#it’s almost midnight here soo

[goldiipond]

HAPPY 7TH ANNIVERSARY TPN!!!!!!

i thought it would be fun to celebrate by redrawing the first full tpn piece i ever made! this series means so so much to me and im so grateful for it <3

original from february 2022 under the cut!

[heartss4val]

hellooo! i was just binge reading all your works and immediately followed, and saw that you were taking requests soo i wanted to request a lil something!

it’s a percy x f!reader where they stay up late to wait for christmas together! scenario could preferably be on top of their apartment rooftop or smth, but i wouldn’t mind any other choices you’d like! thank youuu, once again i love your workkkk <3

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ MEET ME AT THE ROOFTOP | percy jackson x gn!reader [wc: 924] thank u anon for ur kind words, ur the sweetest!!

you had a couple ideas of where you'd be on christmas eve. tucked under the covers of the bed you and percy were sharing while you were over for the holidays, wrapping up last-minute presents, staying up late due to the surge of adrenaline, maybe?

you were pretty wrong about all of those.

"'just hope this year isn't as hectic as last," percy's voice cuts through your thoughts as he tosses rocks off the rooftop of the apartment complex, trying to hit a nearby tree.

you nod absently, hands fiddling with the red and green macaroni necklace that estelle had thrust into your hands the moment you stepped foot into the jackson household. the frigid wind bites at your skin, but you don't complain. percy, however, smushes your face into his shoulder, covering the remaining exposed part of your cheek with his hand.

as you nuzzle further into his warmth, percy glances at the blue, glowing watch that he'd picked up from a cornerstore years ago. it was old and looked like it had been through a war, but it still worked. "only three more minutes," he murmurs, holding up his wrist so you could see the neon blue numbers reading '11:57'. against the blackness of the night, the color was almost garish, but it was softened by the warm glow of christmas lights that adorned percy's neighborhood.

you smile, your lips dry and cracked from the cold. percy had brought you up here solely to be the first to give you your gift on christmas day. he and estelle had a running competition, and he couldn't present it to you in the house without her popping up from seemingly nowhere. the rooftop was the only place of privacy. it was technically cheating, but estelle had won for the past two years and percy was petty. the small gift box next to the boy didn't go unnoticed by you.

"you wanna try?" percy asks, handing you the rock he'd been about to throw. he still hasn't hit his target. you muttered a quiet 'yeah,' took a deep breath, and hurled the rock off the roof.

it hit the tree square on.

percy looked genuinely flabbergasted. mind-boggled, if you will. "you're sick," he says at last. "why would you do this to me?"

"you can defeat the god of war at the age of twelve but you can't hit a tree that's like, thirty feet away?" you retort, breath visible in the frigid air.

"take that back!" percy laughs, his knit beanie tumbling off his head as he tackles you to the rooftop ground, holding your face in his hands.

percy could be intimidating when he wanted to be, but up here, with a smile lighting up his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief, he was anything but.

"i'm gonna make you sorry," he warns.

"sorry for what?" you quip, breathless from the effort of holding him off when he wants to reach you this badly. "that all those years of sword training couldn't build up your muscles enough to hit a tree that close to you?"

he ignored your taunt, his fingers squeezing yours as he ducks down into your space. you laugh, squirming away, pushing your hand (with his still twined into it) against his face.

"you suck at this," you tease. "and you won't win!"

"oh, yeah?" he says, his smile wide and gleaming. two of his teeth are a little sharp at the corners, reminding you of a shark. fitting.

percy's lips part, ready to speak, but just then the alarm on his watch, the old and crusty one that he showed you earlier, went off, the sound piercing through the quiet night air. you glanced at the time.

midnight exactly.

percy releases you, thankfully. your arms were starting to strain. you lied about the muscle thing, he was pretty strong.

"c'mere," he says, picking up the box that he wrapped, the paper crinkling in the spots where his fingers were touching it. you sit next to him, feet dangling off the rooftop. he puts the box in your hands and you eagerly tear off the wrapping paper.

inside was a stunning multi-colored bracelet, with multiple chains and twists and turns that caught the light. you looked up at percy, who was already watching you. "i've been saving up," he says, his eyes downcast. "what do you think?"

you had to take a moment before responding. "i love it perce, really." you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, admiring the way it glinted in the christmas lights. he even got it in your favorite color. "thank you."

he let out a sigh of relief, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a matching bracelet on his own wrist, but in blue. "good," he breathes, a small smile playing at his lips. "'cause if you didn't, then you'd have to see it everytime i held your hand, anyway."

you gape at him, then grin. you like the idea of having a piece of him with you, even when he was away. you reached up to cup his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "was this just an excuse for you to buy yourself a cool bracelet?" you tease.

percy shook his head, his smile growing. he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, then took your hand in his, holding it up to the sky. the christmas lights around you seemed to glow brighter, illuminating the two of you. "one for me, one for you," he says, his voice low and warm.

[kkydult]

— interview with a vampire

vampire!leehan x gn!reader - suggestive(?) - !! blood !! - 0.8k

a/n. ik its not halloween anymore but this has been on my mind i just was able to sit and write it now soo enjoy either

it had been going on the news lately to not walk out late alone, three disappearances over the course of the past two weeks you tried your best to follow these instructions working a late schedule almost every night but working a shitty job never payed off and you were left behind to sort documents after hours, you kept track of the time as you tried to hurry in hopes of leaving at best before 10pm so when midnight struck you felt obligated to call someone to pick you up.

after a couple tries, listening to the ringing but without any response on the other end you decide to take up courage so you could get home as quickly as possible, your first instinct was to grab a small knife from the kitchen and keep it in your purse, just in case you told yourself as you walked out the door.

the air was chilly and somber, you quickened your pace at every step avoiding alleyways that you would usually take, anticipating the one you could avoid that lead to your front door, you kept your gaze forward not willing to turn back, the streets were so empty just the thought of there being someone behind you terrified you, almost like foreseeing you watch a man in a tall trench coat walk past you, your eyes met his as he walked by the wind blowing his hair aside as you looked his way, it felt uncanny the look in his eyes, you watched him disappear into the night as you neared your street.

taking no chances as you stood in front of the dark road, the light were supposed to be automatic but they never actually work so you had to resort to your phone, you grabbed the knife along with it only to get a sharp cut on your palm as you rummaged through your things, you pulled your hand out of your bag to check the cut and realized you weren’t alone looking up in front of your stood the man from earlier he had a hungry look in his eyes and before you could even step back he told your hand eyes locked on yours as licked the blood away grazing his tongue along your cut, your head runs blank as you stand there and it all goes dark.

“Rise and shine” as you open your eyes your heart pace quickens as you look around at the unfamiliar room you weren’t restrained but the room was small and you were on a bed on the floor, there he was again you could see his face clearly now his skin was pale and the reflection of light on it made it seem like it shined, he watched you as you analyzed the situation wondering what your next move would be and frankly even you had no idea you felt hopeless,

“are you going to kill me here?” you started as tears trickled down your cheeks slowly, he looked offended by your words,

“you fainted i wasn’t going to abandon you in the street,” he argued running his fingers through his hair, you looked puzzled but you figured he was trying to twist your mind after all he did kidnap you, “you should be more careful fainting in strangers hands, people are getting abducted” he smiled amused by his words, you looked around for your bag hoping you could still use the knife just as you moved he was right in front of you, a second ago he was across the room then it hit you, you crawled backwards stopped by the wall behind you as you tried to inch away from his touch,

“what the fuck are you?” he frowned as he drew the knife you so desperately wanted out of your bag, letting it draw the outline of his hand carefully before he looked at you,

“you’re a smart girl, take a guess,” you could only look at him in fear as he spoke so softly, his tone was distracting making you doubt your fear but the look on his face was so different it was full of lust and desire all that pointed at you, “you’re a vampire..?” you choked on your words feeling more and more unsteady in his presence, he smiled licking his lips the next second you were under him his hands holding down yours above your head, his lips grazing your ears as he whispered,

“you’re starting to get it, let me show you more” something about his voice made you curious, you didn’t even bother fighting it when he let his teeth dig into your neck, the feeling of him sucking on your neck had you dazed you didn’t even care if he took it all, you let yourself breathe out against his skin as he pulled away blood dripping from his lips as he looked at you this time his features looked softer you could see his soft brown eyes even with the blood dripping out of his mouth he looked gentle you let his lips crash into yours tasting your blood all over him,

“can you taste that? that’s all you”

[flowerflowerflo]

bee's record player: march edition. 🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !! notice !! ♡

surpriseee <3 wanted to try and add a little of my personal influence to my girlblog since music is literally my entire life & thought it might be funny to show u all what makes up the chaotic glittery mess that is my brain (and because there are almost 1000 of you beautiful people following me whatt?? thank you😭). i've allllways wanted to do smth like this too so, here u go !! 🩷💗

(+ this is a way for me to rant about my interests without being annoying to my friends / moots 😭. to anybody who has listened to me rant or cry or scream or whatever over music ily guys mwa)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 NEW ARRIVALS

goddess, laufey

♡ released march 6th, 2024

♡ single

♡ running time: 4 minutes 28 seconds

eternal sunshine, ariana grande

♡ released march 8th, 2024

♡ full album / LP

♡ best songs: supernatural, the boy is mine, we can't be friends (wait for your love), intro (end of the world)

♡ running time: 35 minutes 33 seconds

unheard, hozier

♡ released march 22nd, 2024

♡ extended play / EP

♡ best songs: too sweet (i adore this song.)

♡ running time: 13 minutes 59 seconds

super real me, illit

♡ released march 25th, 2024

♡ extended play / EP, debut! ♡

♡ best songs: magnetic, midnight fiction

♡ running time: 9 minutes 36 seconds

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 BEE'S TRACKS: TOP 10

♡ 10. my world, illit

girly girl song!! i've been obsessed with illit's whole super real me album, their debut is soo good oh my gosh. its criminally short but i seem to have listened to it a lot !! 😭

♡ 9. we can't be friends (wait for your love), ariana grande

i have SO MUCH to say about this song but it resonates with me so much in so many different ways and i just. oh my god. ariana i love u so much

♡ 8. we got so much, le sserafim

k so i initially didn't really like this song but... it's grown on me. a lot. since it first came out. um. it's pretty simple honestly and it's just really girly girl it makes me feel like a school girl i love it

♡ 7. this is what makes us girls, lana del rey

girlblogger anthem!! okay confession i did not get into this song until LAST MONTH. i know. it's terrible and i am ashamed i am so sorry. but i have formed such a strong emotional attachment to this song its crazy i adore it

♡ 6. imperfect for you, ariana grande

exposing myself pt.3 i was in a really big depressive slump for like one half or more of this month actually and this song helped me so much i can't 😭 i love you ari

♡ 5. the boy is mine, ariana grande

(are you noticing a pattern here yet) um another ariana grande song no lol um idk what ur talking about haha 🥰 this song is so twerkable im sorry i wasnt a fan at first but im obsessed i need to stop

♡ 4. smart, le sserafim

no words. once again wasn't a huge fan originally but oh my god im obsessed w it now. afrobeat type of songs are, will, and always be top tier and i will die on this hill. (i've been SO OBSESSED with le sserafim lately but i think thats fairly obvious here😭)

♡ 3. eternal sunshine, ariana grande

i adore this song oh my god. its become one of my favs of all time since it came out. this was on loop for HOURS when i first heard it and its such a comfort song for me. it shows her growth so beautifully and there's so much about it i just absolutely adore like i could write a whole essay on this song and still wouldnt be able to express how much i love it

♡ 2. magnetic, illit

illit was bound to pop up here again this month tbh ok so me and my bsf were listening to this on loop the entire time at school a little after it came out like we were sitting in the front row of our class and were still watching the magnetic mv under the desk on her phone. so in love with this song it makes me so happy n feel so cute i ahh <3

♡ 1. supernatural, ariana grande

SUPERNATURAL IS THE SONG EVER. first day it came out i listened to the album and this was on loop constantly for the next week or more. it's made it up to my top 10 fav songs of all time ever and i listen to A LOT of music. this song is my life<333

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 ALBUMS

♡ 1. eternal sunshine, ariana grande

fairly self explanatory. i love u ari. there was soo much ari this month bc ive been a diehard ari stan since i was 8 and have never looked back. since yes and released in january i have been ecstatic about ag7 releasing in march after 4 YEARS of no ari so this was MONUMENTAL for me 😭😭 THE DROUGHT IS OVER ARIANATORS RISE 🩷🩷🩷

♡ 2. super real me, illit

so basically the day this album came out my best friend was spamming me about them and i only listened to them like 2 days after cuz she was annoying me about it and OH MY GOD. i listened to them and then proceeded to loop the whole album for the next 72 hours 💗 and for a debut as well is amazing ily illit girlies

♡ 3. with you-th, twice

so i wasn't much of a fan at first bc they just sounded really similar and bland to me but its grown on me a lot since it came out and i've been listening to it so much throughout the entirety of march. its just so oddly comforting in a way and feels like a hug in music form (+ rush and bloom are the best songs argue with the wall)

♡ 4. easy, le sserafim

self explanatory. i'm obsessed with le sserafim at the moment and this album is everything to me. ass shaking album 10/10

♡ 5. k-12, melanie martinez

i have been revisiting one of my fav albums of all time this month and its as amazing as always. this has been my favourite album of all time since it came out and i will never ever get over k12 🩷 10000/10!!!! <3

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 ARTISTS

♡ TOMORROW X TOGETHER

♡ TWICE

♡ LANA DEL REY

♡ LE SSERAFIM

♡ ARIANA GRANDE

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 SPECIAL MENTIONS

♡ happy 1 year to portals by melanie martinez! oh my god this album helped me through all of 2023 and i went to see her on tour in london for my birthday last november and it was surreal. she's amazing. i adore her and this album (i have it on vinyl hehe) and love it SOO MUCH 💖

♡ expect ordinary things by ariana grande to be high high on my top 10 next month its been on loop for days now im obsessed

♡ there's going to be a LOT in next month's issue seeing as 2 of my all time favs are coming back next month, so prepare for that! so excited ahh <3 (one has already released at the time of writing this. prepare urselves.)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 EDITOR'S NOTE

this was SO FUN oh my gosh. i am 100% making this a regular thing~ lmk if it was entertaining, improvements needed, artists / albums you'd like me to keep up with etc, or just general comments, ideas, reviews and so on. thank you so much for reading, this was so fun! look forward to next month 💗🫶💖

lots of love 💘

[tobybestupid]

"please, stay."

Mick Mars X Reader

Tw: nothing, just fluff

✨Summary✨ Mick doesn't want you to get up while cuddling.

✨not proof read✨

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You were laying down, Mick laying down on top of you, head shoved in your chest, arms wrapped around you, snoring and drooling slightly.

You were mindlessly staring at the TV, it was about midnight, and you just couldn't sleep.

Then, you felt the urge to use the bathroom. You tried to carefully move Mick, but he woke up.

"Mm...stay, please." He tiredly mumbled out to you.

"Hun I gotta piss" You told him, rubbing his back and ruffling his hair a bit.

"Buh- but-" He mumbled out.

"I swear, I'll be right back. Would you like a snack from the kitchen when I come back?" You asked.

"Yeah... pretzel pleaseee" He asked, stretching out the 'e'.

"Mkay, I'll be back Hun" you said, kissing him on the forehead gently before you got up and walked off to the bathroom.

When you were done using the bathroom, you walked into the kitchen. You looked around for the bag of pretzels, eventually finding it. You grabbed it, and walked back to the living room.

"Mkay babe, you wanna go to bedroom, or contuine to lay here?" You ask, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Bedroom, then we can fuc-"

"Mick, it's almost midnight, bad." You jokingly say, laughing quietly.

"Mkay, fineee!" He whined, laughing quietly as he got up and followed after you to the bedroom.

You both laid down on the bed, turning on the bed side lamps, and turning the normal light's off.

He opened up the bag of pretzels, shoving them into his mouth hungrily.

"Babe, chill you'll choke" you told him.

He muffledly said, 'mkay, fine' and he started to eat slower.

"Alright, night. Love you babe" you told him, kissing his cheek.

"Love you too" He said, swallowing the pretzels he had been chewing on, then he cuddled up next to you.

"Love you soo..so, so. So much." He whispered, eventually falling asleep with you.

[gorgeouslypink]

Hey gorgeous!

JUST WHEN I LOST ALL THE HOPE YOU SAVED MY LIFE! I JUST SAW YOUR POST ABOUT THE GET INTO THE TRANCE STATE! & I WAS LIKE LETS GIVE IT A SHOT ( I was like it’s nothing nothings gonna happen ) & damn! I did the meditation as she said & oh boy after my eye lids closed I was into trance I think almost into the void as I could listen to her voice (hardly) & couldn’t focus or understand a word of it! I am soo happy it feels soo good! It’s midnight here & I am going to do this method again followed my delta waves & I am going to do for the void state tonight & this time I am going to come back with a success story of not just entering the void but also manifesting my void list in reality!

Hey love!! Awh this is so cute and im so happy for you and the thanks should go to @trynafindbarbiee2 and please keep me updated!! 💗

[ashiemochi]

my brother in christ i am begging you for a follow up for bloodlust vows i just found it and i need a more so bad 😭😭😭 (ofc ignore if you want i love your writing regardless :3)

you guys are so sweet <3 again, this been asked by a lot soo~~

part i here <3

The hospital never was the best place to wake up at. It usually meant your body was pushed past the limit to the point it had shut down either temporarily or permanently. As much as you had wished it was the latter, someone up there didn't think it was the right place for your story to end.

And so the bright light that you prayed was Heaven made you flinch, peeling your eyes open bit by bit. So-called Heaven was now light bulbs attached to the pale white ceiling. Your vision was blurry, seeing two or three of everything. And let's not get started on how you could barely even move your head.

Just what the fuck happened?

"You're awake,"

Using whatever energy you had (which, let's be honest, wasn't much) to follow the voice, Chris was sitting on one of the chairs with his arms folded against his chest that dropped as he stood up. A faint relieved smile was on his face, making the crinkles next to his eyes show their appearance subtly.

He set his hands on the low bars next to your bed, looking down at you gently, "How are you feeling?"

You tried to swallow as you licked your lips but ended up wincing at the dryness of your throat. You went to move your hand up to your throat but found it a bit weighted. Looking down, you blinked tiredly at the cast around your upper arm all the way down to your forearm.

"W... What --" A cough interrupted you, sending Chris to your aid in an instant, his rough hands were tender on your body.

"Easy, easy," Chris soothed you, helping you sit up then he turned to face the bottle of water on the table next to you, "Here. Drink up."

He opened it for you and then brought it closer to your lips, his other hand going to the back of your head. He could tell your senses weren't back just yet and you looked so utterly lost. Your skin wasn't as pale as he had found you, but your eyes were distant to all hell.

You moved your head away once you quenched your thirst and Chris returned the bottle back to the table. You looked up at him with slightly furrowed brows.

"What... What happened?"

Chris released a heavy sigh, going back to the chair to drag it close to your bed and he sat down with an exhale through his nose. A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as he started talking.

"Leon..."

It was clear he didn't know how to tell you that your own husband turned against you -- unwillingly.

"He lost control. I'm guessing he hasn't been feeding lately with the blood bags provided by the DSO and it took a toll on him. Since you were the only one around him that night..."

Horror was beginning to set as your eyes widened softly. The rest of his words went deaf to your ears. Your hand went up to the side of your neck, deeply wishing it was all just a big nightmare but right there on your neck was a bandage patch. If you swallow thickly or turn your head to the side, you could feel the dull pain within.

Your own husband -- the love of your life -- was still alive from what you remember. You needed to see him. But where was he?

"Where is he?"

Chris blinked at you in surprise but regained his composure easily, voice dropping a tone, "In his confinement -- back at HQ."

You took a shaky breath as you tried to speak through your hoarse voice, "Take me to him."

A pair of midnights hardened as he straightened up, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Chris--"

You were cut off by him standing up, voice low but if you hear him again, fear was there.

"You were out for three days, y/n."

But too bad, you loved Leon a bit too much.

Your eyes seemed to shimmer under the pale lights as you whispered, your voice coming out broken, "Please, Chris. I need to see him."

The BSAA soldier was reluctant.

-

"I'll wait outside."

The door closing behind you was almost unsettling, making your heart skip a bit but nothing pained you more than seeing your own husband behind thick glass walls -- in his cage.

Chris informed you of how easy it was to get Leon in here and how he didn't even struggle much. He'd ask about you and would tell Chris just how bad he fucked up. Leon had willingly entered his confinement to try and become clean once again.

Your legs felt numb as you moved closer to the cage, sad eyes set on the man in his bed, back towards you. It didn't seem like he had noticed you were here -- yet. Chris also told you that the Leon you knew wasn't the same after his relapse anymore.

But you knew one thing.

He was your husband.

You trailed your eyes down to the ground, finding a red line about a foot away from the cage -- this was where you were supposed to stop; for safety reasons.

The man seemed to have stilled under your gaze, shifting slightly to look over his shoulder and his tired eyes widened.

"... Y/N...?"

Tears were immediate in your eyes, mimicking his as you nodded, your hand coming to hold to the other for comfort and you felt a bit too happy under his stare.

"Hey, Leon."

Leon stood up from his bed and you almost believed Chris when he told you that Leon had changed -- but the one right before your eyes was the same man at the end of the altar; broad but still small.

Leon blinked at you, chuckling breathlessly, a loving glimmer in his blueblue eyes, "What... What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you." You admitted as you went to move past the line, alerting Leon, "Chris told me--"

"Stay back, Y/N."

The way his voice came out sharp but also wavering made you freeze on your spot, eyes widening a bit. Leon lowered his hand with a heavy sigh, dropping his head as the smile he had faded.

"You shouldn't be here..." Leon muttered, almost spitting to himself in disgust, "Not after what I've done."

You frowned, retreating your foot back away from the line as you opened your mouth but he cut you off, nearly glaring at you.

"Don't you dare tell me it's not my fault because it is." Leon snapped, "I broke the deal with the higher-ups and look where that got me," His eyes seemed to have hardened in anger and guilt, "Where that got you,"

You whispered, heart aching, "We've been through this before, though. Is that not enough?"

"Enough to what?" Leon snorted, "Lose control again? You have no idea what's like -- feeding on those god-awful fake bags of the DSO, hunting, and having these uncontrollable urges to just..."

Something shifted in his face.

You pressed on, feelings your chest tightening, "To just what?"

"Drain my own wife... The woman I love..." Leon answered, utterly ashamed.

You weren't entirely surprised by this revelation. Having a sort of living bloodthirsty creature as your husband taught you to become a little more desensitized by a lot of things -- like finding a dead deer out in your backyard. You'd scold Leon for leaving it out there and that it at least deserved a well-respected burial.

The way Leon grumbled and trudged outside to clean his mess the next day reminded you so much of a child cleaning up his toys. He rarely ate the food you made but on special days when he'd be having a rough day or it'd be your relationship's special day, stars would appear in those azuls that you fell in love with when he'd taste the iron in his plate of food.

True, there were days when he was on the brink of losing control when the DSO's shipment was a bit late. The moment the truck stopped by your house, you rushed outside to practically yank the package and ran back inside to take out a bag. You basically hand-fed Leon that night, silent as his hand gripped yours to squeeze the bag.

You weren't going to throw away those five years of marriage over nothing.

"So, why didn't you?"

Leon froze and looked at you. You never looked so defiant before. Hell, you would've folded your arms if you could.

"What?"

"You heard me." You retorted with a tearful glare, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Leon's brows furrowed at your question but found himself silent and that didn't stop you.

"Yeah, it is your fault that we're in this moment -- but that doesn't mean anything. Compared to all those other years together, this shouldn't mean shit!" You snapped, "I saw this coming, Leon -- I knew one day something like this was going to happen and yet I still stayed. I know what I got myself into."

Your lungs heaved in air and Leon's eyes widened as you crossed the line to be closer to the cage, "Y'N, wait--"

"We had our vows that day, remember? In sickness and in health," Your voice broke in the end, letting your tears roll down your cheeks, "I'm still here and I still fucking love you, Leon... So, I'm going to ask you again... Is that not enough?"

Silence hung in the air and it felt suffocating. Leon was rendered quiet as all he could do was stare at you in shock, overwhelmed by the sight of his wife still giving him a second chance.

"How long..." Leon mumbled, turning to face you with a frown and dull eyes, "How long do we have to keep doing this?"

"For as long as it takes." You whispered back, sniffling as you nodded, "Till death do us part."

Leon shook his head with a faint laugh and he moved towards you. Your hand was pressed to the wall as you gazed up at him with such hope in your bright eyes. Leon couldn't help but smile down at you, hand coming up to yours and he pressed his forehead against the glass.

"You're really goddamn stubborn, you know that, right?"

Another thing Chris had told you; Leon leaves his confinement by the end of the week after he enters his fasted state once again. For such silly bloodlust vows, you sure had a way to keep him feeling like he was still human -- still alive.

And Leon vowed to never fall to his urges and keep his relationship with you alive.

[khazadspoon]

A little something, maybe gen maybe slash, between Rowdy and Jesús because I suddenly had them on my mind this morning.

———

“Jesús?”

He shifted on the bedroll, head turning on the saddle beneath it as he craned his neck to glance at his companion for the last couple of days.

“Yes, señor Rowdy?”

Rowdy was a shadow in the midnight gloom, just a sliver of moon and a few stubborn stars poking through the layer of cloud in the sky. “You ain’t going to ever just call me a rowdy, are you…” It wasn’t a question. Jesús smiled to himself and shook his head, hoping Rowdy saw it. “Guess it’s alright. But, ‘soos, why d’you stick around? You’ve got enough to help your ma out now, and she’s doing well, you could go home and- and settle down, y’know?”

He thought for a moment, taking in the curious tone of Rowdy’s voice and the huddled form of him under the blankets. It was a chilly night and they had set their rolls close to fight off the chill as best they could.

“Because I like it out here,” he answered after a long pause. “Wide open spaces, beautiful skies, horses that listen to me… it’s peaceful. A man can forget himself here and still keep what makes him himself.”

It was Rowdy’s turn to pause. He turned on his side, pale cheeks and bright eyes the only part of him not tucked under blankets or his hat. Jesús turned on his side as well and propped himself up on one elbow.

For all his attitude, all the times señor Favor had chewed him out for impulsive actions and angry words, Rowdy did a lot of thinking. He spent long hours on his horse with a contemplative look on his handsome features, often visiting the remuda just to talk to the horses about things he didn’t talk to the other drovers about. Jesús did his best not to pry, finding something to do to keep distance, but he heard snatches of worry and almost philosophical musings on the state of the world.

“Do you…” Rowdy paused, swallowed thickly, scratched at his cheek in the way he always did when he was nervous. “D’you think you’ll stay out here forever?”

Jesús smiled and watched as it caught on Rowdy’s face too. “Not forever. A while, yes, because I am young and there is a lot of life to be lived. Things to see, people to meet, perhaps even a love or two to have and lose.”

That got a chuckle as he knew it would. “Think I’ve had more than my fair share of that…” another scratch of his cheek. “I ain’t got much to go home to. Ma gets on fine without me, no sweetheart to worry about. I guess… it never felt like home after the war. It didn’t fit. Or maybe I just didn’t fit it. I came back like some lost child looking for family in a stranger.”

He shuffled closer, dragging his saddle so they could lean close like boys on a camping trip. Their knees bumped through their blankets. “The world is a strange place, señor Rowdy, and God works in many strange ways. Sometimes the places we are born and the people we are born as aren’t the ones we are meant to die in or as. I think that’s is what drives men to be vaqueros. We are nudged out of the door and onto the plains and prairies to find ourselves.”

Rowdy smiled softly at him, tucking the blanket under his chin. “You sure are a romantic, Jesús.”

He shrugged and smiled back, fingers idly plucking at the edge of Rowdy’s blanket. “I’m a lot of things.”

“All of them good,” Rowdy said lowly, the words almost a breath. “C’mon, we should at least try and get some sleep. No use trying to buy horses if we can’t see ‘em straight.”

Jesús let go of Rowdy’s blanket and shuffled the blankets back up around himself. “Goodnight, señor Rowdy.”

“G’night, ‘soos.”

[rubber-ducky143]

College Trip!!

A/N: Hello, sorry I’ve had a MASSIVE lack of writing recently!! Things have been crazy lately! I just finished testing last week and I’m hoping I can write a lot more. I’ve also had a huge lack of sleep recently (about 6 hours per night) but I've been making it through even if all I want is to close my eyes! I’m also working on SOO much right now but just don’t have motivation.. Anyways, I hope you like this :3

Inspo: Last night, I was at a hotel and a video from Caryn & Connie inspired me to do part of this story as well!!  Video here :3 

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, anxiety(?), that’s it I think lmk if I missed anything :)

Pairing: College Roommate!Felix x M! Reader

Word count: 1545

It was late at night, maybe 9 or almost 10 o’clock. You were sitting at your desk, waiting for your roommate, Felix, to come back. Where had he been?  You had absolutely no clue. He could’ve been in a jungle for all you knew. And for all you cared frankly. At this moment in time, you were so tired you just wanted to close your eyelids and fall asleep but something in your body forced you to stay up and wait for that stupid, attractive, blonde man. You wished you hadn’t been paired with him for roommate at times but, at other times, you enjoy it. Like the time Jisung came over and you three drank to your heart’s content and played lord knows how many rounds of the best game of truth or dare you can recall. 

You rub your temples with your index fingers and sigh. It was only mere moments that had passed when your dorm’s door burst open. It shocked you enough to lift some drowsiness off of your sleep-lacked brain. 

“Hey, sorry I’m so late.. I got so caught up in time.. I almost forgot to come home.. And almost passed out.. On the couch..” 

He sounded out of breath. The one who came clearly running through your door was no other than Felix. Or so you hoped. Who else would have the key-card to your room besides you, Felix, and possibly the main office? Also, no one else had a voice as deep and soothing as your roommates, therefore, it only made since that it was him. 

“Hey, no worries.. Honestly, if you had gotten here any later, I would've passed out myself.. What were you doing, anyway? Normally, you’re here before sun down..”

Felix hums in acknowledgment, removing his bag from across his torso and hanging it up on a little shelf you both (and friends) made about 3 or 4 years ago. He sighs and stretches, raising his hands into the air and leaning to the side and then to other.

“Hyunjin thought it be a good idea to have a game night and since this week has been full of end-of-the-year testing, I wanted to spend time with my friends and celebrate the end of those brain-wracking tests..”

You nod your head, allowing him to continue. “I didn’t know I was gonna pass out after seeing who could chug a bottle of vodka down faster..” You dumb-smack your face and rest your elbow on the table in front of you. “You.. cease to amaze me.. You know that, right? Who chugs a bottle of voldka at like 10 at night? At least do it around midnight..” “And you’re encouraging me, why?” “Not sure.. Anyways, I’mma go to bed.. We can hang out tomorrow if you have no plans, yeah?”

Felix hums and nods his head.

“Yeah, I’m free. We can go to that double-decker bus bar that opened a few weeks ago. It sounds really fun..”

You nod and force a drowsy smile. With that, Felix pulls you in for a hug with one of his arms and hugs you sideways before letting go and heading to the bathroom to shower.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------You stretch after being let go and crawl into the comforts of your sheets and comforter along with an army of squishmallows, pillows and other stuffies you refuse to let go of. You rest your head on your fluffed up pillow and close your eyes. It feels like 2 seconds when your roommate comes out with a white, soft towel around his waist. He runs to his dresser, grabs what you assume to be a pair of boxers, a pair of some sort of bottoms, and a shirt of some kind. You couldn’t tell. Fairy-lights only emit so much light!

After a few more minutes of trying to sleep, Felix comes back out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He ruffles your hair before going to bed himself. 

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The next morning, you wake up and lay in bed for an extra 30, 40 minutes. Once you finally actually get out of bed, you change into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You waddle over to yours and Felix’s mini fridge to get some eggo-waffles and heat them up in the toaster that you use so often it isn’t even funny anymore. 

You sit at your desk and enjoy the 2 waffles that are still semi-cold. Who are you to blame your toaster that you’ve had for almost 5 years? Maybe it was time to get a new one?

While caught up in your thoughts about a toaster, you don’t realize Felix snatch a waffle off the paper towel you had placed down until he spins the sitting part of your chair around, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing the now half-eaten waffle in his hand. “Felix! What the flip!”

Felix laughs and eats the waffle as quickly as he can before you can tackle him and rip it out of his hands.

You sigh and give it up, your body draped over his back as he hunches over on your bed. He originally hunched over to scoff down the waffle he stole from you but now, he’s just hunched over because you haven’t gotten off him yet. Not that he’s complaining. He being who he is, he’d be more than happy to have your body - or any one of his friends or family’s bodies in contact with his. 

“You wanna get ready to go to that bus-bar?” He asks, breaking the soothing silence between you both. 

“Yeah, sure.” You get off Felix’s back and he stretches after sitting up on his knees. You both get ready for the day. You put on one of the most classy outfits you know you own. A pair of ripped blue jeans, a white t-shirt that may or may not be your roommates considering the small yet noticeable size difference. You have a black sweater that has lighter holes and just holes in general. It’s been in your wardrobe since you were like 12 or 13. You still love it to this day and thank your past self for loving oversized clothes. You wear a black pair of messed up converse and some white ankle-high socks. You, of course, also have your own cross-body bag with all your own essentials and more things you probably haven’t seen for months. Felix wears something similar. A white t-shirt, just as big as your own, blue jeans but not as ripped, white socks, and a pair of converse for himself. He also has a jacket. It’s just a blue hoodie, nothing special. 

“You ready?”

You nod at your roommate's question and quickly check to make sure you have everything before leaving for your car with your roommate by your side.

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After about 10 minutes of driving (and being a little lost downtown), you finally make it to the double-decker bus that was turned into a bar and hang-out place. You and your roommate go into the bus and order a few drinks. Many other college students are there, enjoying themselves.Felix wraps his arm around your lower back to keep you safe in fear of you being taken away by some drunk person that wants to use you. 

After a few hours of sticking side by side and drinking a few glasses, you both go outside and sit on one of the many benches that was outside. You and Felix sit outside, resting in each other’s embraces because both of you are most likely too drunk to drive. 

“Hey, Felix? How’re we gonna get home..?”

“I can call Chan or Lee Know if you want..?” You nod and almost fall asleep due to being so drunk. Felix calls Bang Chan and Lee Know so one of them can drive you both back to the dorms with your car and the other can drive the one who drove you both with your car back to their dorm. (Did that make sense?)

About 15-20 minutes later, Lee Know and Bang Chan come out of a car to bring you and Felix home. 

Bang Chan ends up bringing you both home. He decides to stay for a while to make sure you both don’t die or something. 

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The next morning, you wake up on your bed, Felix in his, and Chan on this floor. You blink to try to remember what happened and fail miserably. You rub your eyes and sigh. 

Just can’t wait for the migraine..

You think to yourself. Just great. As much as you loved spending time with your bestfriend and the light of your world, you wish his mind wasn’t all drinking. Or mostly drinking. Sure, it was fun every once in a while, but the aftermath of it was terrible. 

You stumble out of your bed, tripping on Chan’s leg in the process, and lay down with the still sleeping sunshine on the opposite side of the small dorm room. 

You lay there, head on his chest that was peacefully rising and falling. You put your wrist under his neck and rest there instead of your own bed, by yourself. It was much warmer and it relieved the pain of your migraine by a smidge.

[maria-eve-falcon]

I think she understood his anxieties, you can hear in her songs over the years and I think just from what we know of her as a person... I think she got tired of waiting for him to do something and decide what he wanted in his life... And you can say that him not deciding has to do with his anxieties, but I think she understood him and just waited as long as she could...

sorry I didn't answer early.. I had this answer in my mind but I was(am) to0 tired.

precaution : it's gonna be long and there will be out of this particular topic disclosure because idk why a box inside was opened by this

so.. while I get people when they say she waited too long (bit skeptical) we can't blame anyone (this is making me cry wow parasocial much?) and:

they both of mental issues as we know . god knows what was their position in times. normal people without any issues (almost everyone has issues cause 'perfect' is just not a thing) can't commit easily , famous people with issues having a hard time is really normal. commitment is big. it's not just a piece of paper (imo)

I can't blame joe at all here. cause look at the position he was in. his career kickstarted and he was with her. something very unsimilar with her other exes. so, he doesn't have a career close to the people that debuted with him / close to the time he did i.e liz debici (they won a chopard together ) . he doesn't have enough press (lmfao billy lynn had the record for most press(if not collectively) with him until recently ), nominations and stability what so far judging that he is a decent actor (you can disagree for sure but he IS a decent actor objectively (even when miscast) )

I understand he doesn't want fame and hoards of money doesn't mean he doesn't want a stable career ( while tay's is 740 million a year! that's a load even after paying for everyone and everything! (idk why I pointed this out) )(acting is not a stable career choice it self but I bet he wants to have some kind of stability before at least marriage) AND he has to calculate his every word and action since the beginning .

this is gonna sound mean but do you think tay's position screams suitable for marriage and babies? I'm sorry but she is the position (was before the tour too!) where she literally is on top of the world ! ( yeah I wrote this after the people's article so I'm angry) to get married now and gain a load of attention FOR IT, is sure to be overwhelming for an actor like joe who grew up pretty normal. posh , but normal. I'm sorry but she hasn't step down at all! (not her fault but.. not his either)

considering everything I just pointed out lame excuses (this is gonna get ugly so buck up) what about her picking fights? (when you are in love, you fight but don't pick them?! ) for example afterglow, false god. she even said she knows it's her fault but wants HIM to apologize first. (i'm a person who used to always apologize first and boy, at a point you don't care and distance yourself from those who keep making ya do that (that's how my rtl with my 8 year long bestie ended, fucking exhausting I tell ya) ) ALSO when SHE broke HIS heart first! sorry but my man is human!

ok , fuck all I said . even judging by ylm , I'm assuming with pressure to work on his career or not he couldn't read her mind cause surprise! he is human! they just needed to talk about where they were or what she actually wanted but clearly she didn't understand that.

also about letting go. do you really think a woman who is still writing songs about jm (something that happened 13 years ago) AND INDICATING ENOUGH THAT IT'S ABOUT HIM KNOWING WHAT HER FANS ARE LIKE , going as far to dress up like she was in the vma's literally a decade ago and announcing her new album on the bday of some guy's ex wife (who every one is done dragging for the last 3 years) on mtv music awards is letting go? that thing icked me soo hard . what is growing up is confusing to me since midnights announce. she needs to stop these little clues to diss people that are perfectly fine with their lives and don't care at all! it just shows she loves dragging things and can't let go or be cool about it after soo many years!(nothing else!) and worst part is she makes it obvious that it's about them. now it has come to the point where it is just a stupid topic for everyone to make fun of. her pain surrounding jm and kanye has been dragged for soo long by none other than her and her fans that either people just roll their eyes and move on or it's just a joke atp!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr : I just made 7 points of why joe might have not proposed to her and was stressing about doing so.

[goldiipond]

SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

^^^^ BIRTHDAY BOY ^^^^

[skinnywalker]

Up in the dark part 2 (Billy Lenz x Male Reader smut)

@lovefanfiction01

Billy had pissed you off. Honestly, you don't really remember why, but you were MAD mad.

It had been nearly a week since the first meeting and night spent together. Things had gone so well. Billy had been so rough and so sweet. He gave you one of the best nights of your life but Billy had never been in a relationship before. He was not clingy, he was obsessed. You could barely leave his room.

"Noo!! Piggy please! Don't leave Billy!!"

After hours of fighting his grasp, you finally got back to your room. The next few days were filled of arguing. Billy could not even imagine letting Y/n go even for an hour.

When Y/n finally put his foot down and escaped, billy was inflamed. How dare piggy refuse his love. Piggy was going to pay.

It was almost midnight when Y/n finally got home. He felt like his feet were chained to the floor by concrete.

"Jesus, could someone clean up around here?!"

The kitchen was trashed. Red solo cups slipped over every surface, weird sticky liquid staining the floor and a random pair of panties laying on the counter.

Y/n sighed, "I guess I'm just going go to bed"

Yawning again, he climbed the stairs towards his room not seeing the figure in the hallway.

He felt too tired to even hear the typical tap tap tap of his bedmate billy. Y/n stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the bathroom to wash his face not hearing his door creak open. He walked back into the room before freezing.

"Hi pretty piggy"

"Billy what are you doing here?"

Billy looked up grinning from the bed.

"P-pretty piggy has b-been very very mean"

Billy stood above him pining him against the wall.

"Billy needs-s to punish piggy"

His fingers drug into Y/n's thighs lifting him into the air.

"AHHH! BILLY! BE CAREFUL-"

"No no no piggy! It's time to be punished"

He threw Y/n upon the bed pulling down his boxers.

"Piggy is gonna scream"

Billy's slammed his fingers deep inside Y/n. Barely lubed, they burned his insides. Y/n drooled as his eyes roll back into his head.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhh bill billy pleaaaase"

Billy snapped his fingers aching Y/n's stomach harshly.

"Billy needs to treach p-piggy a lesson"

Y/n felt like his insides were being twisted into knots. His stomach dripped from pre cum.

Billy slowly pulled his digits from the abused hole, licking off the glaze.

"Piggy looks s-so handsome"

The amount of relief broke as he cracked deep into Y/n nearly splitting him in two. He almost came at that moment, caught up in the bliss of filling him balls deep.

"BILLLLY I-I'M GONNA CUM"

"NO PIGGY!"

Y/n gasped as Billy laid large red blossom slaps along his ass and thighs. His body arching into Billy's rhythm. He felt his brain turning to mush as Billy fucked the depths of his stomach.

"Ohhh piggy! T-tell Billy h-how much you l-love his cock"

"S-soo much bill! Please let me cum!!"

He smirked watching Y/n's fucked out face strained with tears and pleading for relief.

"Cum piggy. Now. For billy."

He scream as they both reached their peak. Laying there wrapped in eachothers sweat the two sloppily made out.

"Piggy please d-dont ignore billy again"

"I promise"

Billy smiled and happily struggled deeper into bed.

"Goodnight sweet pig"

[nsfwflint]

Infinite Love Stories: Echoing Sentiments

A/N: After over a year and a half, I finally finished chapter two of Infinite Love Stories. I'm really glad that I finished this in time for my anniversary and hope you enjoy!

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Min Young for lunch.”

“Of course! I’ll let her know you’re on your way up!” The cheery receptionist smiles.

“Thanks.” You smile back as you make your way down the hall.

The noise of a bustling office buzzes through your ears. Briskly making your way towards your wife’s office, you run through restaurant options in your head. Lost in thought, a sudden impact knocks you back slightly as you turn the corner. Several pieces of paper flutter around you as they slowly drift towards the floor.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” The surprised voice exclaims.

You look down to see a handsome man picking up the papers he dropped from running into you. 

“It’s fine. I should have been paying more attention.” You say.

Kneeling down, you quickly help the man pick up the fallen papers. As you sort through the pages, you can’t help but notice that they’re for a partnership agreement. After a few minutes, everything is cleaned up and the young man shuffles the papers to straighten them up. 

“Thank you for the help. I’m sorry again.” He says with a polite bow.

“Seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” 

“I’m new here! I haven’t been here very long, and I just recently got transferred to this department almost two months ago.” He smiles.

“I see. Good luck!” You smile back.

“Thank you!”

Without any other words spoken, he quickly walks down the hall. You can’t help but release a small chuckle at his eagerness before continuing on your way. After another minute or two, you finally arrive at your wife’s office. You gently rap your knuckles on the open door as you poke your head inside the doorway. 

“Hi honey! Is it lunch time already?” Min Young beams, her radiant smile as blinding as it always is.

“Yeah. Was thinking maybe we could get some kimchi-jjigae today.” You say as you jokingly slap your stomach.

“Oooh, that sounds great.” 

She stretches her neck as she gets up from her chair. Helping her put on her jacket, you can’t help but give her cheek a quick kiss from behind. Min Young turns to you and softly presses her lips against yours. After a few seconds she pulls away and gives you the smile that’s melted your soul time and time again.

“Let’s get going. I’m starving!” Min Young chuckles playfully.

The two of you smile and laugh at each other as you make your way down the bustling city streets. Suddenly, someone appears in front of you that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Min Young walks past you despite still being attached to your arm. You turn to the Min Young holding your arm before turning back to the one walking past you.

It’s the same person. From her midnight black hair and radiant smile, to the delicate features of her face that you’ve committed to memory. It wasn’t just someone who looked like her. The person who just walked past you was undeniably your wife, Park Min Young. Looking back to the woman holding your arm, the expression on her face tells you everything. While you might not have any idea what just happened, it’s clear that Min Young does. She releases a deep sigh as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts a call.

“Eun Soo? Yeah something came up so I won’t be back in the office today. I’m going to need you to take care of everything for me. Thanks.” 

As she ends the call, Min Young looks at you with an indecipherable expression.

“What the hell was that?” You exclaim.

“We need to talk. Let’s head home first. Trust me, we’ve got all the time in the world for me to explain it to you.”

Baffled by the entire situation, all you can do is nod dumbly as the two of you quickly make your way home.

You barely manage to step into the apartment before all the confusion finally explodes out of you.

“What the hell was that Min Young?”

You frantically pace back and forth in your living room as you try to wrap your head around what you just saw. 

“First things first, you need to try to settle down baby.” Min Young says, doing her best to calm you in a soothing voice.

“I just saw a carbon copy of my wife walk past us on the street, what I need is an explanation.”

“I know, baby. And you deserve one, but it’s complicated. Just let me take a few minutes to think of how to explain it.”

Min Young stares into your eyes, her eyes pleading with you to let her think.

“Okay. I just need to know what’s going on.” 

Realizing that your anxious movement isn’t helping the situation, you take a seat on the nearby couch. Min Young sits down next to you and gently grabs your hand, trying her best to help settle your nervousness. After a long silence, her eyes light up as she looks at you and excitedly slaps the back of your hand.

“AH HA! I figured out how to explain it to you. Sort of.” She smiles.

“Well that’s a start I guess.”

“All right, remember when we first met on New Year's Eve? Do you remember what you said?”

“Uh, yeah I think. Something cheesy like ‘If this is how my year is starting, I can’t wait to see how the rest of it goes.’ Or something like that.”

“Yeah. That wasn’t the first time you’ve said that to me. You’ve said it countless times.”

“Are you sure? I only remember saying it that one time.”

“Not you, you. Past you. A different life.”

“Yeah, a past life. Right.” You chuckle.

As you laugh at the absurd sentence, you look into Min Young’s eyes. Your laughter slowly dies off as you see how serious she is.

“You. You’re serious? I said that in a past life? How would you know that?” You ask, your tone a mix of confusion and concern.

“There are certain things that reverberate throughout time, always happening no matter how many times you’ve reincarnated. Sometimes it’s a small thing, like a certain phrase. Other times, they’re major events. I like to call them Time Echoes. Pretty snazzy name right?” Min Young smiles, playfully hitting you with her elbow.

“No. How do YOU know that?”

“Because I’ve been with you through them all. We’re kindred of eternity, you and I.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean we’ve been at this for a long long time. An endless loop of love and death. Did you think I was exaggerating when I talked about our infinite love stories?”

“How long has this been going on exactly? And how does it explain your doppelganger?” 

“Eons, my love. And that’s a complicated situation, I’d have to explain everything from the beginning.”

Min Young gives you a soft smile and suddenly everything about your relationship makes sense. Her flowery and grandiose language. The way she seemed to know everything about you from the first time you met. And most importantly, the intensity of your love for each other. Several of your friends used to warn you that you were rushing your relationship with her, but it never felt that way to you.

Ever since you first met Min Young, it was startling just how natural it felt to have her by your side. It didn’t take long for her to be as crucial as the air you breathe, and you never questioned it for a second. It was like a piece of you that was always missing suddenly returned to you. And as crazy as it is, looking into her eyes and seeing them shine with a millenia’s worth of love and warmth, you believe her.

“Tell me everything.” 

A sigh of relief leaves her and Min Young gives you another gentle smile as she begins to tell you the first tale in your infinite love stories.

Why are there so many people here? 

The single thought rings through your mind as you stand off from the crowd. You were waiting for this art exhibition for months, but you didn’t realize it was going to be one of THOSE events. Your eyes glance around the crowd, a sea of entitled patrons filling the normally empty gallery. Out of nowhere, the featured artist blew up overnight. Suddenly their paintings were a must have for the wealthy elite. You truly love art, but you figure most of the people here couldn’t tell a Raphael from a Picasso. They are only here to show off their wealth and drink wine with their fat cat friends. They’d be just as eager to gather in front of a dumpster fire if you convinced them it was classy and “in”.

They were also here to throw a wrench in all of your plans. You had been casing the security for months. With it being a smaller gallery, the security here was a joke. A guard at each door, two more roaming, patrols every 20 minutes or so. But with the new surge of attention they have completely overhauled their security system. Cameras litter the ceiling, monitoring the entire hall. But the worst part of all is the increased number of guards. Now there were several standing guards stationed at their most prominent pieces.

Including the one you’re here for, naturally. You curse your miserable luck, you should have taken it a few days earlier when you had the chance. But you wanted to wait, make sure your plan was perfect. And now here you are, the last possible day you can steal it and your entire plan is trashed. Well, the best laid plans, as they say. Your eyes sweep over the crowd again as you try to improvise something on the spot. Making a mental checklist of all the new hurdles you have to clear, you remind yourself that you don’t have to steal it at all. But the challenge was part of the fun. For now, you decide it would be best to blend in and admire the art.

After a quick browse, you fail to see the cause of the artist’s newfound popularity. It definitely didn’t justify the outrageous price tag. Whether it’s the fad or the talent that drives up the price, you’ll never understand the peculiarities of the pop art market. You glance at the nearby guards out of the corner of your eye. They must be new to their field as they start to squirm, restless from the long hours of standing in the same spot. Finally some good luck. You begin one final lap of recon when you stop dead in your tracks, enthralled by the magnificent painting in front of you. 

You take a quick look around only to see there was nobody else nearby. While there are small groups to either side, no one else is paying any attention to the piece before you. For some reason it's like you're the only one who noticed its existence. A small oil painting of a Joseon prince smiling kindly at the painter. Despite easily being the most breathtaking piece in the entire gallery, it’s tucked in the middle of two far bigger exhibits, almost as if it was hidden away on purpose. 

Captivated by the portrait in front of you, you can’t step away, your eyes glued on the brilliant young man immortalized on canvas. The paint practically shines with how magnificent it is, the crown prince practically leaping out of the frame. As you lose yourself admiring every detail of the painting, you can’t help but feel a nagging sense of familiarity in the back of your mind.

“Everything okay, sir? You’ve been staring at this piece for 20 minutes.” A feminine voice asks from behind you.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just…” Your voice falters off as you turn towards the voice.

Standing before you is without a doubt the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. A white cocktail dress heavily accentuates the erotic curves of her heavenly body. Its deep neckline gives you a peek at her bountiful cleavage and an arousing jiggle as she steps closer to you. Her raven black hair is pulled so that it’s elegantly draped over one shoulder, leaving the soft features of her immaculate face on full display. As you stare in awe, you feel yourself getting lost in her shimmering amber eyes. Realizing how long you’ve been looking at her, you blush slightly and nervously clear your throat.

“Breathtaking. I’ve never seen something so stunning before.” You say, only partially hoping she thinks you’re still talking about the painting.

“Oh yeah? I’m always happy to hear someone say that about art.” She says with a friendly smile.

“Art is a beautiful thing.” You clear your throat again as you turn back to the painting.

“Indeed it is. I’m Park Min Young, but you can just call me Min Young.” She nods, chuckling softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m-”

The gallery fills with loud laughter, a nearby group apparently having a little too much wine.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

You’re slightly taken aback by her response. While it’s normally just something said out of politeness, for some reason it feels like Min Young genuinely meant it. You open your mouth to ask if you’ve met somewhere else before quickly deciding better of it. If you met someone like her before, you’d definitely remember it. 

“You seem to be quite interested in this piece.” She says thoughtfully as she turns her gaze back to the painting.

“I’ve never seen anything quite like it. There’s something about it that’s so familiar that it just draws me right in.” 

“I see. Well as the curator, it makes me happy to hear someone say that about a piece I personally picked out.” Min Young chuckles softly.

Upon hearing that Min Young is the curator, you can’t help but do a quick doubletake. While researching for your heist, you found out all you could about the owner and almost every staff member in the museum. But you could never find anything on the curator. For whatever reason, they chose to stay anonymous. Until this moment.

“You’re the curator? That’s very impressive. You’ve done a wonderful job.” You say as you take another quick glance around the gallery. 

“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying everything.”

“All this beauty in one place? How could I not? Are you showing any more of this artist’s pieces?” You ask as you return your focus to the portrait before you.

“Ah, no. It’s a smaller artist, so that’s the only piece we have on display.”

“That’s a shame. Frankly, it’s the most amazing piece in here. Every brushstroke is immaculate and you can feel the emotion behind each one. I would have loved to tell them that.”

“Thank you.” Min Young whispers under her breath.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for letting me know your thoughts on the exhibit. It will help me improve as a curator.” She says with a friendly smile.

“It’s my pleasure. I don’t get to talk about art often in my social circles.”

“In that case, would you mind telling me what you think about the rest of the exhibit?”

“I’d love to.” You smile politely as the two of you begin to slowly wander through the various pieces on display.

Hours have passed when the security guards finally interrupt your lively conversation with Min Young to tell you the gallery will be closing in an hour. You glance down at your watch in surprise to see that it’s rapidly approaching midnight. How has time gotten away from you so bad? You’ve now completely missed your window to steal what you came here before. But as you look back up to see Min Young’s brilliant smile, you think that maybe that’s okay. A smile spreads across your lips as you thank whatever circumstances led you here. 

“I guess we lost track of time huh? That’s a shame. I’d love to talk to you more.” You say, stretching your hand out.

Glancing at your hand, Min Young gives you another radiant smile as she wraps her arms around you instead.

“Ask where the bathroom is.” She whispers in your ear before pulling away.

“Before I leave, do you mind if I ask where the restroom is?”

“Not at all. I’ll show you.” 

Min Young grabs your hand and you make a note of how delicate her skin is as she drags you towards the back of the gallery. Admiring her curvaceous body as she guides you down the hall, you’re surprised when you feel her gently squeeze your hand. You look up to see her glancing back at you with a knowing smile

The sound of the bathroom door slamming behind you is quickly drowned out by a series of passionate moans as you lightly slam Min Young against the wall. Your hands run up and down her voluptuous curves, grabbing and squeezing whatever you can. Min Young pulls you closer against her body as her tongue rapidly swirls around your own. A lustful battle of dominance takes place in your mouth, both of your tongues aggressively rubbing against each other. All the blood in your head rushes somewhere else as the kiss grows more and more intense. 

As ravishing as she is, you know that you shouldn’t be having sex in the middle of a heist like this. It’s just ridiculous. But you also know that for whatever reason, holding Min Young in your arms just feels right. That her being with you is as natural as air, and just as important. While you could easily get lost in wondering why that is, your attention is quickly refocused to the task at hand when her hand begins stroking your cock through your pants.

You can feel your brain grow numb as Min Young’s tongue continues to passionately swirl around your own, lustfully exploring as much of your mouth as it can. She continues to caress your cock through your pants and it quickly stiffens against her palm. Unable to think from the pleasure, your body moves on its own. Your hands instinctively make their way to her chest, squeezing her large breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Min Young releases a soft moan that vibrates your tongue 

Hearing her moans of approval, your hands go into overdrive; groping and kneading her pillowy tits. You feel as if you’re dissolving in pleasure as your tongues continue their erotic duel. Time loses all meaning with Min Young’s lips against yours. Eventually she finally pulls away from the kiss to bend down and slide off her panties. Not wasting any time, her fingers quickly dispatch your belt. Pulling your stiff cock out of your pants, she gives it a few rapid strokes as she looks into your eyes.

“Hurry up and fuck me.”

The simple command is all you need to hear. As you push Min Young against the wall, she pulls up her dress to give you access to her moist cunt. Your tip presses through the welcoming folds of her pussy as her velvety walls greet you with a hungry embrace. Unable to hold back, you plunge your cock in so that she’s taking you all the way to your hilt. An erotic moan escapes her lips as her hot cavern tightens around your shaft.

“You fill me so deep.” She gasps as your tip presses against her depths.

“You’re squeezing me so tight. It’s incredible.” You grunt.

After a brief moment to allow both of you to adjust, you finally begin to move. You slowly withdraw your shaft before slamming it back into her depths. Seeing her large chest heave from your thrust ruins all hope you had of taking your time and you quickly give in to your lust. Your hands return to her breasts and pick up where they left, squeezing and fondling them through her dress. Min Young gives you a smile before slipping the white dress off her shoulders and revealing her immaculate chest.

“Is this better for you?” She moans teasingly.

“Oh you have no idea.”

Your hands immediately sink into the giant mounds of heavenly flesh. Her soft tits are so large that they slip through the cracks of your fingers as you bombard them with a series of rough squeezes. The smooth skin of her breasts upon your fingertips fuels your lust, intensifying the pace of your thrusts. Every forceful slam makes her chest ripple against your hands and makes you fuck her even harder, causing an endless erotic cycle.

Min Young’s desperate moans bounce off the bathroom walls, forming a melody in your head that you want to keep forever. Her moist chasm hungrily grips your shaft with every thrust. Your tip pounds away at her depths, piercing into her heavenly cunt without abandon. You can feel her milky thighs ripple against you as you rapidly piston your cock inside her. Groping and kneading her perfect tits in your palms, you can’t get enough of the sensation of her chest jiggling in your hands.

“Go ahead and give them a taste. We both know you want to.” Min Young smiles as even her moans radiate warmth.

Not needing to be told twice, you quickly dive down and press your face into her heavenly cleavage. You forcefully push her soft breasts against the sides of your face as your tongue darts out, trying to memorize the taste of her curves. Licking and kissing every part of her giant tits, you eventually make your way to her stiff nipple and immediately take it between your lips.

Your tongue quickly goes to work, flicking and swirling the fleshy nub. The sweet taste of her skin fills your mouth as you devour her tits. Slurping and sucking on her large breasts, you take her stiff nipple gently between your teeth. You push and pull on her delicious taste as your thrusts grow increasingly violent.

“Fuck yes. Just like this.” 

Min Young’s erotic screams of pleasure echo off the tiles as you shove your cock into the depths of her tight cavern. Your tip relentlessly pounds away at her womb, both of you eager to fill it with your seed. Her massive tits jiggle wildly as you continue to messily suck and nibble on them and you find yourself addicted to the sensation of her silky skin rippling against your lips. The hot walls of her velvety cunt clamp around your shaft, desperately seeking orgasmic ecstasy.

You feel yourself begin to approach your end and decide to intensify things one last time. Grabbing the underside of her silky thighs, you pick her up and push her against the wall even more. The move allows you to drive your cock even deeper into her cunt with your violent thrusts. Wrapping her arms around your neck, Min Young pulls you into another deep kiss. Her tongue lustfully swirls and entwines with yours in a way that maximizes both of your pleasure. 

You continue your wild and animalistic slams, your tip pounding away at the depth of her tight cunt. Your hands slide up her thighs and eventually land on her curvaceous ass. As your fingertips sink into her plump ass cheeks, you delightfully discover that Min Young’s ass is just as soft as her perfect tits. Unfortunately that discovery is short lived as you both quickly reach your limits. Pulling away from the kiss, she forcefully grabs your shoulders as her orgasm strikes.

“Oh, fuck.” Min Young shrieks, her fingernails trying to pierce through the fabric of your shirt and reach your skin.

The wet walls of her cunt tighten even more as her body twitches violently on your cock. Desperate to join her orgasm with your own, you continue fucking her through her climax with your frantic slams. Your rapid thrusts pierce into her depths as the heat of her soft chasm hungrily grips your cock. Seeing Min Young become a moaning mess as her body trembles on your cock, you feel your balls tighten as you reach the end of your rope.

“I’m going to cum.” You grunt while refusing to let up on your relentless thrusts.

“Cum inside. Release every drop as deep as you can.” Min Young moans desperately as she locks her legs behind your waist.

While you know you should have reservations about cumming inside a woman you just met, for some reason you don’t have any. You’ve never wanted to do anything more than you want to cum inside Min Young right now. It’s even stronger than a want, it’s a need. Something instinctual that you find yourself unable to argue with. And as your tip throbs in her depths, you realize that you’ve run out of time to do anything else anyway.

“I’m cumming.” You roar as the blood rushes in your ears.

Forcefully squeezing her voluptuous ass as hard as you can, your tip meets her womb with one final slam. Your primal grunt echoes off the bathroom tiles as you erupt inside her. Countless streams of thick cum rapidly flood her depths. The sticky white torrent surges into her hot cunt, plastering the silky walls as her tight cavern greedily milks your cock for every last drop of cum you can muster. One last blast of your potent semen fills Min Young’s womb to the point of excess and overflow as traces of your intense load drip down your shaft.

After a few moments, you untangle your body from hers and finally withdraw your now flaccid shaft from Min Young’s velvety walls. A stream of your thick cum slowly drips onto the tile as you hear cheers from across the gallery. Taking a quick glance at your watch, you realize why.

“Happy new year Ms. Min Young.”

“Happy new year to you too. I hope to see you more this year.” She says with a gentle smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d love to actually get to know you over breakfast tomorrow.”

“Sure. You can pick me up here at 7.” Min Young winks.

“If this is how my year is going to start, I can’t wait to see what the rest of 1970 has in store for me.” You chuckle softly.

“Me too.” Min Young smiles as she pulls her panties back up her legs.

After a couple minutes, you both finish fixing your appearances before exiting the bathroom. Before you return to the gallery, Min Young gently touches your arm. 

“Oh, right. One last thing. You don’t have to try to steal that painting from earlier. I’d be more than happy to just give it to you as a gift. Or paint another one, just for you. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

With one last soft giggle, Min Young disappears into the crowd. You immediately begin to rethink your plans to pick her up for breakfast tomorrow morning. However, while you’re nervous she made you, something inside you is telling you to trust her. If you go, you’ll either find yourself on a date with a beautiful woman, or in a jail cell within an hour. Whatever the case, you’ll find out in the morning. Because while you’re not entirely sure why, you know that Park Min Young is absolutely worth the risk.

A/N2: I hope you all enjoyed the piece. As it's now clearly shown, this series has to deal with past lives and will be jumping around a lot in time. In order to make it a little easier to follow and differentiate, in future chapters all present day story will be in regular text, and different time periods will be in italics. This story is something I really wanted to do for a long time, but I've been having a hard time figuring out how to work smut into it. I'm honestly not too sure if I managed to really pull it off here. But I hope you enjoy the story and thank you all for the support &lt;3

[please-picturemeintheweeds]

Re: the end of your Joever/renegade post, it’s almost like wondering at what point does the “rough patch” cease to be a rough patch and just how the person *is*. As in, this is just how they choose to exist or are most comfortable living as a person.

(Not villainizing him at all, it’s just alluding to what you and others said… at some point it stops being a single issue or issues to fix and starts revealing itself to just be fundamental differences in compatibility and outlook.)

Just got this and I know it was sent pre-TTPD tracklist, but yeah!! Like it makes so much sense to me that a relationship would take over a year to go from Renegade to YLM and then another year to reach breaking up for good. That honestly feels like the most normal progression in the world, and I’m sooo interested to hear how she describes this experience and gives voice to something that I think a lot of people have been through.

I’ve talked about it on here before but my current relationship is 6 years old, and Renegade literally sparked some very VERY serious conversations for us when it came out because it gave voice to things we were dealing with and we were able to address using the language she offered us in the song. That was a definite “rough patch.” We nearly broke up, and had a real epiphany about things that we both needed to change in order to continue, and the types of support we both needed in order to stay safe and healthy. I felt so seen by Renegade and then in midnights as well- labyrinth and The Great War come to mind - the decision to stick it out. When I heard about joever it hit me (and others, from what I’ve heard!) suuuuper hard because it was like wait. Whatever measures they took after Renegade and the Great War actually didn’t fix it; what does that mean for me!? I was soo shaken up because of how strongly I related to the struggle (as it was portrayed to us). But that gets to the point of this ask: the difference between a rough patch and something un-fixable. I’m certain this will come up on TTPD, and it’ll be a deep portal time travel exploration of how she came to that exact conclusion. I can’t wait.

[leafkingofbirds]

Title: Clearing the Air

Book: The Cursed Heart book 2

Word count: 2,500

Warnings: none.

Spoiler warning: none.

Summary: Kieran learns about Oleander's use of magic against Ella. And he is not happy.

Tagging @valiant-noble-soul as requested! I hope you like it!

I'm not 100 percent confident it's as good as it was in my head, but continuing to mess around with it probably isnt helping soo here it is!

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Kieran didn’t make a sound as Ella changed the blood-soaked bandages throughout the night and the next morning after the attack. Even as she peeled the bandages from the sticky mess of blood and cleaned the long, jagged tear in his flesh that spanned from shoulder to hip as best she could, he bore all the pain in complete silence. 

Almost like he was paying penance.

It had been a whirlwind few days. The frolic, the attack, the funeral…navigating Kieran’s complicated grief and his terrible wounds. So much tragedy in such a short time had taken a toll. And it had been enough to push that terrifying moment in the hallway with Oleander out of Ella’s mind completely. The horror at being frozen against her will, the gnawing panic of being helpless which lasted mere moments, but in her memory felt endless. Absolute powerlessness in the face of capricious Fae. Even if Oleander was Kieran’s friend, they were very obviously not hers. If they had kept her there much longer, she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself from begging.

In light of everything else that’d happened, that fleeting incident seemed unworthy of mention. Kieran was already shouldering so much; there was no reason to add to it.

But this morning she’d awoken with a sickening dread, memories of Radiance's cruelty brought fresh the surface. That moment of helpless fear, frustration, and revulsion at having her bodily autonomy stolen once again, just as Radiance had done, weighed on her like a sodden cloak as she dressed and readied herself to travel to the Sun Palace. 

“It will be different this time,” she told her reflection firmly, even as her insides quaked.

Oleander had been somewhat gentler to her since the funeral. Ella couldn’t be sure, but she wondered if they harbored some amount of guilt.

“There’s no reason to be afraid,” Ella reminded herself. 

The Moon Source had healed Kieran, thank goodness. The fresh new power he’d siphoned directly from the Source had renewed and reinvigorated him, deepening his already intense aura of power.

It was a relief – and at the same time, frightening. The Prince of Night was always a sight to behold, his presence overwhelming even when he was loving and gentle with her. But this morning the air around him felt almost electrified. He was on edge, as unhappy about returning to the Sun Palace as she was. When he entered her room, he seemed to carry shadows with him.

But now, with Kieran’s hands comforting and strong at her waist, the intense strength of him at her back, his power felt like reassurance. Ella gazed at their solemn reflections in her floor-length mirror. The midnight-blue dress speckled with stars that he had conjured made her look like queen, but it didn’t change how she felt about herself inside. 

“Do you feel ready to face the Sun Court now, beloved?” came his husky voice in her ear.

He clearly expected her to say yes.

Fae high society is all about perceived power, she tried to tell herself. And you look powerful. Even if you don’t feel it.

All at once, the memory came back, as if to remind her just how powerless she was. Forced to her knees by a simple, off-hand command from Oleander. Control of her body stolen in the span of a breath. 

How easy it would be for Kieran to do the same. 

He would never hurt her. She knew that. 

But he could. 

And so could Oleander.

Even when she thought herself safe, within the walls of the Moon Palace, with Kieran’s oldest and trusted friend, wearing Kieran’s magic protection around her neck, she had still blundered into that trap so easily.

Oleander had driven home their point quite thoroughly: Nothing would truly keep her safe here. Not even Kieran’s magic. 

“What is it?” Kieran’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenching her waist as he sensed the shifting of her emotions. “You had a very grave look just now.”

Ella sighed. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

Kieran smirked at her in the mirror, but his eyes still held a grim, anxious quality. He reached out and curled his hand around her forearm, gently. “It’s unnerving that you feel the need to hide something from me at all, beloved. Tell me. Please?”

She smiled at his attempt to soften the order. He was trying to stifle some of his bossier instincts for her. 

“The dress is stunning, and will certainly help with my confidence. It’s simply that…after what happened with Oleander…”

His pupils narrowed to sharp black points, suspicious, the heavy energy in the air growing thicker. “After what happened with Oleander?”

Ella’s eyes widened, and then she was looking at her own shocked face in the mirror before she broke away from Kieran’s arms and faced him, abashed. “I never got a chance to tell you…Everything happened so fast. But please don’t be cross with them, you’ve only just rekindled your friendship, and I–”

Now there was a flare of alarm in Kieran’s eyes along with the suspicion; his brow furrowed even deeper. “I make no promises as to being angry. But I will make an attempt at restraining myself. Now out with it.”

“The day of the frolic, after you left me alone with Oleander…They were just trying to make it plain how important it was that I’m careful to be specific with my words.”

“What did Oleander do?”

She had to look away from the fiery power of those eyes. “They demonstrated how…they could still order me to my knees and keep me there against my will, despite your charm. That it’s not foolproof, so I had best keep on my guard.”

The temperature in the room dropped. Kieran’s face drained of color; then something in his eyes went dead – became black and hard as chips of flint. His hand dropped to his side.

Without another word, Kieran turned and left the room.

“Kieran!” Ella chased after him down the hall, but he was already out of sight.

She followed the trail of cold air and ice-frosted windows, his newly-strengthed power breaking free of his control. Even the candles had been snuffed out in his wake. 

“Oleander!”

Ella broke into a run. The voice had come in the direction of Oleander’s private parlor.

She rounded the corner and came up short. 

Kieran had Oleander pinned up against the stone wall, his fist twisting at their collar and black shadows rolling off him like swirls of snowfall. 

Ella shivered, her breath fogging in the unnatural cold. “Kieran, don’t.”

Oleander met Kieran’s fury with a placid expression. Unsurprised and unafraid, their hands held up in surrender.

“Hello, Kieran,” Oleander answered, utterly calm. “I was wondering when we might have this discussion.”

“You will answer for what you did to Ella,” Kieran growled.

“Kieran, stop this” Ella reached out to grab Kieran’s shoulder, but Oleander’s eyes slid past Kieran to give her a look of warning. 

The message was clear: this was between the two of them.

“Kieran has every right to demand recompense,” Oleander said mildly. “I did, indeed, trespass against the royal consort. I accept that I must answer for it.”

“You swore to become a member of my court. My subject,” Kieran growled. “And the very next day, you force my consort to her knees against her will and in defiance of my very own magical protection.”

“As a lesson,” Oleander replied. “As you entrusted me with your consort’s education.”

Kieran practically growled. “And her safety.”

“Ella was entirely safe, as my intentions were solely instructive. You would not have entrusted me with her if you believed otherwise.” 

Ella held her breath as the Kieran glared and Oleander gaze calmly back, Kieran’s power swirling unabated and fierce. Oleander appeared not to notice. They made no move to fight back, but nor did they surrender. 

Kieran loosened his hold on Oleander’s collar, so that they could breathe a little easier, but did not let go. “I don’t quite care as to your intentions. It is in your actions that I find fault. You compelled Ella to her knees against her will. No matter how old our friendship, I cannot overlook a transgression so egregious.”

“I’m aware my actions were likely to displease you. But if I may remind you, Ella came to no harm. Twas but a momentary inconvenience. And you were about to throw Ella to the proverbial wolves, taking her to Opulence’s manor before she was properly prepared. I did what I believed was best, as I always have done. As you knew I would when you brought me into your court, Kieran.”

Kieran’s hand tightened once again, bringing Oleander’s face minutely closer. “You will address me as your prince.”

Oleander’s eyes flashed open with surprise. “Yes…my prince,” Oleander said slowly, as if to an angry animal poised to bite them. 

Ella was impressed not to detect even a hint of sarcasm. Ella herself had not always had the self-restraint not to infuse a bit of mockery into that exact phrase in the past. But then, Oleander knew at this moment they were not being held at the throat by an old friend, but by a High Prince of Fae, with all the expectations of that title, and ruled by ancient laws that they all must abide. A Ruler of All Fae.

And a very angry one, that.

“Apologize,” Kieran snapped. 

Ella stiffened. This was far too similar to the story Oleander told of how their friendship soured long ago. Oleander acting on their own, according to their own particular morals, and Kieran demanding an apology they would never give. 

She held her breath, not wanting to once again be the woman who came between the two friends…but how could she put a stop to this?

The skin around Oleander’s eyes tightened ever so slightly with annoyance, but they wisely didn’t voice any complaints. “Apologies, my prince. I overstepped.”

“Apologize to her.” 

Oleander’s eyes flicked over to Ella, breaking their contact with Kieran for the first time, and their eyebrows rose incrementally. 

“Do you know what I did to the last Fae who enthralled her?” Kieran growled, quiet and low. 

“I know enough,” Oleander replied.

Kieran’s voice was cold. “No, you don’t. So allow me to elucidate. In the Sun Palace, Radiance stole Ella’s voice. Controlled her body, just as you did. He compelled her to deliver unto me a curse that nearly destroyed me, not to mention our realm – via a confession of love. Unable to speak a single word of warning. You may know something of hardship, Oleander. But you do not know what my Ella has endured. That she remains here in the world of Fae of her own volition is a sacrifice I strive to be worthy of. Here, in her own home, under my protection, is the one place in this realm she should feel entirely safe. And I will suffer no one – not even dear old friends – to take that sense of safety away from her under my roof ever again.” 

Behind the stiff collar, Oleander’s throat moved on a swallow. There was a moment of grave silence. And when they spoke, their voice was thick, unusually sincere. “Understood. My prince.” 

At long last, Kieran released Oleander, the heavy cold air of his furious magic giving way to soft, warm sunshine through the windows once more. His jaw was still set.  “Apologize to my consort, Oleander. For it is she that you have wronged, even more than myself.”

Oleander straightened their vest with a dignified tug. Their pride unaffected, Oleander crossed one arm in front of them, the other behind, and executed a sharp, contrite bow. Then straightened and met her eye with bold respect.

Ella was rendered quite speechless. Silence reigned, until Ella realized Kieran was looking at her expectantly, waiting to see if she would accept.

“Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies at having compelled you, Your Grace. At the time, I believed the risk of angering Kieran was a small but worthy sacrifice to best impart my warning; but now I see my mistake. I did not consider the distress it would impart upon you, and that I truly regret. We Fae may be all too accustomed to thoughtless cruelty even amongst ourselves, but certainly we grow callous to it. And give far less concern to magicless mortals who have no power to protect themselves from us. No matter my ultimate purpose, Kieran is quite correct. You should not need to fear members of your own court in your own palace. Such a mistake will not happen again. This I swear."

“Of course,” Ella said somewhat breathlessly. “We perhaps got off on the wrong foot, Oleander. But I do appreciate that you risked Kieran’s wrath to try to protect me, in your own way. ”

One corner of Oleander’s mouth tugged upward just slightly, and Oleander shot Kieran a look of smug victory, as if they were silently saying, “You see? Ella understands.”

“Don’t be too angry at them, Kieran,” Ella said, smiling and winding her arm through his. “I expect most Fae wouldn’t understand how much worse it is for mortals to be inflicted with magic. I imagine you all likely get rather accustomed to cursing each other at a young age.”

Kieran huffed, unamused. “Something like that.”

“Well, they seem sufficiently contrite. And we can’t afford to chase off your one and only friend.”

Ella and Oleander shared a look then. Ella, a small smile of forgiveness and understanding; Oleander, a gleam of amusement mingling with newfound respect.

Kieran sighed shortly. “Fine. You are forgiven. But do not think to impose your will upon her again, no matter how good your intentions. For though Ella may be a singularly lenient person, this will be the one and only time I offer forgiveness.”

“Then we are again on equal footing, my old friend,” Oleander said.

To Ella’s surprise, Kieran broke into laughter, clapped them on the shoulder, and the tension was gone like snow in sunshine.  

“Come on, then,” Kieran said to them both, tightening his bicep to tuck Ella's hand more tightly into his side.

Oleander raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You mean for me to accompany you to the Sun Palace? My reputation has barely recovered. I'm not certain now is the best time for me to–”

Kieran took hold of Oleander’s shoulder and bodily steered them in the direction of the carriage, escorting Ella down the hall. “Enough of your dithering, Oleander. Now is as good a time as any. I shall need both of you to fortify me as we face those golden gates again.”

Kieran would hear no more complaint, and so Oleander acquiesced with a sigh, shooting Ella a look behind Kieran’s back. Ella hid a giggle into her palm, feeling somewhat better than she had before.

Together, Moon Court rode out toward the Sun Palace, each of them bracing to return to a place that held bad memories for them all, ready to face their demons as a united front.

[bbtoni]

Soo this time I hope everything is gender neutral (they/them)

I'm German my english is not the best I hope you forgive me that

Again a lil song for ya

Hope you enjoy!

We walked across the field where the wheat is slowly reaching my knee.

But not there knee it where at least five cm under the knee

"Can we slow down? I feel the stones so much!"

My voice were soft back then.

We were almost there I knew, I knew the place where we were going, I showed them this place.

But even that doesn't matter because I can already see the bench that was there.

Now we were sitting here on the table, the bench, well, it was just a bench.

"Where are you going?"

But then there was already gone, they had gone back into the field without a word, without a glance

"Hey where did you go? You know I don't like that!"

I screamed from my lungs as the panic rose up inside me like the tears that spelled out my fear.

But that also made me see less, which was the worst that I couldn't stop.

I was like a little kid and then I looked up for a moment.

The stars were like the eyes I fell in love with. The eyes that give me the feeling of security but exactly these eyes left me a few minutes ago.

I was silent just looking up. It wasn't cold because it was a normal summer night where you had to leave at least midnight to see the stars.

'come down we go again'

The soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts again, I was still sitting on the bench.

In the dark only the moon was bright.

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around my neck. But no arms grabbed my waist like it always would.

"What's up?"

I said already shaking

'I'm not here, wake up'

'You're awake again! you were shaking and you were crying so much and-'

This time I wrap my arms around my neck like I can never have them again like it's the last time. Like a drug.

"I love you"

'I love you too my star'