have children, I want them to be raised in a home filled with love, as I was.”

Belle set her cup down.

She’d spoken in reference to the future, as if she had one outside of the castle. She had promised to stay forever, even after Beast insisted she leave and continue her life.

“At least,” She backtracked. “…that was what I’d once wanted for myself.”

Beast, without thinking, took her hand in his and held it close.

“And you will have it.”

She shook her head. “Beast, please don’t.”

“No!” He protested and knelt on the floor, at the foot of her chair.

“You deserve to live in a house of love and joy, not in a castle of… of guilt and pity for the monster who trapped you here.”

Belle placed her other hand on his cheek.

“I need you to listen to me when I say this.”

She rubbed his coarse, scarred cheek with her thumb.

“I do not stay out of pity. You are my friend. And I wish to set you free. You and everyone else trapped here.”

“Belle-” He leaned into her touch.

“Even if I left this very second, even if the spell made me forget, my heart would always be stuck here, and will never be free until you are, too.”

The rest of the evening consisted of Belle, very sleepily, describing the villagers and their dynamics. It seemed there was not a single young man in town she found interest in, nor person at all she could confide in.

It was possible that, somehow, he’d become her only real friend outside of her small family.

Was it convenience or fate?

Belle yawned and wrapped his cape around her, nestling into her velvet-lined chair. It didn’t take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.

The tea didn’t affect Beast so easily, though, and he panicked slightly as he realized he’d need to carry her to her chambers, lest she wish to wake up with a sore neck in the morning. The chairs were comfortable, but not quite a nice shape for sleeping long periods.

He exhaled and stood. She was small in comparison, and he’d have no issue carrying her. It was the close proximity that made him nervous. While they may be friends, things she did made his heart flutter. Her contagious laugh, the way her eyes sparkled in the firelight, even the most gentle accidental touch made his heartbeat race.

With an internal pep talk to inspire confidence, he slid a paw under her legs, and the other behind her back for support, and carried her, bridal style, up to the East Wing.

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When Belle awoke, she’d been neatly tucked into bed. She was still in her day clothes from the afternoon prior, and noticed she was still clutching The Beast’s cape, as it lay like a blanket over her.

She inhaled its distinct scent. It was a mix of smoke, whiskey, and something floral. To her surprise, it brought her comfort.

Nothing in her chambers seemed amiss, safe for a small box, tied with a ribbon, that lay on the pillow beside her.

Her heart melted as she opened the box to find a pair of sparkling, gold framed spectacles, connected to a delicate woven chain of matching gold. The chain resembled vines, and held small charms of what she could only guess were roses.

She ran to the window and slid the delicate arms over her ears, and gasped in delight as her vision adjusted.

From her window, she could see, just over the trees, her village, and atop the hill, her father’s house.

Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she marveled at the view, a view she’d never been able to see before, and suddenly, she saw The Beast and his castle from an entirely new perspective.

[kenyondesignsllc]

7 Outdoor Gazebo Secrets: The Key to a Stunning and Functional Backyard

Treat your backyard as just a backyard? Nah! It’s your kingdom, your retreat, your personal slice of paradise. And remember nothing ties it all together quite like an outdoor gazebo. Instead of a wooden hut plopped in the middle of your lawn, your outdoor gazebo is the secret weapon to creating a space that looks fabulous, feels inviting, and actually gets used.

Let’s be honest—most backyards are not built as they should, and they’re just wasted potential. A few chairs with a table, a sad grill, and maybe a lonely potted plant trying to make the environment inviting. And the perfect gazebo? You suddenly have a spot where morning coffee hits different, weekend grills become legendary, and even rainy days turn into cozy, scenic moments.

So, let’s break it down. Here’s how to make your outdoor gazebo the crowning jewel of the yard—both stunning and ridiculously functional.

1. Pick the Right Style—Because Gazebos Have Personalities Too

Just like humans, gazebos come with their own personality and style, and picking the wrong one is like showing up to a black-tie event in cargo shorts. Indeed, a wrong one just doesn’t work.

A wood gazebo is the timeless classic—warm, inviting, comfy, and dripping with charm. A perfect gazebo made with wood makes you want to grab a book, sip your favorite drink, and pretend you’re in a countryside novel.

For those who like a little more modern things, a backyard gazebo with smooth and shiny materials with minimalist design gives off that polished, high-end look. Think crisp lines, neutral hues, and an arrangement that looks like it belongs in a design magazine.

Then there’s the wooden pergola—the cool, laid-back cousin of the gazebo. It’s not fully enclosed, so you still get that open-air feel, but it adds structure and shade, making it good for lounging, dining, or setting up a cozy little garden escape.

Whatever you choose, make sure your wooden pergola vibes with your space. A gazebo built with rustic wood might not make sense in an ultra-modern yard, just like a sleek, steel-framed gazebo would look hella weird in a fairytale-style garden.

2. Place It Like a Backyard Genius

Locations for your gazebo matters. If you put it in the wrong spot, you’ll wonder why it’s collecting more dust than compliments.

It requires a center stage, making it the main event, perfect for entertaining guests. But if you’re interested in a more private escape, you can simply tuck it into a quiet corner surrounded by greenery and enjoy a peaceful little hideaway.

And if you’ve got water features—whether a pond, fountain, or pool—putting your gazebo nearby automatically levels up the whole backyard. There’s something about water and a gazebo together that just works.

One thing to avoid? Sticking it somewhere inconvenient. If your gazebo is all the way in the back corner of your yard, where it’s out of sight and out of reach, chances are you’ll use it about as often as that treadmill-turned-clothes-rack in the basement.

3. Go for the Right Materials—Because Not All Gazebos Age Gracefully

A gazebo isn’t just a one-season wonder. It’s something that should last for years, which means choosing the right materials is non-negotiable.

Wood is the OG—classic, sturdy, and naturally beautiful. Cedar, pine, and redwood are all solid choices, but they do require a little upkeep. If you’re not into sealing, staining, and occasionally checking for termites like a paranoid landlord, consider other options.

Metal gazebos? Sleek, modern, and practically maintenance-free. But they don’t have the same cozy charm as wood.

Vinyl is another low-maintenance contender—it won’t rot, warp, or attract bugs, and it’s easy to clean. The trade-off? It doesn’t have the same rich look as real wood, so if aesthetics matter, you might have to fake it ‘til you make it.

Pick your battle: timeless beauty with some maintenance, modern ease with a trade-off, or something in between. Whatever you do, just make sure it can withstand your local weather because Mother Nature will test your patience.

4. Furnish It Like You Mean It

A gazebo without furniture is like a restaurant without tables—technically functional, but completely useless.

If you want your gazebo to be a chill zone, invest in comfy seating. Plush chairs, outdoor sofas, or even a hammock will turn it into your go-to relaxation spot.

If dining is your thing, a solid outdoor dining set will make sure your backyard BBQs and Sunday brunches hit next level status. Just imagine a candlelit dinner under your gazebo while a soft breeze rolls through. That’s backyard goals right there.

And if you’re all about social vibes, think about adding a fire pit, a bar cart, or even some built-in benches. Because the best backyard hangouts don’t happen by accident—they’re designed for good times.

5. Light It Up—Because Nighttime Gazebos Are Pure Magic

It’s good if you’ve built a daytime gazebo. But for night? That’s when the real magic happens.

Add instantly a warm, cozy glow with string lights draped along the edges. Lanterns bring a classic, graceful touch, while LED strips give a modern, sleek feel with customizable colors.

Want to go all in? Throw in a chandelier. Yes, an outdoor chandelier. Go with this bold move, as it’ll make your gazebo feel like a five-star retreat.

However you do it, just do it. Because a gazebo without perfect lighting is like a concert without melody—completely missing the point.

6. Protect It from the Elements—Because Weather is a Savage

Your gazebo is an investment, so don’t let the elements ruin it.

If it’s wood, seal it. Regular staining and sealing will keep it from looking like a forgotten fence post.

If it’s metal, check for rust and give it a protective coating.

And if it’s vinyl—well, lucky you. Just hose it down now and then, and you’re good to go.

Also, don’t forget the roof! Whether it’s shingles, metal, or polycarbonate, make sure it’s in top shape so you’re not dealing with surprise leaks when you’re trying to enjoy your outdoor escape.

7. Make It Uniquely Yours

A gazebo is more than just a structure—it’s an extension of your personality. So don’t leave it looking like some generic catalog photo.

Add curtains for a breezy, elegant touch. Throw in a swing if you want the ultimate relaxation spot. Decorate with plants and hanging vines to create that lush, secret-garden feel.

Or, if you’re the type who loves hosting, turn it into an outdoor bar setup with stools and a cocktail station. Because why not?

The more you personalize it, the more you’ll actually use it. And that’s the goal, right?

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[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 5 - Moonlight (Kyoya Ootori)

09/19/2023 - 09/23/2023

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Word Count: 405

Warnings: Tamaki's shenanigans

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

Kyoya has seen that look on Y/N's face before. Multiple times, in fact. The joy that seems to light up her entire face as she twirled around and in-between the guests and the hosts. Her laughter was hard to describe.

Sometimes it would sounds like fairies twinkling (or at least Kyoya believed that's what they'd sound like), and other times, Y/N sounded not unlike a horse guffawing. There was no in-between.

"C'mon Kyo! Dance with me!" Y/N latched her hands into his, effectively dragging him onto the dance floor. Allowing a small grin to take place on his face, he lead Y/N into a classic waltz. The music soon changed into something more upbeat, "Let's see how well you can tango Ootori~"

Taking her challenge to heart, Kyoya swept Y/N of her feet into a deep dip, deliberately moving his face closer, to her face, until right at the perfect moment, he pulled back, leaving said girl feeling flustered.

After some time, Kyoya and Y/N decided to have a break, (Y/N's feet were killing her), but they still wanted to spend time together. Locking her arm around Kyoya's, she lead him to the outdoor garden (conveniently placed right outside the ballroom, for dramatic escapes during lovers' quarrel, one could only assume).

The pair sat inside the gazebo nearest to them (because that gazebo was most definitely not the only one in existence on school grounds, knowing the minds of Suoh men). This gazebo in particular was one that was not surrounded at all sides with rose bushes, and instead had vines that crawled around it. It was very open, and Y/N could see the moon from where they were sat in the structure. "Isn't the moon so pretty?"

"The moon is always pretty," Kyoya replied.

"But she looks exceptionally beautiful tonight. Something's different tonight."

Kyoya looked at Y/N's face. The way the moonlight hit her face wasn't like the way the lights in the ballroom hit her face. It was much more gentle, much less artificial, and so perfect for her. The dim lighting of the gazebo should have tampered with how the lighting enhanced her beauty, but somehow, it didn't. She looked just as lovely as he always saw her.

Y/N started talking about something, Kyoya couldn't tell what. All he knew was that he had the moonlight to thank for this beautiful view.

Author's Note: I swear I was absolutely stuck on this one, because I had no idea how to write this-

I had a concept, only to butcher it immediately after I start writing. #writingthings

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

[archiveofaffinities]

Sun Designs, Gazebos and Other Garden Structure Designs, Floor Plans, 1-12

[broodsys]

okay, so. i gardened today. a lot!

last night i was talking with my mom and we finally reached a solid plan for the backyard, one that takes into account things we have to do (like fix up the fence) and the reality of us both having adhd and other physical disabilities that prevent us from rly... doing things on much of a schedule. essentially we'll be building a small path that follows the back fence, so that we can get there easily whenever we need to, but it also opens us up to planting instead of just waiting for some vague undefined future in which the fence is fixed

still have no ideas for particular plants, and that's purposeful. i really want to discuss in broad terms - where we want structure, where we want evergreens, where we want perennials - instead of by species or "oh i love this plant, where can we fit it?" which has kinda been our fairly erratic approach up til now

so today i went ahead and pulled some of the pavers in order to make a bigger planting area in one part of the yard, and i mulched everything with the ongoing piles of leaves dropping from all the trees. got my hands soooo delightfully dirty. and while i always give plants a good chance to come back, there were plenty of 100% dead ones that i finally pulled up, broke up, and also mulched (they will take a long time to break down, but that's intentional)

it's really nice to finally have a solid plan. and it's a plan that has an order to it, too! the big stuff has to happen in a particular order:

move the gazebo frame to the center of the yard

create the perimeter path

at which point things will open up and we can shuffle smaller stuff around - storage stands and the like - until we find good spots for them.

[chojrak-making-things]

It's been a while since last world overview. I have these pictures taken in July. It's the world called Teldrassil, it was made by SandraKB. It's based on capital city of night elves in World of Warcraft. Thanks to Bietjie who helped me find it on discord, cause I had that world many years ago in game, but forgot the name.

The world isn't much developed. Many buildings stays empty or almost empty - some have fridge, beds, armature and kitchen appliances. Some lots have dining table, bars, various decorations, but it's lightly furnished.

The tree trunk is really interesting in structure. I have never seen anything like that, and I think it was executed well. Texture is glittering from map view, probably because wrong filter was choosed while recoloring and exporting texture.

One of island has buildings, something like garden gazebo or something like that. It contains large basement with bathroom but not anything really beside that. Other island is empty and has only trees, so no picture of that.

Main island has many big lots in the middle, like a fields or something. Most build-up lots are closer to edge, mainly in town area, or in village in opposite edge of the giant trunk.

But enought for sterile showing and talking, here's view closer to the ground, landscapes of the island.

Gates to the town. It's a public restroom.

Custom leafy texture on fields of empty lots. It's a bit glitchy from map view too, but not that much as tree trunk texture.

Now upto other buildings:

Lot shaped like a giant tree. It's regular public lot, but has a bar inside.

Another lot, mainly for chilling:

Lot shaped like a bear is bellow. It's apparently a projection of some building existing in World Of Warcraft. I'm not really familiar, cause I don't play. I don't like online games and subscription system, but I'm fascinated by aestetics and lore. It really reminds me of Heroes 5.

The main city, all in white in blue. It's really splendid, reminds me of some Greece towns in real life.

Some paths along the water:

The last building which looks like Japanese Tori contains canteen and swimming pool. But I hit limit of 30 pictures in post, so the second part of this overview will be linked down bellow, when I send post.

(second part here)

[seshen]

Chapter 1: Gloxina

Everyday you would take walks through the woods. You gather fresh flowers and herbs that you find on your walks. You usually bring them home and pot them. You use a lot of the flowers for teas, pressings or just decoration. You make yourself pretty familiar with the woods, so you don’t get yourself lost. Each time you time to travel a little farther.

This time you traveled a little farther than usual. You came upon some bushes. They were pretty tall. You looked around them and found that they had formed a sort of small tunnel. You decided for funsies you’d go in and investigate. Maybe you’d be taken to some fairy realm or dimension.

When you came out the other side you were shocked. There were all kinds of flowers and trees. You called out a hello. This might be someone’s garden. The flowers looked like they were planted intentionally. You didn’t hear a response and decided to investigate. Walking around you found a small cottage. It looked a bit run down.

You knocked on the door. When you did that the door opened on it own. You peaked inside to find that it had been abandoned. You decided to walk in. It looked like it was once a cozy place to live. A fireplace, a few bedrooms, kitchen with dining room. Moving in yourself crossed your mind but this would need extensive renovations and you didn’t have that kind of money.

You stepped out of the cottage. Since this place was abandoned you decided to claim it as your own. You would help the flowers, but it seemed like they were able to take care of themselves. You were definitely going to come back here often. You left through the same tunnel you came in through. There was still a lot more of this place you wanted to explore but it was going to be dark soon.

When you got home you put away all the items you collected. You went through your daily routine and went to bed. You wanted to wake up early tomorrow and get back to that garden.

When you woke up it was 10 am. Not exactly the time you wanted to wake up, but it would do. You grabbed a picnic basket and packed it for the day. You put some sandwiches, drinks and sweet treats. Then you set out for your new garden. Your basket was probably big enough to bring back a bunch of flowers.

You found the bushes and climbed through the tunnel. It was still as empty of human life just like yesterday. You looked around the house again just in case. Still empty. You decided to check out more of this garden. It was pretty big. You walked towards some more bushes. They weren’t as tall as the other bushes to get in.

You noticed they were structured to shape a certain way. You followed the bushes to what looked like an entrance to a maze. This is what you’d explore today. Maybe if you made it to the center you could have lunch there.

It took some time, but you actually made it to the center of the maze. It wasn’t particularly hard, but the overgrown bushes got in the way. In the center was a small stone gazebo. It had table and chairs to match. Luckily it wasn’t too dirty. So, you set up your lunch for the day here.

You began eating and enjoying the sound of nature. A soft wind was blowing, and it was just really peaceful. Then you heard footsteps. You looked around. There were at least four points of entry to get to the gazebo. The footsteps kept coming closer and closer.

Then out of one entrance a tall, brunette man came out. He was dressed nicely. Dress pants, formal shirt. You stared at him with half a sandwich in your mouth. He seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. You slowly took a bit out of your sandwich.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. He sounded pissed.

You chewed faster and he came towards you. As soon as you swallowed you spoke. “I just found this place and thought it’d be a nice place to relax.” You stammered.

He kept walking towards you. Something about him felt off. Maybe it was the glare he had or the way he walked. All you knew was that you felt threatened. You looked in your basket for something to protect yourself. You spotted a knife. You grabbed it and held it out in front of you.

“Don’t come any closer!” You yelled.

He didn’t even throw his hands up. He just looked annoyed that you were waving a knife in his face.

“Put that away.” He demanded.

“No, I don’t know who you are.” You stated.

“I’m the owner of this property. If anything, I should be wielding a knife in your face.” He said.

You put the knife down. “Sorry, I thought this place was abandoned.” You said softly.

“Technically, it is but this place used to belong to my parents.” He said.

“Oh. If you want, I can leave.” You suggested, a bit saddened at having to leave somewhere so pretty.

“You don’t have to, as long as you don’t wave anymore knives at me.” He said.

You chuckled. “I won’t. Who are you by the way?” You asked.

He looked a bit shocked and answered. “I’m Seto Kaiba.”

You introduced yourself and held a hand out to him. “Sorry for stumbling upon your garden. It’s really beautiful. Do you upkeep it yourself?” You asked.

He took you hand and shook it. “No, I visit every now and then to soothe myself from work. My mother mostly worked on it when I was younger.” He said.

“She did an amazing job. Why did you guys abandon it?” You asked.

He stayed a little silent. Then you realized it might just be a sensitive subject. Now you have to think of how to change this. You looked over at your basket. You had some other sandwiches and drink.

“Want to eat with me?” You asked.

He looked at you basket and then back at you.

“I have plenty of food and it’s always fun to talk to someone instead of eating alone.” You stated.

He sat down and you handed him a sandwich and drink. You both started eating away. It was a bit of an awkward silence and you weren’t really sure how to break the silence.

“Would it be alright if I took some flowers?” You asked.

“As long as you don’t ruin the garden as a whole.” He said.

“I don’t take much!” You said.

After that lunch was pretty quiet and awkward. Once you both finished up, you collected the trash. You got up and started heading out of the maze. Seto followed you out. Once out you got to picking some of the flowers you wanted. He watched you from afar. Probably to make sure you didn’t mess with the garden too much.

You got a few peonies, lilacs and tulips. You even found and picked a Variegated Tulip. You were going to give this to Seto. His eyes were a really pretty shade of blue. Hopefully he didn’t understand flower language. You went over to him when you finished picking the flowers. You handed him the tulip.

“Thank you for letting me visit and picking your flowers.” You said and smiled at him.

He took the flower and you went on your way to leave.

“Wait.” He said.

You turned towards him. A little scared.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” He asked.

“Maybe. Why?” You answered.

“I just wanted to ask you some questions.” He replied.

“Oh. I can try to come back tomorrow then.” You replied.

You went on your way and he didn’t stop you this time. You went home and proceeded with putting the flowers away and using them in various ways. You made dinner and had some time to yourself for a while. Once it started getting late you got tired. You wrapped things up and went to bed.

On the poll, majority voted to put the original up on tumblr and the rewrite on AO3. I hope this rewrite is better.

[prettycynicist]

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