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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST

All the works that I've written for the show moon knight/steven, marc, and jake, can be found below!

Under no circumstances may you steal my work, say it's yours, or post it somewhere else. The writings I put on here are mine unless stated otherwise.

smut = 🔥| angst = 💫 | fluff = 🌙

Nocturnal (series) | 18+🔥| Steven Grant x F!Reader x Marc Spector | ao3 | INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: You meet Steven…accidentally. Or so you originally believed until strange things begin to happen, and suddenly you’re dealing with a man you don’t know and a god who won’t leave him alone.

Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me | 18+🔥| Marc Spector x Reader x Layla El-Faouly x Steven Grant

Summary: The first time you kiss all of them.

Turning Pages (series) | 18+🔥| Steven Grant x F!Reader x Marc Spector | COMING SOON

Summary: Books were your solace, your safe haven. You fully believed you were meant for nothing. Until a man named Steven Grant enter your shop and turns your life around.

STEVEN GRANT

Beautiful Madness | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: A secret your neighbor has been keeping finally comes spilling out as a man in a white suit saves you...twice.

Pretty Boy | 18+🔥| kinktober 2022

Summary: Date night with Steven gives you all that you could have wanted and more.

Love's Train | 18+🔥

Summary: A box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

To Be Loved | 18+🔥

Summary: "You didn’t intend to give up your heart—believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

Subtle Things | 18+🔥

Summary: “Steven wasn’t greedy by nature. But something about you flipped a switch in his mind, and suddenly he was a starved man, begging for a taste of whatever you had to offer.”

Long & Lost | 18+🔥| haunted hoedown | dark academia!steven

Summary: You were the poison in his veins, the pomegranate seeds on his tongue. Yet he wanted more. He needed it…just as he needed you.

Echoes of You | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “It was its own kind of torture to be without him for so long. Steven had gotten used to calling it a recipe for disaster.”

Love in a Single Breath | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “With Steven love remained as simple as inhaling a single breath. It was safety and serenity mixed together. Yet in moments like this when passion overtook both your morals, you were left with a burning heat that begged for more.”

MARC SPECTOR

Together We Fall | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: Working with Marc Spector always turned to shit you knew this, and yet you still went along.

Belong To You | 18+🔥| Marc Spector x F!Reader x Layla El-Faouly | kinktober 2022

Summary: A never-ending game of give and take between the three of you, and you thrived off it.

A Sunday Kind of Love |🌙

Summary: A Sunday kind of love…that was all you could have wanted with him.

Devotion | 18+🔥| co-conspirator/writer @/softanon

Summary: Marc needed to relax, but things don’t go as you expect them to.

Middle of the Night | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “In fact you were used to sleep evading you, but something about falling asleep in their bed made things better.”

We Have Time | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “Yet for a moment you felt entirely at peace. As if the universe had stopped time to give the two of you this moment—this small amount of serenity to indulge in the fruit of each other’s bodies.”

JAKE LOCKLEY

Dame Un Beso | 18+🔥

Summary: When Jake Lockley makes you a promise, he rarely breaks it. Even if said promise is to go dancing with you.

Jake Lockley Headcannons | 18+🔥

Summary: Jake Lockely is a romantic who fucks. He can do both.

Stolen | 18+🔥

Summary: Jake Lockley being possessive and hot. Proceed with caution ahead. Not for the faint of heart.

Quiero Sentirme Bien | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “It had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. Which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. The tenderness in his touch, in his kisses.”

Alone With You | 18+🔥| Kinktober 2023

Summary: “Jake loved to see you like this. Sompletely lost to the waves of bliss he could wrought upon your body, and that alone made you relish in it.”

Divine Nights | 18+🔥

Summary: The mornings were calm, unfettered peace. but the nights…those were divine.

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #moon knight smut #marc spector smut #steven grant smut

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thebowerypresents · 9 months

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Ravenous Crowd Welcomes Turnpike Troubadours to the Beacon Theatre

Turnpike Troubadours – Beacon Theatre – July 25, 2023

“Turnpike is still Turnpike.”

It perhaps wouldn’t mean much to big swaths of the known universe, but to the pocket of country music lovers for whom Red Dirt country is a calling card, and the Turnpike Troubadours are one of its most-revered exports, it was everything. Specifically, it was April 2022, and as the beloved Oklahoma six-piece returned to the stage after a hiatus — and, for a hot minute there, a very uncertain future — it was word-as-bond: The band was back in action and ready to slay.

On Tuesday night at the resplendent Beacon Theatre, slay they did. Turnpike Troubadours played their first proper New York City show since 2018, and a ravenous crowd greeted them like conquering heroes, lapping up every snare crack and twang of a 90-minute show. This is a band that really feels it when they’re all on and makes the crowd feel included in that too — you grok these songs. Along with charismatic frontman and singer-guitarist Evan Felker, drummer Gabe Pearson and bassist R.C. Edwards lock in and never fall out of their pocket, and lead guitarist Ryan Engleman and fiddle player Kyle Nix set things ablaze — counterpointing the other’s string tone in hot moments and soft ones alike. Hank Early is the other not-so-secret ace. A swingman in this group, he plays banjo, pedal steel, accordion and dobro, always just right, whether it’s a dapple, pluck, undertone or something else needed. The bigness and nuance in the band’s sound feel like it needs all six of them, any one musical voice would be a conspicuous absence.

The best Turnpike Troubadours songs balance the poignancy of folk with the rollick of stadium country that could veer pop but for these guys, doesn’t ever quite go there. Felker and the rest of the six-piece got to business right away with them on Tuesday, summoning Turnpike staples “Every Girl” and a raucous “7 & 7” and then steering the band into the whipcrack hoedown of “Before the Devil Knows We’re Dead” and the wistful country waltz “The Bird Hunters.”

They’d play with all of these modes again — often multiple times — as they moved panoramically through their best-loved material, including the choogling “The Winding Stair Mountain Blues,” the stinging, rock-leaning “Gin, Smoke, Lies,” the tender “Diamonds & Gasoline” (performed as a duo between Felker and Early on dobro) and “Good Lord Lorrie,” the sad-sardonic love story with not a little Bob Dylan in it. There were new songs too, anticipating the band’s long-awaited new album — next month’s A Cat in the Rain — including “Chipping Mill,” which was self-effacing and somber, and “Mean Old Sun,” which was kind of sinister sounding. Welcome back, fellas. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson

(Turnpike Troubadours play the Beacon Theatre again tonight.)

Photos courtesy of Silvia Saponaro | @Silvia_Saponaro

#A Cat in the Rain #Beacon Theatre #Chad Berndtson #Evan Felker #Gabe Pearson #Hank Early #Kyle Nix #Photos #R.C. Edwards #Review #Ryan Engleman #Silvia Saponaro #Turnpike Troubadours

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tylerdashart · 3 years

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💜💚Rayllum month day three: "Very kissable tiny" hands💚💜

>>link to Blue's one shot here<<

Rayllum month Hiatus Hoedown prompt list by @raayllum

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zuppizup · 3 years

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Really feeling the ‘sleepover’ prompt, it would seem.

#rayllum #the dragon prince #rayla #callum #rayla x callum #callum x rayla #rayllum fanart #zuppi fanart #hiatus hoedown #rayllum month 2021

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illustrator-dani · 3 years

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My only contribution to @raayllum Hiatus Hoadown! Hope you enjoy this fluff/crack fic.

Also happy birthday to the sassiest moonshadow elf we know and love, Rayla.

"Daddy, what does momma like for her birthday?" Eliot asks, tugging on his fathers coat as they walk back to the castle. "Uncle Ezran says that she loves adoraburrs but there aren't any around here."

Callum chuckles at his five year old sons statement and squeezes his hand. "Well, what does she like the most?"

"You and me."

"Yes and?"

"Uncle Ezran, Soren, and family!"

"Yes, would you like to draw the family portrait this year?" Callum asks, hiding his smile as he sees his little boys face light up.

"Yes daddy!" He squeals when Callum picks him up and head towards his office where he stores his paint supplies.

Silver hair, small horns, and green eyes, Eliot is everything that Callum could've wanted. What started as a fight for his life, ended up being a second chance for Eliot to become something greater, someone greater.

Even though he no longer had arcanum inside him, little Eliot has been loving bows and bonding with Grandpa Runaan. Despite what Callum feels about his little boy running around with a bow an arrow at five years old, he wouldn't have it any other way. Having his son and wife with him everyday is everything he has ever wanted.

"Daddy, mommy is coming back!" Eliot shrieks in his fathers ear and the mage lets go of the boy to let him run over to Rayla. Callum follows and watches as Eliot dives for Rayla's legs and was amused when she scoops up the child instead. "Ahhh, mommy nooooo! You messed up my stealth practice!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mommy won't mess with your training again." Rayla says, glancing at Callum who shakes his head in amusement. "What were you doing with daddy, Eliot? You know he is very busy this time of year."

Eliot frowns and looks over at his father for help. Seemingly forgetting about his many duties and promises of helping Ezran have a successful harvest festival this year had him on the verge of panic. Still, today is important and they can wait.

"I can manage a day off to celebrate my wife's birthday, don't you think Eliot?" Callum asks earning a small smile from the little boy.

"That reminds me! Daddy, distract mommy so I can finish her present!" Eliot yells and proceeds to push the two adults out of Callum's office. With the door shut and lights in, the five year old was left with paper and paints.

What chaos can a five year old create without adult supervision?

A lot.

Never will Rayla leave Callum alone with Eliot ever again. No painting without supervision. The staff were hard at work to clean up Eliot's giant picture of his family on his fathers wall. Not only was the paint hard to wash out, it was directly in front of a window overlooking the kingdom.

Eliot, with paint in his hair and face covered in paper cuts, laughs at his mommy who was trying to rub paint off his knees as gentle as possible. Callum helped by providing rain for all three to soak in. They were in the forest for privacy reasons, it also may not be because Soren and Ezran were laughing this butts off at the couples circumstance.

"Happy birthday mommy!" Eliot says, beaming at his mother who stares at him with horror when he wraps his little arms around her. She smiles at Callum and his face goes white.

"Eliot, wanna hug daddy with paint?" She says smiling.

"YES!"

Callum, Rayla, and little Eliot had to take a bunch of baths to get the paint off their skin and out of their hair. Turns out moonberry juice helps a lot to get xadian oil paint out of one's hair.

Bonus:

"What do you mean we used all of the moonberry juice that Katolis had gotten six days ago? You mean that we used every single drop to get the paint off!" Rayla screams at Soren who attempts to keep his face straight.

"Yep." He says with a smug smile as the elf takes out her swords with a sigh.

"Time to smuggle some from poor Runaan and Ethari. They wouldn't mind if I come dragging the body of my husband right?"

"Umm, probably the-"

"That wasn't a question, Soren."

#rayllum #rayllum child #Eliot #the dragon prince #tdp fic #this turned into a crack fit #fic #anyways my one and only contribution to Raayllum month #rayllum month #Rayla's birthay #hiatus hoedown

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goofygomez · 3 years

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Moonlit Wishes - A Rayllum Fanfic

Hey everyone, long time no see! I've been on hiatus for a very long time, and it's very quite good for my mental health. Recently I binged The Dragon Prince on Netflix (highly recommend it) and decided to do as I do and write a fic for it.

This one in particular is inspired by @raayllum's amazing Hiatus Hoedown. This time I'm taking a crack at Day 1: Talking to the moon. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Here's a link to the Ao3 story, if you'd prefer to read it on there.

Description: Callum and Rayla discuss the differences in their cultures' way of wishing upon celestial bodies, fluff ensues.

Wordcount: 3386

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Callum had always loved the moon, even as a child. It had always looked to him as a watchful eye, surveying the world beneath it. His mother would take him on nightly strolls along the castle to go see it, and she knew the secret passages to the highest towers without alerting the Crownsguard. She called them ‘their little adventures’. Of course, she was the Queen, so they did not really need to sneak around, but Callum found their nighttime wanderings something… magical.

They would stare up at the moon and tell each other about their days, sometimes sharing a jelly tart from the town baker until eventually, he’d fall asleep on her lap. He never did get to tell his mother how much those nights meant to him before it was too late. Nearly ten years later, that void in his heart still ached every time he looked up at that beautiful silver moon.

“What’ya thinking about?” came the voice of Rayla from behind him. He turned to see his girlfriend tilting her head at him.

“Nothing, just… thinking,” he said.

“Oh, that’s specific,” teased the elf.

Callum rolled his eyes and took her hand in his, four fingers against five. Her silver hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, a small braid poking its way through it on her left side. Her lilac eyes, bright and alert as ever, looked into his green ones, and a goofy grin spread across her lips.

“Just thinking about you… and how beautiful you are,” he said, trying his best at sounding smooth. It was partially downplayed by his voice cracking, but she giggled nonetheless.

“Shut up, you dummy.” She punched him playfully on the shoulder.

“C’mon, I wanna show you this place,” he said, gesturing behind him.

They were on the outskirts of the Katolian Capital’s forest, walking down a partially obscured path. Large, ancient trees stood like sentries on either side of them, their tops barely obscuring the silver rays of moonlight seeping through the branches, casting odd, elongated shadows over the packed dirt. Dead leaves and pine needles were strewn about haphazardly, almost deliberately to accentuate their footfalls.

Callum thought of the last time he came to this particular spot with his brother and step-father. It seemed an eternity ago that they’d played ‘I spy’ on this very path. Now, their father was dead and Ezran, newly crowned King of Katolis, had spent the first few months of his rule advocating for the union of the human kingdoms with the Xadian population, with Callum at his side. It had not been easy so far, as some wounds were still fresh in the other rulers’ minds, but Ezran had still not lost hope.

Rayla had been with them most of the time, trying her best to be an ambassador for the young king, though her status with the Moonshadow elves was still under review. Callum assured her that they would eventually be forced to lift her banishment, but some of the elder elves were… stubborn in their thinking. He just hoped they would listen to them when they arrived there next month.

After a few minutes of silent pacing, punctuated solely by their soft footsteps and the occasional chirping of crickets, they arrived at a large clearing. Just ahead of them, a small lake shimmered under the moonlight. The packed dirt on the path gave way to lush green grass, illuminated both by the starry sky and fireflies. The bank closest to them was filled with small boulders, eroded by millennia of contact with the eerily still waters.

Callum stepped back to let Rayla see the whole picture and grinned.

“So? What do you think?”

The elf glanced around the clearing with awe and wonder in her eyes. Callum did not fail to notice her disgruntled expression directed at the peaceful water.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going into the lake,” he assured her, chuckling when Rayla sighed dramatically.

“Thank the Moon,” she said, nodding. “If you had brought me to a nighttime swim, I would probably break up with you.”

“Duly noted.” He took her hand again and led her to one of the boulders, careful not to steer her too close to the water’s edge. “I just thought it would be fun to just… hang out here.”

They sat on the rock and spread out, stretching their legs slightly after a half-hour walk down the forest.

“It does seem peaceful,” she conceded, laying her head on his shoulder. “Been a while since we were able to do this.”

Callum sighed. “I know.” Between assisting his brother and Rayla’s constant trips to and from Xadia, they had not had much time to themselves as a couple. “I promise to make a little more time when you’re here.”

“At least it’s for a good cause, right?” said Rayla. “I mean, Ez needs all the help he can get. Plus, we’ve got a lot of time to… catch up once things settle down.” She looked up at him with a fond smile.

Callum thought of all the times, even before they got together, that they just sat on a patch of dirt or some rock, looking at the sky and wondering when their mission would be over; wondering if they’d ever see their homes again, or would live to tell the tale.

“I just want to know when that is. Even just an estimate would be nice,” he said half-heartedly, letting out a deep breath and leaning forward to place a caste kiss on her lips. “But this is worth the wait.”

“Look who’s all sappy all of a sudden,” she said with a grin and kissed him again. “I love you, dummy.”

“I love you, too.”

They sat there, enjoying each other’s presence for what felt like forever, but could only have been ten minutes. A soft breeze had picked up from the east, creating ripples on the otherwise still surface of the lake; distorting the reflection from the crescent moon above. He looked up once more, wondering if his mother was out there somewhere, overjoyed that her sons were following in her and Harrow’s footsteps.

Just as he scanned the sky for whatever signs she would send him, something incredible happened. Almost as if called upon by his thoughts, a shooting star streaked across the star-strewn sky, bright and beautiful. As fast as it had come, it vanished.

“Look, did you see that?” he exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the spot where it had just been.

“Uh, what am I looking at?” asked Rayla, confused.

“The shooting star, right there.” He closed his eyes and muttered under his breath. He could feel Rayla staring at him, and after a few seconds, opened his eyes to see her wide-eyed and thoroughly confused.

“Wha- What just happened?” she said, glancing between him and the sky.

“It’s a shooting star,” he said matter-of-factly. “When you see one, you make a wish. Don’t elves do that?”

“Wait, humans wish upon shooting stars?” she asked incredulously. “Why?”

Callum shrugged. “I don’t know, we just do. It’s a tradition or something.”

“Humans are weird.”

“Sure, what do you guys wish upon? The moon?” he said with a smirk, enjoying a little too much how pink her cheeks got.

Rayla scoffed. “As a matter of fact, we do,” she said, trying and failing to sound indignant.

“But the moon is there every night,” he said, glancing up at the sky and frowning. “That’s a lot of wishes.”

“We only wish on a New Moon, dummy,” she explained patiently.

“Why only the New Moon?” Callum asked, genuinely curious. It seemed logical enough that they wouldn’t wish on the moon every single night, but any insight into his girlfriend’s culture was something he did not take lightly.

“Well, the idea is that a New Moon signals the beginning of another cycle. The halfway point between two Full Moons, which is when we’re at our strongest. The Moon Arcanum supposedly… blesses us when we’re at our weakest.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Callum said pensively. “More sense than whatever humans came up for shooting stars, at least.”

“So… what did you wish for just now?”

“I can’t say.”

“Why? Is it embarrassing?” teased Rayla, poking him in the ribs. He chuckled but shook his head.

“No, because if I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“Well that’s no fun,” she said with a pout.

Callum shrugged and scooted closer to Rayla, taking her right hand in his and squeezing gently. They both sighed contently, almost as if they knew what the other was thinking; could sense the peacefulness and the stillness of the air around them.

“Tell you what, if it comes true, I’ll let you know,” he said, kissing the top of her head, careful to avoid her horns.

“Sounds good,” she said. “So what were you muttering before? I have good hearing but it barely sounded like words.”

“It’s like a little song you say before you make your wish?”

Rayla studied him curiously, nodding along as he spoke. She seemed to be thinking about something, debating with herself. She blinked once and looked into his eyes.

“Would you teach me?” she asked softly.

“You wanna make a wish?” he said. When she nodded, he sat up straight, facing her. He took her hands in his and grinned. “Repeat after me. Star bright, star light.”

She nodded and followed his instructions. She closed her eyes and sighed before saying, “Star bright, star light.”

“First star I see tonight.” He thought it might not count, as she had not done it before, but it was the thought that counted, right?

She repeated the phrase and her lips curved ever so slightly upwards.

“Wish I may, wish I might,” he continued

“Wish I may, wish I might.”

“Have the wish I wish tonight,” he concluded, opening his eyes and seeing her mouthing the end of the song, nodding almost solemnly. Her eyes fluttered slowly open and landed on him.

Callum heard the rustling of leaves above them, possibly from a squirrel scrutinizing them or a songbird perching on a branch. He thought of all the time they’d have as a couple, especially after their help was not as imperative in the running of Katolis, to just… be happy together. How long had he refrained from letting himself be truly content with his life? And now, being with Rayla, he couldn’t even imagine anything or anyone else for him.

He leaned forward and kissed her ever so gently. Her lips tasted of moonberries, and her violet eyes, almost glowing in the dark, closed as she melted into the kiss and he felt her hand on his scarf, not quite pulling him in but not pushing him either. When they broke apart, he was grinning.

“My wish did come true,” he said, cheekily.

“Mine too,” she replied.

Rayla’s footsteps were light and gentle on the soft ground; years of training to be an assassin still ingrained in her every move. Even eight years after meeting who she now knew was the love of her life, there still was a part of her that kind of missed those times when life was so… straightforward. Even so, as she looked back at Callum – now a few inches taller than he’d been when they met, and growing what could only be described as the faintest shadow of a beard – she knew in her bones that that little part of her was wrong.

He looked impressive with his fur overcoat, his immaculately woven violet undershirt (which he claimed matched her eyes) and his leather boots. He had opted not to wear his signature red scarf tonight, which she suspected was just so he could more prominently showcase his facial hair, which he was weirdly proud of.

Callum stood a little ways away from Rayla, looking up at the moon with closed eyes and a sort of… wistful expression on his face. Her mind instantly brought the memory of one of their first dates to this magical clearing in Katolis, where she’d taught him the strange human tradition of wishing upon shooting stars. Moon and Stars, Ethari had burst out laughing when she had told him. Humans were weird.

Now, her weird human was stoically standing with his hands on his hips. She cleared her throat, leaning against a nearby tree. Callum shook his head as though he hadn’t realized she was there, and grinned.

“Hey, sorry, did I space out?” he said.

“Yeah, it was daytime when you stopped there,” she replied, arching an eyebrow.

He snorted and held out his hand, which she gratefully took. “I’m sure it was less than a minute.”

They resumed their stroll down the familiar path, pine needles crunching merrily under Callum’s less graceful steps. She only rolled her eyes in response and lay her head on his shoulder, doing her very best not to impale him with one of her horns, which had also grown considerably as she reached adulthood. She knew humans had a rather short life expectancy; at least shorter than the oldest elves she knew back in Xadia, but at least their early years of development were more or less even.

She wondered in silence just how much of a difference their physiology would make down the road. Would she outlive him by decades? Would the rest of her human friends do the same…? She shook her head and pushed away those thoughts, choosing instead to bask in the moment; being here with Callum was all that mattered.

Eventually, the trees thinned, thick trunks giving way to mere shrubbery as the clearing they’d been seeking opened up in front of them. A beautiful, albeit terrifying lake, loomed ahead of them, its unnervingly calm waters barely rippling in the autumn breeze. She could see the reflection of the stars in it, flashing intermittently like little candles flickering in the night.

Wordlessly, Callum and Rayla kept following the path until they reached their favourite spot: a large boulder, far enough away from the shore that her skin didn’t prickle with anxiety every time a particularly strong current grazed the edges. Callum had attempted to help her through her fear multiple times, but the best he’d ever gotten her to do was get on a boat without getting extremely seasick.

It wasn’t as though sea travel was a major obstacle between the human kingdoms and Xadia. Most if not all the roads to and from her ancestral home were entirely land-based, so she hadn’t had to brave the murderous ocean ever since their stint with Captain Villads, which she still claimed was one of the worst experiences of her life.

“You alright?” she heard Callum say beside her, as they sat atop the boulder and looked out toward the lake. “You look a little pale.”

“Just a little… cold,” she lied, shrugging. It wasn’t a complete lie, of course. The breeze had picked up considerably in the last half hour they’d been walking, but she was pretty used to the cold when living in Katolis.

Ever the gentleman, Callum took off his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, ignoring her protests. She grinned sheepishly at him and cuddled closer to him, the warmth of the coat enveloping her only slightly more than her closeness to him.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice soft. He moved around for a second before settling in against the rock and wrapping an arm around her.

“Anything for you,” he said. She felt her cheeks heat up, almost childishly. He had complimented her thousands of times over the years, but it still didn’t mean she was used to it.

“Y’know, there was an actual reason I brought us here tonight,” he added after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh?” she said, looking up at him curiously.

“Well, I just wanted to, uh, tell you how much I love you, and how much better you’ve made not only my life, but everyone’s,” he said, clearly fumbling for words, as though he had rehearsed this and did not want to get a single thing wrong. “You’re beautiful and kind, and strong, and…” he trailed off, looking down at her apologetically. “I’m very bad at this.”

She chuckled and sat up straight, facing him as she had all those years ago under a crescent moon. “No, go on,” she said. “I like when you get all flustered.”

“Oh, then this should be a joyride for you,” he said, assuming her same posture. “I just… wanted to show you just how much I love you. Ever since you tried to kill me that night…” He looked at her with a smirk, and it was her turn to flush. “You changed my life, and I wouldn’t trade these last 8 years for the world. You make me feel whole, even in my worst days, or when I’m frustrated by a new spell, or a council meeting gone wrong. You’re always there for me. So…”

He turned slightly to the side and shoved his hand into his pocket, struggling against what she assumed were nerves. She was extremely curious as to where this was going, but her suspicions were rising. Eventually, he pulled out what seemed to be a rather small box. It was violet, like his undershirt and her eyes.

“Rayla,” Callum said, sucking in a breath and looking at her with those big green eyes of his sparkling in the starlight. He opened the small box and Rayla could finally see that it was a silver ring. It was adorned with two tiny amethysts, glinting brightly up at her, flanking what she recognized at once as a Moon Opal. Her breath caught in her throat, tears threatening to break surface with her eyes.

“Will you marry me?” she heard him say, almost hazily; as though in a dream.

She took several long looks at him, then back at the ring, then finally landed on his face, contorted with an awkwardness only Callum could pull off as cute instead of downright constipated. She let out a small laugh and nodded slowly, watching as his emerald green eyes widened, as though he couldn’t quite believe them.

“Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, I’ll marry you, you big dummy.” She launched herself at him and enveloped him in a rather strong hug, tears now flowing freely from her eyes, because who would even judge her for it? After a few seconds – or it might have been an hour – or several moonlit nights – they broke apart. She kissed him deeply and he grabbed the ring from the box, taking her left hand with his own.

“Uh…” he hesitated, looking from her hand to her face. “Which hand do elves wear wedding rings on?”

Rayla couldn’t help but giggle. In any other circumstance, she would have rolled her eyes and playfully punched him in the shoulder. This time, however, she just shrugged. “This one.” She pointed to her fourth finger, smiling.

A little more confidently, he took her hand and gingerly placed the ring on it. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief and chuckled.

“You were really nervous, weren’t ya?” she teased, admiring the ring on her hand. “You knew I was gonna say yes regardless, so why worry?”

“I did, but it still doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking,” he said, shrugging. “You like it?”

“I love it, it’s beautiful,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again.

They lay back against the boulder, looking up at the sky, their hands clasped and breathing deep. The New Moon stood sentry in the sky, grey and muted against the starry night, yet oddly imposing. She could feel the pull of it in her bones; the characteristic surge of energy that nighttime gave her kind. She pondered this as a thought occurred to her.

“Was that what you were doing before?” she asked tentatively, glancing up at her boyfriend. No, not her boyfriend… her fiancé.

“Yeah, I remembered that time you showed me how you guys wish on the New Moon,” he explained, laying his head on the top of hers. “I guess I wanted to be extra lucky tonight.”

“You’re a dork,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“But I’m your dork,” he retorted.

Yes, he was her dork, and she was his. Forever.

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