#hazel talks 🦋

[montheline]

ঔৣ 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟓 ঔৣ

🦋If you have your moon, sun or mercury in your 8th house, you probably won’t like it when people try to figure you out and ask you personal questions, or people who think they know everything about you when they really don’t..

🦋For first impressions, people might pick up on your Mercury sign before you’re rising sign

🦋Aries placements learn quickly in life that they prefer doing shit on their own lol

🦋 People who have their moon squaring/opposing their mercury can really struggle with expressing their emotions/feelings through words, which in turn might make them show and tell their emotions in different ways (like through music, physical touch, gift giving, etc)

🦋I’ve noticed a lot of times when men have Aquarius placements they tend to have very tiny lips

🦋It can take a minute for Virgo & Taurus placements to get really mad so when you get them to the point of yelling or fighting you, you know you done f*cked up and did too much

🦋What ever sign is ruling over your 8th house can tell you what placements in other people that can make you become obsessed or enticed with them (Example: Having Capricorn ruling over your 8th house can make you very intrigued by people with cap placements)

🦋Pluto - Ascendant (including Scorpio risings and Pluto in the 1st house) people have striking beauty that’s hard to look away from, their beauty really pulls you in

🦋Libra Venus, Cancer Venus & Pisces Venus men are the type of men that women fall for because of how tender they are, most of them have this “nice guy” trope thing going on lol (tbh sometimes they’re not as nice as some think, they be doing bare minimum but that’s a whole other conversation lol)

🦋Taurus/Libra Rising people (including Venus aspecting the ascendant) always look like Greek gods/goddesses to me

🦋I’ve always felt that Aquarius placements brains develop quicker than others, especially people with Aquarius moons, the way they word things and talk about things will always be interesting to me

🦋Having a lot of 1st, 8th and/or 10th synastry with someone can make other people see both of you as one person, like always bringing up the other person even if there’re not around you

🦋People who have Saturn or Jupiter aspecting their ascendant or 1st house, tend to be pretty tall (ex. Rihanna, megan thee stallion, Bella Hadid)

🦋I noticed people who have a lot of Aries and/or Pisces placements more than likely have a non-common eye color (blue,green,hazel,etc) or lighter eyes

🦋Cancer suns & risings look very huggable and cute lol

🦋People with a lot of Neptune aspects in their chart(ESPECIALLY people with Neptune in their 1st house) or a lot of mutable energy in their chart, can be very impressionable

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#synastry #astrology #astro observations #astro tumblr #random astro #montheline #astrology notes

[elliebean714]

heyy!! how is it going? I'd like to request an until dawn scenario where Mike is flirting with the reader in order to annoy (not in a bad way) Sam, the reader's girlfriend. Something cute like a protective and caring Sam would be perfect :(

thank you!

Ooooooohhhhhh yeeyy! That sounds super cute! Sam Simps, come get your juice!!! 🔔🔔🔔💗💗 kinda short but I like it any way.

Hands Off

Sam Giddings x GN!Reader

Fluffy Fluffy Goodness

Pre-Game

"Hey Y/N!" Mike called out across the hallway, obnoxiously. He'd seen them with Sam, and he loved teasing Sam, the way she became super defensive and protective every time he did it was always really funny. To him at least, Sam never saw the humour. Y/N always thought it was cute how possessive Sam became every time, she made them blush profusely with all her sweet, yet sharp, words of love. "You're looking real hot today, you know that babe?" He winked 'seductively'.

"Yeah, I do know that, Sam's told me that a lot. And not just today, she tells me all the time." Y/N smiled at Sam.

"Good, she's damn right." He looked Y/N up and down whilst biting his lip.

"Okay Mike. Thanks for tryna hit on my partner. Always appreciate that. But Y/N have somewhere to be so if you'll excuse us." Sam interjects, grabbing Y/N's wrist gently and leading them away.

"Loving the view Y/N!" He called out as they left.

"Shut up Mike!" Sam yelped.

~~

At lunch, Sam met Y/N at their locker. Y/N kissed her cheek as they placed their things in the locker.

"How was class babe?" Sam asked, playing with their hair softly.

"Eh, it was okay. How 'bout you?" They smiled, looking into her soft hazel eyes.

"Boring, kept thinking of you." She responded as the pair started walking towards the cafeteria. They duo bought their food together.

"Mike better not flirt with you, I sware to God." She says through her teeth as they approached the table all their friends are sat at.

Josh laughs with Beth and Chris, Ashley helps Matt with his homework, Jess braids Hannahs hair. Sam takes a seat next to Hannah, Y/N sits next to Sam, leaving two spare seats free on their other side.

Sam and Y/N begin eating and chatting with the rest of the group, smiles are shared throughout the group.

"What's up party people!" Mike calls out as he joins the table, Emily attached to his hip. He took a seat next to Y/N, much to Sam's dismay. She placed a hand around their waist and pulled them closer to her.

"How you doin, gorgeous?" Mike flirted, blowing a kiss in their direction and winking.

"They're doing fine Mike." Sam quipped.

"Oof, I hit a nerve Sammy?" He teased.

"Ugh Mike stop hitting on everything that breathes." Emily roles her eyes.

"What's wrong with window shopping?" He smirked.

Lunch passed slowly, everyone was laughing and chatting lightheartedly but Sam grimaced everytime Mike spoke, even if he wasn't flirting or even talking to Y/N. After a while, he was called to deal with some 'class president' duties, blowing kisses in both Emily and Y/N's directions.

"I hate when he does that." Sam mumbled once Mike left the room.

Y/N kissed her temple to comfort her, "I know. But I'm all yours babe, don't worry about that."

"I know, I love you." Sam smiled genuinely for a moment before frowning again "I hate when he does that though..."

"Why don't you challenge him to a fight to the death? Winner keeps my heart." Y/N offered.

Sam laughed quietly, "I might just try that."

What I Write

Requests Always Open 🦋

~Elliebean714

♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆

#sam until dawn x reader #sam giddings x reader #sam until dawn #until dawn sam #sam giddings #an absolute sweetheart

[witchthewriter]

hi! i was so excited to see that opened up ships again & that you added the lotr characters! can i please get a level 5 ship for boromir, aragorn, & legolas?

i’m bisexual & my pronouns are she/her. i’m 5’7, i have long wavy blonde hair & hazel eyes, and i have a curvy body type! i’m a pagan witch & i enjoy working with & worshipping deities, divination, tarot cards, spirit work, and crystals. i’m an extroverted introvert, i’m quiet and observant until i am comfortable around them & they can’t get me to stop talking lol. i’m hard headed & stubborn, when i set my mind to something i’m going to do it. i’m crafty and love to create things. i like exploring in nature. i’m a social worker & get a lot of satisfaction out of helping others. i really love cats!

my big six is gemini sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising, gemini mercury, gemini mars, & cancer venus 🤍

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Complete sidenote, but I think you might like it. I found this fairy/elf maker and it's actually so gorgeous. You could totally create yourself as a character in a fantasy story, much like Lord of the Rings???

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

It was a definite toss-up between Aragorn and Legolas. There's something a tad forceful about Boromir that wouldn't mesh well enough. Moving onto Legolas, I think you need someone who is more emotionally in tune with ... emotions as a whole. So that's why I went with Aragorn. I think he can be mistaken as a stoic, silent type, but he picks up more than people realise.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Asks you about your witchy-ways. Who you worship, how you got into that lifestyle etc. He was only mildly curious at first but after seeing what you could do, he became more and more interested:

"D-did you just move that cup...with you mind?" (Also we're in the LotRs universe, magic has no bounds, so yes, you did move that cup with your mind!)

・You enchant his jewellery so he always has an extra layer of protection.

・Also, I can imagine your first interaction being Aragorn pushing you up against a wall with a dagger to your throat. (He didn't know who you were and you had startled him.)

・Initially called you by your last name for a while. Even when you entered your relationship, it was like a teasing thing. But after a while he started to call you Nin Meleth which translates to "My love" in Sindarin

・Teaches you how to handle weapons. He comes up behind you and holds your hand over the weapon, guiding it with you

・Also, I can totally see you in the LotRs universe with a cat trailing you wherever you go. Animals and small creatures can't help but be drawn to you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Somebody to Love by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

↬ Falls In Love Easily (You) x Wary Of Love (Aragorn)

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your love for all things magical & how observant you are. Aragorn likes that you can talk to anyone, but you also know when to listen. Not many know how to do that.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would end up being Legolas - he would definitely have a crush on you, and possibly be in love with you. But because of his struggle with emotions and actually showing them, you ended up being the one who got away. But that didn't stop you from reaching out to him and keeping up your platonic relationship. You have a lot of inside jokes, which would be curious to some as many haven't even seen Legolas laugh.

#ships #match ups #open

[alaezasmystery235]

Hello🦋 I started doing mood boards when I’m boring just for fun so doing one based on your vibe was really fun.

You give me vibe of someone, who’s really good and caring friend, maybe even ‘mom friend’ of the group. I think you’re someone who’s really kind and gives that innocent vibe, but at the same time you aren’t afraid to show your powerful girl side. I think you protect your friends and loved ones at all cost and show your inner ‘mean girl’ and ‘bad b—‘ to those who hurt them. I guess and think that irl you are sweet, caring, funny, optimistic, enjoying little things, adventurous and maybe you like to joking a lot? I don’t know, i just feel this from vibes you’re giving me. From your blog I feel that dreamy and calm vibe and I really like it. If something sounds weird I’m so sorry, english is not my first language so please keep that in mind 😂😭

Sorry, I think this moodboard will show you what I think better:

as for my dream partner i would like someone who’s smart, hard working and witty with child soul deep down. he is protective and can be jealous, but not in red flag way, if you know what I mean. he likes to try new things and would push me into new adventures with him. he may seems a little cold hearted to others but deep inside he’s really sweet and caring, he just doesn’t show that often. he is that type with who you could talk about anything for hours even at night.

my initials are A.S. and my Juno sign is Capricorn

💎

bye :-)

OMG I loveeee the moodboard . It really defines my whole personality also pink is my fav colour 💗.

・❥・Curly hair

・❥・Aqualine nose shape

・❥・Hazel Eyes

・❥・Round face shape

・❥・Delicate bone structure

ʚɞ feedback is mandatory

#ask game #future spouse #future partner #appearances #intuitive #answered #alaezasmystery

[little-witchys-garden]

About me!

Name:🌙August☀

🐞Pronouns🐌: They/Them + Fae/Faer

{ but fae/faer is only when communicating with the fae cause I got their permission}

🌼Sexuality🌼: ??Semi-Polyamory + Queer + Demisexual/Demiromantic?? 🌈

🍀Gender identity🍀: ✴Nonbinary/Queer✴

⛎Bio sex⛎: AWAB✨

⬆Level⬇: 24 🐭

💘Love status💕: Single Pringle!💌

☀Sun☀:♌/♍

⭐Rising⭐:♍

🌖Moon🌘:♑

🍄Primal zodiac🍄: Worm

🔮Belief/Religion🔮: Omnist Witch? Pagan?? I'm a jack of all witchy traits lol 💀

Favorite colors:

Black

Blue

Purple

Green

💮My kins💮:

rabbits + cats + Luna lovegood + Hazel the rabbit + worms + Peter pan + Howl pendragon + Kiki + fairies in general + Casper the friendly ghost + Newt scamander + cheetahs + snails + lions + oregon rusty spotted cat + Baba yaga + Daughter Dooley + Amadan dubh + Coraline + May-bird!

☺Likes😊:

animals + tea + rain + monsters + stimming

plants + hiking + adventure + bones

nature + horror + fantasy + funky/silly socks

bugs + day dreaming + painting + oversized clothes

fairytales + whimsical music + shiny things

books + crystals + suncatchers + wind chimes

😞Disikes😣:

mean people + loud sounds + yelling

slurs + canned spinach + velvet cloth + terfs

unnecessary negativity + burping + farting + discrimination + kinks where they don't belong..

🐝Fun facts🌻:

I'm autistic🍓 { got a few other disorders that I don't wanna share }

I repaint gnomes! 🎨

I enjoy talking with plants 🌸

I love mythology + folklore + legends! 👻

I have four cats 🐈

I name all my plants 🌱

I'm very superstitious 🌰

🌷My aesthetics🌹:

Babacore { I made that one } 🌜

Darkcore🌑

Whimsigoth 🦋

Cottagecore/Dark cottagecore🌌

Faerycore🧚‍♂️

Crypidcore👽

Ghostcore👻

Goblincore + Gremlincore🐛

Hobitcore🍄

Crowcore🧿

Knightcore {?} 🏰

Piratecore { kinda?? } ⚓

Witchcore🔮

Fantasy/Horror in general if I'm honest.

❎DNI❎:

Terfs/Transphobes + racists + homophobes + ddlgers/kinky people that sexualize/fetishize bad/gross things + antisemites + ableist people + zoophiles + necrophiles + maps aka pedos + incels.

#about me #babacore #witch #witchcraft #naturecore #cottagecore #pagan witch #lgbtq #lgbt+ #lgbtq positivity

[tilynation]

SONGS ABOUT LILY ON REPUTATION

The @whatiwillsay podcast is out now! Link. I joined Cam to discuss all things Rep album, including how gay it is and what was going on behind the songs. Here’s a guide to some of the songs discussed.

REP PROLOGUE

“When this album comes out, gossip blogs will scour the lyrics for the men they can attribute to each song, as if the inspiration for music is as simple and basic as a paternity test . . . Let me say it again louder for those in the back . . . We think we know someone, but the truth is we only know the version of them they have chosen to show us.”

DELICATE

This song was played after Taylor’s pride 🏳️‍🌈speech during the Rep tour.

Let’s start with Taylor straddling (“autostraddle” like the lesbian and bisexual women’s website) a Cadillac Fleetwood in the music video. (Source: internet movie car database (link); it’s not the Ford Thunderbird from the Kaylor Vogue photoshoot.) The Fleetwood could only match one person, Ms. Fleetwood herself, Lily Donaldson, great niece of Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac, who posted often backstage at their concerts and mentioned them in several interviews as her family. Lily’s mother is on the cover of one of the Fleetwood Mac albums.

Let’s also talk about Taylor wearing the Victoria’s Secret angel ring in the “Delicate” vertical video, as well as the matching diamond eye ring that Lily also wears. Both rings were frequently paired with the J necklace during the Rep era.

The Victoria’s Secret angel ring can’t be from Karlie or Joe. Karlie ended her VS contract by early 2015 per this article and this one too. She didn’t participate in the 2016 show where the rings were given out. Joe has no affiliation with VS.

The first verse of the song is a conversation:

“Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?” This is Lily asking Taylor to meet her at an east side dive bar. Lily lived in the East Village and was publicly known to like east side dive bars per interviews. Lily also lived just one block away from east side dive bars Lovers of Today and Cabin Down Below where Taylor, Lily, and others publicly went in October 2016. “Delicate” was written in October 2016 per the Making of a Song video.

“Phone lights up my nightstand in the black” - this is Taylor at home getting the text above.

“Come here, you can meet me in the back” is either meet at the back of the dive bar or meet at the back door of the Cornelia Street townhouse so no one sees.

“Dark jeans and your Nikes look at you” - Lily often wears dark jeans and sneakers.

“Oh damn, never seen that color blue” - a reference to Lily’s ocean blue eyes which will also come up in “Gorgeous” and throughout Rep, Lover, and Folkmore. (Karlie’s eyes are green/hazel per the fashion magazines and IMG Models - link, link, and link.)

“Third floor west side, me and you” - this refers to the Cornelia Street townhouse which was three stories tall and on the west side of Manhattan.

“Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend your mine, all the damn time” - why would Taylor have to pretend she is with Joe if the song is about him? She wouldn’t have to “pretend” they are together, they could just be together.

All the Taymojis for “Delicate” were blue, including the 🦋 which was the symbol Lily used for Taylor on social media and which also was the cover used for Lily’s Instagram highlights with Taylor during the Rep era. This symbol also became a big part of Taylor’s Lover era promo.

“Coney Island” - “did I close my fist around something delicate, did I shatter you?” “Sorry for not making you my centerfold.” This shows the “Delicate” relationship is over by Evermore (i.e. it can’t be about Joe) and the “Delicate” subject is a model who Taylor didn’t make her centerfold. Taylor made Karlie her centerfold often, including with the famous Vogue shoot, so this further leads me to believe “Delicate” and at least parts of “Coney Island” are about Lily.

END GAME

The London scenes (pub and kebab shop) where Taylor ends up at the end of the music video were filmed in Kentish Town, where Lily grew up as a child/teen and moved back to as an adult (see below). It’s within a mile of Taylor’s Hampstead (Frognal) place that she rented when she moved to London. (Taylor is seen in videos and photos wearing the Victoria’s Secret angel ring at Frognal here and here.)

Tokyo

The title card for the Tokyo scenes in the music video appear at 1:27, Lily’s birthday.

Lily was in Tokyo when Taylor was there filming the video in November 2017. The same doctor that confirmed that Lily was in Tokyo during the end of the Rep tour in 2018 (including photos of Lily), also confirmed that Lily was in Tokyo the week before Thanksgiving in 2017, the week Taylor most likely filmed in Tokyo based on her schedule (Rep was released on Nov. 10 then she had promo), Ed’s schedule, and known info about the various location shoots and post-production schedule leading to the early January 2018 release of the video.

This past week, Ed Sheeran confirmed in an Audacy interview (link) when the “End Game” music video was filmed. He said that his London scenes were filmed after he broke his arms because he wore a cast in the video. He broke his arms on October 15, 2017 in the UK. Taylor was papped on the streets filming the music video in London on October 16, 2017, so they likely filmed Ed’s London scenes sometime between then and November 7, 2017 when Ed gave an interview with the cast still on his arm in the UK. Ed posted on Instagram that his arms had healed and he went back to the Asian leg of his tour on November 11, 2017. For Ed’s Tokyo scenes with Taylor there are behind the scenes photos of Ed in a t-shirt and he is not wearing a cast, so the Tokyo scenes must have been filmed after Taylor’s Rep rollout promo which went up to November 15 (and while Ed was in Asia for his tour) but before Thanksgiving week when Taylor went to Utah. So that’s exactly the week the doctor posted on Instagram that Lily was in Tokyo. December was the filming of the Miami scenes on location (TMZ on set), Taylor doing the Jingle Ball, and post-production on the video.

A-Team

“I wanna be your first string, I wanna be your A-Team, I wanna be your end game.” Lily’s birthday post for Taylor of December 2016 likely referenced the A-Team phrase.

“Ooh, you like the bad ones too” could be a reference to Lily’s fling/situation/relationship with Rihanna (badgalriri), which was wrapping up in 2016 as Tily was getting started.

“It’s like your body is gold” could be a reference to Lily’s tattoo of the word “golden” in Latin on her left wrist, thus her body is literally gold.

“You’ve been calling my bluff on all of my usual tricks” is a similar card-playing, poker reference like in “Cornelia Street” (“back when we were card sharks playing games”).

GORGEOUS

“I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk” could refer to a British accent 🇬🇧 like Lily has.

“I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us. He’s in the club doing I don’t know what” is a reference to Calvin. This sets the timestamp for the song, while Taylor was dating Calvin, so sometime between 2015 and June 1, 2016 when the media reported that Tayvin broke up. As I’ve posted before, the Vanity Fair Oscar Party fits the song well. It took place at the end of February 2016. Taylor and Lily both attended this party. Karlie, Joe, and Calvin did not attend.

“Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine” = Hollywood. Nothing is more “Hollywood” than the Vanity Fair Oscar Party. Lily captured the essence of the party with her post a few days before it featuring herself in front of the Hollywood sign, which is still up on her Instagram. (Link)

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you” could mean Taylor was talking to her friends at the party like Lorde, Lily A., and the other VS models instead of Lily.

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine” - we know who has these eyes, Lily. Not Karlie (who has hazel/green eyes per the fashion magazines and her management; see above) or Joe, who is referred to as “indigo eyes” in “I Think He Knows.”

Lyric video - the official lyric video (photo above; link) is in black and white except for the word “gorgeous” which is in pink throughout the video. To me this signifies that the gorgeous subject of the song is female.

Lily liked all three of Taylor’s posts about this song and none of her posts about other songs. It’s like she knows the song is about her and she acted like it at Taylor’s performance of the song in London during the Rep tour.

Is “Gorgeous” about pretty women in general? I don’t think so. The song has too many specific references (timeframe, accent, location, ocean blue eyes, etc.) to be about pretty women in general.

DRESS

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo”

Taylor wore a golden heart tattoo around her neck several times in October 2016, including during one of the Bowery nights, for the Making of a Song video for “Delicate,” and during Taylor/Lily’s painting date night.

Lily also famously has an actual tattoo of the word “golden” in Latin on her left inner wrist, her sister’s name. (See photos above.)

“I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk” - could be referencing the photos of Deadpool Taylor drinking wine in the bathtub on Halloween night of 2016. The October 2016 timeframe matches Taylor’s “golden tattoo” she wore around her neck and Lily’s almost exactly similar golden heart necklace worn around her neck on Halloween night.

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

The timeframe - after Taylor’s “cancelling” in 2016. “My castle crumbled overnight . . . they took the crown but it’s alright. All the liars are calling me one. Nobody’s heard from me for months, I’m doing better than I ever was.”

“My baby’s fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I’m brand new” - this part of the chorus could be referencing “late November” 2016 referenced elsewhere in the song and specifically the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show in Paris that Lily flew to right after Thanksgiving with Taylor. There are many photos of Lily on the jet or about to board the jet with Kendall, et al., and as we know Lily stayed “above the whole scene” and went immediately to London (where Taylor was at) after the Victoria’s Secret show with her snake jewelry in tow to wear to events starting in early December 2016. (See photos below.)

To recap the “late November” timeframe:

* Nov. 23 - Taylor wore the VS angel ring to see Todrick in Kinky Boots on Broadway. Taylor commented 13 🔥 emojis on Lily’s post from the Angel Ball.

* Nov. 24-25 - Taylor/Lily Thanksgiving in Rhode Island then flew back to New York. Taylor wore the VS angel ring throughout Thanksgiving.

* Nov. 27 - Lily took jet from NY to Paris for the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. “High above the whole scene.”

* Nov. 30/Dec. 1 - Lily snapchats from Paris doing Victoria’s Secret stuff including the fashion show and a photoshoot.

* Dec. 5 - Lily in London. Wears the Bvlgari snake necklace to an event for the first time. Lily spent the rest of December in London (confirmed via various social media) other than one trip to the U.S. Taylor was also now based in London per the Lover diary. At some point in December, Taylor took a photo of Lily, Cara and Suki in the kitchen of Taylor’s London house and posted it to Instagram in early January. (Link)

Taylor and Lily’s move to London in December 2016

The Lover Diary entry - January 3, 2017

Taylor confirmed the start of the relationship with her London lover as being October 2016 (the Bowery nights, Lily’s snapchats and Instagram stories from Cornelia Street including up on the roof, the Delicate making of a song video with Taylor wearing the golden heart tattoo, the photo Taylor used for Lily’s birthday post of the two of them painting (which Lily said in an interview is a hobby she never shares with anyone; this article is also the second verse of “the 1” to me)) in this diary entry.

Taylor also confirmed that she and her London lover were now based in London, which there are many receipts of Lily moving back to London in December 2016, almost immediately after Thanksgiving at Taylor’s house (“I remember late November . . . would you run away with me?”). Lily’s Bvlgari snake jewelry first appeared on Dec. 5 in London. Taylor celebrated her birthday in London on Dec. 13. Lily is confirmed in London at that time and throughout the whole month other than a quick trip to the U.S. E! printed an article that said Taylor and Lily spent Christmas together. And the VS angel ring was everywhere with Taylor this month, including before Christmas, after Christmas, and in her Rep magazine photo for Dec. 29. (Tily December 2016)

Taylor included another photo from London with the Call It What You Want lyrics about running away together written on it in the Reputation magazine which came out in November 2017.

Taylor wore the VS angel ring in the Making of a Song video for Call It What You Want and in the video singing the song at her London house.

Lily got a place in Kentish Town in 2012 (per the Standard UK) that I believe she kept through the Tily years. Kentish Town is right by where Taylor first moved to in London.

Taylor’s move to London in December 2016 with the London lover is why the Rep muse (for most songs) cannot be Karlie. Karlie never moved to London. I’ve heard people say “the Lover diary is fake” or “Taylor didn’t actually move to London” but (a) if people can use the Lover diary to prove other things, it can certainly be used for this and (b) Taylor did move to London and so did Lily at the exact same time (if anyone wants to see receipts they are generally covered in the Tily Masterpost/Tily Nation version or just ask and I will be glad to provide them for you).

Could “Karlie, what you want” that many people hear, including myself at times, be Taylor asking Karlie, “what do you want to do” because Lily will move to London with me?

Callbacks to “Call It What You Want” in “Renegade” - “windows boarded up after the storm” and “starry eyes sparking up my darkest night.” This leads to me believe that “Renegade” is about Lily and takes place after Taylor’s “cancelling” in 2016. Also, the sirens in “Renegade” start at 1:27 (Lily’s birthday).

KING OF MY HEART

Model reference - “Now you try on calling me, baby, like trying on clothes.”

British references 🇬🇧 - “Salute to me I’m your American Queen” is sung twice in the song. “Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff.”

Female reference - “Cause all the boys and their expensive cars, with their Range Rovers and Jaguars, never took me quite where you do.” If the song was about a guy, it would have said “cause the other boys . . .”

Queer reference/keeping secrets - “Late in the night, the city’s asleep, your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep.”

Plural schoolgirls = two women - “Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush.” They both have a schoolgirl crush, not just Taylor. Being up on the roof harkens back to the video of Lily on the roof at Cornelia Street from October 2016, the same month Taylor says in the Lover diary her relationship with the London lover started.

“Up on YOUR roof” - the original lyrics from the Making of a Song video are “up on YOUR roof” not “up on the roof.” Lily’s building had a roof for hanging out. Karlie’s building and Joe’s house did not. (Link)

Bonus - Taylor wore the Victoria’s Secret angel ring throughout the Making of a Song video for “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.” (Link) As well as throughout the Making of a Song video for “Getaway Car.” (Link). Time magazine reported that Lily may be one of the robot girls in the “Look What You Made Me Do” music video. (Link)

#tily #gaylor swift #gaylor #lily donaldson #podcast #rep album #rep era

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The Thunder And The Rain (c.h)

Where The Storm Gathers - Chapter 9

Pairing: Stable Lad! Calum Hood x Princess! Reader

Summary: There’s never a calm before the storm.

Warnings: Angst. Violence. Character death. Illness. Torture. Fire. Being burned alive. War. Language. Some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 8.5k

Author’s note: Now there is two more chapters to go and their situation is not getting easier, even I’m mad. But at the same time I’m so happy to be back 💕 Remember that Reblogs, comments, feedback and likes are more than welcome and super helpful to me ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨🌻

My materialist // my taglist is on the bio!

Book two materialist || Prologue || Chapter one || Chapter two || Chapter three || Chapter four || Chapter five || Chapter six || Chapter seven || Chapter eight

She woke up with a scream choked on her throat, almost jumping out of bed, covered in sweat and a few running tears down her cheeks. What did she dream, she couldn’t remember. She just remembers feeling completely and utterly alone as the shadows took her.

The sounds outside of the tent indicated that everyone had already started their day hours ago. Calum let her sleep in again, even when she told him not to let it happen. With all that’s been happening, what’s losing a few hours of sleep?

Y/N looked around their tent, familiarizing herself with their new environment. Their bed was put against one of the walls, and at the opposite side lay a small desk where papers surrounding the topic of different antidotes were scattered almost in a perfect mess. The chair that Calum uses to rest his sword was now empty, letting her know that her husband was training again and that almost broke her heart. Almost.

To break down was a privilege none of them could afford now. After the loss of Rian almost a week ago, all their energies were centered on the war that was upon them.

*

When morning came after that fateful night, it was Ashton the one who took the lead. Still injured, still weak and sick; he didn’t even look at the body that lay still in the living room next to the new widow.

“We need to go,” Was all he said with his hoarse voice. His hazel eyes were opened wide, looking over at every single person in the room. And, if they noticed the redness behind them, no one said a thing “They know we’re here, it’s not safe”

After a moment of silence, Calum was the first one to speak up.

“What are we going to do with-?”

“We’ll take him with us,” Charlotte said, wiping up the remains of her tears. She looked over at Ashton but he was quick to turn away from her. Her hand was still stroking Rian’s hair, almost as if she was comforting him after a bad dream “We need a proper burial. He deserves a proper burial”

“We’ll take care of it,” Luke promised “I swear, his sacrifice will not be forgotten”

Ashton closed his eyes for a moment, the veins along his neck trembling ever so slightly. It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t have ended like this!

“Ash?”

The sound of his sister’s voice called him up to the present. Y/N was standing in front of him, teary eyes filled with concern. It only took one look and one shake of his head to say what hasn’t already been said. Now was not the time for questions.

“He would talk about a camping site near one of the furthest entrances of the woods,” The Prince said “We planned on going there to meet with the rebels and the other Kings and Queens. Michael, could you and Calum go there right now and ask for their strongest men and horses to come and help us? After this, I don’t think Richard has anything else prepared for us”

Ashton hated how much he knew his father’s way of thinking. It made him sick how alike they could be in that sense. He knew Richard was basking in their pain, sleeping soundly for he knew how affected his enemies would be. He didn’t need to attack, he’s already won this battle. But, he won’t win the war.

Michael and Calum were on the move almost instantly, not giving anyone the time to protest. They didn’t want to go, but the sooner they left, the sooner they could reassure the safety of everyone. Calum said goodbye with a lingering hug to his wife, no words exchanged between them, but his brown eyes said more than a simple “I love you” could. No, his eyes said more than that; a “please, take care”, “See you soon”, “Come back to me” It became all the goodbyes and more. And, just for a second there, it seemed they were back in the woods, praying for their next encounter.

When they left, Y/N felt the tears gathering in her eyes. But she won’t cry, she can’t. Not when her friend just started to mourn the loss of her husband.

She was near Charlotte in a matter of seconds.

“What do you need?” The princess asked, placing her hand over Charlotte’s shoulder.

Y/N knew what it meant to lose someone, just as she knew that comforting words were not needed in a time like this. Words could only do so much when the pain was still pounding inside one’s heart. And, knowing Charlotte, she was not thinking of her pain right now.

“I need to get Daisy,” The woman said, wiping the last few tears from her eyes “I need to get her ready as well, I can’t-”

“I’ll get Daisy” Y/N answered “I’ll get her and get her bag as well. I’ll take care of that while you take care of yourself and get ready with what you need to get out of here, okay?”

“Come with me?”

Her teary eyes shattered the princess’ heart. There was no evidence of the smiling woman that got them to safety a few days ago. No, those eyes were replaced with unshed tiredness; a mother’s worry; and, a broken heart that was forced to stay put together when everything seemed to fall apart. Y/N has never seen such strength before, and she selfishly prayed never to have to be that strong, ever.

Y/N nodded, helping Charlotte get on her feet, feeling how she trembled with her first few steps. She spared a glance towards Ashton, but his hazel eyes were set on the hard floor, swallowing hard as the two women passed by his side.

The room was now consumed in silence. The beating of the young prince’s heart was the only thing that rang in his ears as he forced himself to look up, clenching the wound on his side as he felt his knees shaking, weak at the sight of the man that laid dead on the sofa. His bottom lip trembled cowardly.

“Fuck,” He breathed, wishing to be able to look away but feeling powerless to do so. He deserved to see it, he deserved to know it was his fault that Rian was dead.

The guard’s face was almost unrecognizable, so far from the man he once knew. Ashton wonders if he’s ever seen him before everything went to shit. Maybe they crossed paths in the castle and he, being ever the oblivious prince, never noticed him. They could’ve traveled together as well, assigned the same mission of traveling to another kingdom to do the king’s dirty work. How many times did their eyes meet and Ashton didn’t glance back? How many times did they stand side by side and never noticed until he was the one hanging on chains in the dungeon?

That man saw him at his worst countless times for months. He saw him weak, bleeding, humiliated in front of strangers. Ashton pushed him away so many times, even when his motives were clear. Yet, Rian always came back, a smile everlasting on his face; risking his life just to give Ashton a piece of bread and reassure him that he could beat this, he could break the cycle and liberate them from his father.

Rian was the only one who believed in him even when he gave up on himself.

“And look where it got you,” He whispered, eyes now shedding the tears he fought so hard to keep inside, “I told you. I told you not to go back there. I asked you not to leave me”

Ashton could still remember the last look Rian gave him. It carried so much more than just reassurance; it carried hope. A hope that Ashton was not so sure he was deserving of.

Rian was the only one who called him “Your Majesty,” The only one that called him “King” Those words always felt too big for him. But, somehow, when Rian said them, Ashton felt capable of filling said title.

Now… what was left now but a promise? A promise he made to a man now dead and gone. A promise he’ll honor.

“With my life,” He swore in front of Rian’s body, kneeling next to it as a last act of honor, placing his hand on top of the guard’s heart “With my life, I promise that I will make it right. I’ll be the man you believed I could be”

*

The clouds settled over the camping site. Smoke covered the air as makeshift bonfires started to burn, trying to keep as many of them warm and ready. Thousands of men and women walked and ran around in their armors, carrying different emblems on their chests. It warmed Y/N’s heart to see these many kingdoms come together to fight alongside them, even if they were just a few tropes sent instead of a whole army, it was more than they could’ve asked.

The hopes were high inside the campsite, so much so that most of the time it felt like a get-together rather than a war. Smiles and laughter could be heard all over the place, at first, Y/N didn’t get how they could be so nonchalant about everything that’s been happening.

“Some prefer not to think of tragedies in their last days,” Michael told her “Some find the light in the darkest of times, hoping to grasp it as much as they can before the nearing end. Have you ever wondered why even at funerals people seem to smile? It’s because, in some weird, inexplicable way, it reminds them that they are still alive. And now, at war’s feet, they are celebrating that before it’s too late”

Every one of them knew that the battle horn was to be heard in a matter of moments; they knew that every day could be their last as long as they stayed here to fight. And, even if they managed to keep their spirits up, their guard never went down.

After what happened to Rian, they knew that Richard was aware of their presence, in fact, he seemed more than okay with it given that he let Ashton escape. They needed to act quickly, hoping they still have the element of surprise on their side. But they don’t know how much Richard knows, and without Rian to serve as a spy, things were not so clear.

“There you are!”

Y/N turned at the sound of Charlotte’s voice. She was wearing an old, dark blue dress that was mostly covered by an apron. Ever since they reached the campsite, Charlotte has done nothing but work while taking care of Daisy

“I need to keep my mind busy,” She told Y/N “I need to help, just like Rian would’ve wanted. And if I can’t fight, I’ll make sure that the soldiers are in condition to do so”

She has stationed herself near the kitchen tent, helping other new mothers and pregnant women do their part for the war. Y/N stationed near them, helping the volunteer Maesters and kind souls to prepare vials of medicine and ointments for the wounded.

Y/N wished she could do more, but it took Ashton’s, Calum’s, Michael’s, and even Luke’s hard, stern looks to have her back down from that horse.

“You might be capable of fighting,” Calum told her after the tenth argument they had to let her train with the troops “But your ability with medicine is more valuable. We need you alive. I need you alive, Y/N. You can help so many, but you need to stay here”

She hated that his argument made sense, but there was no way of fighting against it. Not when she could take advantage of it. Ever since she started working with the other maesters, she began developing a cure for Michael’s predicament by combining the greatest minds of the entire continent. They just needed one more ingredient that could only be found down in the infirmary of the castle.

When she told Luke and Michael the news, Luke almost knocked her over with a hug.

“It’s not ready yet!” She said while he let her go, eyes filled with tears “It needs tears of roses, given their healing properties combined with the biomolecules of veritalis and the salts of-” She stopped herself when she notice the two men were just nodding without understanding a word “Anyway, using a few of the poisonous leaves combined with all of that, it could counter the effects and-”

“Wait, you have to use the leaves to create the cure?” Luke asked, “But you burned them all!”

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Michael ignored him

Y/N sighed “Five out of the eight Maesters said…”

“Hold on, so it’s not guaranteed?”

“Nothing is guaranteed, Luke”

“But if it doesn’t work-”

“It will work,” Michael said, looking over at Y/N, giving her a slight nod “You believe in this, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then that’s all I need”

The confidence Michael had in her gave her the push she needed to make this work. His health was not getting any better as the scar kept spreading across his chest, now nearing his arms and thighs. They needed a way to get into the palace as soon as possible to get the last ingredients. Y/N hoped she could bring this up to discussion with the war committee today. But now, seeing Charlotte’s worried face, she wasn’t so sure she could do that.

“I was coming to get you, but you weren’t at the infirmary tent,” Charlotte said with a sigh. The wrinkles on her forehead were now more visible due to all the work she did. They all looked older than they were.

“I was on my way there,” Y/N answered “Calum let me sleep again”

Charlotte shook her head “I don’t think that was on purpose”

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”

She tried to stay calm, but it was impossible to deny the beating of her anxious heart.

“We’re fine, at least for now,” Charlotte said, but her tone was more serious than anyone would imagine.

“Then, what happened?”

“Someone infiltrated the camp in the early hours of the morning. They came directly from the palace. They refused to speak until now”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. But they are demanding to talk only with the heirs of RoseWood, and that includes you”

*

To say that Y/N ran across the field was an understatement, she sprinted at the beating of her heart toward the committee’s tent.

The War Committee consisted of the leaders of each troop picked by Michael himself. They were the ones who made the decisions, the ones who planned the attacks and created the strategy that will help them win the war. Y/N begged to be a part of it, but they decided it would be best to put her in charge of the civilians who volunteered to be a part of this war as much as they could. At first, it frustrated her, but when she realized that a war meant more than just fighting in a field, she understood how much they trusted her to take charge of it.

Every day, the committee would meet with closed doors. But today, most of the members were standing outside of the tent with worried faces. Luke and Michael were talking among themselves while Calum stood with his arms crossed, eyes focused on the doors in case anything happened. When Y/N noticed him, she ran to him.

“Calum!” He turned around, a sense of relief crossed his face as he let out a breath, opening his arms to engulf her in a hug “You’re okay,”

“‘Course I am, rose,” He said, looking at the door “There weren’t any threats”

“But the person that came from the palace-”

Calum pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to conceal a smile “They wouldn't hurt a fly without getting hurt themselves”

Y/N furrowed her brows “Then why-?”

Suddenly, a shriek followed by an earth-shattering cry came from the tent, scaring Y/N and making her seek shelter on Calum’s arms as he tried to contain a laugh while the others just looked tired.

“Are they torturing someone there?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“The only one being tortured is Ashton,” He scoffed, shaking his head at his wife’s concerned gaze “It’s better if you see it for yourself, my rose”

With one last confusing look, Y/N walked away from Calum’s arms and infiltrated the tent, her curiosity winning her over.

Inside it was very dark, just a few candles illuminating the table where the committee meets. But there, in the middle of the tent stood Ashton, giving his back to her. It took a moment for her to recognize him with his hair that long and the way his shoulders fell in defeat.

It was almost miraculous how he healed from his wounds after so many months of torture. Some maesters said it was sheer determination on his part to heal and be ready for combat; others claimed that he had an angel helping him; others said that it was the blood of a King running through his veins, powerful and sacred. Y/N was only grateful that he was okay. After months of being apart, she only wanted her brother back.

But now, her brother was standing with his arms crossed and with a hand covering his face, pinching the bridge of his nose almost as if asking the gods for patience as the screams became louder with every step she took.

“Ash?”

The prince turned to her and let out a breath of relief and a desperate look.

“Well, you took your time,” He said, almost in exasperation.

“What happened?” Another scream filled the air, making her cover her ears “Why are they yelling?”

“Wish I knew!” Ashton said over the noise “But you won’t believe this!”

She took cautious steps, eyes set on her brother as she came to view the new arrival. Could it be an enemy that was tortured? A spy sent by her father? Or maybe one of their own that escaped the palace just in time? Her brain was working overload to try and find out who it could be. But, truth be told, she was not ready for the answer

“Willsburg?!”

The screaming chamberlain suddenly got quiet at the sound of the princess’ voice. Closing his mouth as he sat up straight, setting his teary eyes on her.

“Oh, good morning, princess! Nice to see you again”

“He escaped the palace and infiltrated the camp a few hours ago” Ashton explained, standing next to his sister “One of King Alex’s men caught him hiding in a bush. But when he talked to him, Willsburg started to-“ And, then again, a horrible shriek came out of the chamberlain’s mouth as he covered his own ears “Well, that”

“Is he okay?” Y/N yelled over the scream.

“He’s been doing this for hours! Look, any minute now he will-“ Then, just like before, Willsburg stopped yelling and sat in silence “We believe this is a late response to a traumatic event; maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have and escaped the palace because of that. However, I couldn’t get anything out of him because he insisted that whatever information he has, he needs to share it with you as well, in-person”

Y/N didn’t even pretend to fake her shock.

“Oh, I didn’t know you held such respect for me, Willsburg. Thank you”

“Don't get me wrong, Your Highness, you were a pain in my behind” Willsburg admitted “But you’re still the heiress to the throne and deserve to know what your father is up to. Besides, I don’t trust the riffraff you keep as company”

“Well, spit it out, Willsburg,” Ashton said, walking over to the frightened man and placing a hand over his shoulder “You’re safe here, I promise you that”

“Thank you, my prince. But I’m afraid I’m not staying. I would much rather go back to my nation than to stay here a minute longer after-“

The chamberlain’s eyes grew blank once more as his hands went to cover his ears before opening his mouth to scream again. Both Y/N and Ashton cringed at the sound but felt pity toward the man that saw them grow up.

Willsburg had served the royal family for years, even before Ashton was born. He spent his days running around, never complaining that much, making sure that the rules were set and followed, all to favor the King and his family. He was a loyal servant to the core, so the fact that he ran away from the place he had to call home for decades meant that something terrible was going on. Or at least horrible enough to drive an honorable man to the brink of insanity.

“Shall I get him a sedative?” Y/N asked, but Ashton just shook his head.

“Later, we need him fully conscious now. Then, after he gets some rest, he’ll be given a horse and will be able to leave RoseWood” He looked over at the screaming man “You have my word”

Willsburg’s eyes filled with tears as his face contorted into a grimace before a sob ran through his throat, crying desperately while clinging to Ashton’s clothes. Upon seeing this, Y/N went over to the table, grabbed the jug of water, and poured him a glass. Given his state of exhaustion, adding dehydration to the mix might become fatal for the poor man.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” The man wept, eyes shifting between Y/N and Ashton “I couldn’t stop it. He was going to kill me!”

“You’re safe here, Willsburg”

“No, I’m not! And neither are you!”

Ashton exchanged a worried glance with his sister, trying to keep his cool for the sake of Willsburg.

“What happened at the palace, Will?”

“It was horrible, Your Highness. Horrible! There were bodies, bodies everywhere! The people I knew, my colleagues… my friends! He lined them all up, all but me and a few others that could still be of use to him. They were asked to plead loyalty, but they refused! How foolish of them! Oh, how foolish!”

Goosebumps ran through the Princess’ arms, all the people that worked for them, the ones who took care of them all their lives… She remembered all of their names; she remembered the maidens that sewed her clothing, the kitchen staff that helped her sneak out some snacks in the middle of the night when she was younger, the butlers that always laughed with her stories, her tutors, her nannies… Even when her father forbade them to ever have contact with the Princess, isolating her in her own home, she understood what it was like to be afraid of him. She couldn’t blame them for she understood there were bigger things at stake than a young woman’s personal life. But their loyalty never lay with the King.

“He built a pyre at the back of the castle and took us all there. He made his crows hit them in the back of his head, all of them, no matter the age or gender or what their task was in the palace. If they were not with him, they were against him. And I saw them fall to the ground, bleed and cry, thinking that was the worst. Until the crows picked them up one by one and threw them in the unlit pyre”

“No…”

Willsburg started crying again “I was foolish enough to think that the King was being merciful. Thinking that at least he spared them from that hell. But when the crows lit the pyre, they were anything but dead!”

Y/N looked away from him, wiping the tears that escaped her eyes as Ashton swallowed hard, barely able to stomach the man’s cry.

“I could hear them. I could hear all of them! I saw them burn, I smelled their skin melting into the fire. I tried to scream, I tried to run! But there were crows everywhere, watching intently as I did, only they didn’t seem disgusted. And it wasn’t until the silence took over that we were even allowed to retreat to our chambers. I escaped that same night, I couldn’t bear it! I couldn’t bear to think I could be next! If he finds me-!”

“He won’t,” Ashton said with a stern voice, confident in his word but hiding an unnamed rage Y/N was yet to see in his brother.

“But he will! That’s what I came here to warn you about!” Willsburg cried, looking frantically at the two siblings “The king is planning to attack tomorrow morning!”

*

“There is no way he plans to attack so soon” Michael’s voice rang through the tent, saying out loud what the others were thinking.

The War Committee was dismissed so that every general could go to their troops and delegate their new plan of attack. Now, the six of them; Calum and Y/N; Ashton; Michael and Luke; and Charlotte were digesting the news as they secluded themselves in the main tent.

“The reports that were given to us by the Knights claimed that they were still training the army of RoseWood” Michael continued, going over the map where their positions were established “He cannot possibly have an army in less than a week”

“Unless the army was already ready to attack,” Luke said, absentmindedly as he bounced Daisy on his lap while her mother tried to feed her.

Ashton, who was standing at the other side of the table, hunched over the image of the castle, looked up with a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it,” Luke said, his bright blue eyes going over every person in the room “How long have the crows been working for your father?”

“Ever since he rose to power” Y/N answered.

“Exactly. Now, Ashton, you said he sent you on countless travels around the continent, planting crows in every kingdom to gain some sort of political advantage. But, what if he’s been doing that even before you stepped up to the task? What if he’s been trading crows and scattered them across the continent, all of them with a plan of attack and with sufficient training to create enough chaos that could tilt the balance to his advantage?”

“Then his army would have been training for battle even before any of us was born,” Calum said, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he evaluated the situation.

“Richard gained power with his crows. Not only that but he’s been training them to find the weakness of every kingdom by infiltrating them almost to perfection. If he’s sent, let’s say a dozen crows per Kingdom through the years, and all of them came back for this battle, there isn’t much training to do but just to plan the perfect attack”

“Then why would he recruit new soldiers for this?” Y/N asked, “If the palace was already filled with crows, plus the soldiers, plus the ones that came from all over the world…”

“It could be a distraction,” Michael added.

“Or because it would be hard to fight them,” Ashton answered grimly “Rian said they were taken from their homes and forced to work as soldiers. Richard is a master of manipulation, he would make them fight in the front lines, face to face with the people that know them and love them. They are our neighbors, our classmates, our lovers, our children- They are people from RoseWood who had no other choice but to survive one way or another. The moment our people see them at enemy lines…”

“We won’t know who’s who,” Calum finished for him.

A somber silence fell upon them. It would’ve been foolish of them to think that there would not be any casualties during the battle, but that didn’t mean they were happy with that idea.

“There must be a way we can stop this,” Charlotte said in a whisper mixed with a silent prayer. But neither of them knew how to bring any comfort to the situation.

Ashton shook his head “We can’t stop it unless one of the leaders surrender in front of the others as witnesses. And Richard is not about to yield anytime soon. Not when he has the advantage”

“So what if we take that advantage from him?”

All eyes turned to Y/N. She stood there solemnly, watching over the map and the list of names of every person that volunteered to fight. Her fingers graced the wooden carving on the chair as she looked up to the people who she loved the most, heart pounding inside her chest as she spoke loud and clear.

“What if we bring those men home? All those soldiers who were forced to wear the uniform, they can turn if we give them the chance.”

“Y/N…”

“They had no choice, Calum,” She said, looking into her husband’s eyes with a silent pleading “We can give them that choice, we can bring them home!”

“You’re talking about convincing an entire army to change sides the night before the battle” Michael chimed in “And even if we think it’s a good idea, how are we going to deliver the message to them? How can we know they won’t turn against us?”

“Because you all said it! People don’t want to fight their families and friends on the battlefield. If you think it’ll be hard on our troops, have you imagined what it must be like for them who were forced to turn on the ones they loved just to give them a chance of survival? Most of them are just children playing dress-up and going to fight a war they did not ask for. They are the children of RoseWood, the people- our people, Ash! If they don’t want to fight at all, then fine. They will at least have the choice not to. But we can’t give up on them”

No one said a word after the princess’ speech. Calum and Michael seemed to ponder over her words while Ashton just lowered and shook his head, almost as if he was rejecting the idea altogether.

Y/N turned pleadingly toward Luke and Charlotte, asking them to say something, anything that might convince them to do the right thing. Luke bit the inside of his cheek, giving Y/N a small, unnoticeable nod.

“She’s right,” He said, passing the baby to her mother as he got up and walked over to the table, followed by Charlotte who didn’t want to be left behind “One cannot wash away the blood of their hands so easily, even when thinking it was justified” He looked over at Michael who was already looking up at him with an unreadable emotion in his eyes “If we give them the chance not only will they restrain from drawing familiar blood, but it will also affect Richard’s chances of a powerful army. He will still have the original crows and the ones that volunteered willingly, but it will give us a more fair chance”

“What if no one comes?” Asked Calum, by his face it was noticeable that he didn’t like the idea very much.

“Then at least we tried” Y/N answered, looking directly at Ashton “You’re their King, Ash, act like one. Bring the change our people want to see, don’t repeat the cycle of death and cruelty our father has created. Give them the chance they thought might never come”

If her words affected him, Ashton didn’t let it show. The face that was once filled with emotion and hope, now remains unbothered and unchangeable, leaving Y/N unable to read him as she expected the worst when he opened his mouth and said:

“How are we going to bring them home?”

Y/N thought she might cry as she crossed the table and wrapped her arms around her brother’s frame, holding him tightly enough that the beating of his heart reached her ears.

Ashton gave her a small smile before looking over at the others, raising his brows as if to say “Well?”

Michael was the first to speak.

“We can send a message hidden with one of our spies”

“They’d never believe it” Luke shook his head “They’d think it’s a trap to catch any traitors. It needs to let them know that it comes directly from Ashton, otherwise, they would not even bother”

Y/N opened her mouth, but before she finished taking the breath to speak, Calum widened his eyes and beat her to it.

“I’ll do it!”

A collective of voices rose in an instant, all of them negating his initiative. But Calum shut them all out.

“They will never believe I’d work for Richard. I know the passages into the castle, I know how to get in and out without anyone noticing, and I’ve known most of those guys all of my life. I’m your best chance and before we can discuss this any further, Y/N, would you meet me outside?”

He spoke so fast yet so sure, no one could argue with him before he walked away, leaving everyone speechless.

It only took Y/N one second before storming after her husband, fuming at the thought of him going to do this job without hearing anyone out. She crossed the entrance to the tent and found Calum walking toward the side of the field, away from any prying eyes or curious ears. And, with a huff, she followed after him.

*

Calum kept walking among the crowd, shoulders tensed and on guard as people passed him by, filled with tension for the upcoming battle. By now, word must’ve gotten out among the troops; everyone had suddenly stopped smiling and the smell of burning steel filled the air. In less than eighteen hours their lives will change forever. In less than eighteen hours, most of them would already be dead.

“Calum!” He heard her calling, but he didn’t turn around. Not yet, not in front of everyone.

“Calum!” The memory of her voice echoing through the woods, how it rang alongside the thundering of his mind.

“Calum!” He couldn’t find her. He could hear her but she wasn’t there. It was the wind again, that damned wind that filled his ears with lies and promised things he’d never have.

Was it a memory or just a dream? What difference did it make when the feeling was just the same? The fear settled within him, the scarring moment of seeing her face filled with tears and being powerless to do anything about it. How could he be so reckless? Dragging her into this thinking that nothing wrong could come with it. Could she ever forgive him for not finding her sooner? Could he ever forgive himself?

What does it all matter now when they were standing near their end anyways?

“Cal-! Umph!”

His arms were wrapped around her the moment he turned around, bringing her impossibly closer to his chest as he relished in her touch, memorizing the texture of her hair and the perfume that she used; the way her hands found their place on his back, tightening her grip; the way in which her chest rose and fell with ease, feeling how her heartbeat became comfortable in the embrace. All the things he’d learn but took for granted. All the things he couldn’t explain.

All the things that he might not get to have, he would savor them one last time.

If the people around them found it strange, or even appropriate for a husband to hug his wife, they didn’t say. They just spared them a quick look and moved on; they all had their own goodbyes to worry about.

After a few moments, Y/N broke the silence between them.

“Cal? Are you okay?” She felt Calum take a deep breath before pulling away from the embrace “Why did you offer to go back to the castle?”

“Could you tell me that if I hadn’t done it, you wouldn’t have volunteered instead?”

And there it was: The question that they both knew the answer to; the one that explained Calum’s rush and assertiveness.

Y/N took a step back, looking at Calum with big doe eyes that served as a reminder of her age. She was still a child, barely twenty-one. They were all children forced to grow up fast.

“That’s not fair”

“No, what’s not fair is you wanting to put yourself in situations of grave danger!” Calum raised his voice with every word, scolding her “We talked about this, Y/N!”

“They are my people, Calum”

“And you’re my wife!”

“I’m more than just your wife!”

“Do you think I don’t know that?!” He yelled, eyes opened wide and filled with tears “Every single fucking day of my life I wake up knowing that you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, and it terrifies me to know how easily I could lose you! Don’t you get it? Your life is worth more than I can say and it kills me to know that I can’t protect you!”

“I can defend myself,”

“Congratulations! You’re still not going”

Calum turned around, ignoring the looks of the bypassers as he made his way back to the training field. He could still feel Y/N’s eyes burning into his skull, knowing she was following him.

“So, that’s it?!” She yelled, her teary voice breaking at the end “You get to decide for me because you’re scared of me getting hurt, so I’m to stay here wondering whether you’re alive or not?! How is that fair?!”

“We are not to discuss this any longer-”

“Oh, fuck off!” She said, walking faster and getting in front of him to cut his way. Calum was still unable to meet her eyes “Look at me, Cal. Why are your fears of me getting hurt not the same as me worrying about you?”

“Y/N…”

“I watched you die in front of me! I saw the pool of blood you left that day in the woods, I called your name and you wouldn’t wake up! I thought you were dead for nearly a day and it nearly killed me. I would’ve died with you that day. So don’t you dare say it’s not the same; don’t you dare leave me behind once again. I lost you once and I’m not going to lose you again”

“It’s not the same,” He said through gritted teeth, still not looking directly at her.

“Why?!”

“Because I’m no one!”

Y/N was taken aback by the volume of his voice. Calum has never yelled like that before, but, at the same time, Calum has never looked so broken before.

His shoulders were tense as he looked up at the sky, battling with the tears that were threatening to come out. His hands were shaking and he tried to hide them, not wanting anyone - not even his wife, to know how terrified he actually was.

“If you die, is not just me who would carry the pain” He explained, voice so delicate it could break at any second “If you die, you have a kingdom that will be left without its princess; a brother that will be left without a sister; a martyr that died too young before she even got the chance to live! Y/N, I’ve always known that you were more than just my wife. You’re the hope for a bright future that’s to come. And me? Who will remember a stable lad?”

“Calum, that’s not-”

“I have nothing left but you. I have no home, I have no family. If I lost you, I’ll have nothing. You’re my everything, my rose, and I will do everything in my power to keep you from harm. You have so much left to live for, and I know you’ll be strong enough to keep going after I’m gone. I believe in you, Y/N. I’m devoted to you like a saint, for I have prayed to every god yet none of them care for me the way you do, I owe you my life. And the least I can do is make sure you can live yours fully”

Y/N cried silently at his words, trembling lips fighting against a sob. Calum took a step closer to her, cupping her cheek and placing a small, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I love you more than anything, my rose” He whispered “Please, don’t let my love go to waste and let me go. I promise I’ll do anything to get back to you”

The words she could’ve said got stuck in her throat as he pulled away one last time, giving her one last look before he went back on his way, leaving the princess standing alone in the field.

*

The sun was starting to set when Calum came back to their tent, tired and with most of his muscles aching due to training, even if he spent the last hour with the Committee planning how he’ll infiltrate the castle and bring the message to the crows.

“My name is Calum Hood, I come in the name of the rightful king, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. You have a chance to do the right thing, join our fight and get a pardon for treason against the nation”

A bit rehearsed, not something Calum would choose to say to a bunch of scared young men to convince them to switch sides in the middle of a battle. But it was what the committee deemed propped and simple, if they wanted an out, he would offer them one.

The plan was that he would get a few hours of sleep and he’ll leave by midnight, alone. He would enter the castle by the dungeon’s secret passage and get to the soldiers’ sleeping quarters; if he succeeded without getting caught, he would be back by dawn. In the meantime, the troops will begin to move toward the castle, trying to get some sort of advantage on the territory. They will be at Richard’s door before the sun starts illuminating the fields.

Calum knows how risky this is. He knows that entering enemy lines could be considered a bad move, especially when it was clear to all of them that Richard knew what he was doing. If he gets wind of what their new plan is, Calum will be dead by morning.

Still, he had to try. Not only for RoseWood and Y/N. But for all of his friends that were forced to turn on their nation; for all of the families that were broken; and the ones who didn’t make it. If he could bring them peace, if he could bring them to safety, it’ll all be worth it.

It was a noble duty despite its dangers. He wasn’t surprised when Y/N suggested it. If there is something he prides himself with is knowing his wife’s heart. Always so pure and kind, so selfish even though sometimes that drives him mad, it was something he respected and admired. And maybe that’s why he offered to do this job even before she had a chance to do it herself. He wanted to prove himself to her, be deserving of such heart, such kindness.

He feels as though he has failed her so many times in the past, unable to protect her from her father or Jack… he is not to fail again.

With that thought in mind, he wondered where she was. Maybe she was back at the infirmary or maybe she was helping Charlotte take care of Daisy. He thought to look for her, but the moment he sat upon the bed and took off his shirt, the exhaustion of the day came crashing into him.

But luckily, almost as if she read his mind, Y/N appeared at the door.

“Oh,” She said, surprised “I didn’t think you’d be back here”

Calum’s heart broke at the sound of her voice, so fragile and small. She’d never acted like that in front of him before, not even when he found out about the leaves.

“I can leave, if you want,” She offered “I can go and stay with Charlotte tonight or-“

“Stay,” He said way too quickly “Stay, please? I- I want you here, rose. I want you with me if that’s okay with you”

The seconds it took Y/N to answer with a nod seemed like ages to him until she finally crossed the entrance. She was still wearing her apron, the one maesters were required to use when working, and the expression of her face read of tiredness alongside a grim shadow. He didn’t quite catch it then, but it was clear that something was bothering her to the point of erasing all evidence of the smile he loved so much.

“I brought you some tea,” She said, and only then did Calum notice the small mug she held in her hands “I thought you might need strength after training, especially knowing what you’re about to do-“ She stopped herself from going into that topic again “I was going to leave it near your side of the bed and then go back to the infirmary, but-“

Calum got up from the bed and strode over to where she was standing, cutting her off as his hand went to cup her jaw and captured her lips in a tender kiss. The mug on her hand nearly fell to the ground as she got completely blindsided by the action, but welcomed it nonetheless, kissing him back with all of her might and never wanting to let go.

He pulled away for an instant only to kiss her again, and again, and again; getting drunk on her taste and the sweetness lingering on every kiss, humming when he felt her smile against his lips.

“You’re perfect” He whispered, eyes shining in fondness and adoration.

Y/N gave him a sad, small smile “I’m far from it”

Calum shook his head, softly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

“You have no idea, do you? How every star pales in comparison to your light and how every rose would beg to be your bouquet. The way birds stop singing when you talk just to hear your voice, and how the sun burns brighter when he’s in your presence”

She smiled, pushing him away playfully as she made her way to their bed “You’re imagining things”

“I’m just describing the truth of my feeling every time I see you, my rose” He confessed, sitting right next to her as he accepted the mug filled with tea “Truthfully, I should’ve done that sooner. Should’ve done that every day of my life”

Y/N rested her head over his shoulder as he drank his tea, watching him carefully as she said:

“I don’t want you to think that I'm not thankful for you, Calum” She sighed, making him look at her, frowning upon seeing tears in her eyes “Let it be no doubt in your mind that you’re the light of my life, my best friend and my partner. I have loved you all my life and it’ll never stop, not even if death tears us apart. You’re more than just your name, you’re worth more than you believe yourself to be, and it kills me that you don’t see yourself the way that I do”

“Y/N…”

“You have saved me in more ways than one, countless times. You had loved me and made me feel deserving of it, even when my debt to you might never be paid. I’m so thankful for you and for all that you’ve done. You’re a great man, Calum Hood, and I’m honored to be called your wife”

Calum couldn’t say anything back as she leaned over for one more kiss. This time it was more urgent, needy, and heartbreaking. It felt too much like the last kiss and he couldn’t keep his mind out of it.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

She pulled away slowly, almost as if she was being forced to leave the comfort of the kiss. He heard her crying, but Calum could not open his eyes.

“I love you, Calum” His eyelids were heavy, his body almost numbed “I love you so much”

“Y/N, what is…?” His voice was drifting, the sound of the outside world was fading into nothingness as he felt himself fall deeper and deeper.

“Please, do forgive me”

“No…”

And then, it all went dark.

*

He woke up with a dry throat, almost jumping out of bed with words left unsaid, covered in a cold sweat despite the weather being breezy. What did he dream, he couldn’t remember. He didn’t think he dreamt at all. He just remembers the feeling of some familiar hands caressing his cheek, whispering something too close to an apology before he fell asleep.

There was too much noise outside; horses running and whining, people shouting accompanied by the different sounds of steel clashing against different surfaces. Shadows were projecting inside his tent, shadows of men running around with torches and swords, all of them speaking different tongues that Calum could not understand.

How much time did he sleep? The last thing he remembered was…

Oh. Oh, no.

He jumped out of bed and sprinted outside as fast as he could, barely even putting on his shirt as he ran barefoot across the field, calling her name and crashing against other soldiers as he prayed that he wasn’t too late.

“Charlotte!” He yelled when he spotted his friend over at the infirmary tent “Charlotte!”

The woman snapped at the sound of her name, eyes widening in shock when she realized who had been calling her.

“Calum! What are you doing here?!”

“Where’s-“ He panted “What time is it?! What’s going on?! Where’s Y/N?!”

Charlotte tried to call him down, placing her hands at either side of his shoulders as she helped him breathe.

“It’s past midnight already, the troops are getting ready to leave at any minute!” She answered, but Calum could barely hear her over the pounding in his ears and the echo of a name.

“Y/N- Where’s Y/N?!”

Charlotte blinked up at him “I- I thought she was with you”

Calum fell to his knees in that instant, scraping them against the dirt. His head was about to explode, screaming in silence, calling her name in the dark. He should’ve known, he should’ve known!

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t!

His breath was short and fast, he was hyperventilating as the beating of his heart ran a thousand miles per hour. He failed her. Once again, he failed to protect her.

Charlotte called for a maester, for anyone that could help. But once again Calum blocked the sound, repeating Y/N’s words over and over again in his head, trying to find a way in which he could stop her. But it was too late.

His eyes were staring straight forward, across the trees that guarded the woods he knew so well, at the direction of the castle where his wife was now heading to her death.

*

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The Rest Of Our Lives - Mason Mount Series🦋 (Chapter Five) Adrenaline

Warnings: Smut by 10000% (18+ only)

Recommended listening: Te Amo by Rihanna (Slowed).

Taglist: @storyofavengers @wheelergrealish @football-rambles

A/N: god damn I need jesus or something

‘then we danced underneath the candelabra she takes the lead, that’s when I saw it in her eyes’

——————————————————————————-

After exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues for what felt like a beautiful, long-awaited eternity, Mason pulled away just as I began running a hand through his hair, another on his lap inching closer and closer to the buttons of his jeans. His eyes gazed into my soul almost searching for answers though I wasn’t too sure of his questions.

“What’s wrong?..” I asked worriedly, catching my breath as I scanned his face in confusion. Was he now realising he had made a mistake and regretting his decisions? Did he not want me? Did I no longer feel like home to him after a bit of kissing? Was he going to tell me get out and leave again? My heart started sinking in front of him waiting for him to respond.

“No no nothing I swear, I just.. I want feel even closer to you again I do, but I don’t want to rush things and have it to seem like I’m just using you.” He mumbled, his throat drying up again already. I knew exactly what he was talking about and where he was coming from, and as much as I appreciated his sentiments and how respectful he was being towards me, I wanted him the same way; not just emotionally but physically too. Though maybe he was right, maybe it was all a bit too soon. After all, we had only reconnected again tonight and since I was only starting regain trust in him, his thoughts about not having sex possibly aiding this healing and rebuilding process were wishes I should probably respect and abide by. Not only that, but they say sex forms an attachment bond especially in females, no matter how casual it may be; it’s like something we don’t have control over. We just feel more emotionally invested and connected when we engage intimately because of hormones being released. So if I didn’t want to get too attached again too quickly in fear of him doing another disappearing act, it was something we should more than likely refrain from. But god damn did I want him so bad.

Biting my lip in a conflicted manner, I nodded to ensure he knew that I understood him. “I’m sorry I- listen, how about we just leave it for tonight okay?” he practically whispered, his voice so soothing and sincere. Before I could do anything else, he stood up from where he was sitting on the bed and placed himself in front of me bending down to sit on his heels. I turned to face him as his hands deposited themselves on my knees. “We’ll have plenty of time for it Soph. The rest of our lives actually. I’ve already said it but I’ll say it again and again if I have to. I’m not going anywhere. Not this time. And I want to show you that okay?” he reassured me with a soft half-smile.

“Okay,” I answered, the pair of us now sounding like Hazel-Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters from ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. Coming up from where he had been positioned, he gently clasped his hands around my head and kissed my forehead. If sex wasn’t on the cards tonight meaning all the feelings and attachments wouldn’t come flooding back that way, then the forehead kiss would surely be the culprit and do it. He had now made his way over to the walk-in wardrobe, beginning to fumble through a shit-ton of clothes before picking out a cosy looking t-shirt of his for me to wear to bed and holding it up in front of himself for me to see. Raising his eyebrows and pointing at it with his free hand, I nodded and smiled.

“Hopefully this is alright, I don’t think it should be too small or too big for you.” He added, walking back to meet me.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine Mase.” I replied encouragingly. Taking it from his hands, I removed his jacket from myself and placed it back on the bed. Now nervously diverting his attention before I had started to undress, he walked in the direction of his bedroom door.

“I’ll uh- I’ll leave you change.” He announced. “Are you hungry or anything? I can go make you food if you are..”

Knowing he was being shy and was probably looking for an excuse to leave so that I could disrobe, I responded. “Oh no I’m- I’m good thank you..”, I expressed, as Mason’s eyes focused even further on the floor. “But maybe a glass of water would be nice.” My throat was dry from all the crying and I really didn’t want to have a hangover in the morning despite being more than sober now.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he inclined and left the room, a few little words like “water” “right” “sure” “okay’s” parting his lips on his exit. He was so cute. So considerate and respectful. And it wasn’t hard to see, no matter who it was he encountered throughout life. But that’s what made what he done to me in the past so incomprehensible. So unlike his character. Though I didn’t know why back then, and now I did. He only ever had my best interests at heart, even if he didn’t exactly go the right way about exhibiting it. He was making it his main priority to try again though. His mission not to lose me. Thus, he was sort of treading on eggshells despite not needing to, because he really didn’t want to fuck anything up.

Once he had gone I began removing the clothes I was wearing, until I was almost completely naked, leaving only my underwear on. Pulling the slightly oversized fabric he had given me over my head, I was now much more comfortable. And the best part was that it smelled like him, even though it had been washed. His scent was one that lingered in the air like a mix of a fresh sea breeze and rich whiskey beside a roaring fire on a cold winters night. Quickly placing my clothes onto a chair in his room and tying my hair up into a messy bun, I sat patiently awaiting his return. As he arrived back with a pint glass of water in hand, his face went from a little grin to a sort of astonished look. He gulped as I took the beverage from his grasp.

“Thank you.” I beamed at him, but there was no response from him. “Mase?” I chirped, his eyes widened as he took note of my body in one of his garments.

“Right yeah no, sorry, you’re welcome Soph..” he vocalised. “Fuck, that looks good on you.” Whether he just thought I looked decent in his t-shirt because it just suited me, or because it was his, I smirked sheepishly nonetheless.

“Thanks,” was all I could get out, trying not to blush even more than I already was. Advancing to the other side of the bed, I began to take a sip of the water, however I had accidentally spilled some down my chin and onto my chest area. It wasn’t a whole lot, but enough for my breasts to become visible to him.

“Oh shit.” I mumbled, putting the glass down on the locker and trying to dry myself as best I could, but my rubbing wasn’t salvaging it at all. Mason was now flabbergasted, one hand on his hip, the other running down his face to his mouth as he twisted his lip.

“Bloody hell..” he trailed off, breathing out deeply as his little accent almost sounded like Ron Weasley from ‘Harry Potter’. “You’re looking way too hot righ- I mean gorgeous right now.” Focusing my attention from my boobs back to him, I was gaping as much as he was. There was suddenly an awkward moment of silence between the two of us, until we both broke into a giggle.

“Oh shut up.” I remarked, going a bright shade of crimson. Looking back down, Mason advanced towards me. As he towered over me, my heart began racing and my breath became a lot heavier. He lifted my chin up with his index finger so that my eyes concentrated on his cheeky and vibrant little profile.

“Mase I don’t think I can sleep in th-..” I began speaking, but he cut me off with his lips, sending shivers down my spine like little sparks of electricity.

“Then don’t.” He whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck as I closed my eyes.

“But I thought we agreed we wouldn’t do anything..” I swallowed, all my senses now tingling as he traced my thigh with his thumb.

“I know, and we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll respect your wishes. But fuck me, the things I want to do to you right now.” He stated. Without saying anything else, I reached up to meet his lips again, my fingers now caressing his head from behind. I wanted him even more than I did before. And I knew I was taking a risk. But it that moment, risking everything again felt worth it. I needed him. I longed for him.

Taking the hint, he bent down slightly and pulled me up by the back of my thighs, his arm supporting the small of my back as we closed the distance between our mouths again, this time with more passion than ever. It just came so naturally, like two pieces of a puzzle connecting to complete the final piece after both had been missing for so long. We weren’t glued or completely solidified together once more just yet, but we were holding our place at this moment in time.

Edging back towards the bed, Mason turned us around so that my back was closest to it, before gently laying me down. I swiftly took my top off as Mason removed his own clothes, his muscles making him look like he was carved by the gods. My body trembled as he pushed my legs up, his teeth now withdrawing the cheap Chelsea-blue laced thong from Primark away from my skin.

“Good choice.” He smirked, his tongue pressed against his back teeth as he held them up and threw them on the floor. Before I could get another word in and respond to his comment, he had buried his head between my thighs, kissing each side the same amount of times with the same amount of delicacy.

“Mase..” I whined in a whisper as he looked up to meet my eyes, his tongue beginning to find my folds so tenderly. My own eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as he licked and sucked away, my hand tugging at his brunette locks. Touring me for what felt like a lifetime but still what would never be long enough, he adjusted himself. I went to sit up to remove his boxers and pleasure him in the same way he had done to me, but he stopped me by my shoulders and feebly pushed me back down.

“Not tonight. Tonight is about you gorgeous. I told you, as much as I would love it, I don’t want it to seem like this about me just gaining something. I want you back in my life more than I want that.” He announced. Nodding to show my understanding, he slowly removed the fabric from himself, and grabbed a condom from his drawer rather than from the wallet of his jeans; which was something I was so glad to see.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, making sure he definitely had my consent.

“Yeah.” I declared. That’s when he saw it in my eyes. I trusted him for the first time in forever. Not completely, but enough to let this beautiful moment unfold. Giving himself a few light strokes, he placed himself at my entrance ahead of entering. That first feeling of him sliding in was like waves of euphoria between us both. Letting out a prolonged moan, I arched my back, each of his pumps getting quicker and quicker but still remaining at a steady pace.

“Fuck Soph..” he groaned, his own satisfaction visible.

We went for a lengthy period of time, his hard erected member reaching every one of my sweet spots, like a push pin pinpointing every country on a world map. Finally giving in and allowing myself to reach my climax, I released gaining a number of moans from him.

“Ughhh Mason.” I cried out, sending him over the edge. Hearing his name being called out during sex was one of his favourite things in the world, especially when he had a connection with the person he was engaging with.

Before he liberated himself, he quickly glanced at my face, before opening his mouth again.

“I love you Sophie Fraser.” he affirmed, now filling up inside of me.

“I love you too Mase..” I muttered, almost with a whisper.

Yep. I was fucked, both now literally and figuratively speaking. But it wasn’t just sex, it was like we had just made love again. And I did love him. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

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Eden & Emrys - 🧦🍎💀⚠️🦋🗑️

🧦 a half-asleep text:

emrys: i don evn know eht time it is- but i lvoeyou

🍎 an apologetic text:

emrys: eden i am so sorry. i know i was meant to be home half an hour ago but this oaf wouldn’t stop talking, and i need to stay on his good side so he will continue to help us. 

💀 an urgent text:

emrys: not to alarm you darling but abigail tripped over her stuffed duck and did a header right into the coffee table, so i’m taking her to the hospital just to be safe. 

⚠️ a text meant for someone else:

emrys: hazel, i need you to understand that eden is my wife and she comes first, i can’t keep making exceptions for grant. i need him in the field. end of discussion.

🦋 a loving text:

emrys: i don’t think you will ever truly know how much i love you eden grace. i wouldn’t be half the man i am today with out you.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent:

emrys: you no longer owe a debt to me miss o’conner. you’re free to go about your life as normal without any interference from me or my men.

#c: eden #memes #intheirabsence

[mitali777]

She was like a Fantasy yet malefic Pleasing face with beckoning eyes An unsolved enigma with inner charisma spontaneous smile and a soothing voice. Features portraying no guile only innocence all the while. Her company let him forget, who is he. He lost himself looking into her hazel eyes. Seemed he knew her from ages as though She was so familiar down to the core. Her presence made time fly From evening it turned into a dark sky. Trivial talk and pleasantries alone, exchanged with her and nothing more. ~Mitali 🦋 ©M I T Z H E R E ❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CWqhQwevTuu/?utm_medium=tumblr

[feliix]

over six months ago I read a tiktok comment that said “lee know vs hyunjin is like tom and jerry, but lee know vs seungmin is predator vs predator” and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

#hazel talks 🦋 #I can’t explain to you how much I think about this I just needed to share it #by the way i’m getting a kitten

[witchthewriter]

Hey there :) how are you doing :) would it be okay if I could have a level 3 ship with Vikings, Marvel and Witcher if that’s possible :)

I am a straight 23 year old female who stands at 5”4 with raven hair and hazel eyes, I’m also surprisingly strong for my height. I’m normally shy when talking to people for the first and scared to approach people. When I get to know people, I am more open and hyper around them. I really enjoy testing myself and improving myself as a whole, I also like to take care of other people and make sure they’re doing okay.

My likes include watching Animes such as DeathNote, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer and Black Butler. Reading about history and fantasy novels. Swimming and other physical activities. Horror movies and tv series such as American Horror Story. I also love cleaning a lot and playing video games :)

Thank you so much for your time :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Thank you for participating!

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Ubbe! I think you would do well together because you have an introverted personality which won't be overshadowed by a big personality. He would uplift you rather than take all the limelight.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Likes to tease you; calling you nicknames, pumping his shoulder against your own, biting your ear etc.

・You grew up together, and promised to marry each other when you were kids. But your family moved away

・When he saw you again for the first time in so many years, he run up to you and spun you around. He still does this when he's been away for a long time

Theme Song:

↬ Style cover by Ryan Adams

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Reunion Romance

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steven Grant from Moon Knight! Steven is a very soft-hearted guy, that is trying his best. He loves his hobbies; reading, and history (just like you), and his apartment is covered in books. I think you would feel very at ease with him.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He is constantly bringing back more books, which you love and are always trying to find a place for.

・He'd rather stay in, have some take away and watch a movie. He does like going out, but not all the time. He just prefers your company!

・Likes to play with your hair; twirl it around his fingers. He does it so absentmindedly

Theme Song:

↬ I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Secret Admirer

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Geralt! He doesn't like being around many people, like at all. And thinks the general population are idiots. You would be one of the only people who see the real Geralt, underneath all the grumpiness.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Your first interactions were basically you talking and Geralt grunting. Sometimes this still occurs, but you've grown used to it. It's not that he doesn't like you, or he's being rude - he's just not in the mood to speak.

・You being the only person who can genuinely make him smile and laugh

・He trusts you with information about his past that no one else knows about.

Theme Song:

↬ Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Stuck Together/One Bed

#ships #match ups

[witchthewriter]

Hi! how are you? Would it be okay if I could have a level 3 ship with Vikings, Game of Thrones and Peaky Blinders if that’s okay?

I am a straight 20 year old female who’s about 165cm, I have dark red/black hair and I’ve got green/hazel eyes. I’m normally quite reserved when I start talking to people for the first however I’m quite extraverted when I get to know people. I’m the eldest sibling and I’ve had to take on a guardian role sometimes, so I like to take care of other people and make sure everyone is okay before myself.

I like to keep fit and take care of myself, I wouldn’t say I’m athletic I just like to do what feels good for my well-being. I love to read and write quite a bit, I’m quite creative when it comes to art so I do like to paint. I love to go for walks and I be out in nature

Thank you so much for your time! X

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Thank you for having patience with me!

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Jon Snow!!! I think you would be a great partner for one another. He's very stoic and takes the brunt of responsibility, which would alleviate you.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You're the only one who sees Jon smile and laugh in the same day. It isn't often that people get to see Jon smile, and it's incredibly rare to see him laugh. So the fact that you can make him do both, means that he truly loves you.

・Hot-headed when it comes to you and will draw his sword if anyone speaks against you

・Jon would feel comfortable coming to you with his troubles. Usually he likes to keep them hidden, but with you, he feels like he can be open

Theme Song:

↬ Golden Years by David Bowie

Relationship Tropes:

↬ I Hate Everyone But You

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Bjorn! I think you do well with people who don't shy away from responsibility. He's highly respected in his communities and I think wherever you go, you accumulate respect too. You remind me of Gunnhild in that way!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He is waaaaaaaaaay taller than you, like you have to look upwards to see him. He's like 6'4 and I calculated your height into feet and you're around 5'4 ... he's a whole ass foot taller than you...

・Runs up behind you and picks you up. You're small enough that he can swoop you up into his arms and swing you around while nuzzling into your neck

・Will defend you until his dying breath - and HATES others put you down. He's definitely punched a few eyes and headbutted many men

Theme Song:

↬ Runar by Danheim

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Both Can Destroy Your Ass

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Tommy Shelby. I think you'd both bond over being the bread-winner of your families. The way you hold yourself would draw him in and he actually loves that you like art.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You two have one of those will they won't they relationships. Where you seem like rivals but everyone knows your true feelings. You both ignored your feelings, but at the end of the day, you couldn't deny that you cared for him.

・He calls you "love" as a petname, or he says your name so lovingly that that in itself is a petname.

・Will kill anyone who makes you uncomfortable

Theme Song:

↬ I Need A Man to Love by Janis Joplin

Relationship Tropes:

↬ "Shut Up" x "Make Me"

#match ups #ships

[mitali777]

She was like a Fantasy yet malefic Pleasing face with beckoning eyes An unsolved enigma with inner charisma spontaneous smile and a soothing voice. Features portraying no guile only innocence all the while. Her company let me forget, who am I. He lost himself looking into her hazel eyes. Seemed he knew her from ages as though She was so familiar down to the core. Her presence made time fly From evening it turned into a dark sky. Trivial talk and pleasantries alone, exchanged with her and nothing more. ~Mitali 🦋 ©T H E G L E A M Y G I R L ❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CU2sPNGpOGX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[feliix]

if anyone is working on a minho friends 2 lovers wip please shoot me a dm!! 💗💗💗

#hazel talks 🦋 #signal boost #skz smut #skz

[feliix]

anywaysssssss good morning all 💗💗💗

#it’s 3:33 rn tho 💗 #hazel talks 🦋