cold coffee. (m)

pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: smut

word count: 4,564

description: “I wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the absolute queen of.”


With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar enjoyment of the playful critique.

“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust. One that, before encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice conducted your motions.

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vernon; lazy morning haze

Originally posted by sneezes

feat. Vernon x female reader

genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever 

word count: 1618

summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up. 

Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.

To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.

But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.

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If you’re my Romeo then I’ll happily drink the poison: Prologue (Royalty!AU/Prince!AU)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Hey guys. Thank you so much for reading my first headcanon and giving it so much love. If you haven’t seen it you should check it out! Here’s a new story that will be updated probably once a week. I’m not sure how many parts there will be yet but most chapters will be longer than this, this is just a taste of what’s to come. I hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to give me feedback and all that good stuff.

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4


Word Count: 1634

Warnings: Mentions of sexuality, also swearing possibly. TBH, I swear so much that when I read them I forget if they’re swears or just normal words.

“Let’s hope Prince Charming isn’t as uptight as his parents,” You groan, slipping into the backseat of one of the families bulletproof cars. You removed the bulky Celine sunglasses tasked with shielding your face from prying eyes and camera flashes. Even when your family tried to leave in secret at 5 AM, people still seemed camped outside the gates trying to get a look inside. Your brother sat next to you while your mother sat across from you after the two were done giving a couple of smiles to the camera. 

“Please don’t offend them,” Your mother said removing her own sunglasses. She was a beautiful woman, classic and modern at the same time. She wore a black cotton button up, with dark wash jeans and peep toe heels. Even traveling she managed to stay effortlessly beautiful. Meanwhile, you attempted to look put together in your Adidas tracksuit, Fenty bow slides and with your hair thrown up into a ponytail. Your mother had attempted to coax you to get you a bit earlier for prep, but you didn’t want to get dolled up for a day of being in the car. Easily you could have taken the private jet and sliced this trip down to 45 minutes, but you were in no rush to get to your destination. Your mother didn’t even appear tired. As you like to call it her ‘Queenly glow’ always shrouded her and made her looked perfect. One day you hoped to be just like her when you were Queen. 

Ah, when you were Queen. A dream you had your whole life, but as you aged the dream was sullied. The first thing standing in your way was your older brother. He was probably your best friend even though he constantly got on your nerves. The competition between the two of you was healthy. You would never purposely do anything to ruin his chances as King, even though you wanted the throne yourself. 

The second issue was that around the time you were 3 years old your father made a deal with the kingdom of Azure. Azure and Cadiella, your kingdom, were never in the best of terms. Books detailed the constant power struggle between the two. Your parents wanted to dissolve the tension. The agreement was an arranged marriage in exchange for peace. They were offering you a place as Queen in exchange for resources. Once you were successfully married off trade barriers would open, both kingdoms would thrive, relations would be improved, and all that other good stuff. Bullshit, utter bullshit.

You couldn’t blame your parents for wanting to put this to rest after centuries, but at the same time how were they so naive? Azure was known for being incredibly ruthless and opulent. They only care about themselves in their own bubble. You enjoyed the finer things in life, but these people were on a whole different level. You saw how the Royals were. The Princes wore Rolexes while playing basketball. There were parties hosted at the castle what seemed to be every week so they could show off all they had. Pictures had been leaked from the princes private Snapchats showcasing how ostentatious they behaved. It was vastly different than your more reserved kingdom, where parties were only thrown when tradition mandated. And to think you were about to be thrown right into this. Every day got you closer to being Queen Holland of Azure and it felt like a death sentence.

“Mother, would I offend my lovely inlaws? Ooh maybe I could talk about how one of their sons was caught in the middle of a ceremony getting blown by a maid,” You asked innocently batting your lashes.

If looks could kill, you’d be a pile of ashes. You quickly shut up and slumped back in your seat taking into account your mothers glance, making your brother snort next to you. Instinctively, you jabbed his ribs with your elbow and he kicked your foot.

Your mother rolled her eyes at the antics of her two adult children. “Y/N, I get that you’re upset but you can’t act like this. You’ve always wanted to be Queen honey and this is the game you have to play to do it,” She said softly. Yeah, you wanted to be Queen but not their Queen.

“You and daddy didn’t play a game,” You snapped back. She sighed. “Why can’t I be like you and not listen to what my parents have to say?”

“Because Y/N our situation is vastly different. My marriage wasn’t riding on the future of our kingdom and people. Also, I am not my mother. When I was upset and ran away, she let me have that time. Hear my clearly Y/N, if you run away I will find you, bring you back and have 3 security guards so close to you that you can’t even use the restroom in private. Is that clear?” She threatened.

“Crystal,” You sulked folding your arms over your chest and kicking your feet up in the seat next to her.

Your mother rubbed her temples only able to think: Prince Thomas I hope you can handle my little firecracker.

“Mum said get up, also to get your whore out of here,” A voice said. Tom let out a groan rolling over in his bed. “Seriously the brat is on her way so hurry up.”

Tom forced his eyes open and let a groan escape his lips. He attempted to sit up, but a small pair of arms tightly wrapped around his torso. “C’mon Tommy tell him to go away. No one can tell you what to do,” His date from the previous night said. She was an Instagram model named…shit. His mind raced trying to remember anything about her, minus her figure, and failed. She pulled him into a kiss attempting to distract him. “I’m still here you know!” Harry spoke up rolling his eyes.

Tom pulled away and looked down at the girl. “Last night was great darling but it’s time for you to go. I’ll have one of the drivers take you back to your hotel,” He assured her as he threw on a pair of Calvin Klein sweats. His head was sore as he may have gone a little wild last night. It was his last 24 hours as a single guy, from now on he was expected to be a committed fiance and preparing to take the steps from Prince to King in the span of 2 weeks. His best friend Prince Harrison from a neighboring kingdom surprised him and the two had probably one of the most intense nights out since they went gambling in Monaco and almost indebted their kingdoms.

“Do you expect me to go home wearing that?” She asked pointing to the torn bits of rose gold fabric left of her dress. He did vaguely remember that. Mentally patting himself on the back, he went into his casual closet before grabbing a long Yeezy shirt and giving it to her. “I can’t get something from the Queens closet?” She asked.

Harry snorted laughing while Tom winced at the thought. He really needed to get her out of here before his mother did find out and subsequently chewed him for bringing a girl back to the palace the night before he was supposed to meet his future Queen. The girl caught the hint and got changed into the shirt and her heels from the night before.

“Can I have my phone back now?” She asked. No matter how drunk he was last night he hadn’t lost his mind. It was a protocol that unless they were his best friends Tom had any visitors give their phones to security upon entrance. He didn’t need any pictures being leaked of what goes on behind closed doors.

“It will be waiting in your car,” Tom said pulling on a sweatshirt. “Harry will show you.”

Harry followed his request to lead the girl out. Tom gave him a thankful look before heading downstairs for the traditional Holland family breakfast. Most families shared meals together for bonding but to them it was just more time to build their image.

Tom was arguably the most lovable prince, minus his youngest brother, simply for the fact that he was able to charm his way out of almost any situation. He was trained to make people fall for him in a way and even when he screwed up he was hastily forgiven. His power plus his smile made him damn near unstoppable when it came to getting his way. Except when it was with his parents.

The crown prince stepped into the dining room designated for breakfast and was met with glares from the royals.

“When we told Harry to come find you we assumed he’d return as well,” Queen Holland sniffed.

He slowly sat down at his normal seat next to Paddy. “I asked him to do me a quick favor he’ll be back soon,” He said before picking up his traditional latte.

“Getting rid of her before I can chew her out?” She asked taking a sip of her orange juice.

He chuckled lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother.”

“Thomas there’s no point in playing a game, we know what and who you’ve been doing all night,” The King piped in.

“I wanted to get it out my system before my lovely wife got here. Wouldn’t want to be labeled a cheater now would I?” The cocky prince asked before popping a grape into his mouth.

His mother slowly seethed with rage. “Just…go change now. Look presentable, press will be there and you better be on your best behavior. Is that clear Thomas?”

“Crystal,” He smirked. Tom’s parents shared a look that read: this is going to be a long day.

Of Chibis and Usas

Summary: Leave it to Adrien to discover a little lost Chibi Usa at a convention- especially whilst dressed as Tuxedo Mask. 


If he hadn’t gotten lost, he might never have heard it.

As Adrien, fully clad in his Tuxedo Mask cosplay, rounded what must have been the eighteenth corner of the labyrinth masquerading as a convention centre, his ear pricked. At first the sound was so faint that he almost dismissed it, but he chose to follow his gut instead.

He was glad he did as, when he followed the sound, his instincts were proven correct.

In a tiny, obviously forgotten corner, far away from the crowds, was a girl so tiny that Adrien’s heart instantly shattered at the look of her. She was curled up into ball. Tucked as tight as she could, her wide eyes searching and frantic, her cheeks red and stained with tears and her pink wig askew, it was only when he took a better look that he realised who she was cosplaying.

Glancing around, Adrien felt at a loss when he realised he was the only person in the nearby vicinity, having strayed out of the main convention hall in order to find a bathroom and gotten lost on the way back.

“H-hi,” he tried, keeping his voice gentle. Making sure to keep his distance, in case he scared her, Adrien crouched down and faced the crying girl, who whimpered and buried her face into her lap as he approached. Adrien froze, not moving any further. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you. Did you lose your mum or dad?”

The girl cried harder, but tilted her head back up to face him, and nodded.

Frowning, Adrien pulled out his phone. He was alone, in a quiet corner of a convention hall, with a little girl in distress. He needed help as much as he needed to help the girl find who she was with.

“You’re Chibi Usa aren’t you?” he asked, smiling as kindly as he could. The girl nodded again, her bright blue eyes reminding her so much of Marinette’s that it caught him off guard for a moment. “Hello Chibi Usa, I’m Tuxedo Mask! I’m going to try and help you!”

As if it would help him further, he pulled a fabric rose out from his pocket and offered it to the girl, who was now a lot calmer. He’d been given them periodically to Marinette throughout the convention, but he doubted she’d miss one, especially for a good cause.

“I know who you are,” the girl replied in a wobbly voice, sniffing as she took the rose from Adrien’s gloved hand. “You’re my Papa.”

Adrien froze for a moment, his face draining, before the girl giggled. “I didn’t mean it real life you know, I meant in the anime! Tuxedo Mask is Chibi Usa’s papa! Everyone knows that… but… my papa,” she trailed off here, her sudden calm crumbling away as her face scrunched up. “My papa… I don’t know- he’s- where he is- I don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Adrien shushed, waving his hands, his top hat almost falling off at the vigorous gestures he was making. “It’s ok. You know I know the real Sailor Moon. I’m going to text her right now to ask her to help you. But can you tell me your name, and your papa’s name? It’ll help Sailor Moon save the day!”

Once Adrien had her name he typed two quick texts to Marinette, and hoped he had enough of a signal on his phone for them to deliver.

Adrien: Hey Sailor Moon! Tuxedo Mask is lost with Chibi Usa somewhere outside the main hall. We’re in a corner and we need you to come and get us. Love mew! XxXxXx

Adrien: Ok but furr-realsies, there’s a little girl here dressed as Chibi Usa who’s lost her Papa. Can you grab a security guard or something? I promised her we’d help and I don’t want to leave her alone <3

“Oh! Good! The messages sent!” Adrien chirped, grinning at Carolane and settling against the wall beside her. “All we have to do now is wait.”

“Will Sailor Moon really find my papa?” she asked, tilting her head up at him as she fixed her wig, nervously fiddling with the pigtails and generally looking nervous. At least she wasn’t as distraught as before.

As if the universe was smiling down on them both, Adrien’s phone pinged a split second after she asked. Looking at his phone, he grinned, quickly changing Marinette’s contact name before showing Carolane the screen. With widened eyes, the small girl leaned close, her face lighting up in awe when she saw the text Adrien showed her.

Sailor Moon: Tell her to leave it to me! In the name of the moon I shall find her father! XxXxXx <3

“OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! I’m going to meet Sailor Moon! Sailor Moon is going to find my papa!!!!” she squealed, all traces of despair gone, and Adrien forced down a laugh. Really, it was entirely too cute.

Fifteen minutes later, what looked like half of Paris’ security guards, along with a frantic looking man whom Adrien assumed was Carolone’s father, appeared around the corner. Carolane shrieked. Leaping to her feet, she ran towards her father at full speed and threw herself into his open arms. Adrien’s heart warmed at the sight of the reunited pair, but he frowned when he realised Marinette was nowhere in sight.

“Miss me?”

The yelp he made was very un-Tuxedo-Mask-like but, when he spun around, Marinette was standing there- a picture of perfection in her Sailor Moon cosplay. Recovering quickly, he smirked, bowing low. “I always miss you when you’re gone, my love.”

With that he gave her another fabric rose, and she arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s the eighth rose you’ve given me today. How many more do you have hidden in that cape? Or are you hiding them in your top hat?”

“As many as you want, my lady,” he replied, kissing her hand. “And I’d never reveal where I’m hiding them! That’s a surprise.”

“He’d hiding them in the inside bits of his jacket!”

Adrien’s face froze, the smirk wiped clean, and Marinette giggled. Taking the hand he’d been kissing, she covered her face with it instead and Adrien’s heart leapt at the sound. Before he realised who’d given away his secret, Marinette crouched down beside him to face Carolane (that traitor). “So, you’re the lost Chibi Usa huh? Your costume is really cute!” Marinette cooed, giving Carolane a friendly wave.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me find her young lady,” Carolane’s father said, shaking her hand with fervour. He was a young man, no older the thirty, and had the tense countenance of someone who’d recently gone through something traumatic. He turned to Adrien, shaking his hand too. “And thank you for finding her- when I think what could have happened…”

Adrien shook his head. “Don’t mention it. We were happy to help.”

Carolone was busy staring at Marinette with stars in her eyes. The girls face slowly turned beetroot red as she stammered a response. “Th- thank you Sailor Moon! You’re so cool in the show! Especially when you beat the bad guys!”

“The trick is to always be brave and never, ever give up hope!” Marinette replied with a flourish. Watching the conversation from afar, Adrien was sure he was about to die from cuteness overload. It was too much for him to handle.

“I promise I’ll never, ever, EVER give up hope!” Carolane said, clenching her fists and nodding, even as her stomach growled.

Her father laughed ruffling her wig. “We should probably get you something to eat. Would you two like something? On me?”

“Oh thank you Monsieur, but we have places to go, other people to save you know?” Adrien replied, winking at Carolane, who giggled.

“What he means,” Marinette interjected with a roll of her eyes, “is we’re entering the cosplay competition so we have to get there soon. But thank you anyway. It was a pleasure to help.”

After they’d all said their goodbyes, with Carolane promising to come and watch them in the cosplay competition (“How can you not win?! You’re the REAL DEAL!”) Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette’s waist and puller her so that her back was against his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he nuzzled in close, kissing her neck. “I want one of those. They’re so cute!”

“Are you planning on making one now?” Marinette scoffed as he continued kissing her neck. “Because I think they’d disqualify us from the cosplay contest… and we’d probably be banned from all future conventions.”

“Fate is so cruel,” Adrien sighed, spinning her around at bopping her on the nose. “But seriously, what do you think of having our own Chibi Usa one day?”

Marinette thought for a moment, scrunching her nose in an adorable way that made him unable to resist the urge to kiss it, and a few of her freckles, until she was laughing and lightly pushing him away.

“A Chibi Usa sounds nice,” she said, lacing her fingers with his, “but for now, I suggest we stick to Luna.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Plagg yelled, floating out of Adrien’s pocket with a grumble, a crescent moon sticker on his head. “And get this stupid thing off me!”

Adrien burst out laughing.

“You’re right,” he replied, ignoring Plagg cursing beside him. “Luna is more than enough for the time being.”

This is a spiritual successor to @sarahcada​‘s Of Tuxedos and Masks- a totally amazing two-part story which you should go check out immediately! This was written as a gift for a summer exchange we were both part of ^O^

god apparently we need to get some things straight about this Rose Christo business, because the way that certain parts of tumblr respond to things like this is really poor.

“take what is posted on kiwifarms with a grain of salt” is a good, healthy practice that allows you to verify information.

“everything that is posted on kiwifarms is automatically false/made up/a lie by virtue of being posted on kiwifarms” is stupid as hell.

i don’t like kiwifarms, and i don’t think that should come as a surprise to anybody, but that doesn’t make everybody who posts on KF is wrong about everything. the fact that her brother posted information, which Rose then presumably read and posted about on her (public!) twitter, makes it very likely that he’s telling the truth about this situation.

the world is not divided into “people whose morals align with mine” and “evil, hatemongering liars who never tell the truth.” stop playing into cushy lies that make you feel good inside. stop enabling people’s sob stories in some fucked up attempt to increase the diversity of your world view. stop insisting that truth is in the hands of the person who claims victim status the fastest.

Rose Christo, whatever her intentions or beliefs, is operating on a fact of certain tumblr circles. that fact is that social capital is awarded to people based on aspects of their identities or experiences–people of color, LGBT people, abuse survivors, et cetera are given more of a platform and are more celebrated than others. there are some legitimate reasons for this, but the way that it folds out in these circles often leads to a couple of things:

1. people faking their identities for an extra boost/personal attention/gain of that social capital;
2. people insisting that anybody who claims these identities must be telling the truth, because otherwise you’re upsetting the status quo of giving them an elevated status.

if you say that Rose Christo fabricated any part of her story, then you’re accused a lesbian of color who survived child abuse and the foster care system of lying. that leads to backlash on anyone who doubts the story, whether they’re on tumblr or on kiwifarms. people KNOW this when they claim oppressed identities that they don’t actually have.

(for the record, i’m not saying that all of her story was fabricated. i’m not saying that she never went through abuse, that she isn’t a lesbian, etc. i’m saying that all of these things together, with whichever parts are lies, are protective against criticisms and accusations.)

and if those accusations are specifically coming from somebody from kiwifarms–well, you can just breathe a sigh of relief now. surely somebody from KF is maliciously making up lies. they say “autistic” as an insult and they bully people, so why would any individual member of the forum /ever/ be telling the truth? Rose’s morals are better than [Rose’s brother]’s morals, so we have a clear winner here! no need to delve deeper into the story in any sense, because we can just let social capital via X Identity solve it for us.

like…no. that’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works. care more about the pursuit of truth than about picking apart the membership of anyone involved. look at how each person is respectively acting, look at who is providing evidence.

this is getting rambly. also, please don’t come whining to me about defending KF. i do not give a shit about KF. i give a shit about what’s being said there, but i’d care just as much if it was posted on facebook or here or something. this performative “wellllll he’s from kf so hooooow could this be truuuuue?” bullshit is just annoying to me either way.


Originally posted by missingpage5

Nessian Part Sixteen by L.J. LaFleur


Aedin’s freckled fist clamped harder, my legs flailed as I scratched at his death grip. Black spots invaded my vision, whispers singing in my ears.

Ignite, ignite, ignite…

Spit splattered on my face as he snarled, “your insults are no match for me, King Slayer.”

A beast playing with its prey; this couldn’t be my fate.

The iridescent blue glow of my restraints shined so bright I had to close my eyes. I tried to separate my wrists, but the icy burn only grew. I couldn’t break free. The fire building in my core dissipated. I had nothing, no strength—no magic. Completely empty.

His throaty laugh rang around us, echoing off the stone walls. “You won’t be able to talk, let alone move once I’m done with you.”

Cassian. Think. What did he teach me? What did he…I slammed my knee into Aedin’s gut–missing my mark. He loosened his grip just enough for me to scream. So, I did. With every fiber of my being–I screamed, in hope someone would hear me. Would find me.

That he would find me, that he would take me home.

Aedin’s calloused hand tightened around my windpipe again, choking the air out of me.

I clawed at his face, missing, as he dodged my nails. The torch light dwindled as I felt my life fade, as my vision blurred in and out.

“Is that anyway to treat our guest?”

My eyes shot open, was it him? Did he hear me somehow?

“Eris…” Aedin bared his teeth, scanning his brother stepping out of the shadows.

“Release her,” he replied nonchalantly while crossing his muscular arms.

Aedin turned away from Eris and focused on me. His lips curling upwards as he released me. “The next time, you won’t be so lucky,” he threatened, backing away.

I sucked in a deep breath, searing my throat with the frigid air. A second breath led to a fit of coughing. As if I were drowning, but no water fled my lungs.  

Eris inhaled sharply through his nose, “she’s claimed, Aedin.”

“I didn’t see your brand,” he snapped, pulling his long fiery locks into a low bun.

“Why don’t you check again?”

Aedin glared at his brother then looked me over, his eyes focusing on my bare shoulder. A flaming sun, branded into my delicate skin. I hadn’t felt it, I hadn’t noticed it until now.

“You know what happens to those who touch what is mine.” Eris shrugged, pushing the cell door open as a sign for Aedin to leave. “Or should I remind you…?”

Aedin growled in response, stalking off before Eris could finish.

I touched my aching throat, wincing in response. I was still trying to suck down the air I was deprived of. My eyes watered with amber, with the reminder that I was still alive.  

“Are you alright?” He asked with a stone-cold demeanor. Amber irises flickered to my neck, assessing the damage that would be seen for days, if not years.

I couldn’t speak, my throat burned so badly. The faebane chains felt even colder, invisible frost spreading across my fingertips, racing up my trembling arms. If I fought…if…if I tried to use my powers, the colder the restraints became. The colder, I became.  

“I’ll be back,” Eris moved away from the wall, winnowing away for a brief minute. He appeared with a small stack of clothes and my Illyrian boots.

Moving, speaking—any action, felt like it would be my last. Knots in my stomach grew as amber tears trickled down my cheeks. I had never cried so much in my life, not until this fucking cauldron doomed me. I was fine. I was cold, I was prepared. But now, I was only broken. A shell meant to be fucked, a heart meant to be corrupted.

Eris set the items between me and him, the center of the cage. He didn’t edge closer, but I saw him—I saw him shaking—fire dancing between his fingers.

I grabbed my stomach, blood rushing out of my head as I replayed Aedin’s words. As him and Tomas collided into one demon I couldn’t outrun. I raced to the nearest corner, spewing vomit until I fell to my knees. My restrained hands pushed into the stone wall, scraping my knuckles until they bled.

The fire in the torch dimmed, giving me privacy as I expelled my guts. My esophagus shredded with the burning acid. I braced myself, letting the cold stone seep into my sweaty forehead. Closing my teary eyes, I thought of what good was left.

What good I could fight for. I peeked over my shoulder, over the brand that marked me as his. A circle with several tendrils of fire; a flaming sun made out of damaged tissue.  

Eris slid down the wall, seated next to the door. His eyes and ears focused on every movement inside and out of the cell.  

I wiped bile from my lips, sinking to my knees, “I belong to no one.”

“I know,” he replied quietly, his attention focused elsewhere.

“Then why…?” It hurt too much to speak, like claws ripping through my vocal chords.

Eris leaned his head back, looking at the dripping ceiling, “it’s the only way…” He paused, brows knitting together, lost in thought.

I clenched my teeth, amber tears flooding down my cheeks.

His jaw tightened then released, “he won’t harm you again.”

Tears fell into the water, hissing with disdain; I didn’t believe him. I crawled on my knees, shaking so violently I couldn’t stand. I reached for the clothing, my trembling hands could barely hold the fabric.

“Here…” Eris rose to his feet, “let me help you.”

“You’ve done enough,” I muttered to him, unable to speak any louder.

Eris nodded, strands of his auburn hair catching in his beard. “I never meant to harm you,” his low voice barely audible; he didn’t look away from me, embers dancing behind his warm irises. “Please…let me help you.”

I studied the man before me, the man of ash and smoke. Waiting. Would he strike me? Would he harm me in other ways?

“I won’t…” he replied softly to my unasked questions. Eris raised me to my wet feet, once a solid column—I now stood shivering, caving within myself. He unleashed the fire on his fingertips, sending the flames to the diminishing torch. The temperature of the dungeon increased to something more bearable.

The warmth of his fingers soothed the aching chill of the faebane. I didn’t bother to ask for the chains to be removed, I knew they wouldn’t do it. I knew he couldn’t—even if he wanted to.

But I think he believed my earlier threat, that if he were to remove these chains, I would shred and burn everything until the Autumn Court was merely a tomb of ash.

Eris dried my shivering body with a tattered cloth. His calloused hands gently dressing me. Not a single touch of skin as he dressed me in a new tunic—thicker than my last but gray instead of cream. He looked away, as he laced up the sleeves and front panels; his way of not releasing me of my shackles. Scarred fingers working vigorously until he finished with a knotted bow.

My hands still shook furiously, I tried to clench them into fists but failed.

He guided my dirty feet into the black trousers, one foot at a time. Again, he studied the wall behind me as he helped tie everything close. But it was tighter, the knot complicated and unwavering to whoever touched it next. Safety–security–for my own piece of mind.  

Lastly, he sat me back on the floor, drying my feet before sliding on the chestnut colored boots.

I could barely breathe, barely move as the adrenaline started to die down. I didn’t say thank you, I didn’t say a word to him. Not even as he slid back down the wall on the opposite side of the cell, his knee loudly popping on the way down. His rigid body positioned between me and the metal door.

A tray of unappetizing food appeared but all I could do was stare. Red meat and a loaf of stale bread. I tried to drink water, but it only hurt with each sip.

“You need to eat,” Eris finally spoke, his arms crossed in front of his burly chest. 

My eyes flashed to him, to his still stature then to the corner I threw up in. The thought of eating only disturbed my stomach further.

Eris pulled at his auburn beard, “I know it hurts,” he paused to exhale his held breath, “but you need it. You need the energy.”

I didn’t reply back, I couldn’t. Instead I laid down, shifting so my back faced him. Tears expelling out of me as I covered my quivering mouth.

“Nesta?” Eris’ voice sounded far away, hollow. He didn’t say another word, nor did he leave.

Instead the room filled with silence, sorrow suffocating the flames. I was scared to sleep once, horrified of the damage I would inflict but here—with faebane chains—it didn’t matter. The darkness flooded into me, whispers curling around me as I sunk further into where new dreams and old memories collide. With heavy eyelids and a broken heart, I let the blanket of slumber encase me.

Originally posted by flyngdream

“Elain, elain…?” my voice unable to reach her.

We were in the House of Wind. A castle made of mountains and monsters.

I shook her frail shoulders, unable to wake her. She was there, I knew she was but the sadness. The overpour of agony, of disgust, infiltrated her body.

My beautiful rose–her petals had finally fallen.

I scanned her vigorously, “please…please come back to me. I know, I…I know what we saw. Who we saw. What we endured to stay alive. But I am begging you, please don’t leave me alone in this new world.”

Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled briefly, a glimpse of herself coming back. Then it was gone, instantly and painfully—she was gone.

My rage had come to a head, my new body—limbs, hearing, eyesight—everything was fresh and absolutely unnerving. I was a human soul, trapped for all eternity.

The bubbling anger took control, I needed to scream—I needed to get this unsettling energy out of me.

I left Elain alone, for the first time since our arrival in this foreign land. I picked up my skirts and scurried out of our room. I prayed to whatever gods were in this realm and only hoped those bastard bats would leave her be.

My steps quickened as my heart shrunk, creating a black mass in my chest. I tripped over myself, my feet thinner—longer than before. I felt like an infant learning to walk for the first time.

“Shit…” I mumbled, picking myself up from the floor and continuing toward the nearest set of doors.

With a loud bang, I pushed them open, cracking one panel in half. I couldn’t control this newfound strength. I couldn’t control myself.

Books, thousands of books lining every wall. I could hear my galloping pulse in my ears, I bared my teeth—screaming as I tore into the shelves. I ripped apart pages upon pages. Everything I once loved, gone. I tore into scrolls and leather-bound masses.

Tears flooded down my face as I continued shouting.




I couldn’t control the fury that leaked out of my hands, the buzzing magic stirring inside me. Papercuts from sharp pages, wood splinters stabbing into me as I damaged every shelf in my wake.

“What did the books ever do to you?” he playfully rasped from behind.

My body twirled to face him, bewildered and broken, I couldn’t speak.

Cassian stood in the damaged door frame, whistling as he took in the room. “A mighty shame, don’t you think?”

“You’re alive,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

Scars scattered across his gigantic wings. Bruises and scratches layered throughout his body. But he was here, standing before me.  

A smirk lined his soft lips, “no, I’m a figment of your imagination.”

“I thought…” I breathed in through my nostrils. His scent rammed into me, cedar wood, perhaps? Something else…I, I couldn’t focus.

Cassian stepped forward, his hands up in surrender, “do you plan on destroying the rest of the library or will you let the innocent books go?” Slowly, he made it to where I stood—in the middle of chaos and destruction. His worn boots crunching the wreckage beneath them.  

“Why are you here?” I snapped, my chilling voice leaving gooseflesh across his bronze skin. My brows drew together, I couldn’t look away.  

“I needed to…” he stopped speaking, nostrils flaring as he moved in closer to sniff me. Cassian’s dark hair fell into his face as his nose neared my tear stained cheek.

My breath hitched as his body nearly collided with mine. It was too much. He was a threat, a danger to…I kicked his shin, “back off, bastard.”

Cassian’s eyes widened, not even registering that I had just hit him, “no…” The black spots in his hazel eyes ignited, nearly encompassing all the copper flecks. He moved closer, enclosing the space between us. Cassian’s thunderous heartbeat throbbed against me, matching the pace of mine.

I shook my head, tears stinging my gray-blue eyes, “has this world not taken enough from me? Has fate not…” I couldn’t finish, my lips trembling so badly it prevented me from speaking.

“That’s not…Nesta,” he backed away from me, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry,” his voice broke, “I’m so…I, I’m sorry…” Cassian stepped backwards again—shaking his head before storming out of the room.

Sinking to my knees, to the scattered scraps of paper and binding on the floor. I dug my fingers into their remains, sobbing for the life I once had—crying for the life I would never return to.

Originally posted by marvelheroes


I cursed under my breath, every movement sending a jarring thrash of pain through me. I was scared to close my eyes, no matter how heavy they became—I wouldn’t risk it. Too much time had already passed since I realized she was gone.  

“I told you,” Az mumbled, adjusting my bandaged arm over his armored shoulder, “you needed to rest.”

A low, painful chuckle rippled out of me, “Rhys said the same thing.” I winced again, “my wings might be fucked but my brain is working just fine, I assure you.” Another grunt escaped me, this time due to my own adjustments.

Rhys chimed in, “are you sure?” An attempt to be humorous but I could hear the lingering fear—failure—in his voice.

I growled in response, even when I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. None of this was. However, he didn’t need to hear what everyone else was repeating to him. Rhys needed familiarity—he needed a savage bastard, his Lord Commander of the Night Court Armies.

So, that’s what I’ll be.  

The shadows faded away, sinking back into the Shadowsingers scaled chest. Their grip tightened around my cloth-wrapped wrists, a silent signal of reassurance. We would find her, we would bring her home.

Wherever that was for her.

Wherever she wanted.    

The world had taken enough from her. Fate had ripped a hole through the heart that could tame beasts and set fire to men.


Not the Cauldron Thief, Emissary or King Slayer.

Just a woman caught in a world she never wanted to be a part of. A fucking avalanche of emotions. A blade wielded of ancient fire and ice.

Nesta, the woman who deserved more than what the cruel threads of fate have woven for her.

I would spend the rest of my life, cutting and rethreading a new life for her. Even if I wasn’t in it, even if I were one of the threads that needed to fall—to be forgotten. I would do it…no matter how much it tore me apart.      

Originally posted by starfishandcoffee

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I’m not going in there - Imagine

So this is actually the second request that I got, but don’t worry anon who sent me the first, I figured that one would fit in well with the aftermath of this one so it will be coming soon!

But to the anon who requested this imagine I hope you enjoy!


“I really think this is the one for you Fionn” I laugh, holding up a luminous orange t-shirt for him to see as he stuck his head above the opposite railing.

“Ok I’m sorry, who thought that colour was a good idea?!” he exclaimed, shuffling between two racks of shirts to stand beside me. I shrugged and looked up to place the shirt back where I’d found it, only to spot a man across the store wearing the exact shirt I was holding. I snorted and pointed at him.

“Him apparently” I giggled and Fionn spluttered beside me, ducking away again to look at some shirts hanging on the wall. I sighed and placed the shirt back before moving to stand beside him.

“I hate this, I hate shopping, I hate crowds,” he groaned as two young girls pushed between us, giggling and gossiping with armfuls of bags, “I just hate people” he huffed. I smiled and shot him a quick sideways glance.

“Isn’t that the truth” I teased, earning a quick elbow in my side.

“Shut up Y/N, can we just find something for Harry’s birthday so we can leave? I’m hungry and I know there is a place in here that does amazing chicken wraps” he rambled, sifting through the shirts on the rack before huffing and moving on to the next one.

“Come on, I don’t think we are going to find anything in here, let’s look somewhere else” I sighed, grabbing his arm and weaving out of the shop, muttering a quick ‘sorry’ to everyone we bumped in to in our haste.

“Y/N, let’s be honest, we aren’t going to find anything at all for Harry. Nothing we can afford anyway” he said as we emerged from the crowd and back on to the top floor of the shopping centre. So far Fionn and I had been here for 3 hours, rummaged around at least 7 shops and leaving each one empty handed. After all, what do you buy someone who has everything? I sighed and steered myself towards a vacant bench, letting my body fall on to the unforgiving wood and placing my head in my hands. Fionn took a seat beside me and huffed.

“This is impossible” I groaned. “We’ve been here for hours and found nothing. What are we going to do? This is the first time I’ll be spending his birthday with him since we became official and I can’t even find him a present! What kind of shitty girlfriend am I?!” I cried. Running my fingers through my hair, tugging firmly at the roots.  

“We suck at this” he said. I couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“What shops haven’t we tried yet?” I asked, glancing at the rows of store in front of us, most of which I knew would have things in them that Harry would love, but I was also well aware that I wouldn’t be able to afford any of it.

“I mean there’s The Perfume Shop, maybe I could buy him some cologne or something?” Fionn suggested. I nodded with a small shrug. Fionn took that as approval and hauled me to my feet before leading me across the floor. For the next 20 minutes I hovered by the door, watching with a small smile as Fionn grew more and more flustered, sniffing several samples before huffing and asking for my help, stating that they all smelled the same. I laughed and joined him at the counter, plucking a box off the shelf and handing it to him.

“This is the one he always wears” I said. He took the box and glared at me.

“So you knew which one he would like and you still let me spend half an hour sniffing these damn things?” he snapped. I laughed and shrugged.

“It’s funny when you get all flustered” I chuckled with a small smile. He huffed and handed the box to the cashier before paying.

“Hate you” he mumbled as he took back the bag and thanked the woman.

“No you don’t” I sing-songed as we left, turning right and wandering further into the maze of stores, Fionn mumbled beneath his breath each time someone bumped into him. With each passing moment I was becoming more and more frustrated. Store after store ran beside us both, but still I saw nothing that was suitable. Fionn sensed my agitation and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Y/N, calm down, we’ll find something” he said softly, squeezing my shoulder lightly as we walked, turning yet another corner. Ahead loomed perhaps the most promising store yet, and as we approached, I knew it was my best shot.

“I’ve got an idea!” I squealed, slipping from beneath Fionn’s arm and dashing towards the store. Fionn took one glance at the sign and shook his head firmly.

“No. No way. I’m not going in there” he said firmly, stopping dead in his tracks and folding his arms across his chest. I stopped and whirled to face him.

“Come on Fionn please, this will work! And it’s the only place I’ve seen” I whined, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet as he remained firmly planted to the stop.

“No, Y/N, I’m not going in there with you” he said. I stepped towards him and grabbed his upper arms.

“Fionn please! You can help, you’re a boy, you know what boy’s like. We won’t be long I promise” I begged.

“Y/N, I’m not going in to Ann Summers with you while you look for lingerie to wear for one of my best friends. It’s weird and I’m not doing it” he said and I groaned.

“Please please please! For me?” I asked, fluttering my eye lashes in a hope to win him over. He maintained his resolve for a few more minutes, watching my face carefully while I bounced up and down in front of him, squeezing his upper arms and biting my lip as we partook in what turned out to be a battle of wills. Eventually he caved, his shoulders sagged and his arms fell limp at his side.

“Fine” he sighed and I squealed with joy, “15 minutes, and no more. Otherwise I’ll walk out” he said firmly and I agreed, dragging his reluctant body into the store. He looked like a fish out of water, his eyes were wide and his face was pale.

“How can there be so many?” he asked as we shuffled along the wall of bras and underwear. He furrowed his brows and looked at several sets.

“‘Plunging’, ‘push-up’, no, this is too much” he stuttered and turned to head for the door.

“No!” I cried, grasping his arm once more and pulling him back towards me. “No wait, I’ve found two I like, just help me pick and then you can leave” I begged as he stumbled beside me.

“Y/N, I can’t do this, I’m way out of my depth here” he rushed, his cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment.

“Just look, please Fionn” I pleaded. He sighed but mumbled a quiet ‘fine’ as I help up the two I had chosen. One was a matching pair of lace panties and bra, the thin, light blue fabric decorated with delicate roses across the cup of the bra and on the hip of the panties. The second set was also lace but was a bright, seductive red. It was simple and relatively plain, but I knew it would look wonderful.

Fionn’s face flushed a bright scarlet as he glanced between the two, making an effort not to let his gaze linger too long.

“That one” he said, pointing quickly to the blue set before turning and practically running from the shop. I beamed at his back as it disappeared. Setting the red pair back on the rack I hurried to the counter and paid for the set before dashing after Fionn, only to find him flushed and jittery outside the store.

“Can we go now” he begged, his eyes looking everywhere but my face. I laughed at him and linked my arm with his own.

“Sure” I giggled. He huffed as we made our way to the exit.

“I’m never going shopping with you again” he mumbled.                


In other news I am going to start posting my fic on Tumblr as well as Wattpad. I am going to try and post twice a week so keep and eye out for the first update coming soon!

- Steph

Crutchie and Santa

So last night on my blog, I had an idea – Here you go! It’s not really a FIC, but it SORT OF reads like one? Sorry if it’s a bit….. Jumbled?

For the first 5 years of his life, Crutchie had his Grandmother. She was the one light in his life. She was his everything and more. She showered him with affection, spending every single moment with him that she could. She knew that was all she could do. She knew there was nothing she could do – So she loved that boy with every single thing she had. In return, he loved her right back with as much as his little heart could give.

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Various fabrics used in the UK Rooftop dresses, 1986-2017

  1. 1986-1989: Purplish pink brocade with small floral pattern and metallic sheen (Sarah Brightman, Claire Moore, Maria Kesselman, Rebecca Caine, Jan Hartley Morris, possibly Jill Washington and Shona Lindsay)
  2. 1989-1996: Beaded and sequined lace over a blue or silvery fundament (Jill Washington, Shona Lindsay, Lisa Hull, Nikki Ankara, Nicky Adams, Megan Kelly)
  3. Ditto
  4. 1997-1999: Multicoloured floral print (chintz?) with silvery sheen (Myrra Malmberg, Meredith Braun, Zoë Curlett. Also used in the Restaged US Tour by Celia Hottenstein and Kaitlyn Davis)
  5. 2000-2004: Transparent pink “rose” fabric over a silver brocade (Charlotte Page, Deborah Dutcher, Celia Graham, Ana Marina, Claire Louise Hammacott, Katie Knight-Adams, Robyn North. Also used in the Restaged Tour by Katie Hall, Julia Udine and Grace Morgan)
  6. 2004-2010: Transparent embroidered floral organza over a mint fundament (Rachel Barrell, Sofia Escobar, Robyn North, Leila Benn Harris,
  7. 2008-2011: Pink brocade with metallic flowers (Gina Beck, Robyn North, Katy Treharne, Katie Hall)
  8. 2012-2017: Mint brocade with pink flowers and gold details (Katie Hall, Sofia Escobar, Anna O’Byrne, Olivia Brereton, Sierra Boggess, Celinde Schoenmaker, Harriet Jones, Emmi Christensson, Claire Doyle, Lisa-Anne Wood, Maria Coyne, )
  9. 2017-2018: Bright pink brocade with paler pink and gold acanthus pattern (Harriet Jones, Amy Manford)

Note: the lists might not include every single wearer, just those I’ve seen depictions of. The years given is also a bit of an estimate; it shows when the dresses were MADE, but not necessarily how long they stayed in use.

As a child, I was obsessed with ballet. My favorite shows were Angelina Ballerina and Princess Tutu, and almost all of my stuffed animals(especially the bunnies) were ballerinas. Swan Lake and the Nutcracker were my favorite fairytales. 

And more than anything, I wanted so badly to be a ballerina. 

Of course back then, it wasn’t really an option. The classes and supplies were to expensive for kids my age. We couldn’t afford the show tutus they required you to buy. 

So that dream was tucked away. 

Years and years later, Rou encouraged me to get into Princess Tutu again <3 At once I fell in love. It’s a story I’ll always come back to with open arms. A fandom I’ll always stick with. 

My Mom’s always been so supportive of my fandoms. And lately, she’s noticed I’ve been really into Princess Tutu and ballet again. So for Christmas, she got me actual ballet lessons >v< )/

and oooooh my God am I excited. The first lesson was amazing, I can’t stop practicing. I’m in love all over again <3 I’m so, so happy to be reliving old dreams again <3 I want to become a ballerina! And it’s all thanks to Princess Tutu!


Here’s another series I’ll be doing on and off: Quickie Tutorials!

Small, fun, yet informative tutorials between the lengthy ones.

Today I’m showing you how to create beautiful velvet roses from scratch! I’m creating these roses as an embellishment for the Belle gown I’m making this year.

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