#p:finn

[raphaelarider]

Neon Nuptials || Ryghts

“Okay, there’s a flight leaving in an hour,” Raphi scrolled through ticket prices on her phone, her hands shaking as adrenaline rushed through her veins. “I’m gonna book it.” Raphi and Flynn had decided just moments before that they would get engaged and fly across the country to get married in the same 24 hours, without telling any of their friends where they were going or what they were doing. “Should I have Corny open the store tomorrow? She has a key...” Raph wasn’t sure if she was actually asking or just thinking out loud, “No, I want it to be a surprise. We can stay closed for a day.” She clicked book now and her heart skipped a beat. A wide grin stretched her cheeks as she looked up at her soon to be husband. “We’re getting married!”

The two of them hopped a cab to the airport, stealing soft kisses and enchanted glances the whole way there. Since Costa Serena was just a small town, they had to travel a ways to the nearest airport. By the time they arrived, they were forced to sprint to the gate, though the excitement that buzzed between them was enough energy to get them there just in time for their departure. “Flight UA5820, Tampa to Las Vegas, prepare for boarding.”

The five hour flight seemed to take at least a hundred years. Raphi let her head rest on Flynn’s shoulder for a while, but she never fell asleep, as she wanted to remember each and every moment. “So, what’s the plan, just find the first chapel open when we get there?” She pulled her phone out again, “Should we go shopping, too? I kind of want to find a dress...”

[ryes-up]

Family is Family || Finn & Rye

Nightshade Row was far from Rye’s first choice of places to spend his time. Prostitutes smiled wider, attempting to turn on their charms more when they saw someone of high standing, hoping for a well-paid night. Drunks stumbled from one bar into the next, or out into the street with a drink still in hand.

Rye’s gaze passed over the Hollow. It was always his second stop, when he was looking to find his cousin. He preferred to find Finn gambling away his life at the House of Snow. It saved him a lot of trouble and bribing of bouncers and prostitutes. Luckily enough, or maybe not so lucky, Rye wasn’t sure how Finn’s streak was going tonight, his cousin was at the House of Snow. The man running the table looked up when Rye approached, offering a large smile. “Good of you to join us, Sir. Roland, take what few chips you have left elsewhere. Make room.”

“No need,” Rye said, waving away the offer and offering an apologetic smile to the patron that he was trying to kick from the table. Often when he came, it was on less interesting business, more out of boredom and a lack of having seen Finn for some time. So he would usually join in the gambling for a short time. Today he came with more of a purpose, though. “Just looking for my cousin.” He rested a hand on Finn’s back and leaned over his shoulder to see how his game was going. “What’s it say, Finn, that I come here to look for you before even trying your home? We do need to catch up. What do you say, come and have a drink with me?”

@finncrow

[raphaelarider]

Downhill || Ryghts

It was a roller coaster of a day for Raphi. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her, though, especially when winter came along. Her work kept her busy, especially with the day’s huge shipment of poinsettias. But, as she walked back to her dorm, a familiar cloud shaded her cheery disposition. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, hugging herself as she hopped up the stairs to her room. Once inside, Raph changed out of her wet clothes. She didn’t bother turning the lights on. If she was honest, she wasn’t even sure if what she put on matched. She didn’t care. She curled up on the couch, tugging her lilac blanket over her head. After a few minutes of sitting in the darkness, the girl reached for her phone. She texted the only person she knew could bring her out of the funk she was in, squinting at the bright screen through the first hints of tears. Pulling the blanket off her head, she turned on the TV, waiting for him to reply. She didn’t expect him to come over or anything, just talking to him would make her feel a little better. The knock at the door made her jump. Sniffling, she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself as she shuffled to answer. “H-hi,” she said softly, pulling the blanket back over her head.

@finn-the-great

[risingsunsugar]

If you weren’t with Finn, who are the top 3 people you would consider next?

I’m not going to answer this, because I am with Finn, I love him and respect our relationship too much to play games like this.

1. @thepuckrmn

2. @peytonhudson

3. @wanderingclark

@finnhudsy

[risingsunsugar]

describe finn in one sentence?

Finn Hudson is the sweetest guy on the planet, he’s also incredibly sexy, funny, kind, a great kisser and always keeps me on my toes (both literally and figuratively!)

@finnhudsy

[ryes-up]

Secrets Between Us || Finn & Rye

It occurred to Rye somewhere around the time that the bartender handed him a second drink and Finn’s third— fourth? More? He’d lost count—that he really shouldn't be surprised how he ended up here anymore. Pretty often, as of late, Rye would end up somewhere with Finn, both drunk, the latter seeming to be much more so, and something unspoken hanging in the air.

Rye felt guilty over it, not entirely sure if it would always be this way now. Since they weren’t children anymore, unmarked by war and its effects. Before rumors of a bastard child were being whispered in Court as well as back alleys. Before Rye had disowned his brother; not publicly of course. But to those that knew Oberon’s true side. Robin, the Nighthawks. The only people that knew secrets Rye wouldn’t dare let himself get drunk enough to spill. If one of the two was going to break over their respective secrets, Rye sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first; too many other lives were tied to his. That was why he limited himself now during these outings to only two drinks. If Finn pushed—well, Rye knew the bartender, and knew he could get her to claim a glass of juice was some mixture of a drink she’d been ‘experimenting’ with. Not a drop of alcohol, but by then Rye was always betting that Finn had had too much to notice.

Guilt and secrets aside, Rye let himself enjoy these nights with Finn. Always, for at least a few short spans, a few minutes at a time maybe, when Rye slurred and stumbled over a simple phrase and sent Finn into a fit of laughter as he tried to choke out what he meant to say, or when Finn was attempting to flirt with someone at the bar, sometimes just then, he could pretend it was like before. Cousins, carefree and unscarred by war, not caring about what happened outside of the tavern walls.

Making his way back over to Finn, an easy smile tugged at his lips. He misjudged the distance though, and bumped into Finn’s back, laughing at himself a bit as he held the drinks high to keep them from spilling. “I was only gone for a minute, I hope you didn’t manage to get yourself into trouble yet,” he teased, before lifting one of the glasses to take a sip of his drink, and pressing the other towards Finn.

@corvuspuellus

[savannaharchive-blog]

Mysteries & Libraries || Favannah

The first time it happened to her she’d been confused, uncertain what to think about the whole situation. For one second she assumed it was some of her classmates pulling a prank on her, but when it happened once again the follow day, she started to get suspicious. It took her exactly three weeks to get used to their ritual, and another three days to accept it. However, she found herself appreciating their gestures more and more each day that passed, and she came to a point where she desperately craved to know who did this to her. It even kept her up at night, even though she wouldn’t admit it.

So when she got to library on a beautiful Friday afternoon, Sav bit her lower lip. There was a new book laying on the table where she usually sat herself, with a blue post-it sticking on it. “Do you think Jay is really dead? Let’s find out... Here’s part two! :-)” The girl chuckled and grabbed the book, inspecting its cover before starting to read the first few pages. However, this time she found herself having difficulties with concentrating since she just kept looking up at the slightest of sounds, wondering who had been giving her books for the past month. She felt like there had been an outspoken bond between her and that stranger, but the more time that passed, the more she wanted to know who they were. Was it a girl? Did she knew them? How did they know her? And most importantly; why did they had such an excellent taste in books?

It had come to a point where she’d leave at night, writing a small letter and placing it on top of the book so Savannah could let them know what she thought of it. And when she returned, she often found post-its on her table. It was odd, really, how she spend an awful lot more time in the library just because a part of her felt excited to read what they’d had to say next. But she also felt a bit pathetic, because after all this time they still hadn’t showed themselves. So when she was finally able to get into the story, she suddenly looked up when she noticed a boy seating himself next to her.