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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing.

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing.

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did.

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.”

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more?

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently.

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?”

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.”

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied.

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck?

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice.

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore.

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend.

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.”

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week.

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts.

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid.

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted.

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck.

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point.

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost.

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.)

“Fuck, Hobi!”

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool.

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood.

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.”

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough?

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought…

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse.

He hates this.

You hate this.

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later.

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all.

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him.

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he.

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you.

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back.

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed.

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting.

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me ☠️ what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white?

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response.

[12:09] Jungkook: ???

You frown, wondering what you said wrong.

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out

[12:10] You: why?

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny.

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes.

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you.

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?”

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.”

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.”

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you.

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back.

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!”

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest.

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic.

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door.

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.”

“Well then, can you relay a message?”

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?”

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.”

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.”

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.”

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers.

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.”

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident.

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep.

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty.

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family.

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll…

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television.

You don’t reply until very late into the night.

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten.

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry.

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short.

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face

[10:16] Jungkook:

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed.

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy.

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat.

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too.

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :(

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off.

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin.

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable.

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically.

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough.

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt.

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm.

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!”

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start.

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s.

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen.

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok.

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes.

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you.

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms.

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies.

“It’s Saturday.”

“It is Saturday.”

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton.

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—”

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait.

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?” he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day.

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously.

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees.

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good.

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.”

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick.

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum.

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.”

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure.

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely.

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?”

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle.

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger.

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm.

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.”

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?”

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb.

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment.

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.”

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips.

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair.

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch.

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty.

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving.

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?”

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!”

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.”

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions.

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric.

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.”

It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion.

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—”

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on.

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight.

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.”

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board.

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.”

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order.

bonus.

“So.”

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair.

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt.

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!”

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?”

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.”

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words.

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?”

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory.

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest.

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite.

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httpdabi · 3 years

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"Swallow it“

Step siblings, enemies, to lovers.

Word Count: 8.1k

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: 18+, spit kink, public sex, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, stepcest (THEY ARE NOT BLOOD RELATED)

,,Open your mouth’’ little Touya said, hiding the small piece of sweet chocolate behind his back happily. Tapping in one place as he waited excitedly. You did as he told hoping he won’t pull any of his stupid pranks. But somehow, you always end up doing what he wanted, trusting your Niichan.

You excitedly clapped your hands once you tasted the sweet taste of the chocolate, smile appearing on your face. ,, Don’t swallow it so fast’’ he said, a little bit disappointed that you didn’t enjoy the taste a bit longer, but it was already done. Chewing few times, you swallowed it.

At the age of 6, your father met Rei. Divorced mother, giving her best to raise her child as good as possible. It didn’t took them long to fall in love with each other, finding the comfort in each other. They both suffered the same way, so it was like a match made in heaven.

Once they married and Rei moved in with her son that was just one year older then you, your heart was almost blowing from all the happiness. You always wanted to have older brother to play with, to protect you and to love you. And Touya was all you wished for. Touya accepted you, not minding that you aren’t blood related. None of you didn’t mind it, since your parents taught you better.

,,Kids, dinner is ready’’ your stepmother said loud enough for you two to hear her. Annoyed that you have to stop the play, you and Touya made your way downstairs, Touya mumbling under his breath how he’s not even hungry.

Your smiled widely once you saw that Rei made your favorite dish, Lasagna. Jumping on the chair, you took the fork and waited for everyone to sit down so all of you could thank God for the dinner and finally eat.

,,Ahhh’’ Touya said, ready to feed you with your favorite dish. Opening your mouth you couldn’t wait to taste it finally, it was such a long time since you’ve ate it. Chewing it fast, you swallowed it in a second, making Touya roll his eyes on you ,, Don’t swallow it yet omg ‘’ he said frustrated with you, making your parents laugh finding it adorable how their kids get along.

,, He told me that I’m ugly Niichan’’ you cried out loud, feeling embarrassed and disappointed. It was your first crush, and yet he called you ugly in front of everyone in the class. You didn’t cry in front of them, but once you found yourself in front of your older brother, you couldn’t stop the small sobs coming from your mouth. You knew that kids were rude, but you still expected less.

,, You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world’’ he said angrily. How dare someone breaks his little sisters heart ? Even tho he was so mad he could burn everyone down, he calmed down, taking one small Schoko-Bon out of his pocket and unwrapping it.

,,Close your eyes’’ he said smiling, his hand on your head patting it slowly. You did as you were told, tears rolling down your cheeks. He didn’t even have to tell you what to do, you opened your mouth waiting for Touya’s surprise. Once he placed the sweet in your mouth, you started chewing it.

Touya’s blood was boiling, that’s not how you eat Schoko-Bon. If you weren’t so sad, he would definitely lecture you how you have to let it melt in your mouth to feel the beautiful sweet taste, but he simply let you have it your way.

,, Should I swallow it ?’’ You rubbed your eyes, cleaning the tears away. You hoped you ate it how he wants, but every time you eat something, you simply had to eat it fast.

,, Swallow it’’ Touya said. It was already too late, you’ve already destroyed the real pleasure the candy was offering you. You were so weird, he thought to himself.

It was midnight, when you tiptoed into Touya’s room, not being able to fall asleep. At your luck, Touya was still awake, playing with his Dragon your father bought him. He was happy that you were there, even tho you were a girl, he always loved to play with you.

,, Oh my god, yess, yess, yess. ‘’ you two heard Rei, giving each others confused looks. ,, Niichan, what is mommy doing?’’ you asked, petting his Dragon slowly.

,, She’s praying, obviously’’ your Niichan said proudly, telling you how it’s probably the best if you two pray too. Of course, once again you did as he told you, praying together with him.

At the age of 16, you found yourself having more friends then you expected. Even tho your parents were encouraging you to live a little, you loved more to spend your time with Niichan then with your friends. If you could, you would spend every minute, every second with him. Your lovely Niichan. If only he felt the same. You were sad when his friends would come over, and he would ignore you.

Once he finally called your name, even tho his friends were over, you almost died out of happiness. Making your way to his room happily, you hoped they will let you spend some time with them.

,, Sit here’’ Touya was tapping with his hand beside him. His friends sitting on the floor. You sat fast beside him, listening to your older brother not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friends.

,, Want something sweet ?’’ Touya asked, making you smile innocently. Once you closed your eyes and opened your mouth , you felt one long and sour Haribo in your mouth. It wasn’t so sour as it was supposed to be, but you still didn’t like the taste of it. Still, chewing it fast and swallowing it, making a weird face.

Touya and two other boys laughed, while Touya was petting your head. ,, Go do your homework, your Niichan will correct it later’’ he said smiling. Once you got out of the room, you could hear the boys laugh saying something about indirect kiss, which you didn’t understand.

,, IT’S HER FOULT TOO! ARE YOU BLIND ?? SHE WAS LEADING HIM ON ALL THE TIME’’ you heard your stepmom scream, not sure what was going on you just ignored them and made your way upstairs slowly.

,, YOU ARE INSANE, HOW DID SH-´´ your father was cut of in the middle of yelling. ,, CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT SHE’S WEARIGN? HOW SHE’S BEHAVING??’’ Rei screamed, loud steps coming your direction as you were about to knock at Touya’s door.

,, DON’T YOU DARE GET INSIDE THAT ROOM’’ Rei screamed. You didn’t understand what was going on. When you left home, everything was very normal, but just two hours later you faced the scary fight your parents prepared.

Their first and last fight. Since after that fight Rei packed her and Touya’s stuff leaving that same night. Looking at Touya, he just passed by you, afraid even to look at you, while his mother was pulling the sleeve of his sweather.

After that night you didn’t see Touya or Rei. Your father was trying to explain to you what happened that night, failing completely. Every night you would cry yourself to sleep, missing Touya. Every day your father would tell you tons of shit about Touya, saying how that boy was devil. How it’s much better it ended this way.

You remembered how your parents weren’t that happy as he was feeding you with the strawberry. Both of them looking at each other as if you did something so terrible.

As the years passed, instead of sadness, you felt so mad. You developed so much hate toward Touya. Why didn’t he contact you ? Not even once. You heard that he and Rei moved in other city shortly after the huge fight. No one told you directly, it was just a rumor for you. Sadly that rumor ended up being truth, since after that night every trace of him disappeared.

Every night you would check your phone, getting mad after seeing that he didn’t contact you, even tho it was so easily to. With instagram and facebook, it was so easy to contact anyone these days. Every time you saw a message or call from unknown number, your heart would go crazy only to find out it was a mistake and on the other line wasn’t him.

,,You have to keep your elbow up and don’t move your upper arm once you throw it’’ Shiggy told you calmly, trying to teach you how to throw that fucking dart. If someone told you that you will start hanging out with your ex brothers best friends, you wouldn’t believe them. Throwing the dart, it ended up at the end of the board, giving you no points.

,, She’ll never learn’’ Kai chuckled, wrapping his arm around your best friend Momo. Rolling your eyes, you wanted to prove yourself, throwing another one but missing again.

Shiggy’s cellphone started vibrating. Not paying any attention to it you just continued throwing the darts around uselessly, while he was facetiming someone. ,, Look who I’m hanging out with’’ he said, placing the phone in front of you, as his head popped beside your own with a big smile formed on his face. Once you moved your focus from the dartboard to his phone, you felt your heart sink, making you feel sick in your stomach.

,,Get that motherfucker out of my face’’ you hissed, pushing the phone away from you and throwing the darts with all the power your had, not giving a shit about the instruction Shiggy gave you few minutes ago. The fact that Touya was in contact with him almost made you throw up from all the anger. Shiggy froze in shock, not expecting that kind of reaction from you, fast moving away from you.

Years passed, and he never contacted you even once.

NASTY MOTHERFUCKER, you thought to yourself, biting your lip in anger.

After the call ended, none of them had courage to ask you what was that about, letting it go simply as that and never mentioning anything about it again. Not even Momo.

You were excited for your hard earned summer holidays. You didn’t plan much, but you were just happy that you could spend the time with your friends without stressing about work or anything.

,,What movie do you want to watch tonight ?’’ your father asked, placing the pizza you just bought in the oven, while you were preparing all the snacks.

,,Hmm..’’ you sighed, thinking. ,, Dumbo’’ you said happily. Momo always laughed at you for watching Disney movies. But in your defense, no one is too old for Disney. You just loved to cuddle yourself in blanket, with warm cocoa drink in your hand and watch some old Disney movie.

Your father laughed loudly once he saw you tearing up, then sobbing when those assholes started separating Dumbo’s mom from him. You were a crying mess every now and then.

,,So, do you have a boyfriend?’’ your father asked, trying to be a good father figure to you and open a conversation, telling you that he would love to meet your boyfriend in the future, only to push his lips into a think line once you told him that you don’t have one.

You laughed when he asked you if you are a lesbian, telling you how he would support you. ,, No dad, I’m not ‘’ you laughed out taking your phone and opening your Instagram feed.

,, Darling, you are really paying so much attention to that silly device ’’ he said. He was always against phones and almost any electronic, always telling you how was it when he was younger.

,, Dad, I want to delete all my social media so bad, but what the fuck am I gonna do ? Go for a walk?’’ you said, as you replied to a text from Momo.

,, Ah whatever, I’m gonna take a nap.’’ He said, standing up as he took the glasses from the table, making his way to the kitchen to clean them.

,,And I’m gonna make your wish come true, and go socialize with people’’ you said, helping him out with cleaning.

Since it was pretty warm, you wore your plaid skirt and simple white shirt. Hopping into your nike airforce, you took wallet and made your way out, to meet Momo in the café.

She wasn’t alone, of course. Shiggy and Kai were there as well, waving their hands at you, like you couldn’t see them. You loved the dull lightning of the café you spent so much time in. Greeting them all, you hopped in the armchair beside Shiggy, crossing your legs as you decided what you want to drink.

,, Dabi, my man’’ Kai said, standing up, hugging the man that just walked in. Still focused on the small menu with different kind of drinks. Looking up at the tattooed man, your felt your blood boiling as he offered you his hand. You just ignored him, acting as you still didn’t decide what to drink.

A knot formed in your throat, giving you the feeling if you say even one word, you will end up sobbing in front of them.

,, It was about time’’ Shiggy said not hiding his happiness, while all you wanted to do is vomit all over the table.

,, Yeah, I wanted to visit sooner, but I couldn’t’’ Touya said, as you played with your phone, trying to ignore his whole existence. In the moment the waiter asked you what you want to drink, you were too scared to say anything. Knowing that you were about to break down any time.

,, Hot chocolate please’’ you said quietly, smiling softly to the waiter you knew now for the ages. Standing up, you excused yourself and made your way to the toilet. Taking few deep breaths, you took a cigarette out of your bag and lit one in the toilet.

Trying to think about how much he hurt you. You made yourself believe that he doesn’t deserve your sadness. ,,Get your shit together’’ you said to yourself, inhaling the smoke of the cigarette deeply, before going back to your friends and that fucking asshole.

,, Hawks bought you a cake’’ Shiggy said, pointing at the cake beside the hot chocolate. You turned off cigarette and sat down, fixing your skirt.

Touya couldn’t keep his eyes of you, the fact that you were ignoring him was eating him alive. He didn’t give a fuck about all the questions coming from Shiggy’s mouth, all he wanted to do is talk with you. Looking you vacuuming the cake in front of you, he couldn’t help but smile.

,, I love youuu Hawks’’ You screamed, eyes closed and mouth full. ,, Taste’s good?’’ you heard his voice and you nodded happily to him, thankful that he noticed your fucked up mood.

,, How’s your mother ?’’ Kai asked, curious about Touya’s life.

,, Yes Touya, how’s your mother?’’ you gritted, finished the cake. If a stare could kill, Touya would be long dead by now. Momo looked at you confused by your sudden behavior.

,, She’s good. Always stressing me out’’ he laughed, taking a cigarette and lighting it up. You did the same thing as he did. Every word coming out of his mouth making you more angry if that was even possible.

,, I saw a photo of you two on your instagram, I’m glad she’s good’’ Shiggy said genuinely, being a good friend as always.

,, Yes Touya, I saw it too. I love the feed of your instagram. So aesthetic’’ you hissed puffing on your cigarette. At this point you didn’t care about the fact that you made the air hard to breath for everyone. They didn’t know what actually happened.

Touya’s eyes were getting darker with every word you spat, like he was getting mad about it. None of your friends dared to say anything, afraid that you’ll spill more oil onto the fire.

,, Anyway..’’ Shiggy broke the tension. ,, your username is so weird’’ he said, trying to find words that won’t make the situation worse, but failing miserably.

,, Such a weird username Niichan’’ you said, saying the last word thru your gritted teeth as you bit hard onto the straw, finishing your hot chocolate.

,, What’s your problem ?’’ Touya hissed, leaning over the table.

,,You are my problem, you tattooed piece of shit’’ You hissed, biting the straw even harder as you leaned over the table. Your behavior surprised him. He didn’t expect from you much after everything that happened. But what he didn’t expect at all, was the rude behavior you were giving him at the moment. You were always so sweet to him.

,, Guess you’ll have to deal with it then’’ he said. You wanted to wipe that fucking smirk from his face away. In your opinion, he was the one who was supposed to stay quiet. He was the one who didn’t bother to message you even once, he was the one who hurt you.

,, I dealt with your shit for a long time, so sell it to someone else’’ you said, as you placed the money on the table, getting ready to leave. Sure, you could sit there and argue with him till tomorrow, cursing him out and saying anything that got on your mind, but there was no need for it. He didn’t deserve even the bad words coming out of your mouth.

,,Ah come on guys, don’t fight’’ Shiggy said awkwardly, standing up once he realized that you were about to leave. You just ignored him, as you took your bag and made your way out.

,, Wait’’ you heard Shiggy’s voice once you got out. You didn’t want to turn around or stop, but of course he was fast enough to catch you. If he thought that there was even the smallest chance to change your mind, he was so wrong.

,,What ?’’ you snapped, still walking. You didn’t want to listen to anyone at all. Not even Shiggy, or Momo or anyone on this fucking world.

,,What was this all about? Don’t you think you’re overacting ?’’ he asked as he stopped you from walking. Your eyes widened at his words, almost shaking out of anger that he dared to say these word without thinking at all.

,,OVERACTING? WHO EVEN INVITED THAT MOTHERFUCKER’’ you yelled, ready to burn the whole place up.

,, We did, we thought you’ll be happy about it too’’ he said placing his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. Happy? Happiness was the last thing you felt the moment you saw him.

,,Well, I’m not. Call me when he leaves’’ you said, leaving Shiggy all alone. Shiggy didn’t have his hopes high, but he still wanted to try to stop you from leaving.

Once you finally got home, you were glad that your father had change of plans. You were keeping your shit together, not wanting to wake him up. But once you found a small piece of paper on the kitchen counter saying that he’s out with his friend, watching some soccer game, you started crying. Loudly.

You wished he was dead.

How could he do this to you? Come back and act like you were someone he just met. You cried a lot because of him, but nothing could compare to tears that were rolling down your cheeks at the moment. You forced yourself to wash the make up of your face, before you found yourself buried into your pillow, sobbing into it.

The moment you heard the lock of the door and your father entering the house, you chocked your last cry, not wanting to worry him or to find out that Touya was back.

,, Did you fight with your friends?’’ Your father asked as he ate the eggs you prepared for him. Of course your father noticed the sudden change in your behavior. Of course he noticed that you didn’t leave the house last three days.

,, Yeah’’ you lied.

The three of them contacted you more times, begging you to meet them. Saying how you can simply ignore Touya and just meet them. It was easy for them to say something like that, since they didn’t know what happened. They didn’t know how much you suffered all these years.

When your father left for work, you found yourself alone once again. Since it was pretty early, you thought it would be alright if you go grab a coffee. As much as you remember, Hawks has morning shift on Friday, it wouldn’t harm you to chat with him a bit.

You wore your simple skirt, and choose a random baggy shirt, before you lazily made your way to the café.

Even tho the morning sun was really strong, the dark windows and the dull lights of your favorite café killed every sign of it. You loved the chilly and relaxing atmosphere of the café, and you loved that always the same people visited it.

,, What’s my favorite girl doing here so early’’ Hawks smiled, once he saw you sitting on the table he chills at when there aren’t many costumers. Somehow he always managed to figure out your feelings, trying to cheer you up with a cake or too much whipping cream on your hot chocolate.

,, Missed me a bit?’’ he joked as he prepared your favorite coffee for you. You just rolled your eyes lazily at him, as you took one cigarette and placed it between your lips.

,, You make the best coffee Hawks’’ you said honestly taking a sip of it. The too sweet taste of it made you close your sleepy eyes and enjoy it fully.

,, It’s because it’s made with love’’ he said as you cringed on his comment. You took the cellphone out of your bag and scrolled your Instagram feed, liking some photos of the strangers you follow.

While you were just scrolling thru your phone, and chatted with Hawks, every now and then he would sit down with you, you noticed the tall figure that entered the café. Eyes meeting with his, you broke the eye contact like it never happened.

He sat in the armchair on the other side of the room, facing you as Hawks made his way toward him happily.

Not paying any attention to him, you just tried to stay focused on your phone and the tasty coffee Hawks made for you. But you could feel him stare. You felt his eyes burn into you and once you looked up, you were right. Touya was simply sitting there, his head leaned back into the armchair as he looked at you shamelessly, not trying to hide it.

The whole time he sat there, he didn’t even touch his phone or coffee, totally focused on you. Not caring if he’s making you uncomfortable or anything like that. At one point you were done with his shit, you rolled your eyes and told Hawks that you will go out on the terrace. You didn’t really want to go out, but you wanted to avoid his stare in any way possible and going home wasn’t really a solution for you, since you would show him that he’s winning again.

You didn’t want to watch his face.

There were more people on the terrace, since everyone normal would like to enjoy the sun and beautiful weather. Greeting the people you knew, you sat under opened window where Hawks table was.

,,Want another iced coffee?’’ Hawks asked, his upper body peeking from the tall window. You nodded your head, as you placed your legs on the other empty chair, getting yourself comfortable and trying to ignore Touya’s presence.

,, How are you and I missed you is more appropriate way to greet someone you didn’t see for such a long time’’ you heard a deep voice you didn’t want to acknowledge. Looking on your phone and acting as you were actually busy with it.

,, Fuck off’’ you hissed, looking up at him when you realized that he isn’t leaving.

,, That’s not a nice way to talk to your Niichan’’ he said as he comfortably sat beside you. You were about to stand up and leave him, but a firm hand was on your tight putting you back into the chair.

,, You’re not going anywhere’’ he said, his hand still on your tight.

,, Would be much better if you just ignored my existence like you did all this years’’ you said, trying to push his hand away, only to end up failing. He got so much stronger over these years. Touya swallowed at your words, taking a deep breath not knowing what to say, as you tried to wiggle out of his grip once again.

,, Didn’t think you would hate me this much’’ He said as he took one cigarette and lit it up, doing it all with one hand, while his other hand was still making sure you won’t leave.

The message you’ve received from your father made you forget about the person sitting next to you for a second.

,, I don’t know what happened between you and your friends, but don’t let some silly reason break your friendship. You will regret it later. Say if you need some snacks, ly’’

He was right. Why would you ignore your friends just because this piece of shit came back after all those years.

He. Was. Not. Worth. It.

,, Move that dirty hand away from me before I break it ‘’ you hissed at him.

,,Ouch’’ he said sarcastically acting all hurt suddenly, placing the same hand over his heart. He was about to say something, but was stopped with Shiggy’s voice all of sudden.

,, Finally’’ he said hopping beside you two. You were about to leave, but your fathers words were in your mind.

You sat there quietly, answering to Shiggy’s question every now and then and ignoring Touya’s existence. Shiggy didn’t want to push you, so he just let you be, he was glad that you were with them at that moment.

,, We are going to Momo’s holiday cabin this evening. Come with us!’’ he said. Momo planned to visit you today and ask you, but since Shiggy already met you, he hoped luck will be on his side.

,, Sure. What time ?’’ you simply asked. Touya raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Shiggy gave you a high five happily.

,, We’ll pick you up at 17PM. OK?’’ he said and you just nodded in agreement. There’s no way you’ll let him ruin your summer holiday you were so looking forward to. You deserved to have some fun with your friends. Fuck that tattooed grinch.

Since a sleepover was planned, you packed your pajama, phone charger, hoodie and few things you needed into you bag. You sent a message to your father thanking him for his message, and saying that you will spend your night with them.

When they arrived, you saw that Momo was sitting next to the Kai who was driving. You were about to hop behind Kai, but Shiggy told you to move in the middle since you were the smallest one and don’t need much place as he and Dabi need.

Discrimination, you thought to yourself, as you sat in the middle. Trying to cuddle yourself to Shiggy and get away from Touya as much as possible. Acting like the smallest touch of him would actually kill you.

,, Can you move your fucking legs away, you are acting like you own this fucking car’’ you hissed pushing his long legs to the side with your knee.

,, Then sit in his fucking lap if I’m bothering you so much’’ Touya snapped back while taking even more place from you on purpose.

,, Who let this sidekick tag along anyway?’’ you said pushing his legs once more, making Momo laugh. Dabi found it cute how you weren’t even try to hide all the anger that was boiling in you and he only wanted to trigger you more if it was possible.

It was 8PM when you finally arrived. Maybe you could have arrived sooner, but every time Kai would speed up a bit, Momo would start to scream around how he drives like a maniac, and how he will get you all killed.

You were glad when you finally got out of the damned car. Stretching your body out, you took a deep breath. Making your way to the cabin, you placed your bag on the old couch once you got inside.

Not wasting any time, all of you started making plans. Momo and Kai prepared the dinner, while you were changing the sheets for everyone.

Shiggy and Dabi were preparing the table and everything that was on the terrace, like cleaning the chairs and everything else.

You sat on the swing seat, slowly moving with your legs while you waited for food to be ready. The smell of the food made you much hungrier then you expected, making you wish it will finally be done so you can dig in.

The evening was really beautiful. All of you were enjoying it to the fullest, talking about random things and choking on the food. The cold wine was also helping you all with the good atmosphere.

,, Yeah, Toga was always so sick’’ Shiggy clamed as he talked about the girl you all knew from your high school days. He talked about his experience, saying how she turned from such a cute girl into a crazy psycho, stalking him all the time.

,, She seems so cute tho’’ you said taking a sip. You never talked with her, but she looked too cute to be such a psycho.

,,Yeah right, if she had a chance, she would skin you alive’’ Kai said laughing a bit.

,,True, she couldn’t stand you at all. It was all Touya’s fault’’ Shiggy laughed, explaining to you how she had such a huge crush on Touya back then and how she couldn’t stand the fact that you were spending so much time with him.

,, We have a little problem’’ Momo said, coming back to the terrace. ,, We forgot the bag with the rest of the alcohol’’ she added, smiling awkwardly.

,,That’s fine, I’ll go buy us some wine or something’’ you said standing up. You wanted to take a walk anyway.

,,Shiggy get your ass up, you’re coming with me’’ you added as you pulled the sleeve of his hoodie a bit, making him whine loudly.

,,I’m coming with you’’ Touya said, grabbing your arm, not giving you a chance to protest normally. Your friends laughed loudly once they heard your loud curses coming from the inside.

,,Don’t be such a brat and just go, why are you making every single thing so complicated’’ Touya hissed as you were bragging how you won’t go then at all.

Rolling your eyes, you took your wallet and made your way out, speeding up as much as you could, trying to walk away from him.

Maybe it was the wine that was already in your blood, but as much as you tried, you couldn’t escape him at all.

,, Can’t you see that you ain’t fast at all’’ he said annoyed. You raised your eyebrows, ready to complain. You were pretty sure that you were fast as fuck there. At the end you finally gave up, deciding it would be the best to ignore him and deal with it.

,, How long will you keep this shit up?’’ he asked, walking lazily beside you. The fresh air was brushing your skin, as you hugged your wallet close to your chest, ignoring his words once again. When Touya realized that you won’t speak up, he rolled his eyes as he grabbed your arm and pulled you with him into the small alley, left from the sidewalk. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of his behavior.

,, You think you were the only one hurt ? ‘’ He said looking you in the eyes. ,, You think I didn’t want to contact you every day ?’’ he added while his grip got stronger.

,, Oh please, if you wanted you would have contacted me long time ago’’ you said, as you tried to pull your arm away from him.

,, You stupid little girl. There wasn’t a day I wasn’t thinking about you. Every time Shiggy sent me a picture of you, it was eating me alive’’ he said as his eyes were getting a shade darker.

,, I was going thru a fucking hell and you think I had it easy ?You think that you were the only one that suffered ? Doll, I was so in love with you that my mom found me a fucking therapist ‘’ he said not breaking the eye contact. You froze once he started saying all those words.

In love ?

,, You fucking drove me insane’’ he said, pushing you against the cold wall of the building. You couldn’t progress what was going on at all. You never knew that he had that kind of feelings for you. You never knew anything about it. You wanted to think about it, to try and figure out what happened back then. But you couldn’t. His face being so close to yours didn’t let you focus on anything else besides of him

,, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t contact you. But I didn’t want to make things any worse for you’’ he said making you even more confused, unsure of what he meant with that.

,, But I’m back. Can’t you see ?’’ he said placing his forehead on yours. You could feel the pain in his voice. You didn’t know what happened back then, but at that very moment you decided to forgive him and purge all the terrible feelings that were choking you for such a long time now.

Once you two got back with more wine, your friends were surprised when they realized that you didn’t bark at him like you did just 20 minutes ago. They were surprised that instead of being all aggressive, you were trying to avoid eye contact with him, but none of them tried to question it.

It’s not that you were shy, but guilt was eating you alive at the moment. The fact that he went thru as much as you did or even worse, made you feel bad. But hearing him laugh at Shiggy’s jokes and thinking about how he’s here now, you decided to get drunk with them now and think about it later.

,, What took you so long that day anyway?’’ Shiggy asked you, as you guys talked about that one time when Shiggy and you visited your old friend and his girlfriend Melissa one year ago. Talking about how he accidentally came in her, and you had to go buy the DAY AFTER pills for her while she was bawling her eyes out thinking about of the risk that she might get pregnant.

,,Bitch, I didn’t know the city at all. How the fuck could I know where the pharmacy is ???’’ you raised your voice in defense. ,,Not even google maps could help me. How the fuck can I know what HEAD WEST IS ??? I’m not a fucking sea captain’’ you hissed making everyone around you laugh, as you mixed your fourth glass of wine with cola.

All of you laughed and talked about everything. Talking about intimate topics as much as about crazy ones. Kai talked about how he fall for Momo, when she liked his picture on Instagram from 2016. ,, You just didn’t look good in a while’’ Momo said, kissing him on the cheek with a huge grin on her face.

They were so cute.

First one to go to bed were Kai and Momo. The things were getting hotter between them with every new drink they had. Next one was Shiggy, saying he wanted to face time Melissa before bed, leaving you and Touya all by yourselves.

At first none of you talked, focused on the drinks you were too scared to say anything somehow. But you wanted to say so much to him, you really did.

,, So, how have you been?’’ he broke the silence, making you laugh at the random question he asked. The fuck with the formalities.

,, Oh shut the fuck up, don’t how have you been me’’ you choked out while drinking your drink, making him smile at how you were trying to break the tension.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or if he was always like that, but he totally opened up, talking about his stupid therapy and about everything his mom was telling him on a daily basis. He was joking around about it, but it broke your heart when you learned about what he went thru.

You talked about all the anger you had for him, about how much you were waiting for him to contact you. You told him about your work, and about billion small and unimportant stories that he gladly listened to.

,,Yeah, I remember that day’’ you laughed as you remembered the day when Touya fed you with the sour candy in front of Shiggy and Kai. ,, But I don’t understand what you did with that candy ‘’ you said as you placed your glass in front of you.

,,I literally sucked it’’ he laughed out, making you roll your eyes at him.

,,Let’s go buy some candies’’ he said as he stood up. Tipsy like that, you clapped your hands and hopped up. Since the night air was getting a little colder, you wore your hoodie and followed Touya outside.

The two of you bought all possible sweets, happy that the shop was the one that was 24h a day opened. Once you got out of the store, you opened the pack of Schoko-Bons, immediately unwrapping one and eating it fast.

,,Oh my fucking God stop it’’ Touya hissed while smile was forming on his lips. ,, Open your mouth’’ he laughed as he grabbed the pack out of your hands. You laughed with him as the memories of you two were going thru your head.

Touya unwrapped the candy, as he explained to you how to eat it. Once he placed the candy between your lips he told you how you shouldn’t chew it at all, how you should just melt it down and enjoy the taste.

,, You are crazy, I don’t see anything special in this method of eating’’ you said trying not to laugh.

,, Sure, nothing is special to you if you can’t vacuum it in a second’’ he said as he ate one of the bon’s. He couldn’t keep his eyes of you, smiling as he watched you trying to melt the candy in your mouth. He missed you so much.

,, Wanna know a secret ?’’ he mumbled to you as you nodded your head in a second, curious what he will tell you. Ready for the tea.

,,Come here’’ he said, leading you to the small alley you were few hours ago in.

,, Wanna know what happened that day ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips as you choked onto the candy not expecting him to start that topic at all. You nodded your head still, wanting to know what made your father and Rei break up in less then one day.

,, Rei caught me masturbating with your panties in my hand’’ he whispered to you, making sure only you heard it, even tho only the two of you were standing there. All alone.

,,Wha-‘’ you caught out in shock. You thought about many reasons of what could happened that day. But nothing dirty as that was on your mind. You immediately started laughing loudly imagining Rei’s reaction.

Thinking about it, you would lie if you said that the image of him masturbating with your panties in his hands didn’t turn you on. Maybe you would be freaked out if you found it out few years ago. But in the image you had in your head wasn’t Touya as your ex brother, it was the attractive tattooed Touya that was standing right in front of you.

He saw the little blush on your face, and immediately commanded you to close your eyes and open your mouth for him. Leaning on the cold wall slowly, you did as he told you.

He placed the small candy in your mouth again. You ate it your way, finding it funny how easily he gets frustrated over it. A quiet laugh escaped his lips, as he got a little closer to you.

You twitched once you felt his gentle hand around your neck, making you open your eyes immediately. ,, Close your eyes’’ he commended again, as his thumb was rubbing your neck gently. Touya told you again to open your mouth.

You smiled and opened your mouth, waiting for the sweet taste of the candy, totally ready to provoke him a little more.

You froze when you felt a warm and watery texture, instead of the sweet candy. Realizing that he literally spat in your mouth, you opened your eyes in shock. Touya tightened his hand around your neck, forcing you to close your eyes again.

,, Now, swallow it for your Niichan’’ he whispered in your ear, spitting loudly in your mouth again. You were surprised when you found yourself obediently swallowing it. The moment you swallowed it, he crashed his lips with yours, pulling you up in his arms with his free hand, only to smash you back against the wall again.

You could feel him smirk into the kiss when he realized that you didn’t hold back at all. Holding onto his arms and kissing him back. Every time his grip around your neck would get tighter, you would open your mouth without him telling you to do it as he would spit all over again.

,, Don’t swallow it yet’’ he said spitting again. ,, Your Niichan has to teach you how to enjoy things properly. ‘’ he added as his hand left your throat alone and made it’s way toward your clothed pussy. Pushing the shorts to the side and rubbing your clit gently.

Once you moaned, Touya spat into your mouth again, while sticking his one finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out of you. You found yourself swallowing the saliva inside your mouth, a quite but now more clear moan escaping your lips.

Touya added his second finger in, as you started to breath more heavily because of his touch. Wrapping your legs around him, you threw your head back, leaning onto the wall more while his fingers were thrusting in and out faster and faster.

,, Oh my fucking god’’ you moaned out, while his fingers were doing wonders on you, rubbing your walls like no one ever did.

,, Oh, you wanna pray, I see’’ he said, making you laugh unlocking the memory from the past. You tried your best to get the closer you could to him, moving in his arms and trying to get off on his fingers.

,, Does my doll want to cum?’’ he asked, as he sped up turning you into a whiny mess. You wrapped your arms around him and burred your head into his neck, trying to hold your moans since you were in public. Once your orgasm hit you, you had to bite onto his shoulder to keep your moans down.

Touya once again grabbed your throat, and pushed your head against the wall. You whined at the sudden loss of his fingers. Taking his chance he spit into your mouth once more, and placed the two finger between your lips, making you taste yourself.

,,Suck’’ he said, playing with his saliva in your mouth. The fact that you were obeying to every word, was driving him crazy. All he could think of was fucking your brains out.

,, Swallow it doll.’’ He said, and you swallowed it gladly.

The way home felt like forever. The moment you entered the old cabin, you were again in his arms kissing him passionately. Both of you having trouble walking, too focused on each other, you didn’t give a shit if your friends were maybe awake.

Touya couldn’t keep his hands to himself, grabbing your ass while kissing you with desire. Once you finally got into the room prepared for him, he pulled your hoodie together with your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. Grabbing your hair, he yanked you towards the bed, pushing you onto it and immediately hovering over you. He started kissing your neck and chest, leaving wet and sloppy love bites all over it. Grabbing both of your wrists into his one hand, he pinned them above your head, trying to give you biggest hickey on your neck for everyone to see.

He wanted everyone to know who you belong to.

,, Touya please’’ you beg. You wanted to feel every part of his body. You wanted to touch him, to feel him inside you.

Leaving your arms alone, he pulled your shorts and panties down, not being able to wait any longer. He wanted to tease you, to beg you for him more. But he couldn’t, he had to be inside you. He was waiting for this moment for too long. Without a warning he slammed into you. You were still wet from all the fingering, so he slid in without a problem, still stretching you out with his size making you moan in both pain and pleasure.

,, So tight for your Niichan’’ he breathed out, as he started to move in a steady pace. His hands on your hips now, holding you firmly in place. Every move was getting faster and stronger, making the bed shake and hit against the wall.

You were a moaning mess, hands grabbing onto the sheets as was fucking you hard. Rocking into you roughly as the bed shakes, you didn’t give a single fuck if your friends could hear you, moaning his name out loudly and shamelessly.

,,Touya, I’m so colse’’ you managed to say somehow, as he was kissing your neck roughly, his hips getting more erratic.

,, Cum. Cum all over my cock’’ he said as he started rubbing your clit roughly, while fucking you even harder. Closing your eyes, you moaned his name out loudly as you finally cum again.

,, Fuck’’ he breathed as your walls squeezed his dick. Closing his eyes, he started moving roughly reaching his own climax. His dick twitching and spilling all his seed inside of you.

Just when you thought that he was done, he flipped you over onto your stomach, and started roaming into you again. Grabbing your hair, he pulled your head back harshly as he abused your neck with his lips.

,, Touya, ahh, too much’’ you moaned as he pushed your head into his pillow.

,, You are taking it so good.’’ He moaned as he fucked you recklessly. At this point you were sure that your friends were awake listening to you two.

,, Such a good girl for Niichan’’ he said. Touya wasn’t turned on because he was fucking his ‘’EX sister’’. You two weren’t blood related anyway, but once he felt your walls tighten around his dick again, while you called him ‘’Niichan’’ he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Fucking you thru your third orgasm, Touya pulled out of you, commanding you to get on your knees.

,, Open your mouth’’ he said, wanting to do something he always wished for. Stoking his dick, one look at you, with your mouth open and tongue out was enough for him to cum in your mouth.

,, Swallow it’’ he said, breathing deeply.

,,I already did’’ you said, as he pulled you up and kissed you passionately.

The next day, you didn’t know how to face your friends. Dabi was acting quite the opposite, looking at you proudly, yet so lovingly once you showed up in his shirt, with bruised neck. No words could describe how much he loved you, how much he was ready to fight for you.

Pulling you into a warm hug, he kissed you in front of everyone. He didn’t know how will he go against your dad and his mother. But in one thing he was sure, he will never let you go again.

You are his, and only his.

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girlgrouptrash101 · 3 years

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Yuri (IZ*ONE) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “Can I request Jo Yuri as your girlfriend?”

A/N: i love iz*one sm i might just cry rn

- C

i hope you enjoy clinginess baby,,, cuz this girl is NEVER letting you leave her arms for as long as you’re together

like Yuri barely even confessed to you, she basically just sat in your lap every day until you got the hint and asked her out

your lap is actually her favourite place to sit because she loves being held by you, and she can also steal as many kisses as she desires

did i mention how clingy she is??? like she just loves skinship SO much, if she can be touching you in some way she will be - from hand holding, to cuddles, to burrowing into your side, to being held, to backhugs… anything you can think of, Yuri will be on it asap

which means she’s also a big fan of PDA, and loves showing you off, no matter who’s around

however,,, if you turn the tables and become clingy or super lovey dovey, she gets so flustered immediately and hides her face in your neck to cover her blush

like she could kiss you and it’ll be fine, but if you’re the one to initiate the kiss she’s a total mess, acting like it’s the first time she’s ever kissed you, all shy and uwuwuwuwu

and you will always have that affect on her, no matter if you’ve been dating for a week or a year, Yuri’s still gonna be just as whipped as she was from day 1

and she doesn’t even try to hide it either,,, her members tease her so bad for how in love she is with you jsdfhsfd,, rip Yuri

her members otherwise are really supportive of you two, and are so happy that someone as kind and as loving as you fell for Yuri, because she really deserves someone like that to keep her happy and well looked after

except Yena,, when Yuri introduced you at first, she gave you a big long speech about how she would jump you if you ever even made Yuri cry <3 (i would too).

Dates with Yuri are usually going out for food, the movies, walks, the arcade etc,, anywhere you guys can spend time together and make memories together is all you really want,, it doesn’t matter too much about what you do as long as you have one another

however,, you do have a favourite spot to go to together, which is a little café near your house, and you both go in there so much that you’ve made friends with the owner, and she always saves your guys’ favourite booth in the corner for you when she knows you’re coming

you always sit in a little booth in a secluded part of the café where no one else really sits, it’s nice and snug, and Yuri gets to snuggle into your side and feed you treats without anyone else interrupting hehe

when you guys don’t go out, you have just as much fun at home

you bought Yuri a karaoke machine for her birthday,, and ever since you guys have been busting out grammy worthy performances that leave you and Yuri breathless and your neighbours ready to file ANOTHER noise complaint

lowkey matching your outfits when you go out and taking bomb pictures for Yuri’s immaculate instagram feed

polaroids of each other in the back of your phone cases,, literally you are just the softest couple ever istg

Yuri raiding your wardrobe and looking like the snuggliest little baby in your hoodies, sweater paws and all uwuuwu

she loves when you do each others hair!! whether it’s formally for a night out or just for funsies before bed, it’s one of her favourite things to do

plus you get to make Yuri wear pigtails and then gush for an hour over how FREAKING CUTE SHE IS

it’s also an excuse for her to play with your hair because she LOVES it sm,, she always finds herself absentmindedly threading her fingers through your hair when you’re cuddling or watching a movie or something

or gripping her fingers in your locks when she’s making out with you,,, straddling your lap and making you groan with each tug,,,,

moving on

whenever either one of you is upset, the other knows immediately, both of you are like an open book with one another

your go to comfort for one another is definitely cuddles

it’s so calming when you have your head on Yuri’s chest, one hand holding yours while the other holds you close to her as she listens to your worries and helps you through each one

Sometimes when Yuri can’t sleep, she wakes you up to go for a midnight stroll to the local convenience store for snacks

you two stroll down the quiet road in your matching oversized PJ’s, swinging your conjoined hands along as you sing disney songs at the top of your lungs

Going all out every single valentines day and anniversary because yall are in LOVE love and want to make the most of your special days together

which often means a candlelit dinner, a bed full of roses and a big bubbly bath for two hehe

Promise rings will probably come quicker than most relationships too, because even though you and Yuri haven’t been together for too long, you both know you’re perfect for each other, and neither of you plan on losing something as special as what you have together.

NSFW From Here:

a clingy baby in the streets, a clingy baby in the sheets am i right ladies

call her baby girl and she will literally melt in your arms,, any kind of praise just gets her wet beyond belief

and when she’s fucking you,, all you have to do is tell her how good she’s being and she’ll be spurred on even further, doing her everything to make you feel better than you ever have before

CEO of eye contact, even when her throat is raw from moaning your name as your head is buried between her thighs, her eyes never leave yours for a second

loves going to lingerie shops with you, it’s like a little kid in a candy shop when she sees all the pretty sets and colours that she can’t wait to try on,,,,

which often leads to you and her getting way too steamy in the changing rooms

she absolutely LOVES doing it in public, the thrill of getting caught always adds to her pleasure by tenfold

,,,except for the fact that she’s so fucking loud she literally has to clamp down on your hand so she doesn’t scream out loud and get everyone’s attention yikes

she’s so innocent looking that she never attracts attention though, leading to her more often than not teasing you under the dinner table when you go out for food, an innocent smile on her face as you try not to squirm under her touch

when Yuri takes nudes it’s not just one picture and she’s done, she likes to have a full on photo shoot that involves mirrors, lighting, pretty outfits/lingerie,, all of which ends up getting texted to you when you least expect it

also LOVES thigh riding, she finds it so intimate and just can’t help herself when she sees you in shorts or when your legs are exposed,,,, she just has to straddle your leg and get herself off

as well as praise, Yuri also can’t help but get wetter whenever you call her pathetic or a slut,, it truly makes her desperate enough to beg you to fuck her against the nearest surface you can find

if you’re into it, Yuri isn’t against punishments either, especially spanking

she just turns into putty in your hands no matter what you do to her, always ready to obey your every word, absolutely whipped for you

an absolute sucker for aftercare, if you’re not cuddling with her or in the shower cleaning off together after sex then she gets really grumpy grrr

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i-write-boop-spoops · 3 years

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Steven Stone as a husband and father headcanons

A lovely anon requested headcanons for Steven Stone as a husband and father! Which naturally, I thought was a great idea!

I’m going to do pre-child husband headcanons, and then father headcanons

Enjoy!

Husband Steven

He is so happy to be your hubby!!!

Feels so blessed to wake up next to you every day.

Changes the rest of his rings to match his wedding one.

Randomly has flowers and cookies sent out to your work/home as a reminder of his love.

Tender forehead kisses!!

He has a picture of you two on your wedding day in his wallet. He gazes at it adoringly when he misses you.

You turn his quaint, but bare, house in Mossdeep into a cosy home for you and your Pokemon.

Initially he thought he would be annoyed about you cluttering what used to be his space, but he loves it!

Though his office stays the same.

Random waltzes in the living room.

Steven comes from old money, so he knows how to dance.

He really enjoys the quiet time in the morning, where you two are drinking tea/coffee after breakfast, while you chat candidly as he reads the newspaper.

He loves when you two can grab some lunch together, whether at home, or at some nice café or restaurant, during a day where he’s busy.

You walk around with a flock of at least three beldum following you.

They all have dorky names of course. Your favourite is Clonk, but don’t tell the others that.

He smiles to himself whenever you’re referred to as Mr(s). Stone.

Midnight strolls along the Mossdeep shoreline!

Planning, and executing, fun and exciting vacations.

He has a developed a habit of dramatically kissing you in the rain.

Sitting down on the couch at the end of the day to watch some TV and cuddle.

Bubble baths with candles and wine!

Matching, monogrammed silk pyjamas!

Every time he drifts off to sleep, even though he is so tired, he is excited to wake up, so he can see your face again in the morning.

10/10 husband, would marry in a heartbeat

Dad Steven

So many of his designer shirts were ruined by baby spit-up, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You have a picture of him, sitting on the nursery armchair, with your firstborn as a baby laying against his chest, both of them fast asleep after a late night feed.

It’s framed!

You end up with three kiddos!

A son, a daughter and another son. Two years between each of them.

Steven originally wanted just two, but he loves being a dad so much that you decided to have another.

Worth it, your youngest son is a total sweetie!

You guys don’t play favourites with your kids, you both love them equally.

But you know who does have a favourite?

Your father-in-law, Joseph!

He loves his little granddaughter, he never knew what it was like to raise a daughter of his own, so he dotes on her especially.

Don’t worry, he doesn’t ignore the boys, he spoils them too!

He just has a particular soft spot for the little lady.

Becoming a dad has actually strengthened Steven’s relationship with Joseph.

Which is another reason why he loves his kids so much.

Steven does his best to raise his kids humbly and fairly.

Though he can’t help but occasionally spoil them.

Brought them to the Pokemon version of Disney World, he hated it, but their excitement and smiles were worth it!

He has gotten your middle and youngest into rock-collecting, but your eldest is not interested.

Two out of three ain’t bad.

He wanted to give them an Aron or a Beldum as a family pet, but you convinced him to choose something that wouldn’t be as large or heavy when it evolved.

So you adopted a rockruff during a vacation in Alola.

His name is… Rocky

Your daughter was five when she named him, so cut her some slack.

Rocky is a beloved family pet, excitable but very well mannered.

Whenever your kids played dress-up, Metagross had to as well!

It was a very surreal sight, seeing your husband’s mighty Metagross decked out in feathers and glitter as your children climbed atop him.

Metagross was a good sport though! They used their telekinesis to help the kids climb up or down, and to catch them if they fell.

Forget about being the champion’s ace! Entertaining children was their true calling!

When the kids were small, Steven would sit one of them on his lap while he polished and examined rocks, so he could chat to them about their day.

Steven is quite intelligent, but also very caring, so he’s perfect for when his kids are having trouble understanding stuff at school.

Pushes his kids to follow their dreams, whatever they may be.

He didn’t really get that when he was their age, so he’s happy to remedy it for the next generation.

Loves taking the kids to the cinema! Or out for fun days.

Constantly ruffling his kids’ hair, even when they’re fashion-conscious teenagers

“Daaaad! Watch the hair!”

Eternally proud of you as a parent, and of your kids for being the best gosh-darn kids in the whole of the universe.

He wouldn’t trade you guys for the most precious rocks in the world.

Dad of the year, every year, for the rest of eternity.

#steven stone x reader #steven stone fluff #tsuwabuki daigo #tsuwabuki daigo x reader #champion steven x reader #champion steven #silver haired dreamboat #headcanons #steven stone headcanons #request #steven stone

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patchworkpuzzle · 3 years

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pairing: Inasa x f!reader (and some Midnight x Aizawa)

word count: 21.8k genre: Fantasy AU, Fairy Tale AU

warnings: some depictions of violence and brief descriptions of sexual acts and activities (So 18+ please, just to be safe...)

notes: Hello there! This is my first fic that I ever posted here, sorry it’s so long! I got carried away trying to make it as close to the material as possible. It is very heavily inspired by the Disney’s version of the fairy tale, so it hits the same sort of story beats as the movie. But I do hope you enjoy this, and please don’t be shy to give me feedback! I promise I don’t bite! summary: After the beautiful (Name) is born into royalty, everyone gathers to celebrate; until an unwanted guest appears, the evil fairy Midnight. She curses the young princess and announces that she will die by pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before sunset on her 18th birthday. Fortunately, one of the good fairies, Mei changes the spell so the princess will fall into a deep sleep instead, and the only way to wake her from her sleep is true love's kiss. ______________________________________________________________ In a faraway land, long ago, there lived a kind King and his fair Queen. They fell in love, in its purest forms, and wanted a family to help spread that love along for years to come. They longed for a child and at last their wish was granted. A daughter had been born, and they named her (Name). Yes, they named her after the happiness they felt when they first knew she was to arrive. A great holiday was proclaimed throughout the land on the day she was born, so that all the people, of both high and low estate, could pay homage to the infant Princess. And our story begins on that most joyous day.

Fondly the Monarchs, met with the King and Queen of their neighboring kingdom. Who brought with them their son, Prince Inasa, in hopes that one day these two young children will unite their kingdoms together. As they were betrothed, though they were too young still to understand what that could ever mean. And so, the young boy stood, barely able to peer into her bassinette, as he gazed unknowingly at his future bride.

An announcer broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere within the hall, announcing that the good fairies had finally arrived. Causing excitement to buzz all throughout the room, as only good fortune would come. The magic and beauty that would be brought by these creatures was deemed legendary, and only few of high standing were ever able to be given gifts from them. A high honor indeed was bestowed upon the King and Queen when the fairies accepted their gracious invitation to such a monumental event, and it was clear they were willing to pay them back in kind. The young babe was to be blessed indeed.

“The most honored and exalted excellencies, the three good fairies. Mistress Mina, Mistress Nejire, and Mistress Mei!”

With grace and elegance, they three fairies bowed at the foot of the thrones, before a lighthearted chuckle released them from such a position.

“My good friends, no need for such formality on such a joyous day!” King Haru smiled, “Please, I welcome you humbly and graciously. Besides, it is my daughter you are meant to meet, not I!”

The fairies, not wasting another moment on formality dashed past to where the King and Queen sat and over to where to young Princess laid. Unable to contain their excitement as the cooed over the child. ‘Oh, what a precious darling!’ one had said. ‘How sweet she is! Has her mother’s looks’ another flattered. ‘Oh, how blessed she shall be! With gifts from us three!’ the last had declared. And with each a flick of their wrists, a wand appeared in their hands. As two floated away to allow the first fairy, Mina, to bless the child with a gift of her choice.

“The gift of mine is one of beauty rare, that no other will ever compare. Lips that will shame the reddest of rose. She will walk with springtime, wherever she goes.”

With a flourish of her hand and a smile brightly plastered on her face, a pink ball of light appeared at the end of her wand. Gently she placed it over the child’s face and allowed the bright light to absorb into the child’s skin. Waiting until the glow had subsided the second fairy then moved into the place of the first. This one, Nejire, seemed to be unable to hold in her excitement as she fluttered herself around the bassinette. Her wand already containing a blue light that seemed ready to jump away from it at any moment as she recited her gift.

“Small, sweet princess, my gift to you is of song! Melody her whole life long. The morning dove’s her troubadour, brining nothing but sweet serenade, to her door!”

The blue light then shot from her wand, like a bird it flew around the room as it sung a sweet tune before landing into the chest of the young babe. Nesting itself gently until the light no longer seemed to exist. The third fairy, Mei, stepping forth to slow the blue one down, then moved to stand in her place.

Raising her wand proudly, she then started to proclaim what her gift would be “Gentle Princess, my gift shall be –“

Before she was able to say another word a cold gust of wind rushed throughout the room. The chill caused the three fairies to hover over the child, and for the King and Queen to stand from their spots on their thrones. Looking towards the main entrance of that of the great hall they all were celebrating in that day. The sky, once so bright and blue, darkened as thunderous filled clouds covered its hue. Lightning thrusted out from once the sun stood and sparked the ground wherever it saw fit. This was a clear and dreaded sign of only one being. And as the door flung open by an unseen force, the purple smoke the arose from the ground made it certain who it could be. All in attendance watched with dread as a being of fine curves and beautiful dark hair started to take shape. It was the dark fairy Midnight, and the King held onto the Queen tightly as their breaths caught in their throats.

“Gods, its Midnight!” Nejire exclaimed, though her words hushed by the hand of Mina

“What could she be doing here?” Mei scoffed, trying to shrug off the hand of Mina’s that was tugging her closer to them.

“Shhh! Be quiet!” Mina urged as the tall and looming figure made its way further into the room.

“Well, well” her sultry voice echoed throughout the quiet room “quite the glittering and glamorous assemblage you have brought here today, my King. Royalty, the nobility, and even the peasants! How quaint!” she walked leisurely around the room, her eyes watching those with feigned interest before stopping herself in front of the steps of the King and Queen.

“I was really quite distressed at not receiving an invitation!” Midnight pouted, she leaned forward on her staff, her cleavage on full display to the those at the throne. It caused the King to avert his eyes in embarrassment and the Queen’s to narrow in anger. It caused Midnight to smirk as she made her way to where the other fairies where; to where the Princess laid. Making sure to sway her hips is mocking of the Queen.

“You weren’t wanted.” Mei spoke before she really though of it. The other two fairies quickly pulling her closer to them as Midnight’s gaze now laid upon them

“Not wanted?” Midnight gasped “Oh dear, what an awkward situation! I had hoped it was merely an oversight of some kind.” She looked back over to where the King and Queen stood, though she leaned her body closer to where the Princess laid. Her eyes burned as she looked into the eyes of the King “It is an oversight, right?”

The Queen broke free from her husbands grasp and marched quickly to where the fairies were. Blocking Midnight’s way as she picked up her child and held her tightly in her arms “You weren’t wanted.” The Queen repeated, her tone felt like knives through skin.

“Oh truly?” Midnight smirked, almost feeding off of the malicious energy as she turned away from the Queen “Well, in that event, it would be best if I were on my way.”

“You are not offended, your excellency?” the King asked, eyes pleaded that what he said was the truth.

“Why no, your majesty.” Midnight smiled, the smirk on her face turning into a vicious grin “And to show you I bear no ill will, I will also bestow a gift to your child.” She stomped her staff upon the ground, causing it to shake and allow bright purple smoke to fill the air around her.

“Listen well, all of you. The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty. She will be beloved by all who know her.” Her smile faded and was replaced by a scowl, her eyes turning dark as she continued “But before the sun sets on her 18th birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!”

She held her staff up in the air, and a wave of it caused a bright light to fill the room, solidifying the cruel gift. The smoke grew more abundant as her cruel laughter filled, and echoed, throughout the room. Feeding off of the distress and cries of anguish the King, Queen, and fairies gave out. She gave one last smile and wink to the royalty that stood before her before she disappeared. The room and the skies above them returning to their original state as if she were never there to begin with.

The Queen sobbed, holding even more tightly to the child in her arms., as she crumbled to the floor. The King followed, wrapping his arms around his fair wife and new child. The fairies approached carefully to the young family, sorrow in their eyes.

Nejire, ever the one to comfort was the first to speak. “Please do no despair. Mei still has her gift to give.”

“But will that gift spare my child of this curse?” the King asked above the sobs of his wife

“Oh no, sire.’ replied Mina “A fairy’s gift can never be taken back or replaced. Especially not a gift from one as powerful as Midnight.”

“But I can help!” Mei exclaimed, her wand at the ready “Sweet little one, if through this wicked witched trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope may still be within this. The gift I give to you is not that of death, but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you will keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, if only by true love’s kiss. For true love shall be the only thing to conquer all.”

A small wave of her hand, and a bright yellow light emerged and encased the child in its glow. Sobs rang even louder within the room, as the King and Queen mourned their loss. That no matter how strong the last gift will be, eternal slumber is still a fate no one will ever wish to have. Least of all a fate for a child. A joyous, beautiful day was now ruined by one simple gift.

* * *

Ever fearful for their child’s safety a law was decreed that every spinning within the kingdom should, on that very day, be burnt. And so, it was done. But it was still not enough to ease the worry in their hearts. With much reluctance, the King and Queen gave their child over to the three fairies. The only beings able to protect their child from any harm, and to keep her safe away from prying eyes. The King and his Queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious and prized possession, their only child, disappear into the night. Never to know where she will go and grow up. Never to see her take her first steps or say her first words. For it was only if all were unknown to who she was, the safer she would be.

“A run-down cottage, you think they would have accommodated us better…” Mina mumbled, as she started to unpack the small wagon they were given “Especially seeing as we now have to live in the middle of nowhere! And without our magic!”

“It’s not so bad!” Nejire interjected, bouncing the baby in her arms gently “Beautiful nature all around us! A cozy home to keep us warm and happy at night. A sweet creature we get to watch grow. What is there really to complain about?”

“Yeah! Besides, I can fix this place up in no time at all! Even without my magic!” Mei exclaimed, rolling up the sleeves of her now modest dress, “Just you wait, this place will become beautiful again!”

Mina rolled her eyes at her fellow companions’ excitement. They may be ready to forget the dreariness and dread of the events that lead them to where they are now, but Mina could not. How can they be truly happy with having to give up the one thing that made them whole? Magic was the only thing that separated a human from a fairy, and now it was gone. All the glamor and glitter that once was apart of her very being, gone. Now she was to wear crudely made clothing that felt uncomfortable on her skin, and to deal with sore feet as was now forced to walk everywhere. But, as she watched her friends scurry around with laughter and smiles, she couldn’t help but think that it could all be worth it in the end. Besides, it was about time they had a break from the world.

And so, for eighteen long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery. While deep in the forest, in a small cottage, the good fairies carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had raised the child as their own.

Though happy for the fairies and the young child they raised, it was not so happy in the kingdom. The years were sad and lonely for the King and his beautiful Queen. But the time for the princesses eighteenth birthday was drawing near, and the entire kingdom began to rejoice the return of the lost princess. Preparations were underway to hold the largest gathering and celebration the kingdom will have ever seen. Invitations had even been sent out to all kingdoms, far and wide, to come join them on this marvelous day, no matter your station. For everyone knew that as long as in Midnight’s domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, it could only mean that her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.

Midnight sat within her castle, upon her throne, as she watched out the window at all the valleys and peaks that stood beyond it. Slowly she caressed the head of her staff absentmindedly as she filled her head with thoughts that were fleeting. Her minions cowered below her, awaiting her wrath that was sure to come at any moment.

“It’s truly incredible,” she finally spoke out, though to no one in particular “eighteen years and not one trace of her. Almost as if she vanished into thin air. But we all know that’s not the case, do we?”

She finally turned her gaze downwards, eyes meeting one unlucky minion as he was pushed ahead of the rest. He trembled before her; eyes forever downcast as he refused to meet her piercing gaze. “N-no, not the case at all, your excellency.”

“And you’re sure you searched everywhere?”

“Y-yes, anywhere! We all ...”

“But what of the towns, the forests, the mountains?”

“Yes, your excellency! We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles.”

“Cradle?” Midnight asked, her tone turn less boresome as she narrowed her gaze on the one that stood before her, almost encouraging him to continue to speak.

“Yes, every cradle. We searched them all!”

This caused Midnight to throw her head back, a single dry laugh passed her lips “Cradle? Did you hear that, pet?” she called out, eyes now focused on a dark looming figure that stood past the group of minions before her. “All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby!”

The laughter that came from her was melodious, filling the quite air with a beautiful tune that the minions before her could not help but join in. No longer afraid of ensuing her wrath. Though, before all in the room could join in, it stopped, and the sky turn even darker around them

“Idiots!” Midnight screeched, raising herself to stand as lightning sparked around her “Fools! Imbeciles! You creatures have disappointed me for the last time!”

Lightning flew away from her and towards the group, pushing them further and further from the throne and the women that stood there. All scrambling to get away from the white-hot fire that would surely cause them pain. Though none made it out of the room. None made it away to some sort of safety. Midnight’s wrath came down upon them in a wall of hellfire and flame, leaving nothing behind but ash and dust.

“Oh, they’re hopeless. A true disgrace to the forces of evil. Why can’t I have someone who is competent? Other than you, of course.” she turned and smiled to the shadow, “You may be my last hope, Aizawa.”

The shadow stepped forward towards her and revealed a handsome man. A man who has been with Midnight since she started becoming the mistress of all that is evil. Always in the shadows to give quiet advice, to keep her company, and to do what needed to be done when all else had failed her. Midnight gave him her usual sultry smile as she brought up a hand to cup his face. He leaned into her touch, enjoying the warmth she was providing.

“Go, pet. Circle far and wide. Search for a maiden of eighteen with eyes that sparkle like the sun and lips red as roses. Go, please do not fail me.”

Aizawa only nodded, his gaze telling her more than words ever could. He stepped back from her warmth and with a flick of her wrist purple smoke engulfed him. When it disappeared a raven, flapping its wings, was in his place. With a nod of its tiny head, it turned to soar out the window. Starting his search on the far reaches of the kingdom, where only few ever go.

* * *

The years passed by much more quickly than any of the fairies had ever thought it would. They raised (Name) as best as they could, and they could not have asked for a sweeter child to raise. Mina taught her how to dress and always made her beautiful dresses to wear. Nejire taught her how to garden, to enjoy the presence of the nature around them, and to sing beautiful tunes for the birds in the sky to sing along to. Mei taught her to always be resourceful, and to always help. There could never be too many hands helping her fix something, now could they?

Though it was not always easy. As (Name) grew older, she become more aware of the world around her, began to question things more and more. Why can’t I go with you to the marketplace? She would ask, only to be told that it was a two-person journey. Well, why can’t I be one of the two that go? She would counter, only to be told that it would be far too tiring for a young girl such as herself. Why don’t I have any friends like those in the storybooks I read? She dolefully questioned, only to be reminded that those of her three aunts were all the friends she would ever want or need. Why does it seem like I am the only one that ages? She would tease, only to be met with laughter as the three always had a hard time trying to explain that question away. Explaining agelessness would open a door that would surely lead to her finding out of the dreaded curse, and they didn’t want that. And they certainly had been quiet these past few days as they tired to prepare a small celebration for her upcoming birthday.

What is being in love like?

The heard her wistfully ask as she sat and spooned at the bowl of porridge in front her. Seemingly filling her head with daydreams instead of paying attention to her meal. Ignoring her three aunts as they shuffled about, trying to carefully hide the gifts and craft supplies they had acquired.

“What are you dreaming about?” Nejire asked, taking away the bowl from the girl as she clearly was no longer eating.

“Well surely one of you must know!” (Name) enquired, leaning her body against the table “You’re older than I am, experienced more than I! I’m positive one of you has some idea on what it’s like!”

“Why are you so interested, all of a sudden?” Mina teased, walking past her to ruffle her hair “Reading too many romances?”

(Name) gently knocked her hand away, turning her head to hide her now scarlet cheeks from her teasing aunt “W-well maybe! And what of it?”

“I swear if you spent as much time helping us out instead of daydreaming about all those fantasies in your stories, we would have fixed this stupid sink by now!” Mei grumbled from her position under the sink, trying her best to seem like she was fixing it instead of hiding things.

“I keep offering to help, and you keep shooing me away!” (Name) giggled, “besides, you all have been encouraging me to do so. These last few days you all have been trying to get me out of your hair. It’s almost as if you’re planning something.”

They all froze in the middle of what they were doing, their tense shoulders hiding nothing. It caused (Name) to laugh. She had caught them trying to hide something from her. Though this certainly was not the first time this had happened, and she was sure this would not be the last. Though she held no ill-will, though her aunts may deny it, she knew they were preparing for her birthday. Hence why she was always sent away for hours on end.

“Planning something? What on earth would make you think that?” Mina gave a nervous chuckle “We simply just had errands for you to do!”

“Yes, and you always work so hard for us! So, we wanted you to have more time for yourself to relax!” Nejire added.

“Besides, there isn’t really a need to fix much anyway….” Mei murmured as she got out from where she was currently hiding “and speaking of errands, there is one we need you to do today!”

“There is?” (Name) and Nejire asked, with the latter getting shot a dirty look from the golden eyed woman.

“Yes! We, we, uh, well we need...” Mei muttered, scanning the room to find something to spark her mind before her eyes landed on a bowl by the windowsill filled with wild berries “We need you to pick more berries!”

“More berries? But don’t we have plenty already?” (Name) questioned, turning herself towards the window where she knew she had placed them the day prior.

“Nope! They’re all gone!” Mina jumped in, situating herself in front of the girl to block her from seeing this obvious lie. “And we’ll need you to pick something else out, while you’re gone!”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“Wildflowers!” Nejire agreed, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders, and giving them a little squeeze “They always brighten up the home! And I was thinking of placing them in every room, so we’ll need plenty!”

“You want me to pick up wildflowers and berries?” (Name) questioned one last time, as she was being pulled to stand up.

“You got it kiddo!” Mina exclaimed as she opened the door to their little cottage.

(Name) was shoved through the door before she knew it. A basket to hold the goodies she would be getting, along with some twine to hold all the flowers together. The door opened only briefly, but before she could get a word out, Mei had thrown her hooded cloak at her before slamming the door shut yet again. She could almost make out the comforting words of ‘in case it gets cold’ but it was hard to tell.

(Name) merely shrugged her shoulders; she was used to the antics of her aunts. Always so full of energy, it was like living in a whirlwind at times as she got dizzy trying to keep up. But if they wanted her to get wildflowers and berries then that would mean she would have to go by the riverside. Which was quite a hike from where their little cottage stood, meaning almost half the day would taken up simply by walking there and coming back. Let alone the time it would take to get what she needed. But she wasn’t to complain. She enjoyed the walk and the fresh air it brought. It meant she could daydream all her questions and fantasies with no one around to tease her for doing so.

She tied the string of her cloak around her shoulders, pulling her hood up as she made her way to where she needed to go. She had to be careful on the first leg of her journey, the forest had a way of scaping and scratching one with its many branches if one was not careful. But (Name) walked along with ease, singing out a few notes of a tune for the birds to hear and sing back.

After years of living here, of coming and going from this forest almost daily, the animals within it grew accustomed to her presence. They never ran away from her when she approached or tried to attack when she knelt down to give them a pet. They simply enjoyed the calming presence she gave off, and the stories she would tell, and the songs she would sing. This small journey was to be no exception as already a few squirrels, a rabbit, and some birds had come to join her on her walk.

On the other side of the forest, where she walked, was another person. Sitting high upon his noble steed, taking note of the surroundings he was in. This man was the young Prince Inasa, and he currently was on his own journey towards his neighboring kingdom. Excitement filled his blood as he was to finally meet, and celebrate the birthday of, the kingdoms princess; the woman of which he was betrothed to. He had not seen or heard from her since that dreadful day, and he wanted nothing more than to talk with her. To get to know her and see if she would be as lovely as the thoughts of her he had dreamed up from time to time.

The young Prince was a passionate one, those in his kingdom would say. He always spoke loudly and energetically at whatever was on his mind. At times it would be out of excitement over a game, other times loudly proclaiming his drive to succeed, and there were times when he would say a truth that would confuse those he meant to insult due the kind way he said it, and at times most humorous to those around him was when he proclaimed he was confused or lost about something. Though, he was always honest and had a good heart, so many found the loud young man to be very endearing.

This would be another instance where the young man would be considered endearing. He was so excited to get ahead, to see the kingdom that he had not been in for so long, that he forced his horse to dash away from the party. To blaze the trail ahead and make it to the kingdom first. But he did not know where he was going. And thus, he found himself wandering these very woods. Aimlessly trying to figure a way out and to where he betrothed would be.

He proclaimed an excited shout when he found a river, as rivers always lead to some home or village that would be situated nearby. And he was, thereby, one step closer in the right direction. He could already hear his father’s voice chiding him on his foolishness of dashing ahead. But Inasa knew it would be worth it in the end. He got down from his horse, to allow it to graze and have a drink of water, so he may stretch his legs from sitting upon his steads back for so long.

When he walked a few paces down the rivers edge he heard it. It was faint, but he wouldn’t mistake the sound for anything else in the world. It was singing, but not a bird’s sweet tune, this was a melody that could only be created by a person. But who, he no idea? But he wanted to find out. His new mission was no longer to get to the castle as soon as he could, it was now to find the person behind the sweet melody that rang like an angelic choir throughout the trees around him.

He got to his horse, and though it was hesitant to leave its patch of sweet grass to follow his owner, he was eventually persuaded by the promise of ‘a bucket of oats and a few apples’. Though when Inasa tried to get on his back once more, the horse bucked him off. A clear sign he was not in the mood to have the over-eager man ride him through this dense forest for another while. But allowed the young man to guide him through, without the fear of his companion running off.

(Name) was in a portion of the forest she always affectionately called ‘the berry patch.’ As all sorts of bushes of wild fruit, blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries, seemed to form all on their own over the years. It was the main spot she would go if she wanted to get a sweet snack while she wandered about, or to bring home something for her aunt Nejire to bake. Her basket became full before she knew it, as she swung it around carelessly, as she swayed herself to the melody her and the birds around her were making. Slowly making her way to where the wildflowers grew.

The sun shining down on her was keeping her warm and she could not contain the swelling of happiness in her heart over what will transpire once she was to return home. Gifts and sweet treats, perhaps even a new dress for her to wear, she was not sure. But she always loved when her aunts got in moods like this, she always felts so loved. Slowly she picked berries and placed them gently in her basket, singing a lullaby that she read in a story not too long ago.

“I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird has a someone; to sing to~” She giggled as a bluebird came down to rest himself on her outstretched hand, ignoring the fruit she was about to pick she instead moved the bird closer to her “Sweet things to~ A gay little love melody~ I wonder, I wonder, if my heart keeps singing will my song go winging. To someone, who'll find me and bring back a love song to me…”

She held onto the last note for a breath longer. The melancholy words slowly seeping its way into her heart. She loved her life, truly she did. But she did always envy those in her storybooks and how they could have adventures. How they could meet strangers and create friendships, and even have a budding and beautiful romance. She wanted life outside of this forest, wanted to meet people other than her aunts, wanted to fall in love with someone kind.

She sighed as she pulled down the hood of her cloak, no longer worried about branches that could go into her hair “Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child?” she questioned. The closest she got to an answer was a trill from a bird, almost as if asking her what she meant. “Aunt Mina, and Nejire, and Mei. They never want me to meet anyone…”

She pushed a branch out the way as she stepped forth into an open field filled with the wildflowers she was searching for. The animals that scurried around her feet made little chirps of comfort, to which (Name) responded by sitting herself down and allowing them into her lap. She gave them all small pets as she gazed off into the field.

“But you know something?” she started to smile, gazing downwards at the small creatures “I fooled them. I have met someone!”

This in turn caused the animals to get off her lap in excitement. The birds flew around her head and chirp in a matter that almost sounded like asking her who it was. She giggled at their enthusiasm and slowly started to get back up again, wanting to get started on her gathering.

“Oh, there’s plenty!” She exclaimed, as she started picking “I met a man as strong as a mountain, but always looked at everyone with the kindest crimson eyes! And he had a friend too, one with quite the temper! But he had such soft hair and though he grumbled when I kept running my hands through it, he never pushed me away.”

“There was also a girl who always looked like she was floating! No matter where she walked, she would just glide effortlessly though the air. And a sweet baker’s son, with the most determined green eyes one would ever see on someone, claiming that one day he would be a knight!”

“Oh! And the-“ (Name) stopped herself from continuing, a blush appearing on her cheeks in embarrassment. The animals around her urging her to continue her story as she sheepishly continued her task. After a moment she finally, quietly, whispered out “T-the Prince…”

The animal’s excitement grew even more as the swarmed her hands to stop her from picking another flower and continue on the exciting story she was currently telling. “Well, he’s tall and handsome and… and so romantic.”

She could not help letting out a dreamy sigh as she thought more of the imaginary Prince that she read in her story only hours prior. “We walk together, and we talk together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me into his arms, and then…” She wrapped her arms around herself in a mimic of what she was describing, squeezing her arms tightly before letting them drop with a defeated sigh “I wake up.”

The animals around her seemed just as defeated as they too joined the young woman as she slouched her shoulders down, now picking at the flowers with saddened disinterest. “Yes, it’s all only in my dreams...” She sighed out after a moment, before perking up slightly “But, they say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true! And I have seen them all so many times! So, there is still hope!”

(Name) smiled as she began her renewed interest in her task. Humming along to the lullaby once more, no longer finding the words within it sorrowful, but rather hopeful. That maybe one day a far away companion would hear her sweet tunes and sing some back to her. With that thought in mind she changed her song to one of meeting once again, upon a dream.

Where one hope was renewed, another was slowly starting to dissipate. Inasa had tried to follow the sound of the melody that got his interest in the first place, but now it was gone. He was starting to doubt if he ever heard it at all and it was just his overactive imagination that made him mishear things. Just as he was to turn around, give up hope and find a way out of this place, he heard it. Quiet humming that turned to muffled singing that seemed to be coming from a path before him. Before he could even think about his noble steed, he was dashing ahead to find the person behind it.

“And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do.” (Name) stood, holding onto the last wildflower, keeping its sweet scent to her nose a moment longer “You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream~”

“You’re singing is beautiful!”

Inasa couldn’t help but exclaim, even if it did cause the young woman to be startled and squeak out in surprise. It was only the truth, and he felt it was necessary to share it with her. Though he did feel a little bad as he watched her shoulders go up and tense around her cheeks as she looked at him with a frightened stare.

“T-thank you…” She peeped out as she slowly started to back away from the stranger, over to where her things were so she may make her escape. “That’s very kind…”

“I do apologize!” He laughed, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck sheepishly “I didn’t mean to frighten you at all!”

“Oh no, it wasn’t really that…” She reassured as she gradually leaned herself down to grab at her basket “It’s just that you’re a… a…”

“A stranger?” Inasa finished, moving towards her to try and close the distance between them. He watched as she bashfully nodded her head, still not meeting his intense gaze with her own “But don’t you remember? We’ve met before!”

“I really don’t think that we have, sir. I never met you before!” She mumbled out as she shrunk in on herself as she watched him approach. His frame was giant compared to hers as he loomed over her.

“We have, once upon a dream!” he got out, though he attempted it to be soothing and quiet it was rather the opposite, which caused the young woman to jump. He placed his hands on her arms to try and calm her down “I know you…. I have seen you many times in my dreams too. If you’ll allow me this one thing. I would love a dance.”

(Name) watched as he let her go, taking a step back and extending his hand out to her. She wanted to flee, to get away from this field and make it back to the safety of her cottage, but when he held her it was so gentle. His touch so warm, that she couldn’t feel or see any real danger in trusting him. Besides, she read about these things happening all the time in her love stories. She would be a fool to try and turn it down.

Inasa waited with bated breath. He wouldn’t really do this sort of thing, asking a woman to dance so suddenly, even to the women he knew. But he couldn’t help it, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Not only that, but there was a sense of familiarity when he looked at her. Like he had met her before, he just couldn’t quite place the memory.

A wide smile came across his face when she placed her small hand gently in his, one so bright that she couldn’t help but respond in kind to. Though hers was much more bashful as she placed her hand on his shoulder and felt him place his own on her waist. She had never been this close to another person before, not in this kind of intimacy, and the fact it was with a stranger made it even more dizzying. But she couldn’t help enjoying the feeling of what felt like a million butterflies fill her whole body as this young man stared to move her into a waltz.

He was a wonderful lead, was all (Name) could think as they danced. She had never waltzed before and was sure her movements were clumsy and lacked any form of grace, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He just held her closer and moved within the field without a bump or stumble. She had a wonderful little laugh, was all Inasa could think when he would pick her up and swing her around every now and then. The first time was a mistake, an oversight of him forgetting that she was not confident in the dance and the little squeak she let out made him put her down instantly. However, she gave a breathless chuckle and asked him to do again, and he couldn’t help but oblige. The giggles she let out were sweeter than any music he ever heard, and he found himself lifting her off the ground to swing her around more and more, just to get another peep.

He was strong too and had an infectious smile, (Name) thought again when he lifted her up once more. Unable to stop herself from letting out more laughter and he swung her around and around, blushing when he let out a few chuckles himself as he watched her. The blushing and shy glances that she gave were causing Inasa’s heart to beat out of his chest. It made him pull her even closer whenever he would set her back down.

“Who are you?” He couldn’t help but ask as he set her down for the last time, ending their little dance but still keeping her close to him “What’s your name?”

“Hmmm?” She responded, still stuck in her dreamy state as she stared up into his eyes once more.

“Your name, mine is Inasa” he countered, trying to get her to answer his question but hoping she would not look away.

“Mine name is – “she stopped herself from continuing, the dreamy look was now changed to one of realization. What was she thinking? She couldn’t be telling this stranger her name, even if he was gentle and kind and gave her the most beautiful memory of dancing in a flowered field; she just couldn’t. She broke away from his tender gasp and gaze and began backing away “Oh no, no, I can’t!”

“You can’t? What do you mean?” He asked, the concern ever present in his tone as he tried to hold again and reclaim the sweet moment.

(Name) shook her head as she dashed off towards her belongings, quickly tying the rope of twine to the basket before she picked it up again, not caring at how precarious the flowers that sat atop it were “Goodbye!” she called out over her shoulder, hoping it would be enough to end their encounter.

She knew it wouldn’t be, how could a rushed goodbye ever seem like a proper way to end such a romantic meeting such as theirs? She knew it the moment he easily caught up to her to gently grasp her wrist to turn her towards him again “But when will I see you again?”

“Oh never, never!” she grieved, trying to tug her wrist away from his grasp to continue on her way.

“Never?” his grip became tighter, but not tight enough to cause any sort of pain, “I will never see you again?”

She didn’t want to hurt his feelings or crush his heart. The desperate look on his face was clear that if she were to reject him that he may never recover from the loss. “Well… maybe some day...” She tugged her wrist once more and gained its freedom, quickly taking that opportunity to move away from him once again.

He tried to follow her again, but was not as well versed in avoiding the trees and their unforgiving branches as she was, but his determination kept him from straying too far behind “When? Tomorrow?”

“Oh, no!” She called back, trying to get enough distance from him so she can get away. But she did want to see him again, and though she had never done it before, she was willing to break her aunt’s rules about meeting strangers, especially at night, for him “This evening!”

“Where!?” he called out, getting his own cape stuck on a branch behind him. Trying in vain to get it unstuck so he may continue after her.

She turned, noticing his footsteps were not behind her anymore “At a little cottage, in the glen.” She stated, pointing a hand in the direction he would need to go if he wanted to find it “If you follow this path, you will find it”

She gave him one last smile before dashing off, and quickly disappearing, into the thick forest once more. Her heart was still racing over the fact that a stories fantasy, one about the love she was pondering about earlier that morning, came to her. Real as the pages she held between her fingers as she read it. And though she may not know much about what love was, or how it comes to people, she knew in her heart that the love that started to bloom within her chest when she danced with that man was true as any other.

Inasa watched in awe as she left without a trace. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought her a vision, something that was never real. But the pounding he felt in his heart, the butterflies that wouldn’t stop beating their wings in his chest, grounded him in reality. She was real, and the shy glances and smiles were proof that she felt the same as he did when he first heard her voice. He couldn’t care less as he tore his cape so he could be free of that trees grip. Nor did he care when walked back towards his horse, feet catching and stumbling on every tree root, for he felt like he was gliding on a cloud in the happy spirits he was in. When he mounted his horse once more and it started to lead him in the direction they came in he stopped it. Claiming that there was a ‘change in their plans.’ He had hoped that his betrothed, and his family, would understand when he didn’t show up the castle, or when he would choose this young country women to be his bride instead of the princess. He didn’t want anything else, and he knew he would not be persuaded.

Though, unbeknownst to the young couple, they had a visitor. And not the sweet and friendly kind of forests creatures. No, an odd and peculiar raven watched over them with a questioning glare. One that was too focused and intrigued than that of a normal bird. And when they parted, so did it. Following after the young woman, almost as if she was its prey. He followed her all the way until she made it back to her cottage. Perching itself on the roof, by the hole of the chimney, as it listened in to what was to unfold.

“Oh goodness! I think she’s almost home!” Nejire exclaimed as she quickly tried to tidy up her dirty dishes that would surely give away the fact that she was baking.

Mina quickly moved to the window to see if that was true, cursing when she saw (Name) walking over the hill and towards their home. She quickly moved all her sewing equipment into its designated box and shut it quickly. Rushing to put it back in its place and to take the new purple coloured gown she had created into the closest that was situated near the doorway. Mei picked up all the craft supplies she had spread out all over the small dining table, making sure the little gifts she had wrapped were placed back in their original hiding place under the sink. She then slid herself beside Nejire to open the window to get the smell of fresh baking out of their home so nothing would seem out of the ordinary.

They all almost let out a breath of relief when (Name) waltz through the door, completely unaware of what they had been planning. Though after a moment of watching the young woman waltz around the home in a dream like trance as she placed her items on the dining table and her cloak across a chair nearby, it was clear that she wouldn’t have noticed even if they didn’t clean up.

“Oh dear, what has gotten into you!” Nejire giggled as she stopped the girl swaying her body to and fro. “Your head seems to be in the clouds! Well, more so than usual!”

She didn’t respond, only gazing away from her aunt to continue her humming. Her body continuing to sway, though her movements were limited from being exaggerated, due to the hold Nejire had on her. Mina quirked a brow and gave a chuckle as she motioned for Mei to get the gifts from their hiding spot, seeing no reason to try and hide them anymore.

“It sure does. Did your head get away from you daydreaming about love this morning?” Mina teased as she opened the closest door to carefully retrieved the dress she had just placed in there.

“It wasn’t a dream” She sighed, eyes focusing back into the world around her “At least not anymore.”

“Hah?” Mei exclaimed; her confusion mirrored on the faces of her fellow sisters “What does that even mean?”

“Oh, just wait until you meet him!” (Name) beamed, her arms moving to embrace Nejire as she began to sway the two of them around the small living area in a manner similar to the dance she had just encounter only hours prior.

“Him?” Mina probed, placing the dress down and coming over to stop the current dance that was taking place “You’ve met some stranger?”

“Oh, he’s not a stranger” She smiled, moving herself into the arms of Mina to persuade her to join her in the dance instead. “We’ve met before.”

“You have?” Mei jumped in, placing the gifts down as they no longer seemed as important “Where?”

“Once upon a dream!” She replied wistfully, removing herself from Mina’s grasp to wrap her own arms around herself to mimic the gentle hold that she grew to love just a few hours earlier “In the wildflower field just earlier today…”

(Name) dreamily sighed as she started swaying once again, ignoring the concerned looks her aunts were giving one another over the situation. (Name), in love? With a man she just met. Not only did that not bode well to her safety and trying to keep her hidden, but she was betrothed to someone else. And the last they checked that suitor was still going to marry her as soon as the curse lifted. They wanted to wait until the next morning to tell her the news, but it seemed they had no other choice.

“She’s in love…” Nejire sighed as she sat herself down on the nearby chair, ignoring the creaks and groans it let out from the action.

“This is terrible!” Mei bemoaned as she too sat herself down, placing her arm on the dining table with her chin cradled in her palm “Not good news at all…”

“Why? After all, I am eighteen!” Her smile starting to fade as she listened to her aunt’s reactions “And the talk of marriage is not uncommon for someone my age, let alone falling in love.”

“It isn’t that dear.” Mina began, taking hold of the young woman once more “You are already betrothed to the Prince of a neighboring kingdom.”

“What? Betrothed? Since when?”

“Since the day you were born.” Nejire responded, watching as Mina sat the both of them down opposite of her.

“But how?” She exclaimed, pushing herself away from her aunts embrace as she tried to come to terms with the information being told to her “How can I marry a Prince? I would have to be-!”

“A Princess. Which is what you are.” Mei clarified, removing her hand from her chin “The crown Princess of this here kingdom”

“Tonight, we will take you back to your father, the King.” Mina declared, standing from her spot, and brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt to distract herself from the sorrowful look she was be given.

“But we can’t!” (Name) wailed, standing up and grasping onto Mina once more, this time in desperation to get her to take back what she had just said “I promised! He is coming here tonight! I promised I would meet him!”

“I’m sorry, my dear little one” Mina took hold of the young woman once more, petting her hair in a soothing manner to try and calm her “But you must never see that young man again.”

The crying, sobbing, and pleading they were faced was something they all wished to never hear, but it needed to be done. They needed to break the hope that (Name) might have had of loving this mystery man so she may do what she was born to do. It pained them greatly to see her stare blankly at nothing as they packed her things. To not be responsive when the moved her to their wagon and settled her down in the back of it. To not ask questions on the sights they would see or about the destination they were going.

And how could she respond. The one glimpse of life was now taken from her. Her one chance of true love being forced away from her grasp when she was so close. And to be told all of this. That she was not some miracle that her aunts had found and took in. But rather a princess that they were told to guard and keep safe from some unknown danger. That she had parents, but never knew of them. That she was to marry someone else. That was the worst of it. As she watched the moon shine brightly in the sky, she thought of him. Inasa. The young man she promised to meet that night. She tried to think fondly of their brief encounter. How oddly charming his enthusiasm was, how lovely his smile had been when it shone on her, and how handsome she found him. But it still stung so sharply in her heart to know that when the dawn broke, so would his heart at knowing she never showed up.

* * *

When at last they all left that cottage, the raven flew away. Having listened to all that he wanted, having gathered all the information he desired, he left. He flew himself towards Midnight’s domain like he had always done. The place his home and the path so familiar that it no longer put a twinge of fear into his heart as he drew closer. He found the princess, a lot easier of a job then he thought it would be, but nevertheless he knew that his mistress would be very pleased of the news he would share.

He flew through the open window to where her throne was kept. Perching himself on it as he waited for her to acknowledge his presence. He would never startle or interrupt her thoughts with cawing, an action too rude to be done the Queen of Hell. He was more than willing to be patient; he had no other job to do then serve her after all.

After a moment, she lifted her head. Midnight always knew when her beloved was around. She could always feel the presence he gave off; it soothed her soul. She smiled towards the raven before flicking her wrist. The purple smog that was so familiar with her being began to swarm around him in a dance that he was used to. After a breath he was returned to normal, standing by the window in his usual dark attire; ones that matched his mistress.

“Come, Aizawa.” Midnight sighed out, beckoning him closer with her finger “Tell me what reason you are back so soon.”

He headed her call, walking towards her in smooth controlled steps. “I think it would be rather obvious as to why I am here so soon, your excellency.” He murmured out, his deep voice sending rumbles down her spine.

She moved a leg up and down his sensually when he got closer, a devilish smirk growing on her lips “Please tell me you found her, pet. It would bring me such joy if you did.”

“Of course.” He responded immediately, taking hold of her leg as he moved to step in between them. His hand running slowly up and down the leg he grasped in a soothing pattern as he pushed the other away, ignoring her silent request to pull him closer “You sent me on a job. And I never fail.”

She let out a small moan, barely a whisper, but it was heard nonetheless by the man before as he allowed her to place her arms around his neck. Her hands playing with the strands of hair at the nape “You never do. Shall I give you a reward then, pet? For doing such a good job?”

Aizawa placed his free hand on one of her arms, halting its motion of pulling him in closer “We should wait. She is on her way to the castle now, if we wish to succeed we must follow them.”

“My curse states that we have until sundown of tomorrow to fulfil our revenge.” She tugged at him once more, trying to get him to succumb to her will. “We have plenty of time.”

“But if we want to succeed, we must act now.”

“Aizawa, please!” Midnight whined, her arms losing their strong grip and now hanging loosely around his shoulders “We have more than enough time to do what we need to do.”

The gaze in her eyes turned hungry, a stare that he was always weak to. And she knew it as well. She gripped her arms around him once again and he let her pull their bodies close. Her chest pressed snuggly against his as her legs tightened around his hips. Wanting to feel all of him in this glorious moment. She brought her lips up to his ear, unable to resist taking a small nip of his ear lobe, relishing in the shiver that went down his spine as her warm breath met his ear.

“Please, pet. Let us celebrate now.” She sighed, bringing a hand up to cup his face and moving it so their lips were almost touching “And once we succeed, we shall celebrate again in a larger and more grand scale. For I do not think I can bare another moment longer without you.”

Aizawa closed the small gap that separated the two of them, pulling at the back of her head to control the kiss to how he saw fit. He was never one to say no to his mistress, not in times like these. It was rare that she would plead for his touch, so he was more than willing to oblige her request and fulfil her needs. After all, he was her most loyal and trusted servant.

* * *

The castle was something that (Name) had only seen in pictures, beautiful paintings that showed its grandness and scale, and now it was before her. If it weren’t for such a melancholy reason, she would have delighted in its beautiful structures and intricate design. But to her, in this moment, it looked nothing more than a prison. And as she watched its drawbridge lower to let them in, all she could think was as soon it closed it would lock her up from her freedom forever.

She knew it wouldn’t be all bad. The stories she read of the fine luxuries and splendors that royalty were given was something she envied when she was cooped herself up in her small room, but now she understood why in those stories those young royals always longed for an escape.

She felt a pat on her knee, and when she looked up she gazed into the kind blue eyes of Nejire. “Cheer up love, for you will finally get to meet you mother and father. How delighted they will be to finally see you once again.”

(Name) only gave a small smile. She wished that this reunion would be sweet and joyous as one hoped it would be, that her parents surely would see it as. But she did not know them. And although she understood why they did what they did, they still abandoned her. To her, the two people she was to love unconditionally, were nothing more than strangers. More people in this new life at court she did not want to interact with.

She knew she was being immature. That her lack of optimism, that could be felt by those around her like a rain cloud over their heads, was only making things more difficult. But she couldn’t help it. She was just like a ragdoll, being pulled into the directions people wanted her to go. Not fully listening to the words the guards and royal advisors said about ‘meeting with the King and Queen tomorrow when the celebrations arise.’ And being pulled into tight hugs, without truly feeling them, before being left alone in a room. She tried to be strong, she always had, but she couldn’t help the tears that stung her eyes once she was finally alone. Curling herself up within the soft covers of her new bed as she wished for this all the be a dream. A terrible nightmare, that once started so sweet, that she would eventually wake from and return to her small cottage and simple life once again.

But when she woke the next morning, she was met with the disappointment of reality. The plush softness that consumed her body could not be mistaken, nor could the gorgeously decorated room that surrounded her. When a maid came by to give her breakfast it only solidified that she no longer was a simple maiden girl, but royalty. No longer will she be treated with love and familiarity, but rather lukewarm and distant envy.

Her aunts, if she could really call them that anymore, came by after she ate. Instructing her to go bathe, as they prepared the rest of the items needed to get her ready. She didn’t want to bathe, to scrub off all that she once was, but she couldn’t deny the warm water and beautiful smelling soaps. She did what she was told, even if it was slowly and begrudgingly.

When she walked back into her room, they were waiting for her. Mina instructed Nejire to close the blinds and for Mei to lock the door, as she beckoned (Name) to come and stand by three large mirrors where a gown was waiting. She allowed Mina to place the gown over her head, to move her arms through the sleeves, and not complaining when she was tightening the corset; only letting out little gasps every now and then. They did her hair next. Nejire was so gentle when brushing her hair, and her fingers making soothing patterns when placing some of her locks up in an intricate design. It did help relax her, almost making her fall asleep with how soothing it all was.

It was only when Mei presented her gift that the atmosphere in the room started to shift. “One last gift for you, dear.” Mei spoke quietly as she approached, carefully placing the most beautiful crown upon her head “The symbol of royalty. A crown to wear in grace and dignity, as is thy right and duty.”

“Now dear…” Nejire began to comfort as she watched the tears start to fill (Name)’s eyes as she stared at her reflection.

“Come,” Mina pulled Nejire away, knowing it was best to not try and cheer the melancholy girl up “Let her have a moment alone.”

(Name) could barely look at herself, which was a shame. She had never looked more beautiful in her whole life. The gown was a beautiful soft purple, with beads and jewels that winded like a maze around her bodice in a complex design before unravelling in lovely strands along her skirts. Her hair never looked so soft, and the braids within them looking almost flowerlike as they twisted behind her head. And the crown. How prepossessing it was as it sat on the head, taunting her with the reality that she truly desired to wear it as often as she could. She truly looked the part of a princess.

But she wished she could feel the part. She wished she would have known sooner. She watched out of the corner of her glassy eyes at the reciting forms of those that raised her; wishing why they held so much from her. She sniffled before closing her eyes, refusing the let the tears fall “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She wished she sounded strong, wished her voice didn’t whimper out the words, wished that she didn’t looked at them with pleading sad eyes, but she needed to know. She could swallow her pride if it meant they could explain everything.

“We were forbidden to, by orders of the King.” Nejire was the first to speak, moving closer to her once more as the need she had to comfort the young woman was ever present.

“Why would he forbid you from telling me?” she moved her arms to wrap around her, nails desperately finding purchase within the sleeves to ground herself “Why would he banish his own daughter?”

“He didn’t want to do it. There was someone who forced his hand” Nejire knelt herself in front of the young woman “I think it is time we tell you everything.”

The other two nodded as they moved closer to her. They told a tale of kingdom, on that was filled with wonders. Other beings, those of myth and legend, and how they lived mainly apart from mortals, but some enjoyed their company. Like them, fairies with magic so wonderful and power they grant almost any gift and wish. They never aged and could hide and pretend to be just like any normal man if they wanted; as they were instructed to do. They then told a tale of the birth of girl, and how the kingdom celebrated her arrival. And how three fairies were invited and in kind gave gifts to the baby. But one fairy was not, and in her anger of her wounded pride place a curse on the girl. If she were to prick her finger up until the eve of her eighteenth birthday she would die. And their gifts could not be taken back, so it was altered to have the girl to fall into a deep sleep.

(Name) took their words at stride. At first she was almost marveled at the knowledge of magical beings, that her aunts held powers beyond the mortal imagination. Warmed at the thought of how much love was spread and felt on the day she was born. But it was quickly dashed away into anger over being told of the curse. Her curse: the one she was gifted to on that day. Her nails dug into her arms with such pressure she knew it would break skin if there wasn’t a silk barrier.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice was shaky, but no longer with a sorrowful tone. Her voice too strong and clear to be mistaken for such a thing. “Why would you lie to me of such a thing?”

“The king ordered it. We had to follow his orders.” Mina sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder, shock filling her features as (Name) pulled herself away aggressively.

“He wouldn’t have known if you told me! He was not visiting us, nor was he asking you to tell him of your doings!” she knitted her brows together in vexation as she huffed her arms into her lap, her hands in tight fists.

“We wanted to protect you! We love you very much, we couldn’t bare to tell you such horrible things!” Nejire attempted to soothe, as she tried her best to hold the angry woman’s hand, to no avail.

“The sweet lies you told are not better than the truth! I would have accepted it all if you explained it to me! No matter how bitter of a fate it all was!” (Name) finally looked up at them, a scowl forming on her face.

“We were only trying to keep you safe and to protect you, dear!” Mei urged, wanting badly to calm the whole situation down. Today was supposed to be a celebration after all.

“Protect me?” She scoffed “What did you expect would happen? All you did was heard me like a sheep, and now you have led me to slaughter!”

(Name) stood abruptly, pushing away the hands and arms that wanted to hold and comfort her. She walked to the other side of the room, where the drawn window was. Sunlight was peaking through the wool curtains and it was doing nothing to soothe the anger that flowed so freely through her veins. She hated the fact that it was such a beautiful day, that they day of her possible demise would shine so brightly. That those she trusted were dishonest with her for most of her life would enjoy such a clear blue sky. That the young man she had wanted to meet last night would walk home under the sun’s warm rays, almost as a taunt to his sadness.

“Leave…” was all she could mutter after a moment of agonizing silence.

The three of them looked to one another, unsure of what to do. “(Name), please…” Nejire started, but couldn’t finish, as the young woman turned back to them.

“Leave.”

Her tone felt like a sharp knife as it cut through the air at them, almost like it was cutting their skin. She had never acted, or sounded, this way and they were at a loss of what they could do. But they suppose there wasn’t much they could do. Time was the one who caused this chasm, once small but quickly turned into an abyss, so it was only time that could fill it. To mend the wounds and broken heart that was caused.

(Name) listened, her back turned as she could no longer look at them in this moment in time, until she heard the door close with a soft click. It wasn’t until that soft noise hit her ears that she let the tears fall from her eyes. She almost threw herself onto a nearby chair, as she could no longer stand. Her sobs raked through her body with such force that her breathing came out as hiccups.

She may be childish, naïve, and always seemed to have her head in the clouds. But not even the strongest of people could hear that their life may be over in the matter of hours, and the life that you loved so much was all a lie.

* * *

The tears were something so delicious to see for Midnight as she watched through the ball on her staff. The young woman’s anguish she could practically taste as she watched her breathing become uneven and face to go red. It delighted her no end, a wicked grin gracing her perfect features as the moments passed watching the young princess cry out in heartbreak and agony. Midnight hummed, the image slowly fading away as she uncrossed her legs and stood from her throne. Her long skirts and cape dragging behind her as she walked down the steps.

“Shall I go visit her now, pet?” Midnight asked, looking up at Aizawa with a gaze of mischief written in her eyes.

“She will need someone to comfort her.” He agreed, his own smirk coming to grace his handsome features.

“Then let’s not keep her waiting.”

With one last shared smile Midnight flicked her wrist, the purple smoke filling the air between them as they waited with bated breath for it to do its job. Teleportation was a tricky spell to master, many things could go wrong while one was using it. A slight error could cause for one to teleport to a place they didn’t want to be, or to only transport a part of their being. Many that have tried either ended up in a dangerous location or missing a body part or two. But this never was an issue for Midnight. She was the most powerful fairy there was, so it came to no surprise to her when she arrived at the location in a matter of only mere seconds; and in one piece.

She was in the Princesses room, watching silently at her crying. The young woman no longer effected so heavily by her emotions now, as she was slowly calming herself down. It was almost a pity for Midnight, as she would have loved to watch her little body continue to heave with suffering. But she supposed that there was no time to spare, and that the distraction that this would cause would only be that. She approached the young women, quietly and carefully as to not alert her presence. When she was close enough she placed a small hand on her back; gently running it up and down in a soothing manner.

“Dear child, what has you so upset?” Midnight inquired, as she slowly moved her hand up to play with the ends of her hair.

(Name) sniffled, wiping away the tears that burned into the skin of her face, “It’s a long story….” She mumbled, not realizing who she was speaking with as she thought it was merely another maid asked to check in on her.

“I do know a thing or two of long stories.” Midnight hummed; her tone playful as if inviting the girl to continue the conversation.

“Oh, do you?”

“Mhmm, would you like to hear one?” Midnight purred, her touch turning lingering as she continued to run her hand up and down the young woman’s back.

The tone that was used to ask that question confused (Name), as was the demeanor this woman now had with her touch. She looked up at the women and gasped. She was beautiful, her dark hair and perfect skin was one anyone would envy; but it was her eyes that captured (Names)’s attention. A deep blue that seemed to glow the longer you stared within their pools, and (Name) was mesmerized by it.

“There was once a handsome man, a prince if you must know.” Midnight mused, pulling the young woman closer and slowly stroking her face with gentle touches “And he caught my eye. Oh, how he was so sweet and kind, and I thought I would be able to tempt him to stay with me in my kingdom.”

“But alas, another caught his eye. Though, I cannot blame him. She was a beautiful creature, no could compare with her, even I was tempted to take her away. And so, with a heavy heart, I allowed him to marry this woman. What a strong love that could be felt throughout all the kingdoms afterwards, even stronger when the birth of their child happened.”

Midnight smiled wickedly, playfully tapping the young woman’s nose, enjoying that she was now completely under her spell “They held a celebration, and I waited patiently for my invitation. I was an old friend and being of high standing. Imagine my surprise when I never got one, but those that are lesser did. Fairies, not as strong as I, guests of honor. So, I showed up unannounced and gave a wonderful gift to their child.”

Midnight lowered her face, her breath now fanning against the young woman’s as she grasped onto her arms tightly “Would you like to see your gift?”

The princess nodded her head in a trance like manner, her movements stilted as if she was being controlled by someone else. Midnight smile grew wider as she pulled away, taking languid steps away from the princess and out of the room. She knew that (Name) would follow behind her, the spell she casted on her far too strong to break now. All Midnight needed to do was find a room where no one else would find her and enacted her curse. And she knew where the perfect place would be.

Mina wouldn’t stop pacing the corridors. Guilt gnawing at her, finding purchase into her heart like gnarled roots of a tree that found security into the earth, over what had transpired only an hour prior. She wished things had gone differently, perhaps it would have been better to tell her of the curse. But no matter how times her mind thought of the ‘what if’s’ the harder it was to find a clear answer. She had to deal with the fallout and pray to the few that are more powerful than her that her beloved little princess would forgive her. She kept her head down as she thought of all the ways she, and the other two, could apologize. The skirts of her gown swayed along with her as she picked at a few pieces of string that had appeared from her over wringing of the garment in fret.

A flash of a familiar soft purple hue caught her attention at long last. Mina’s head quickly shot up to find it once more, scurrying herself around the corner into another corridor to find her. She called out to the princess once she was in eyeshot once again, only to be met with silence. At first she faltered in her stride, clearly worried that the young woman was as furious as she had been when Mina originally left her, but something seemed off. It was the way she was walking, like in a trance. It was not like the times before when (Name) would just prance into the cottage in high spirits; much like she did yesterday. This seemed like she was a puppet being forced to move.

Mina picked up her stride to catch up with the young woman, trying to make sense of it all. When she was but a few paces away did she finally see Midnight. Walking a yard in front of the young woman in an unhurried pace; every step she took, (Name) mimicked. Under her spell to finally meet her brutal end. Mina kept silent as she turned herself around and back to where she once was. When after a few hallways had passed did she summon her wand out of the air. A flick of her wrist and her wings were once again adorned on her back; fluttering in excitement at being used after so long. With a deep breath, that came back out as a huff, Mina flew as fast as she could to where she knew the others would be. They didn’t have much time.

Mina found them rather quickly, which she was thankful for. What she was not thankful for was the confused looks on their face as they watched her approach, even less so when Mei so brashly pointed out that they were ‘gonna wait until after today to be fairies again.’ But it only took a mutter of Princess’s name for them to understand. Quickly following suit and brandishing wings and chasing after Mina to where she last saw the princess.

Midnight was leading her towards the West Wing’s Tower. She knew there was a secret room, one where previous kings of old would hide their paramours. She knew that this King would not know of its existence, and therefore no one else. It would be the perfect place for the princess to have a comfortable and hidden sleep. There was a fireplace, standing at the end of small corridor, it was inconspicuous, but the flames always fluttered different than those of a normal fire. But only those who truly looked could tell. The flames flicked in a pattern, and if one pressed the bricks behind it at the right times it would open and grant access to a narrow stairwell that led upwards. Something Midnight did with ease as she guided the young princess up, making sure that the door closed behind them. Those retched fairies surely would be close behind her.

She could hear them, after all, calling out to their spellbound princess. Begging her to snap out of her trance, to not follow after her, to not touch anything. It made her chuckle at the pitiful attempts of trying to stop her. How could they? They were not as strong as she was, they had no hope. And she could feel said hope start to dwindle as she heard them banging at the hidden door; desperately trying to open it.

Midnight breathed in deeply the stale air that now surrounded her. The room being closed off for decades if the dust that surrounded them was any clue. She tutted, clicking her tongue in distaste as she scanned the room.

“No, no, no” she muttered out, swirling her staff in the air “We need a clean room to spend eternity in, don’t we?”

She knew she wouldn’t get a response, not even a nod, and it made her giggle as the purple smoke filled the air. All the dust, cobwebs, and any other debris vanished as if it never sat in the room at all. The linen on the bed, by the far window, looked as if was brand new; like it was never slept on before. And most importantly, the dusty and decrypted spinning wheel now looked pristine.

She walked up to the young woman once more, her mouth by her ear as she placed her hands on her shoulders, giving them an encouraging squeeze “Go on, love. Touch the spindle.”

Midnight could hear the cries of the other three fairies, muffled by the distance between them, calling out to the princess and begging her to not touch anything. The distress in their voices was something Midnight relished in, as if she were drinking the finest ambrosia. She pushed the woman forward, watching with utter delight and the princess raised her arm.

“Touch the spindle, I say!” she giggled out, glee seeming to pour out of her as she watched the scene unfold.

(Name) approached the spindle slowly, her eyes glossed over in the trance she was in. She raised her hand to where the sharp needle jutted out proudly; almost as if begging to be touched. It seemed like she hesitated when her fingertip was mere centimeters away, like she could hear the begging cries of her guardians telling her to stop, but it only lasted a brief moment. Her fingertip was punctured on the sharp needle, as it pressed itself further until a trail of blood trickled down her hand and onto the floor. The stinging pain caused the spell over her being to be broken, as she flinched her hand quickly away from the needle. The horror of her realization over what had transpired appeared on her face as she looked up at Midnight, who was laughing merrily.

Her body went limp, darkness reclaiming her mind just as she got clarity. Midnight delighted as she watched as the princess struggled to fight against the comforting weight of dropping eyelids and heavy limbs. The deep sleep encasing every part of her being as she fell to the floor.

The three of them had finally figured out the door’s hidden trick when they heard a thud. The silence that followed was deafening and could only mean one thing. They dashed up the stairs in a matter of seconds and through the second door into the room before them. Midnight was all they could see, as she sat at the bedside, not looking at them as she slowly stroked the hair of the princess, the young woman which they had raised as she laid almost lifeless upon the large bed. The only indication that she was still alive was the slow and consistent rising of her chest.

“Such a pretty thing.” Midnight called out, breaking the heavy tension and unbearable silence as she moved some hair out of the young woman’s face “Much like her mother. Almost the spitting of her, don’t you think?”

Midnight stood, a last lingering touch to her victims’ cheek, before straightening her posture. She did not wait for them to respond, grabbing hold of her staff as she gave them one last sinful smile “You are poor simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me, the Mistress of Evil. Now your precious princess sleeps, and you get to bear the agonizing weight immortality brings as you all watch her helplessly forever.”

With a flick of her wrist her purple smoke gathered around her once more. The smoke disappeared rapidly, as did the wicked fairy. The sky, once so blue and bright, turning red with the curse of Midnight. A visual reminder of the horror that befell upon a once prosperous and happy kingdom. With heavy hearts, the three fairies watched helplessly as the last beam of sunlight was cast out.

They cried, something they haven’t done in a millennium, as they clutched to the hands of the princess and each other. They could see the bright lights of the fireworks that were shot into the sky, the cheers from the crowds that exclaimed their joy at finally meeting their princess after so long. The fanfare, the ill-timed joy, digging daggers deeper into their hearts over their failure.

Nejire placed a red rose in one of the hands that were laying on her chest, stroking her cheek one last time as she moved away “The poor King and Queen.”

Mina nodded; a sad sigh escaped her mouth as she tried to hold back another sob “They’ll be heartbroken when they find out.”

“Then they won’t.” Mei declared, pulling back her sleeves and getting her wand ready to begin another spell.

“They aren’t” Nejire and Mina questioned as they watched a bright yellow ball of light grow larger and larger as the moments passed.

“I’ll put them all to sleep, just like (Name). They will all awaken when she does.” Mei concluded, the yellow light springing forth from her wand and into the sky.

And like the rain, bits of the magic fell from the sky and landed upon the kingdom. The three fairies watched as everyone started to grow limp and heavy with sleep. Dropping slowly to the ground, one by one, as they entered the same blissful state of unconsciousness as the princess. Unaware of the horrors that were sure to awaken when they try figure out how to awaken the sleeping woman.

“Good thinking, Mei.” Mina mumbles as she watched the last person fall asleep, almost finding some form of humor as he landed within a hedge. “Always the quick thinker.”

“We need to find him.” Nejire interrupted, stopping Mei from accepting the compliment before she even had a chance. “Find that boy, the one (Name) mentioned yesterday.”

“Why?” Mina questioned, turning her attention to the pondering Nejire as she started to pace the room “What good would he do?”

“True love, that is what will break this curse, won’t it?” Nejire countered, her tone making it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That was the condition Mei put on her spell when she gave it eighteen years ago.”

“You’re right.” Mei sighed, “But how do we know that what (Name) felt with this mystery man, a stranger mind you, was true love?”

“I can’t say for certain! But it’s the only real hope that we have!” Nejire pleaded, attaching herself to Mei’s arm as a way to drive home her point.

Mei shook her off quickly, never liking the feeling of being clung to “Suppose you’re right, where would we find him? Not like we’ve ever met him and can point him out in a crowd!”

“The cottage!” Mina exclaimed, moving from her spot by the window to where the other two stood bickering “(Name) said yesterday that he was coming to the cottage that night to meet us! It may be a long shot, but maybe we can find him there! Or on our way!”

“Then what are we waiting for!?” Nejire cried out, already dashing towards the open door. The others followed suit at the raced towards the cottage once more.

* * *

Inasa did not know what he was going to expect when he got the invitation to see the beautiful young maiden once again, at her little cottage in the glen. Maybe he would meet her parents and together they would have a wonderful dinner and tell stories by the warm hearth. Or perhaps she would meet him outside, tell him to follow her as she showed beautiful new locations within this dense forest as they danced even more. Or maybe, when he arrived, she would tell him to keep quiet as she snuck him into her home and to her bedroom, where they would share secrets and dreams; and maybe give a shy kiss or two.

He was expecting something. But when he arrived it was quiet, it seemed like no one was home. He waited a few hours, maybe they went out to a nearby market to get supplies; she did say to meet her in the evening, and he was early. But as night fell, so did his heart. He began to have his doubts about whether she truly felt the same as he did. Or if she was just a frightened maiden, one who did not know how to make him go away and thus made up this tale before running away from him forever.

Just as he stood from the stoop of the doorstep, the dawn slowly breaking upon the horizon, whistling for his horse to come to him so they may leave was when he heard a noise from inside. Maybe there was a back entrance to the cottage and they just got back. Hope and excitement filled his heart once more as he knocked on the door; waiting early as he bounced on the balls of his feet for an answer.

“Come in!”

He heard, and though it was muffled he knew that voice anywhere; the pretty maiden he wanted to see most. Zealously opening the door, uncaring when it swung open so fast that it banged on the wall behind it, as he raced in to hold the sweet girl in his arms once more.

Rope that caught around his arm, stopping him mid stride, was what initially caused confusion to be written on his face. But it quickly turned to one of anger as he struggled when more lines of thick rope hooked themselves around his body, immobilizing him. He called out, yelled and screamed in fury at the smaller hellion creatures below him, to be let go at once but all it did was cause one to tie a scarf around his mouth to silence him. The muffled noises a far less annoying sound than the booming commands he was letting out moments prior, though it was causing the minions issues as his struggle was as vigorous as ever. His strength was something they had difficulty maintaining and controlling.

What felt like an eternity, but was only a matter of moments, two being appeared in the doorway. Blocking out the sun’s rays with their presence as one stepped aside to let the other slowly walk into the room.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, isn’t it pet?” Midnight tittered, turning her head back briefly at Aizawa as he slowly entered the cottage.

“We surely we’re expecting this.” He agreed, nodding his head.

“Not at all! I set a trap for a peasant, and lo! I catch a Prince!” Midnight gave an airy laugh as she grasped the chin of the still struggling Inasa, turning his head from side to side to evaluate him “A handsome one too, I can see why she was so enamored.”

“What shall we do with him?” Aizawa interrupted, breaking his mistress free of taunting before anyone could know they were there “Kill him?”

“Kill him? No, of course not!” Midnight guffawed turning back her confidant and giving him a small pat on his cheek, keeping her eyes locked on his as she called out to her minions “Away with him. But gently, my pets, gently! I have plans for our royal guest.”

Once she knew her minions, and the Prince they were carrying ever so carefully, were gone she pulled Aizawa closer to her. A leg coming up to settle in its usually place around his hip as she wrapped her arms around his neck once more, her breath mingling with his. He held onto her hips to stop her from going any further, an action which caused her airy laugh to come past her lips once more.

“I think we can celebrate on a grander scale now.” She whispered, her smoke filling the air as she started the process of returning to her domain “The princess is asleep, and we have in our possession the only thing that can bring her back.”

“I wouldn’t be apposed to it.” Aizawa murmured, allowing his mistress to pull him even closer and tug at his hair in excitement as slowly they faded from the cottage.

* * *

When the fairies arrived at the cottage, it was empty. On their journey there, they split themselves up to cover as much ground of the forest and its greenery as possible in search of the young man, but never finding him. So, to come to the place they called home for the past eighteen years and find no sign of him caused all their hope to be dashed away. But ever determined they still wanted to try and find something within these old walls.

They entered, the door creaking on its hinges in a familiar way, as the three of them hovered as they carefully peaked through the threshold. They were uncertain if Midnight or her hellions would be awaiting them or not. When the saw none and heard no signs of movement did the continue on their mission. Searching for any clue of the young man that could help them end the curse.

“Oh no!” Mina called out, as she approached the kitchen, where the back entrance was. She found a hat and carefully picked it up for the other two, who came to her when she called out, to inspect and examine “She’s got him.”

“W-well where could she have taken him?” Nejire inquired before gasping and placing a hand over her mouth as she passed the hat to Mei “You don’t think she killed him, do you?”

“I don’t know! But we need to go to where she has taken to make sure it doesn’t happen!” Mina urged, already moving towards to exit.

“At the Forbidden Mountains! But we can’t go there!” Mei exclaimed, grabbing hold and halting the overeager Mina.

“We’ll die if we try!” Nejire agreed as she helped keep Mina from dashing off and away from them.

“But we have to try! We promised to keep her safe, didn’t we?” Mina urged, her words causing the other two to slacken their holds “We can, and we must!”

Mei and Nejire let out small sighs, composing themselves for a brief moment before nodding. Determination, replacing the trepidation, that filled their gazes as they set themselves to continue their journey to Midnight’s domain.

The Forbidden Mountains was not for the faint of heart. It was filed with creatures that were not friendly to those that came close to them or their homes. Filled with flora that means to take a bite out of anyone that treaded too close to their petals. And rock, leading up to their ruler’s castle, that would give way whenever it felt as if it were a fun game to play. The three fairies were grateful for the fact they could fly, and thus avoid most of the dangers that surrounded them. But fear still gripped their hearts, as they knew that all sense of security would be dashed away once they entered Midnight’s home. They held each other closely they approached and entered through one of the many open windows. Praying that would not accidently enter the same room as Midnight and her faithful companion.

In a way, their prayers were answered. They indeed entered the same room as Midnight and her companion, along with the many hellions she called minions. However, the room they entered was grand and with many pillars and places to hide away from the gazes of those within the room. And that is exactly what they did, as they watched the scene around them unfold. Careful to avoid looking at Midnight for too long as she clung in a depraved manner to her favored companion. The sounds of their love making could be heard over the music, the crackling of the bonfire in the center of the room, and fanfare of victory of the minions. It was uncomfortable for the uninvited guests.

They were thankful that it was near the end of their passionate embrace, as after a few agonizingly long moments they parted from one another. Midnight had the happiest look on her face, blissed out and unfocused, as she gazed at the fire before her. Uncaring of trying to cover herself up to preserve her modesty as she reached out to pet the head, and smooth out the hair, of her beloved.

“What a pity that Prince Inasa can’t be here to enjoy the celebration!” Midnight giggled as she stood from her throne after she heard her beloved hum in agreement, trying her gown to hide what she was so proudly displaying moments prior “Come, we must go to the dungeon to cheer him up.”

Aizawa stood and clutched her outstretched hand, taking hold of her staff before to give to her before he allowed her to drag him to the dungeons. The three uninvited guests perked up when the heard of the news and carefully, like the spiders within this castle would, maneuvered through every room and corridor the pair below them would go through. Taking mental notes of where things were as they kept their distance, not wanting to be found.

They waited a few paces behind the entrance of the dungeon, waiting to see if Aizawa would follow his mistress or not. Finding that he was indeed staying by the entrance to give Midnight her time alone to taunt the young man, did the curse quietly to themselves. Not being ones to accept defeat so quickly, they left out one a nearby window and slowly moved themselves downwards to where the barred dungeon windows laid. Peaking through them gingerly until the found the one where the Prince was hidden within. They ducked themselves further down when they saw Midnight enter the cell.

It was a sight Midnight could never tire of. A handsome man chained to a wall; head hung in defeat. It brought such thrill to her heart she could feel it missing a few beats as it palpitated faster in her chest. She walked up to him, entertained by his defiance as he turned his head away from her approaching figure. Though it didn’t last long, she grasped his jaw and turned it back to face her leaning form; her eyes burning with mischief as they gazed into his that were filled with fury.

“Oh, come now, Prince Inasa. Why so melancholy?” She whined, though the smiled that stretched across her face was indication that it was meant to mock him. “A most wonderous future lies before you. The destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true!”

Inasa broke free from her hold, turning to face away from her once again. The action only made the smile grow more gleeful on Midnight’s beautiful features as she brought her staff before the young man. The glass orb glowed brightly, so much that it was impossible for the Prince to not glance at it. Once she knew she had caught his attention she swirled her hand around it, making images appear within the glassy surface.

“Behold, as a I tell you a story.” Her tone delighted “Within the King’s beautiful castle, and in yonder upmost tower, dreaming of her true love is the Princess (Name). But see, familiar is she not? By the gracious whim of fate, tis the same peasant maid who had won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday!”

Midnight could tell she had caught his attention now, his eyes focused on the comatose form of the young woman where she had left her sleeping. “She is indeed most wondrously fair, unparalleled her beauty. Eyes that shined so brightly in the golden sun, her lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep she finds repose. The years roll by a hundred to a steadfast heart are ‘bout a day. And now, the dungeons’ part and the Prince is set free to go on his way. Off he rides on his noble steed…”

The images within the orb now depicts the young man before her, age has caused to become old and decrepit, to be frail, as he is barely able to stand on knees so wobbly. Midnight shrugs her shoulders, standing more upright.

“A valiant figure, straight and tall” Her tone dripped with vicious sarcasm as she continued to story, the images a contradiction. “To wake his love with true love’s first kiss and prove that love so true and pure conquers all.”

She pulled her staff away from him and cackled at his frustration and misery as he tugged at his chains with renewed vigor. Turning away from him with a wink she called out to the man that waited for her just outside “I’m ready, pet, to leave our noble Prince with these joyous thoughts!”

She gave a dignified curtsy, to further mock the young man before her, and a wink as the door opened once more, flooding the room with light that momentarily blinded the prince and causing him to turn his head away from her once more. “A most gratifying day.” She concluded as she walked out the door.

She allowed her beloved to close it behind her, the clicking sound of the lock putting her more at ease as she started to walk towards her chambers. Her staff thudding against the ground with every other step she took. After a few paces she turned back around to face her loyal and oldest friend, holding her hand out to him as she had done countless times before “Come, pet. I want you to join me in the first restful sleep I shall have in these past eighteen years.”

* * *

The three fairies waited a breath, and then another as they silence around them became deafening by the moment. When their hearts agreed that enough time had passed the slowly started to enter the cell. Approaching the now despondent young man as he hung limply from his chains, a far cry of the valor and fury he was tugging at them while Midnight was with him. When they came into his line of sight, they quietly shushed him, with Mina placing her dainty hand over his mouth; claiming to him that there was ‘no time to explain’. Confusion was written on his features, as well as trepidation, as his eyes shifted from between the three before him; unsure if they were friends or more foes to taunt him.

When they used their wands, magic similar to what he saw moments prior, to unbind him from his chains and unlock the door did he know they were allies. Quickly he stood, ignoring the stinging pain of the chaffed flesh of his wrists and the soreness his arm held within them from being bound above his head, as he dashed towards the door. Wanting to find and save his fair maiden, no betrothed, from her fate at the hands of the cruel witch.

“Wait, Prince Inasa” The hushed words of Nejire called out to him as the three of the rushed to get into his way to stop him “The way to true love may be barriered by still many more dangers. Which you will have to face alone!”

“Then what am I to do?” Inasa asked, the desperation in his tone was faint and hidden behind determination, but they could tell that he was afraid even though he wanted so desperately to save his love.

“Allow us to help you, of course!” Mina smiled, raising her wand to the young man, and clearing her throat “Armor for one, a man filled with valor, so valiant and true, to save him from the harm of the evil he pursues.”

The pink light fluttered across the room to where the young man stood. It went and disappeared into his chest and after, but a breath, armor made of silver and steel graced his body. Nejire moved into the place of Mina, raising her arm and wand with a smile.

“Virtuous is the Prince, a shield he will keep by his side, protection from all that strike at him it will provide.” Much like what happened with Mina, the same was done. Blue light with a whispering touch placed a shield into young man’s hand.

“And now I!” Mei puffed her chest with pride as she swished her wand in the air as she recited her gift “Virtue and Valour, traits needed to fight, but nothing other than this can make what is wrong right. Truth will guide the mighty sword in his hand, as he will save the one he loves most in this land.”

A sword so beautifully crafted, that matched the intricacies of the shield and armor he was donned, appeared in the hand that was free. Inasa smiled as he shuffled and moved the items in his hands, feeling them out to make sure he was able to wield them with little difficulty.

“These weapons of righteousness with triumph over evil.” Mina concluded, clasping her hands over her heart as she watched the prince.

“But you must still be careful! You cannot be careless!” Nejire added, placing a hand on the shield she gave the young man, making sure he was paying attention to what they were saying.

“You are our last hope! You cannot let her, or her creatures, harm you! We cannot heal wounds that are meant to kill. Not from someone like her.” Mei spoke solemnly, proving that their warnings should be headed.

“I cannot thank you enough!” Inasa exclaimed, chuckling as he was hushed by the three before him as he lowered his voice “I promise I will fight until my last breath. For you, the kingdom, and for her. I will end this curse!”

With one last nod the three fairies moved out the doorway, and path, of the young man. Without hesitating, or missing a breath, Inasa dashed passed them. Determination filled every part of his being as he raced up the tower’s steps, skipping a few at each leap he took. The fairies, though fast, almost found it difficult to catch up and keep pace with the eager prince as they flew along side him to help guide him the right way.

Although where they were in the castle has no one else nearby, they all knew it would not be the case once the got further into the castle and towards the exit. The hellish minions, those that had wanted to go to rest now after celebrating most of the day, came across their path not too long after they made their escape from the dungeons. Some ran off, clearly to alert their queen and to gather more to fight. But that did not stop Inasa in the slightest as he charged at them. Knocking some out windows, while others were slain where they stood.

Others, the help that finally arrived, were dropping boulders to try and stop the prince from continuing on his journey, not caring if these rocks were going to stop him or kill him. But Inasa had nothing to fear as Nejire turned those that were to land on him into bubbles, that simply blew out once they touched his shoulders. A wall of arrows was another attempt to kill the prince, but that too was thwarted by the shield he held out to protect himself and the aide of Mei, as she turned them all into flowers. What was once a treacherous wall of death was now nothing more than a celebration of his current victory.

As they neared the exit, and the gate that will lead them out of the castle and towards to princess, Mina flew ahead to find and free Inasa’s noble steed. To which the horse wasted to time getting to his master and bending forward so he could get on as quickly as possible. With a cry and a tight grip on the reins they bolted out of the castle, not wanting to wait another moment in staying at that retched place.

Hot oil was their last attempt at permanently stopping the young man’s escape, as the propped cauldrons filled to the brim with the bubbling liquid at the gates that would lead to freedom. Inasa braced himself for the scalding liquid that would burn his skin, knowing that if he died at this moment he would not have died passively but rather fighting, only for the pain to never show. Mina had flown above him and transform the falling oil into rainbows. Colours that beautifully fell onto the man, and the ground around him, as he raced through the closing gate. His freedom assured as he galloped towards the kingdom, to where he beloved awaited him

* * *

Midnight was in the middle of ecstasy with the one she held most dear in her heart, bouncing in his lap as she relished in the groans she was causing to come out his throat. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted in this moment, and especially not at the news the terrified and frantic minion shared with her. Her anger never boiled so high as she struck down the minion into a pile of ash where it stood. Throwing herself off her beloved as she marched to where her window was, watching the prince ride away on his noble steed through the gates. The growl that left her throat was inhuman, as the rising of her bare chest grew more and more rapid the longer she seethed at the pitiful attempts her useless hellions made at stopping the young man.

She turned to Aizawa, who was already dressing himself to fix whatever mess needed to be fixed for his mistress. With a shaky hand, that was caused by the anger that trembled throughout her body, she pointed to where she last saw the prince ride away.

“Get him back, NOW!” she screeched, her face turning carmine as the anger kept growing in her body. Being released in small bursts as lightning started to strike through the sky.

Aizawa nodded, this not the first he had watched his mistress angry; he was no longer scared by her outbursts. He merely wished to do what was needed so she would no longer be upset. Nor was he was surprised that she had turned him into a giant beast, a giant bird of prey to fly after the young man; a griffin.

Soaring through the skies, he let out a horrifying screech to symbolize that he, and Midnight, knew of the prince's escape and that he should now fear for his life. The three fairies exchanged worried glances as they flew behind the prince, the large animal that was swiftly approaching was far more intimidating that what they had seen in thousands of years. But Inasa was not fazed, he simply let out another cry for his horse to go faster as a wicked smile graced his features. If they wanted a fight, he was sure to give them one.

They needed a plan, that was all that was racing through the fairies minds as the griffin was now above them. Though Inasa was doing wonderfully at avoiding the bird’s talons at it reached for him, they knew it would not be long before it finally caught him. They paused in their stride, only briefly, so they may hold their wands close. A king, like Midas, his sits upon a throne; with powers, of man, unknown. Grant us this, his touch, and turn this body into stone. They mumbled together, aiming their shared light towards the griffin that was now flying swiftly towards the prince, who had his sword raised and ready to strike at the beast.

The spell worked, stopping the beast in its stride as it fell towards the earth below it. Inasa took the opportunity to charge at the now fallen, and immobilized, beast before him. His sword now held high behind him, causing a strain on his shoulder, swung down briskly upon the neck of beast. And though it was now stone, the magic at which the sword was graced with, cut through it like it was merely paper. The heavy head crashing down with a hefty thud that shook the ground.

Midnight let out a cry of anguish, one that could be heard through the entire realm, over the death of her beloved. Her companion over the thousands of years past. The noise so broken and filled with suffering, one would almost pity the Queen of Hell, as she fell to her knees and sobbed. The screams that left her throat were a mix of absolute sorrow and fury as she clenched her fists so tightly blood was starting to appear, the droplets running down to the ground beneath her. Her breathing ragged, and throat raw, as she raised her head once again to continue to watch the man who had slain her love continue on his way.

She cursed all that lived in this world, and the rage within her heart made it certain that she will see the world around her crumble to dust to avenged what she had lost; starting with the young man that was now approaching the kingdom of his inferior princess. She stood, gripping her staff within her bloody hands as she held it so tightly that the ancient wood started to crack under her strength.

“A forest of thorn shall be his tomb. Born through the skies on a fog of doom. Now go, curse of mine, and serve me well. Round that castle cast by spell.” Midnight hissed, allowing her magic to fill the skies once more.

Black clouds appeared over the red sky and blocked out even more of the light; leaving it difficult to see further than a few feet. Bolts of lightning rained from the sky, striking the ground until there was no spot left untouched by their scorching heat. And in its wake vines, thick and filled with barbs, covered the ground before the castle. Causing Inasa to abruptly stop before he reached them. Giving one last loving stroke to his steed’s mane, he dropped down from it. Sword at the ready to start clearing a path needed to move forward.

It was agonizing, though he had armor to protect most of his body, his hands and face were left bare for the barbs and thorns to graze as he cut them down. Small scratches, though they were, they still stung as small droplets of blood fell down his cheeks and knuckles as he continued to make his way through. Determined, like Hercules, to go through his trials to reach the ultimate goal and be with his beloved.

The fairies were unable to do much, their own magic unable to ease the burden for the prince. As they used the majority of it turning the ancient beast, the griffin, into stone. All they could do was stay as close to him as possible, whispering words of encouragement as he heaved his sword down. His breathing haggard and arms sore, but he managed to break free of the jagged walls that guarded the castle.

Midnight watched all of this, knowing that the prince would be able to get through. But her plan was not to stop or kill him with this spell; but rather tire him out. So, he will be unable to properly fight the next beast she would place in his way. To tired to properly to defend himself, thus leaving him vulnerable even with the treasured armory he had protecting him. She would be the one to end his life, while he was broken and bruised.

“Perils, one faces for love so true. Even if it batters the body blue. For your beloved, your heart fights still. But to another’s, you had no qualms to kill. And now with all the fury of hell, you will breathe your last farewell.”

Midnight grabbed hold of her staff, hurling it towards the ground. The glass orb shattered, pieces scattered all over where she stood, as a dense purple fog surrounded her and clung to her flesh like a second skin. She knew that if she were to do this, she would have no magic left after; not for a long while. But she did not care. The hatred that fueled her body overruled any sense she had left. As she grew taller, as claws sprouted from her fingertips, as her bones cracked and broke only to grow anew in a different shape. The process agonizing and painful, but necessary if she wished to win.

“Now, you shall deal with me!” her voice boomed, being heard by the prince as he paused in his stride to await what was to come “And all the powers of hell!”

She appeared before him, the last obstacle standing in his way to where the castle gate was. A dragon, a hundred feet tall and weighing tons; with hellfire that spouted from her mouth and burning the ground at which she aimed. A formidable beast, stronger than what he had just face, one which no one has ever slain before. As it roared, the pitch hurting the man’s ear, as it moved towards him; causing the ground to rumble with every step.

“We need to help him!” Nejire exclaimed, as she held tightly to Mina as she watched Midnight gnash her teeth; the snapping noise it made caused a shiver of terror to go down her spine.

“We couldn’t help him with the thorns!” Mina retorted, wrapping her arms around Nejire in comfort “How can we help him with this!?”

“We can guide him!” Mei declared, flying forward towards the castle and Midnight; scanning the terrain for any semblance of aide it could bring to the prince. The others followed suit, trying the hardest to find a cliff, or something along those lines, that may be enough to at least subdue the evil queen.

Inasa did not hesitate when she advanced. Wiping his brow of the blood and sweat he courageously started running towards the once beautiful dark fairy, now turned horrible beast. The ground beneath his feet was unsteady, and so was his movements; but he couldn’t stop now, not while he was so close. The hellfire she spat towards him was blocked by his shield, saving his life from a grim end, but causing him to tumble to the ground by the force. It was unrelenting, and when the opportunity arose, when Midnight took a breath, he retreated to the safety on higher ground. However, at a wall he was stopped; for it was a dead end.

It was cliffside, one that lead far downwards to a river below. If he were not careful, the crumbling and uneven ground below his feet would be the reason for his end. Worse off, she was not far behind. Claws digging into the earth, causing most to crumble away into the depth below them. She snapped at him, making him continue going towards the edge of the cliff, as he had no other option; he was stuck.

“Come, hop up this way!” Mei called out, gesturing to where her and the others stood. It was slightly higher, but still a place of peril as it was even closer to the cliffs edge. But Inasa chose that instead of ending up in the gaping maw of the dragon behind him.

Midnight followed, blowing forth another powerful gust of hellfire towards the prince. The warmth of it all was making the armor around his body warm tremendously. The heat almost unbearable as the sweat gathered and fell into his eyes. The brief moment it took for him to wipe it away was the opportunity Midnight needed. Another blast of her flame with his shield blocking it; but the gust and where it was placed knocked it from his hand.

It made her laugh. The brave and courageous prince, one that came so far was now stuck with no other option then death. She snapped her jaw at him, enjoying the almost feeble attempts he was making as he slashed his sword at her. Though, when he managed to cut her serpentine tongue did she let out a deafening roar. She was done playing this game, done playing with her food. She reared back on her haunches, ready to make the final blow.

That moment was all Inasa needed, the sword in his hand tingled with the heat; but also seemed to glow with the magic within it. He did not need an explanation to know that this was now his chance to slay the beast. Shifting it in his hands, so it sat more like a javelin, he threw it towards the heart of the beast.

‘Now sword of truth fly swift and true. That evil may die and good endure!”

The fairies whispered to one another as they watched it soar through the air, and with deadly accuracy it landed in the chest of the dreaded dragon; into the heart of Midnight. With a howl of agonizing pain, that could even be heard from deepest parts of the earth, Midnight fell. Her body careening over the edge of the cliff, narrowly missing the prince as he jumped out of the way, to only fade away before it could hit the ground below. Only a small thunk of the sword that ended it all could be heard as it landed into the water below.

After scrambling to get to safe ground, Inasa gingerly looked over the edge of cliff to make sure she was dead. The dark clouds above them faded away, though the red sky still proved that though she was dead the curse was still upon the land. Taking a moment to breath, to collect his bearings and wipe more sweat from his face, Inasa stood. He looked towards the three fairies, gesturing towards the castle in a silent command for them to tell him where he needed to go; to where the princess was.

The fairies wasted no time in guiding him towards the castle, through the many corridors and hallways, and only paused a brief moment to figure out the puzzling fireplace. Once it was solved they moved aside, allowing the prince to bound up the stairs ahead of them. He did so without any hesitation, adrenaline still filled his veins as did his wanted to see her again.

He entered the room where she laid in swiftly but paused as he gazed upon her sleeping form. He changed his stride from rushed and hurried to slow and pensive as he neared her bed. She really was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her sleeping form angelic and he could not stop himself from reaching a hand up to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Though she was beautiful like this, his heart was pained looking at her. His wanted to see her cheeks get rosy again, for her eyes to light up as she looked at the world around her, for her lovely smile to grace her face, and for her melodic laughter to be heard by him again. He wanted to hold her, to feel her warmth, and to have her once again return his embrace in the shy way he found so endearing.

With these thoughts in his mind, he lowered himself towards her face. Pausing a moment just as his lips were about to touch hers. Doubt ran through his mind, wondering if he truly was the one she loved, the one worthy to wake her from her slumber. He knew the answer laid before him, closing his eyes he placed his lips over hers. He savored the softness of her lips, how it complemented the rest of her being so well. He didn’t linger, not feeling right to kiss her for longer than moment when she was like this. He sat down by her side and awaited the possibility of her waking.

“Do you think he is the one?” Mei questioned; her doubt was clear in her tone as she wrung her hands together as she waited to see if (Name) would wake.

“Did you not see the way he looked at her?” Nejire countered, slipping an arm through Mei’s as she clung to her side as she watched with bated breath “Or how she looked when she talked about him? The love that was ever present in her eyes?”

“He killed Midnight for goodness’s sake!” Mina exclaimed, her shoulders tense and she kept her eyes on the pair before her “He destroyed an embodiment of evil for her! If that is not love, I don’t what is!”

Inasa sighed, his head hung low as the moments passed by so excruciatingly slow. She had not moved, not showed a sign of waking after their kiss. It made his heart sink thinking that she would not wake and that he would not longer see all the wonderful things he adored about her. He brought a hand up to his eyes, trying to contain the overcoming sadness that was being brought forth.

(Names)’s eyelids felt so heavy as she struggled to open her eyes as if the action were so foreign and new to her being like she had never done it before countless times. But they finally opened, her gaze going towards the man who awoke her; a small smile forming on her face as she moved her hand sluggishly over to his. Grasping it gently and letting out a small giggle as she saw him snap his attention back towards her.

He couldn’t help it as lunged forward and gather her in his arms. Holding tight, but too tightly as to hurt her, his emotions getting the better of him as he cried tears of joy. She let him, knowing he must have fought hard to see her once again. She waited a minute before slowly pulling away from his embrace, but not far, as she brought a hand to gingerly cup his face that was littered with little scratches; smiling wider as he leaned into her touch instantly.

“I knew it would be you. You were all I could dream of.” She admitted, tenderly wiping the tears from his face. Brining her other hand up to do the same to the other side.

“And you were all that kept me strong. Wanting to see you once again is what kept me going.” Inasa whispered, bringing his hands up to hold her hands in his.

He leaned forward to capture her lips into another kiss, this one more passionate than the original that woke her. Delighting in her bashful response as she shyly kissed him, gently pulling his face closer as she did so. He pulled her body closer to his, not wanting to waste another moment being apart from her but before he could deepen this kiss fully a bright light surprised them; causing them to quickly part from one another. They looked towards the window, where the light had come from, to see that fireworks were covering the now blue sky with beautiful colours. The fanfare, the cheering of the now awakened crowds that waited for their princess, was back in full swing.

“I suppose they’re waiting for us.” She giggled, bashfully ducking her head to hide the blush that was spreading across her cheeks “Should we go see them?”

“Yes,” Inasa agreed, gripping her chin gently to bring it back up so he may meet her gaze once more “We should see them and dance and sing and join in their merriment. As we should celebrate finding each other once more, my love.”

“Your love?” She giggled scooting herself closer, enjoy his warmth.

“Yes! My love, my dream, my bride!” Inasa cheered, taking hold of her in his arms once again as he stood. Chuckling as she clung to him tightly from the sudden movement “Besides, it's not good for a Prince to arrive late to such a celebration."

(Name)’s eyes widened as she gazed at his face. The smile so large and infectious as he started bounding out of the room and down the stairs. He was the prince? The man she was betrothed to? Her smile began to match his as she snuggled herself deeper into his grasp, giggling as he sped up his pace. What a blessed thing fate was to the two of them. Truly they were destined to be together. The romances she read were nothing compared to how she felt when she was in his arms, to be by his side, to watch him smile.

Inasa set her down before they entered the great hall. The walked hand in hand as the approached the King and Queen, bowing before them. They merely laughed, coming towards their daughter, and holding tightly to her in an embrace they waited eighteen years for. While the other King, Inasa’s father shook his head in disbelief as his son’s current state; all disheveled. A small on his face proving he was not angry at the young man.

“Oh, how I love happy endings?” Nejire cried out, wiping away a tear of joy that was escaping her eye “Don’t you?”

“Of course, I could not have asked for anything better for our dear, sweet (Name)!” Mina agreed, hugging the blue woman that hovered beside her in joy, pulling Mei along with her.

“Let us hope fate continues to bless that pair!” Mei smiled, waving her wand to allow sparkling golden light to glitter around the room where they all gathered.

They all watched as the Prince took hold of the Princesses hand once more and guided her to the dance floor. They danced once more, just as filled with love and laughter as they did when they first met; like they did once upon a dream. As he pulled her close once more, gazing into her eyes that looked at him with such adornment he couldn’t help but seal his lips over hers again. Letting all in the room know that she was the woman he loved.

And they lived happily ever after.

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #inasa x reader #inasa yoarashi x reader #fairy tale au #inasa #inasa yoarashi #mina ashido #neijire hadou #mei hatsume #midnight #aizawa #test test test test test

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pines-troz · 3 years

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Animaniacs/Pinky and The Brain Cinderella AU

I’ve been playing around with this idea for a while, and I wanna share my ideas for a Cinderella AU involving the cast of Animaniacs. And since there’s been a great surge in fun Animaniacs/Pinky and The Brain AUs based off of Disney movies (The wonderful Brainladdin AU by @deez-art and the sweet Beauty and the Beast AU by @themurphyzone), I’d figure that I’d showcase my ideas for a Cinderella AU!

Pinky - Cinderella

Brain - Prince Charming (Has a lot more character and agency in this AU)

Dot - The Fairy Godmother

CEO Norita - Lady Tremaine/The Wicked Stepmother

Katie Ka-Boom - Drizella/Stepsister #1

Elmyra - Anastasia/Stepsister #2 (I was originally gonna put Mindy in this role, but she’s just a toddler who doesn’t know any better. Elmyra, on the other hand, is the worst and she’s much better suited for the role)

Yakko and Wakko - The Grand Dukes (They’re essentially Brain’s support group in this AU, trying to cheer him up and doling out terrible romantic advice)

Plotz- The King

Bobby, Squit, Pesto - Jacques and Gus (Since Pinky’s already a mouse, he takes care of the birds that fly by the house, feeding them leftover food and making them shirts and hats)

Rita, Runt, Buttons, Pharfignewton - Various animals that reside by the manor

Pinky’s early childhood were years of happiness spent with his mom, dad and sis. But his mom and sis perished, and his dad remarries to CEO Norita, who feigns affection for Pinky but treats him like dirt when his dad isn’t around. Her daughters, Katie and Elmyra aren’t much better, especially Elmyra who takes great joy in torturing Pinky. After his dad dies of an illness, Pinky is reduced to servant status, and is constantly tending to the needs of his stepmother and stepsisters.

Despite the terrible circumstances, Pinky remains kind, optimistic and resiliently hopeful. He is very caring towards the animals he cares for, and even makes clothes for the birds who drop by his window. He also sings a lot while doing chores, which lifts his spirits and charms the animals.

Meanwhile, at the royal castle, Brain returns home after graduating summa cum laude from a foreign university. Now that he competed his studies, he eagerly wants to get back to his plans of taking over the world, but his father, Plotz, decides to give him ‘the talk’ so to speak and berates him on why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or any grandkids. Brain dismisses this as trivial malarkey, reminds him that he’s bisexual, and states that his plans for world domination are more important, ending his rant with a good “I don’t owe you anything old man!” before storming off in a huff. Yakko and Wakko joke about how they’d have to drag Brain to a party should he want to date someone, which unwittingly inspires Plotz to hold a royal ball for all potential suitors for Brain.

Brain goes into his room, which is full of blueprints and potential plans for world domination. While he doesn’t want to get married, he wishes to find someone who is supportive of his vision and ambitions.

While completing his chores, Pinky answers the door to find Yakko and Wakko handing out invitations for a royal ball, calling for all eligible single people to attend. Pinky is absolutely thrilled at the idea of going to a ball and having a night off, and he plans his free time to make a dress for himself. Norita, Katie, and Elmyra catch wind of Pinky’s excitement for the ball and decide to do everything possible to prevent him from going.

Pinky is halfway done with his dress, but Norita piles on another batch of chores for him to complete, in addition to tending to Katie’s needs and ‘playing’ with Elmyra. The animals see this great injustice and have a group meeting, and decide to put in a team effort to finish the dress for Pinky to repay him for all the kindness he has given them. Bobby, Squit and Pesto rummage through the house to find jewelry for the dress while Rita, Runt, Buttons and Pharfignewton focus on sewing. When Pinky comes back to his room, he’s astounded to find his dress complete, with the animals standing by. Pinky stands there speechless and utterly grateful for their kindness. He eagerly thanks them for their help and quickly changes into the dress.

When it’s time to leave for the ball, Pinky comes down the stairs in his homemade dress, clearly excited to attend the ball. Norita stares at Pinky and mocks him for even thinking about attending the ball. She yanks off Pinky’s necklace, then Katie and Elmyra proceed to rip his dress to shreds until it’s nothing but rags. When Norita, Katie and Elmyra leave the manor, Pinky is absolutely devastated that all of his hopes for a fun night were so cruelly dashed in a single moment. He flees to the courtyard and starts sobbing, saying that he was a fool for even having dreams. The animals all look on forlornly, helpless to even try to comfort Pinky.

During Pinky’s lowest point, Dot heeds his call, arriving in a ball of light before materializing into her physical form, comforting Pinky as he cries. When he realizes that he is being consoled, Pinky looks up and is surprised to see Dot hugging him. She explains that she’s his Fairy Godmother and that she will help him prepare for the ball. She first turns an empty spool into a carriage. She then turns Bobby, Squint, Pesto, and Buttons into horses, Pharfignewton into the driver, and Rita and Runt into footwoman and footman respectively. Dot finally turns Pinky’s ruined dress into a beautiful sparkling silver gown with glass slippers. Dot warns Pinky that the spell will be broken by midnight, and she then tells him to have a good time at the ball.

When it’s time for the ball, Brain is already busy building his latest invention for his intricate plot for global conquest. Plotz interrupts his plans, demanding his presence at the ball, but Brain refuses to go to the party. Yakko and Wakko have to physically drag Brain to attend the ball, who is just clawing at the carpets like “I don’t wanna go, you can’t make me!” He takes his seat on the throne while all the eligible suitors drop by. Brain is bored out of his mind. And he doesn’t even try to hide it, he is like a bored kid whose parent just ran into a friend at the store and is like “can I go home now!?”. Brain even gives Plotz sour looks from time to time to express his disinterest in the ball. Yakko and Wakko try to encourage Brain to at least have fun at the ball. Rolling his eyes, Brain He excuses himself to get some drinks from the refreshments table.

Pinky arrives at the ball and everyone is captivated by his beauty. He walks in the ballroom and is just spellbound by the pristine surroundings, and he bumps into Brain, not knowing that he’s the Prince. Brain takes one look at Pinky and is immediately enamored by him. The two talk for a while, and Brain looks over his shoulder and sees Yakko and Wakko gesturing that they should hit the dance floor, so he asks Pinky for a dance, and he eagerly accepts.

Pinky and Brain dance around the ballroom, capturing the interest of everyone, including Plotz. Norita, Katie and Elmyra look at Pinky and they don’t recognize him due to Dot’s magic sparking from his dress. The mice then make their escape to the gardens and they get to know each other. Pinky talks about his home life (but downplays the abuse he endures), but talks about how he wants to live a simple life in a nice house surrounded by loved ones, which deeply humbles the Prince. Brain talks about his ambitions for taking over the world and how he could make things better under his rule, and Pinky admires him. Brain muses to himself that Pinky is the perfect person to have by his side when planning to take over the world. But before Brain could make a proposal, the clock strikes midnight.

Pinky looks at the clock, remembering that the spell would be broken. Pinky apologizes to Brain and says that he has to return home. Brain follows him and sees Pinky rush down the stairs, losing one of his glass slippers. Brain tries to pursue Pinky as fast as he can, but he’s a total klutz and falls down the stairs. By the time Pinky returns home everything his dress is back in rags and the animals return to their original forms. But Pinky realizes that the glass slipper on his right foot is still on and keeps it as a souvenir.

When Brain wakes up, he suffers from short-term amnesia. He has memories of dancing and conversing with Pinky, but he forgot his name. The only evidence he has to go by is the glass slipper he found. Brain decides to launch an investigation to find his mystery date, but Plotz forbids him to leave. Brain re-enacts that one funny moment from Cinderella 3 by jumping out from the window and going off on his own. Yakko and Wakko decide to accompany him, but Plotz warns that if they don’t find Brain’s suitor he plans of executing them. While the three are off in town, Brain converses with Yakko and Wakko and realizes how flawed his plan is and says “wait a minute, anyone could fit into this shoe. what if the wrong person tries it one first?” And Yakko goes “well, then that’s your problem chief,”

Pinky returns to his usual routine of completing chores for his stepmother and stepsister. Norita sees Pinky singing a song and swaying around in a waltz. She realizes that Pinky was the one dancing with the Prince. Katie and Elmyra spot Brain, Yakko, and Wakko from the window, and Pinky is eager to see Brain again, thinking that he’s dropping by for a friendly visit. Norita grabs Pinky, shoves him into his room, locking him in.

Brain sees the two stepsisters and realizes that they don’t fit the shoe, but they insist on trying it on anyways (which backfires).

Instead of trying to retrieve the key, The Goodfeathers decide to help out by flying Pinky down from his room out the window. After some slight issues trying to carry Pinky, they safely lower him to the ground.

Brain, Yakko, and Wakko are about to leave, feeling hopeless over their fruitless search for Brain’s love interest. They open the door to find Pinky standing outside, who’s clearly happy to see Brain again. Norita scoffs at this, but Brain decides that Pinky would be a good fit for the shoe and asks him if he wants to try it on. Pinky eagerly accepts, thinking it’s some sort of game. Wakko runs in with the glass slipper on a satin pillow, but Norita trips him with her cane. Brain is heartbroken that the last evidence he has of his mystery date had been shattered. Pinky consoles him and offers him the other glass slipper like “I have a spare glass slipper if you want to have it.” and Brain puts two and two together and realizes that it was Pinky. Brain kneels down and offers Pinky his glass slipper, who graciously tries it on. The shoe fits.

After an unspecified amount of time, Pinky and Brain get married, and Plotz is happy that Brain is hitched so he could get grandkids. But instead of having human grandkids, Pinky brings along the animals from the manor to live with them in the castle.

The End

#animaniacs #pinky and the brain #brinky #patb au

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 20

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: sorry for the delay on this one, hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

There are several times when you fall in love with someone, that is, you don’t fall at of the sudden, it’s gradually. Sebastian would argue with everyone else that he was attracted to the type of women that most men in his inner circle, he wanted to be just like his father and his father would have never fallen for the type of woman that Y/N was. However, Sebastian couldn’t help but want to make her smile whenever she apologised to inanimate objects just because she stepped on them, how she would stop mid street to look at the Christmas decorations and how she would put everyone else in front of her, even that rat Mr. Williams. Yet, there was no feature that made him want to shield her from the evil of the world more than when she smiled at him, free of judgements for his life style, for what people said and today she seemed to be showering him with that smile.

Y/N hadn’t stop smiling for the whole entirety they had been outside, waving and talking to everyone like some version of a Disney Princess. Yet, as the night grew closer and closer, Sebastian decided it was safer for them to return to the penthouse. Once they returned, he was rather excited to strip off the winter clothes and be allowed to wear lighter clothes in his very warm and mostly desolate house safe for the bodyguards inside the lift at most times. Likewise, Y/N removed her winter coat and hat, rushing over to the kitchen to grab a cookie making Sebastian wonder if she ever got tired.

- I don’t know if it’s just because you really like Christmas or if it’s a sugar rush, but you’re rather energetic today angel. - he watched her break off a piece of her cookie, feeding it to herself. - You know you can bite on the cookie instead of breaking it, right?

- No fun. - she handed him a cookie. - We’ve been doing what I do for Christmas all day. What do you do for Christmas?

- I don’t. - he shrugged, leaning against one of the walls. - It’s alright, angel. This is for you, you get to chose.

- Well, I chose to do something you do or used to do for Christmas. C’mon, just because you’re the mob boss doesn’t mean you were born one. - she held his hand in hers, a soft smile on her lips. - There must be something.

- I’m afraid the Stans don’t celebrate Christmas like the Forrests, angel.

- Mr. Stan, I am not taking no for an answer. There has to be something.

- You’re awfully pushy today. - he chuckled, hand coming to caress her cheek. - Well ... when I was younger me and my mum would cuddle on the couch and watch that weird Natalie Wood movie it hit midnight. We would then wish for something at 12:01 Christmas Eve.

- That is definitely something. - Y/N couldn’t help but melt a bit at the exposition. Sebastian certainly wasn’t one to show much emotion, that was asked of the job, but the fact that he had just told her a childhood memory which judging by the look of his eyes seemed rather special was something she would treasure. - I’m pretty sure we can rent Miracle on 34th Street somewhere.

- You don’t have to do that, angel. We can do something you enjoy.

- I happen to like Miracle on 34th Street very much. Wait here ... - she ran up the stairs and into her bedroom, opening the wide doors of her wardrobe where she had seen some staff store blankets and pillows. Carrying as many as her arms could, she went down the stairs, throwing all the bedding onto the couch much to Sebastian’s confusion. - You cannot watch a Christmas film without coziness.

- You really are something else, angel. Aren’t you?

- I’ve been called odd several times, so I’d guess you’re right. - she spoke mindlessly, too busy arranging the blankets and pillows into something her heart considered perfect. Once she had obtained as much fluffiness as she could, she jumped onto the couch, patting the spot next to her. - Come on, let’s do your tradition.

- It’s hardly a tradition, angel. - how could he deny sitting next to her. He just couldn’t. With slow yet certain movements, he sat next to her, the only thing separating them being his hand in the middle. - Haven’t done it in years.

- It’s always a good time to restart.

She had managed to find the movie for rental on Youtube, however, unlike her, Sebastian was much more interested in watching her rather than the movie. The way the fake fireplace light her face with shades of warm orange and yellow, the soft sounds caused by her breathing and the way her eyes shined with the hope of someone who didn’t know how bad the world outside was. She just seemed like an actual angel in the middle of all of this, endearingly innocent and sweet to a point that made Sebastian wonder if it could be to her detriment. After all, her sweetness was what enabled Gwen to pull her around like a doll and while she was in her employment and her friend, she did things that he wouldn’t dream of doing ... maybe if it was for her, but never for Gwen.

Too lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice her fingers had laced with his and her head was now laying on the soft fabric of the jumper she had offered him. He only noticed this once her finger started to draw invisible circles on his hand. Some part of him wished he hadn’t noticed the closeness as once he did, suddenly he was aware of every single movement. What if he disturbed her? He didn’t want to disturb her, she looked so peaceful and she was so close. Was he sweating? He was definitely sweating. Maybe also shivering from the pure amount of nerves. Why was he nervous? He had killed people before, had been with other women before so why was he nervous at a very innocent touch.

- I love a happy ending, don’t you? - she spoke up making him realise he had just spent the entire film staring at her. She probably thought he was crazy or maybe stalk-ish. - Seb?

- Yeah? Yes, love happy endings.

- Look, it’s a minute past midnight. - she noticed the red light of the microwave’s hour display. - Make a wish.

- I don’t need a wish, I have everything I could have right here.

- Oh ... - she felt a heat creep up her skin up to her cheeks. Why was the room suddenly very hot. - Merry Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas Eve. Really Y/N? Couldn’t have come up with a better sentence? She knew that Gwen leaving the two of them alone was a mistake. If they couldn’t control themselves when she was in the same house how were they gonna control themselves when she is a good half hour away from them during a snow storm?

- What are you wishing for, angel?

- I wish for everyone to get what they wish for.

- Y/N, angel, you cannot share your wish with the world. - he chuckled. - If you could have anything in the whole wide world, what would you want?

- I’m a handmaid, I don’t think about those things. - she sighed. - My life is pretty good.

- Even millionaires wish on a wishing star, angel. It doesn’t make you a bad person if you want something.

- I never stopped to think about that. People normally don’t ask me about what I want. - she shrugged.

- Wait here. - he kissed the top of her head, leaving her momentaneously which gave her more time to panic about her situation. Gwen would certainly have her head on a platter for being that enamoured with her fiancée. Ever since they were kids what was Y/N’s belonged to the both of them but what was Gwen’s was Gwen’s only. Why was she so enamoured with him? Was it because he was handsome? She had certainly meet other handsome boys and men before she saw him. Was it because he was rich? She knew various rich people which flaunted it more than him. All she knew was that she liked him. Not just like. When she looked at him she could envision a future that just didn’t exist but god could she feel it as if it could. - I was gonna give you this for Christmas but I guess now it’s as good time as it could be.

- You didn’t need to get me something. - she said as he placed a red and white box on top of her lap. - I don’t have anything for you.

- Nonsense, you gave me this jumper. - he pointed at the dark jumper. - I hope you like it, I wasn’t entirely sure which one you’d like.

- I’m sure it’s lovely either way. - she took the lid off the red and white box which led to a very familiar orange box. Hermes. She would know that box anywhere. Gwen always had a particular knack for buying their scarfs and handbags. However, it was probably just repacking. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened. As she opened the box however, she realised it was no repacking. She picked up the bag she had dreamed on having since she was a little kid looking at old Grace Kelly pictures. - It’s a Kelly bag.

- Isn’t that what you wanted? I can get you another one if you want so, maybe a different colour?

- You can buy a small house with one of these.

- I can also get you a small house if that’s what you want.

- How did you even get one? There’s a waitlist. - Y/N was dumbfounded, wondering if the cold had knocked her off and all of this was a fantasy.

- There is no waitlist for me, angel. - Sebastian smirked, proud of his statement but Y/N was much lost in her haze, looking at one of the most unobtainable bags in the world. Even celebrities had to wait for a Birkin or a Kelly and here she was, a mere nobody holding on. - Are you alright?

- I can’t take it. - she put the bag back on the box. - You need to give this to Gwen.

- No, angel, that one is for you.

- But this is an expensive bag.

- It’s hardly that expensive, angel. Besides, you gave me a Christmas present so I had to repay the favour.

- You could buy a whole truck full of jumpers with one of these bags. I ... I don’t know what to say.

- We can get something else if you don’t like it, angel. Anything you want. Jewellery, car, clothing ... just name it. However, I won’t return the bag just because you won’t accept it. It’s an order.

- Sebastian, it’s beautiful. Thank you. - she jumped forward, wrapping her arms around him before kissing his cheek. - Thank you.

- Don’t mention it, angel. Anything for you.

- Seb ... - she couldn’t help but blurt out what came next. - I love you.

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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hi do u wrote for luna lovegood ? if so can u write something fluffy 🥺? i don’t mind what it’s about i just don’t see enough for her

I feel like I need to advertise this more: I write for ANY harry potter character. Any of them. Minus Dobby... Don't be that guy.

Warnings: Gay? uh... Mostly fluff. Kind of sad at times but seriously fluffy. Set in non voldy au

You met this girl in your second year

And oh boy

Luna Lovegood.

Oh how that name alone seemed mystical to you.

She was this little thing that you just... Could never seem to get out of your head.

So much so you literally just ran into her

"I am so sorry!" You gasped.

She blinked a few times.

"Your eyes are e/c?" She asked curiously.

You blinked a few times.

"...Uhm..... Yeah?" You nodded.

"Pretty." She said in that soft voice of hers that only made you fall harder.

From that moment forth she actually sat closer to you in classes.

You thanked your lucky stars you were in the same class as her much less in the same dorm

She was always so kind and so thoughtful i general

But right now many other Ravenclaws noticed her fixation on you

This week was finals week and you were stressed.

You were slumped over your desk with your wand holding a bun in your hair

So she went down to the kitchens and brought back brownies.

You looked over and she was sitting on your bed with the plate

"You should eat." She said softly.

You blinked a couple of times.

"Where... Did you get brownies at three in the morning?" You asked

"The kitchens... The house elves were more than willing to help me" she said handing you one.

You bit into it and smiled. "They're good." You nodded.

Her heart nearly beat out of her chest looking at your smile.

"hey Luna... Thank you for helping me" you told her.

"Your smile is very pretty tonight Y/n." She said.

You chuckled and she smiled

"How come I've never... Seen you hanging out with anyone? I mean I would figure someone so kind would have a lot of friends?" You asked.

"I don't really have friends. Not many people want to know the girl who talks to herself." She shrugged

"I want to." You said

"You want to be friends?" She asked

"Yep." You nodded.

So from then on you were friends

She was shorter than you and you found this to be adorable.

But sometimes you'd be talking in the hall and you'd feel her jump on your back

First time she did that you fell over but you were laughing

But from then on you usually came to expect it.

You and her didn't really like to eat in the great hall so you sat in the astronomy tower.

She loved hanging out with you but she also loved those days where you'd get sleepy and fall asleep on her lap

She'd play with your hair and hum little songs or tunes to get you to sleep

Some times it'd be vice versa and she'd fall asleep on you

You would put your cardigan over her and read or something to pass the time

You two didn't go to quidditch games because it was just meh to you

You liked to sit near the lake and skip rocks

The summer that year was fun, the two of you hanging out

You were mesmerized by her house

"It's not much--" "This is literally the coolest thing I've ever seen"

Luna, her father and you would all sit outside sometimes and have small camp fires

Fun fact: Luna plays guitar

She has a gorgeous voice and she'll make songs up off the top of her head

You loved listening to her sing while watching the flames dance

Her father could recognize the young love in front of him

And no. He did not care that both of you were girls

Your third year started and the triwizard tournament happened

"A competition that's dangerous... Think that Harry kid will compete?" You asked

"Mmm. Probably" she nodded

You noticed sometimes she'd wave to things you couldn't see and it confused you but you never said anything

Finally one day you asked her "Luna, what are you greeting?"

"It's called a thestral... You can see them unless you've witnessed death." She said softly.

Oh... OH.

You blinked a couple of times "Uhm... L... Luna when did... When did you--"

"my mother died when I was nine. Creating spells." She said softly

You nodded. "I see."

"I'm okay though... I've got you and dad." She said with a smile

You and her were inseparable

You were in herbology and noticed a boy who just could not catch a break

So you two helped him out after he passed out in class

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Neville..." He groaned as he leaned up.

"Does this kind of thing happen frequently?" Luna asked.

"All the time." He said with a sigh.

"Well with this attitude it's not going to be fun. Think of it as a surprise power nap." You said making Luna laugh.

"...Who are you guys?" He asked.

"Y/n L/n. Luna Lovegood." You introduced.

"Right... Loony." He nodded slightly dazed.

"What?" You asked, eye slightly twitching at the nickname for Luna.

"Something Draco mentioned." He muttered.

"I'll be right back."

So you convinced the twins to give extra love to their favorite Slytherin that week

Ohhh how you enjoyed watching Draco scream like a little bitch down the halls

Neville began to hang out with you two

You loved seeing Luna make friends and be all adorable and bubbly

"So you two are a year below me?" He asked.

"Yep. We've got a hogsmeade trip coming up too." You nodded.

"excited?" Neville asked.

"Yep." Luna said with a smile

Hogsmeade was so much fun

dancing in the snow to music you two were making up on the spot

The twins meeting Luna and thinking "This girl is crazy... But I'd literally die for this girl"

She'd say something off the wall and random but you would just consider that normal while the boys would just be confused

After a while they did get used to it

The yule ball came up and you were nervous about that dance class

Mcgonagall wanted you to be in boy/girl couples but there weren't an even amount of boys to girls so you danced with Luna (thank god for what ever the twins put in Draco's food that morning)

You were trying so hard to focus but Luna was so pretty

"Hey Y/n. Wanna go to the Yule?" She asked

"With you?" You asked.

"Preferably." She nodded.

"Absolutely." You nodded

You went to the Gryffindor common room after class and screamed into a pillow for two hours

"Y/n what's up with you?" Neville asked.

"Luna asked me to the yule ball and I am FREAKING OUT."

"Oh... I'm going with Ginny do you guys want to hang out there to calm your nerves?"

You leaned up. "God. You are a God."

He laughed and so you waited for Luna at the stairs

She came down and you were mesmerized

"...Luna you're..." You gaped.

"I know it's not much" she said straightening it as she walked up to you

"Beautiful." You finally said.

You met Ginny that night and she actually thought you and Luna were adorable together

You two were smiling and blushing the whole night

But it was particularly awesome when you and her went for a walk.

She shivered and since you didn't have a jacket you just wrapped your arm around her

She smiled and you two exchanged this look that can only be described as pure beautiful love

You kissed her and she smiled even bigger

"Does this mean we're... Together?"

"I really hope so." You chuckled.

So then you two started dating

Her dad was so excited for you two, he was so happy to see Luna in love

Ginny started hanging out with you guys more and loved seeing you two together

You and Luna usually sat on the floor when you hung out

She'd sit in your lap and you'd rest your head on hers, while you listened to Neville or the twins

She loved to put flowers in your hair

She loves when she reads against a tree and your head is in her lap just smiling at her

She'll lean down and kiss you with a smile

When the twins opened their business you were excited for them

You guys met Harry during his last year and he just knew you two as "the crazy lesbian witches"

He didn't hate you two or anything, it was just something you two were known as?

He met you when you two were hanging out with the twins and Ginny

He didn't recognize you two and asked who you were

You answered him while Luna was sticking flowers in your hair and you were giggling

Harry for some reason was like "...I must know these two" and started hanging out with you guys

When Harry graduated Luns gifted him handmade origami roses.

She said they were more heartfelt that way

He actually keeps those in a vase in his room

Lily loves them

During your last year you had this one moment where you were helping Hagrid with Luna, feeding a creature

You looked over and she had this smile on her face and you just knew she was the one

"Luna after graduation... Do you want to get married?" You asked

"To you?" She asked

"... Preferably." You quoted her words to you when she asked you to the yule and she smiled

"Yes!"

And so you two got married after graduation.

I am convinced you two defined the whole cottagecore aesthetic

She went on to work with magical creatures and you worked with Fred and George

She would get off work earlier than you and stop by the shop, always showing up with that beautiful smile

Nights where either of you couldn't sleep so you went stargazing

Waking up in the middle of a random field you decided to stargaze in

Midnight picnics are a thing with you two

A transportable record player and a random field? Uhm yes please

Luna bringing home a random creature like once a week and being like "Can we keep it?"

You saying yes because you can't say no to that face.

Adopting a little girl

Persephone Iris Lovegood

She always feels loved, especially by all of her uncles and aunts

Molly finally met you when you guys had a party to celebrate the adoption

She loves you and Luna to pieces

There is not one day where your daughter feels unloved or excluded

You made damn sure she'd never have to feel that.

Fred and George call her "their little minion"

She is a little bit of a prankster

Family picnics in the woods

Feeding deer like a Disney princess

Looking at your wife and thinking "This is the best life I can possibly be living."

#luna lovegood #luna lovegood x reader #this was gayer than I intented but I ain't mad

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clockwork-fayz · 3 years

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The Most Perfect Proposal

Alternate Title: A Very Disney Telenovela Proposal

Or the fanfiction that came to me in an actual dream I had and I had to write it.

Matteo, Simon, and Gastón all get the idea in their heads that they need to propose to their significant others. A chance encounter at a jewelry store leads our three boys helping each other out to orchestrate the perfect proposal. Can they pull of three proposals? Not without totally unrealistic issues arising of course!

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Matteo stared at the rings in the case, his eyebrows furrowed. Before this moment he had thought that it would be easy to pick out a ring for Luna. He knew everything about her down to her favorite font to use on posters. He figured that he would be able to walk into a ring shop and one would just scream Luna to him. But this was the fifth shop he had been in, and nothing seemed to fit.

Matteo had been thinking about proposing for quite a long time before he decided to make it a reality.

In fact he could remember the day that he realized he was going to marry her. It had been a year after they had started dating (the second time around). Luna was sitting with Matteo in first class on their way to Spain to start off Matteo’s first international tour.

Months before, in the planning stage of his tour, Matteo had gotten the brilliant idea of having skating be a part of the concert and having Luna be one of the dancers. It was perfect for Luna; not only did she get to go on tour with her boyfriend but she was getting paid to do it. She had been in charge of the choreography and Matteo had to admit it was her best work yet.

Luna had never been to Europe before and to say she was excited was an understatement. She had spent an entire night researching every place that they were stopping and created a list of everything she wanted to do. Some more realistic than others.

“Mi amor, I don’t think that we will be able to do all of this. Stalking the royal family will take a couple of days at least and we are only in London for a night.”

“But what’s the point of going to England if I don’t get to see one royal Matteo. Honestly, why are we going on this tour then.”

Matteo shook his head at her amused. “You are right. Forget performing in front of sold out crowds, let’s get arrested for breaking into the palace.”

“That’s the spirit!”

It was the middle of the night on the plane, and Luna was fast asleep snuggled against him. The movie they were watching was still playing on the TV, the fast paced action sequences unable to awake her from her dead sleep. Matteo wasn’t tired, but he was perfectly content watching her breathe.

She looked so peaceful, the blanket pulled up to her chin, her hair falling into her face. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was midnight in Buenos Aires. It was officially their one year anniversary. Not that Luna would remember that it was their anniversary, she was terrible at dates. But Matteo was never one to forget things like that. He could still tell you the date and time it was when he first ran into her in Cancun all those years ago.

Who would have thought he would be here now with her? When he met her for the first time, there had been an immediate spark between the two of them, but he never considered that one day Luna would be asleep on him while they flew off on an adventure and with hundreds of memories behind them. He thought of the first time he kissed her; how he had been secretly dying to do it for weeks and how right it felt when he finally did. He thought of every kiss afterwards, how even now kissing her made him feel like he was flying. Of how her walking in the room still made his heart beat faster. Of how she knew him better than anybody. Of all the walks in the parks, the scary movies watched, the jokes they shared.

It was an overwhelming feeling. It felt like he had hit a tidal wave of thoughts. Once the thought was there, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He had to spend the rest of his life with Luna. He was going to marry her.

The thought enveloped him as he watched her sleeping. It was an excitable feeling.

He knew he wouldn’t propose until far in the future. She would kill him if he proposed when they were so young. There was no rush. But from that moment on, the fact was in the back of his mind that she was his forever. Even when they argued, even when the fights got so bad she was screaming at him and he would walk out slamming the door, even then he knew that Luna was the only girl for him.

Luna shifted, jarring him from his thoughts and making him jump just a little. She woke slightly, murmuring “Everything ok Teo?”

“Si, mi amor,” he said, rubbing her arm, “Everything is perfect.”

Now it was five years later. She was 24 and he was 25. They had spent six years together, full of adventures, fights, makeups, and him adoring every moment with her. It was time to make forever official.

As he stood at the case pondering what Luna would prefer, he heard a voice behind him.

“Matteo?”

“ Gastón ?”

……

You could say that Simón always thought he was going to marry Ámbar . Even before they were together, and she still guarded herself with sharp words and poor decisions, he could only imagine a future where they were together.

There was one moment that really cemented it in his mind though. He remembered it fondly. He was walking up to the apartment that they shared and could hear music blasting from the doorway. They had only been living with each other for a month or so. It was a big step for Ámbar , who had always lived in mansions, to move into a one bedroom apartment in the city. She had been adjusting to things like having to buy your own groceries and cook for yourself.

Simón opened the door and Ámbar didn’t even notice. She was standing at the mixer, spatula in hand and a mess surrounding her. She was swaying to the music and singing softly along as she read from the cookbook.

Simón closed the door loudly as not to scare her and she turned down the music when she noticed him.

“What are you doing mi amor?” he asked, taking in the scene in front of him.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until later, it was going to be a surprise!”

“Pedro had to leave for an appointment so I came home early. Are you baking?”

She gestured towards the counter. “Clearly. Though it is much harder than it looks. I’ve called Monica three times already.”

Simón chuckled, approaching her. “You have some flour on your cheek,” he said, brushing it off gently with his finger. “And your forehead. And all over your shirt.”

He leaned over to give her a peck on the lips. She smiled, before pushing him away.

“Well now that the surprise is ruined, you will have to help me. I can’t figure out how to add flour without it flying out of the mixer and all over!”

“For starters,” he said, assessing the situation, “You should start it off on a lower setting.”

Her eyes grew wide. “There are settings?”

Simón laughed. “Here, let me show you.”

Ámbar watched closely as Simón taught her how to run the mixer properly. It was a lot easier now that Simón was showing her.

“It looks like we just need chocolate chips,” she said, grabbing the bag.

“But we have to hand mix those in, or a mixer will break.”

Ámbar looked back at him. “What would I do without you?”

Simón showed her how to fold the chocolate chips into the cookie dough with the cookie spatula.

Ámbar tried a bit of the cookie dough and moaned in delight.

“Babe, you have to try this. I did so good.”

Simon let her feed him a bit off the spatula. “Mmm very good. Best cookie dough I’ve ever eaten.”

Ámbar stared at the spatula and then looked up to him with large doe eyes.

“I should bake more.” Then she turned to get the cookie sheet. He went to sit on the bar stool as she scooped the dough into balls on the pan. She was humming to the music again, focusing on making sure the balls were spaced evenly. And then it hit him.

He could suddenly see years from now what their life could be. Simón would still be making music, Ámbar would have risen in the ranks at Vidia. They would live in a house together with their kids. And although they would live busy lives, they would always make time for their family. They would spend weekends making cookies, roller skating in the park, going to the beach. It would be a chaotic but perfect life.

Ámbar looked back at him staring at her.

“Don’t tell me that I have flour all over the back of me too?”

Simón smiled and went over to her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“No mi amor, I was just thinking of how much I love you.”

Ámbar looked at him confused but not complaining.

“I love you too. What brought this on?”

“Nothing. Let me help you get these cookies in the oven.”

It was thinking back to that moment that made Simón realize that it was time for him to propose to her. He went to the jewelry store that day, not expecting to see two familiar faces inside.

…

Gastón knew he was going to marry Nina not long after they had gotten back together.

Breaking up with her was the biggest mistake he had ever made. He thought that he was helping her. He was on an entire different continent. They never got to see each other and the time difference was killer. He had convinced himself that it was for the best. It hadn’t taken him too long to realize that he was wrong.

He had tried to go out with other girls, but they were no Nina. There was this one girl that lived down the street from him. She was gorgeous and she was obviously into Gastón . He had asked her out to a movie with him.

He should have known things weren’t going to work out when she wanted to see the latest crude humor movie. He agreed to go, to give it a chance. It was just as awful as he thought it would be.

“Wasn’t that so funny?” the girl asked as they sat at a diner afterwards.

Gastón hesitated. “It wasn’t really my taste. I prefer sci-fi movies actually or movies that make you think. My gir- uhm my friend from back home and I used to watch old mystery movie marathons. It was lots of fun.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that I’ve watched one of those.”

“They are really good.”

An awkward silence fell over them.

“So what books do you like to read?” Gastón finally asked, trying to break the tension.

“Oh I don’t really read.”

Gastón nodded. “That’s alright. What about music?”

“Anything that’s on the radio.”

Why is this so awkward, thought Gastón . It was never this awkward on dates with Nina. With Delphi maybe, but Nina could have conversations about anything with him. He remembered that one time they talked for an hour ranking every mainstream Shakespearean play.

No matter how many times he tried to focus on what the girl was saying, he could not stop thinking about Nina. And the girl noticed.

“ Gastón , I really like you but I don’t think we feel the same way.”

Gastón was snapped out of a memory of Nina learning to skate to surprise him.

“Que?”

The girl smiled sweetly and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s her name?”

Gastón looked ashamed but told her “Nina.”

��How long have you been broken up for?”

“I broke up with her a couple months ago. She lives in Buenos Aires and I am here.”

The girl sighed. “That is tough. But I can tell that you must really love this girl. And if you love this girl that much, you should try to make it work.”

Gastón took those words to heart and almost ran home that night so he could call Nina.

She told him that she had met someone. Gastón broke inside.

For the next few years, Gastón went on many dates but everytime that he got close to someone, he realized that he did not love them. He started to wonder if he would ever find someone he loved as much as he did with Nina.

It had been five long years since he had last seen her when she came walking into the restaurant in Buenos Aires. It was like he had been sleeping for the past few years and seeing her had finally awakened him. The sky was brighter, the air fresher. She filled up his thoughts that night and into the next day. He had to tell her that he still loved her. He had to.

And he did. And she loved him back.

It was a few days later when Gastón had the thought that he had to marry Nina. Luna had called in the morning saying that Simón and Gastón were at the Jam and Roller and that they were going to meet them at ten and Gastón had no choice but to come with them.

Gastón was over at Luna and Matteo’s apartment in ten minutes to meet them. Nina answered the door wearing a sundress and her glasses and Gastón had thought it had been a long time since a girl had taken his breath away like this.

The four walked to the Jam and Roller, Luna rambling on about the changes Ámbar had made since she had become the head of Vidia.

“Honestly I was afraid when she said she was going to redecorate,” Luna said, “But Simón kept saying that I needed to trust her vision. I’m like oh yeah Simón , I really trust her vision. Did you ever see her bedroom in the mansion? Anyways it turned alright of course.”

The familiar exterior of their old home away from home came into view. It gave Gastón a warm feeling as he saw the sign.

Luna was literally bouncing, Matteo holding her hand and giving her a look. It was obvious a surprise was waiting inside.

Gastón reached out and interlaced his finger’s with Nina’s. The two walked inside.

A cheer arose as they did, and in front of them was not just Gastón and Simón , but all of their old friends. Jim, Yam, Ramiro, Pedro, Nico, and Delphi were there. Delphi was holding up a laptop with Jazmín on it. Immediately their friends noticed Gaston and Nina holding hands.

“GASTINA’S BACK?” Jim and Yam shouted at the same time.

Nina nodded, and the girls shrieked in happiness going to tackle Nina in a hug. Delphi dropped Jazmín on a table going to join, Jazmín shouting in protest.

After hugs and greetings, the gang settled in the cafeteria for juice.

“Are you back for good?” Yam asked, “Both of you?”

Gastón turned to Nina and smiled. “At least for a little while.”

Yam clapped. “You can be models in my fashion show next month! I’ve already recruited the rest of our friends too! It will be perfect!”

Nina paled a little, but Gastón squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Ramiro, shouldn’t you be touring?” Gastón asked, “I thought you’d be in Europe.”

“I thought you would be in Europe,” Ramiro laughed, “I’m taking a break to train a team for the internationals. I get to skate and be here with the love of my life.” Yam smiled at him, grabbing his hand.

“It is so perfect that we are all here!” Simón said, “The Roller Band recording their next album. Delphi managing the Jam and Roller. Jim being a dancer in music videos. Nina is writing her book and Gastón is taking a job here! It’s perfect!”

“Ahem,” Jazmín coughed from the laptop, “I think you are somebody.”

“Perdón Jazmín , I could never forget you,” Simón laughed. “Maybe you should come back too!”

Jazmín scoffed. “And give up this job in LA working for E! I can’t.”

Pedro raised his glass of juice. I’d like to give a toast to the last pieces of our puzzle back together! To Gastón and Nina!”

“ Gastón and Nina!”

Gastón looked over to Nina. She was turning a little pink in the cheeks from all the attention, but Gastón could tell she was so happy. He instinctively leaned over and kissed her hair, eliciting awws from their friends.

“I always knew that you would find your way back to each other,” Jazmín sighed. “Gastina was like the third most popular ship on Fab and Chic.”

Ámbar raised an eyebrow. “Who was first and second?”

“I’m glad you asked, I still have all of the statistics-” Jazmín started, but Simón cut her off.

“Why don’t we talk about this some other time Jazmín .”

“Agreed,” Luna said, grabbing Nina’s hand. “Nina, you need to look at Yam’s designs for the fashion show. They are muy muy chic!” Nina let go of Gastón’s hand, giving him an apologetic smile as she went to gather around Yam’s tablet.

Gastón watched her for the rest of the night, trying hard to pay attention to Ramiro’s tales of tour and updates on Roller Band, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting to wherever she was.

“Hermano, I don’t think I’ve seen you this bad since, well since you were with Nina last,” Matteo said while putting a hand on Gastón’s shoulder.

Gastón grinned. “There hasn’t been anyone else besides Nina.”

“Well make sure to not let her go this time,” Matteo said as he walked away.

Those words hit Gastón hard. He couldn’t let Nina go, ever again. She was the shining light in his world. He wouldn’t be able to survive if she was gone again. This is why less than a year later, Gastón found himself walking into a jewelry shop one day in November, unexpectedly running into his best friend standing at the counter.

#soy luna #lutteo #simbar #gastina #soy luna fanfiction #lutteo fics

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wordshakerofgallifrey · 3 years

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“And yours says…Oh this is a good one. Your fortune is ‘You will have good luck if you let your girlfriend eat the rest of the fried rice’.”

—Gandra Dee from a fic I’ll maybe write

#like #fenton and gandra in their own place #it’s the first night and all they have is a bunch of boxes against the walls #and a mattress on the floor #because they forgot to get a bed frame #so they order food and curl up on the half-made mattress #and watch trashy tv on their laptop #and argue about what they’re gonna do with the rest of the apartment #and gandra steals all the fortune cookies #le sigh #I say maybe but this is definitely on the list #don’t feed disney after midnight #im not even going to remember this in the morning

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agerestorybits · 3 years

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I’m not little I swear!

Roman was laying on his stomach on the floor coloring as disney music played in the background. His door left open in case anyone needed him. He looked up when he heard a knock on the door frame. Virgil stood there more, awkward than normal.

Roman smiled, “What brings you to my domain dark night?” Roman asked, shifting so he was sitting up.

Virgil stepped in hands in his hoodie pockets. “I...noticed that you...Well.” Virgil gestured to the coloring book on the floor.

“And? Would you like to join me?” Roman asked, already summoning a second coloring book for Virgil. Nightmare before Christmas themed.

Virgil relaxed a little, “Yeah. I would. Thanks.” He sat down on the floor and pulled out a crayon from the pile on the floor.

Roman went back to coloring. They both worked in silence for a while before Virgil spoke up. “Just so you know..Um..I am too.”

Roman looked up at him. Virgil glanced at the coloring book again. What? An artist? Why didn’t he just say that? Was he embarrassed? Scared Roman would be mad at him. Roman smiles reassuringly, “Trust me when I say there is no problem with that. If anyone gives you any grief about it they’ll have me to mess with.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say as Virgil smiled a bit. “Thanks.” They went back to coloring. After a half hour Virgil finished his picture and stood. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Indeed!” Roman agreed. “The sooner the better!”

Virgil shifted on his feet, “So...you don’t mind if I tell Logan and Patton about..this? Do you? I mean if you want to tell them yourself-”

“I would never tell them something if you wanted me to keep it secret.” Roman promised. Why Virgil was making such a big deal about coloring he had no idea. He didn’t really understand Virgil that much but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to support him. “Tell they if you want. Do I need to be there for you?”

Virgil smiled again, “nah. It’s cool. I’ve got it….thanks.”

“Well good luck!” Roman said.

“I might need it.” Virgil muttered as he left. Roman rolled his eyes, Virgil could be so over dramatic. And that was coming from him!

Roman went back to coloring.

---

Virgil took a breath before blurting it out. “I age regress.” Patton and Logan looked at him. “So does Roman!” He added before they could say anything.

“Oooookay?” Patton said. “What’s that?”

Logan gave a brief explanation. “In all honesty I’m not surprised about Roman.”

“It does make sense.” Patton agreed.

“Yeah.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, “So um..Alright. I was wondering if you weren’t too weird out by this-”

“Not at all.” Logan said.

“Full support kiddo!” Patton added.

“Thanks...Would one or both. I’m not going to pick..And if you don’t want to I won’t hold it against you or anything! I just..”

“Virgil.” Logan said, “Breath.”

“Will you be my caregiver….ers?” He asked in a small voice.

“Of course!” Patton said. He turned to Logan. “What is that?”

“Patton don’t agree to things you don’t know about.” Logan said before giving an explanation.

Patton frowned, “I thought I was already taking care of you.”

“I mean. While I’m little.” Virgil clarified.

“Well duh! I’m not going to stop just because you need a LITTLE extra help!” Patton said brightly.

“I agree to help.” Logan said.

Virgil smiled. This was going better than he expected.

---

Roman was...confused. He wasn’t going to say anything in case he insulted Virgil but...He didn find it weird that he was wandering around in the middle of the day in a onesie with a..was that a pacifier????

Even stranger was Logan and Patton took it in stride and even seemed to think that Roman wanted to do that too.

Was this a prank? A joke he didn’t get? Was he supposed to comment on it?

“Are you sure you don’t want to try a paci?” Patton asked.

“Err...no thanks pat.” Roman said holding up a hand.

“Patton, he might not be little right now.” Logan said.

Little??? What?? “Alright what is going on? Am I missing something? I feel like I’m missing something.” Roman said.

“You don’t have to hide it. Virgil told us!” Patton said.

“It wasn’t like you were trying that hard to hide it.” Logan said.

“Hide what?” Roman asked. Was this about the art thing? What did that have to do with dressing in a onesie?

“About your age regression.” Patton said.

“My...what?” Logan and Patton glanced at each other.

“You really don’t need to hide it.” Logan assured him. “As you can see we have already accepted Virgil for it. We aren’t going to judge you.”

“We can even take care of you too if you want!” Patton said excitedly. “Oh! You two could have playdates!”

“Back up. What is age regression? And Virgil said I did that?” Roman said. He wasn’t going to argue with Virgil….Yet.

Logan gave him an in depth description of age regression which raised more questions than it answered.

Why did Virgil think he age regressed? Did he age regress and not know? No he was very sure that he didn’t age regress. He just liked to do kid activities. That wasn’t the same thing!

Roman shook his head, “I don’t age regress.”

Patton crossed his arms, “Now Roman lying isn’t a good habit.”

Roman blinked in surprise. “I’m not lying??”

“Do you need to go in time out?”

Roman froze. WHAT?

“Alright. Call me when you aren’t acting crazy.” He said leaving.

“Roman!”

He kept walking. He wasn’t watching where he was going; he was just getting out of a situation that was crazier than he liked.

Speaking of crazy.

Remus looked up as Roman entered the Dark side common rooms. He was hanging upside down over the back of the couch eating a confetti. “Oh. What are you doing here?” He’s mouth is full of colorful paper.

Roman groaned and collapsed on the couch next to his brother. “I just had the strangest conversation.” He threw himself into the story of what just happened as Remus half listened but paid more attention the more Roman talked about…

“Little space! I mean what even is that??”

Remus was silent for a solid minute. “I mean...I do that.”

“You do?” Roman asked.

“Yeah! I mean.” Remus flipped off the couch onto the floor then jumped to his feet, spilling the confetti in the process. “It’s great! No filter! No worries about anything!”

“Isn’t that you normally?” Roman asked.

“Well… I mean I’m a bit more...PG when it happens but other than that….yeah.” Remus said before offering Roman some of the small amount of confetti that remained in the bag. “Want some.”

“No thanks. So if you regress….Do you have someone who watches you? Like..a caregiver?”

Remus’ face dropped. “I asked Janus but...turns out I’m a ‘bit much’ for him. So...no.”

“Oh.” Roman frowned. Thinking through his offer. “Well Logan and Patton seem to want someone else to take care of.”

Remus snorted and threw himself down on the couch again. “You’re kidding right? There’s no way they would watch me. No one would.”

“I would.” WHY DID HE SAY THAT? He almost took it back but, The way Remus’ face lit up… He had to try.

“Really?” Remus said almost bouncing.

“I mean. I’ll try.” Roman said.

“Good enough!” Remus said. “I’ll see you in a couple hours! I gotta get in my head space!” He said running off.

Roman watched him go, a sinking feeling that he got himself in something he had no idea how to handle sinking in.

---

Remus showed up at Roman’s door not wearing a onesie like Roman thought he might, but a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that he clearly made himself that was a mix of tye-dye and gory images with stains that looked like real blood. He had a stuffed octopus that was looking worse for the wear and a paci on a clip.

“Hihi!” He said moving past Roman into the room. Roman closed the door.

“Hi? So what do I do?”

“You watch me.” Remus said. “Duh.” His voice was higher...more kid like. Which made sense.

“Alright. So you want to do something?” Roman asked.

“Mmmmm I dunno.” Remus said putting the octopus on Roman’s bed.

“Does he have a name?” Roman asked.

“Yeah! Cephy!” Remus said bouncing. “He collects skulls!”

“Really?” Roman asked, playing along.

Remus nodded clearly having fun that someone was so interested in his stuffed friend. “He eats all the bones cept the skulls! Those he pol-....pol..”

“Polishes?”

“Yeah! Shiny and stuff.” Remus said waving his hands as he talked.

Roman looked over Cephy. “Mmm. He’s looking a little rough. Do you want me to patch him up?”

“Yes! We can make a octopus hospitel!” Remus said grabbing Cephy and shoving him into Roman’s hands. “I’ll be the mad doctor and you can be the real doctor who does the...surge- a- ge!”

“Surgery.” Roman said.

“Yeah! Dat!” Remus said beaming.

Roman had to smile too. Remus was just..lacking a better word...cute like this. Janus was missing out thinking that Remus was ‘too much’ to handle.

Roman sewed up Cephy and put a little magic in him to make him softer again. Remus was thrilled he watched the whole time asking questions about what Roman was doing and talking about other things that Cephy liked to do.

“-and then bam! Dead!” Remus fell over onto Roman’s bed.

“Oh dear.” Roman said half listening to the story half focusing on the stuffie in his hands. He needed to put the finishing touch on. A spell that made it so Cephy didn’t get torn up again.

“There! All done!” Remus jumped up and grabbed his stuffed friend.

“Cephy! You’re alright! You lived Surge-a-ge!” Remus said hugging him. Roman didn’t bother correcting him. He was going to keep messing words up. As long as Roman got the gist of it he didn’t mind.

Remus looked at Roman suddenly, “I’m hunge.”

“Oh. Well it is getting late isn’t it? We should both get some dinner.” Roman said stand and without thinking about it took Remus’ hand and led them to the kitchen. By late it was LATE. Almost midnight.

Roman was kind of glad no one else was awake. He didn’t want to face Patton and Logan yet. Nor confront Virgil about saying he was little when he wasn’t.

He made eggs which was the first thing that Remus suggested that was edible. And toast. With jam….and juice.

Ok so he made breakfast at midnight. Remus didn’t have a problem with it. He even tried to feed Cephy some.

“Done!” Remus said, pushing his plate away. “Now we play something else?”

“I don’t think so you little gremlin, It’s bedtime.” Roman said.

Wait...did he just call remus a gremlin? Shit! He looked at Remus closely but the only thing he was upset about was having to go to bed.

“Ugh! But I wanna stay… stay…’yawn’ up!” Remus said before yawning a second time.

“Nope. Bedtime. Gremlin.” Roman said running with the nickname. Remus grumbled but agreed.

“Carry me?” He muttered. Roman picked him up and made sure he still had Cephy before taking him and tucking them both in bed.

“Goodnight gremlin.” Roman said, flipping off the lights.

“Night night.” Remus muttered half asleep.

Roman turned around and jumped as he was met with Janus. “Gah!”

“You did good today.” Janus said. “Watching him.”

“I don’t get why you think he’s too much to be honest.” Roman said a little tense.

Janus laughed, “You haven’t seen his temper tantrum yet….besides I’m not very partenal….Not like you it seems.”

“Thank you?”

“Good luck Roman.” Janus said, turning, “You’re going to need it.”

---

Roman sat reading from a storybook as Remus played on the floor half listening. He noticed Janus out of the corner of his eye reading his own book. Only Janus hadn’t turned any pages in almost twenty minutes giving Roman the sneaking suspicion that he was listening. He read just slightly louder and kept an eye out for any movement from Janus.

Sure enough Janus closed his book after a few minutes and set it aside but didn’t get up and leave. Instead he just closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair farther. Roman’s smile widened as he continued reading.

“It’s lunch time.” Remus reminded him. Roman closed the book and saw Janus open his eyes and caught Roman watching him. Janus wordlessly got up and left.

“Yeah. Let’s get you some food.” Roman said, taking Remus’ hand and taking him to the kitchen.

Janus had been hanging around Remus and Roman when a lot. More than Roman expected of him. He had never really thought of Janus as being sociable but it was clear that he was.

Roman couldn’t stop thinking about Janus’...warning? It felt like a warning. Like something was going to happen that he would NEED luck for. But he had no idea what. Were Patton and Logan going to become even more intolerable?

They were trying to get him to regress around Virgil and didn’t believe him when he said that he didn’t regress. They firmly believed he was just being shy about it? Why would he be? It didn’t make sense to him but it seemed to make some kind of sense to them since they would not drop it!

He sighed. Remus looked up at him from his lunch. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing you need to worry about gremlin.” Roman said, brushing Remus’ hair out of his face.

Remus hummed, Roman could tell by the look in his eyes that he was snapping out of his younger headspace. “Roman.”

“It’s nothing!...Really! Just...you know. Them.” Roman said, waving his hand. At least for the most part Virgil seemed to believe that he didn’t regress. But Patton and Logan just would not let it go.

“Do I need to bust some heads?” Remus asked.

“No.” Roman rolled his eyes. He sat down and crossed his arms. He looked towards the hallway that Janus had disappeared down before leaning forward on the table. “Do you now what’s up with Janus?”

“Did he say something to you?” Remus asked confused.

“Well...no. I just thought it was weird that he was hanging out so much when you’re regressed when he thought you were ‘too much to handle’.” Roman said using finger quotations.

“Well he’s not handling me is he? That’s you!” Remus said. “Who is doing a good job by the way.” He muttered the second half before taking a quick bite.

Roman blinked at the praise. Remus was begrudging to give him any compliments when he was bigger due to their dumb slibing ravalry they had going on.

“Still…”

“If he didn’t say anything he’s fine! He’ll say something if he has a problem!” Remus said.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Really? The master of lies and secrets is going to be completely open about his problems?”

“Yeah...why not?” Remus asked. “I mean you’re part of the group now.”

“The group?”

“One of us! You spend more down here than with the others at this point!” Remus said a bit happy about it.

Roman froze. He….he did. Didn’t he? He just wanted to avoid them from trying to baby him and he liked taking care of Remus and talking with Janus and-

He stood up so fast he made Remus jump at the sudden action. “I need to go talk to them!”

Remus waved him off. “Good luck.”

Roman paused. Why did they both think he needed luck so much?

----

He ran into Virgil first. Who for the most part was regretful that he jumped to a conclusion and got Roman into this mess.

“Are you ok? You looked stressed out.” Virgil said.

“Fine.” Roman said.

“Right. Because you’re known for your one word answers.” Virgil crossed his arms.

“Alright so I’m not feeling my best at the moment.” Roman said, throwing a hand in the air.

“Any way I can help?” Virgil asked.

“Oh I think you’ve done enough!” Roman snapped. Virgil flinched. Roman’s anger died down. “Sorry. You didn’t know this would happen.”

“Still...I should made sure I knew for sure what was going on first before-”

“Breath. It’s fine. I’m sure they’ll give up on me ‘regressing’ any day now.” Roman said, patting Virgil’s upper arm. “Hopefully.” He muttered as he moved past Virgil.

He found Patton and Logan in the common room. “Oh hey! You’re back!”

“Yep!”

“Are you feeling alright?” Logan frowned.

Roman took a breath. “I need you two to drop this whole me regressing thing.”

Patton and Logan glanced at each other. “Are..are you sure?”

“Very.” Roman said flatly.

Patton nodded to himself. Logan stood up, “Alright. It’s your choice.”

Roman was feeling hopeful that he had gotten through to them. Then Patton spoke, “If you ever change your mind about doing it alone we’ll be here.” Roman groaned.

Well...It was better than nothing.

---

While they did drop trying to get him to regress around them. They were checking to make sure he was regressing on his own and suggested he go regress to get rid of some stress when he was tense. He finally just agreed to going somewhere else, (them taking this as him going to regress) just so he didn’t have to bother with it.

He stormed into the dark commons and froze as he saw Remus regressed...with Janus. It was clear from his pacifier and childlike outfit that he was little too. Unless this was some weird joke he was missing out on.

“Janus?!?” He accidentally yelled.

Janus and Remus both jumped. Janus looked up terrified, tears appearing in his eyes. Roman’s caregiving instincts kicked in. He dropped down next to Janus and quickly went about calming him.

“Hey. No it’s ok. See? Everything is fine.” Roman said softly.

Janus stared at him with wide eyes. He slowly reached out and touched Roman’s face before reaching out with both arms. Roman pulled him into his lap. Janus cuddled up as close as he could to Roman’s chest.

Remus whined, “Hey!” He crawled over and Roman hugged him to his side. Remus wasn’t that cuddly but he must have been a bit jealous of Janus at the moment.

Oh boy. Maybe this is what he needs luck for.

---

Janus stopped regressing as Roman served them supper. He started shifting in his chair awkwardly and clearly wanted to leave.

“Hey.” Roman said gently. “We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. I can pretend it never happened if you want.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say as Janus relaxed a bit. He sat back. “No..This needs to be addressed.”

Roman sat down. “Alright.”

Janus stared at his plate of food, across from him Remus was eating quickly. His legs kicking back and forth. Those his eyes said he was older than he was acting.

Janus was quiet for a while before speaking. “I can’t handle Remus’ regression because I regress too.”

Roman nodded. “It causes it?”

Janus nodded. He looked up at Roman. “So….”

“If you want I can watch both of you at the same time. It’s not too much.” Roman couldn’t really promise that but today had gone well so why not at least try?

Janus stared at Roman for a solid minute before speaking. “I’d like that.”

Roman smiled. Remus cheered. “Little friend!” Roman and Janus both smiled at that. “Maybe Virgil could join us for a playdate!” Janus’ smile froze.

Roman held his breath for Janus’ reaction. After a second Janus unfroze and nodded, “Worth a shot.”

---

Setting up the playdate was more work than he thought. Patton was sure that having Remus around a regressed Virgil would be bad for him. “I just don’t want him getting hurt!”

Roman assured him that he had been watching Remus, (“Like a big brother!” Patton said completely blowing over how Roman said he was Remus’ caregiver) and that he wouldn’t hurt Virgil or Janus.

Logan was the one who agreed. “We’ll both be there. We can watch them.”

“I’m so proud of you for doing this!” Patton told him. He was almost sure that Patton thought he was finally going to regress around them.

He just smiled tightly and moved on with setting everything up. Virgil was genuinely excited about it. While Remus and Janus had playdates together before, Virgil never had. So while he was nervous about it, he was also ready to play.

Roman held Janus and Remus’ hands as he took them to light side common room where there was a pillow fort set up, snacks were being made fresh in the kitchen and the t.v was set up for movies. Of course there were toys in a chest in the back of the pillow fort due to the fact that the t.v was most likely just going to be background noise.

Virgil was waiting in the pillow fort. They had decided before to have them all small before getting them together in case an argument broke out and they couldn’t regress.

Janus surprised all of them by running over as soon as he saw Virgil and hugging him. Remus beamed and ran over to join the hug. Roman smiled at them.

“Do you want to go join in kiddo?” Patton asked.

Roman shook his head, “I’ve got to finish up the snacks so-”

“Pfft! You don’t need to worry about that!” Patton said. “Logan and I have that! Just go play!”

“I’m here to watch them. Not play.” Roman said firmly.

“You don’t have to.” Logan said. “We are more than capable of watching all four of you.”

Roman grit his teeth. “I am not regressing.”

Patton gave him that stern look that said he wanted him to stop acting and just go along with it. Roman didn’t back down. He walked over and sat on the couch so he could keep an eye on Remus and Janus.

Virgil waved to him.

Roman relaxed a little. He could get through this.

---

He could not get through this! He was holding himself back from yelling at Patton, “I do not regress.” He said as he fixed Janus’ paci clip.

“You don’t have to hide it! We know!” Patton said. “I thought we got past this!”

“You are not listening to me! Neither of you are!” Roman snapped.

Logan frowned. Janus tugged on Roman’s sleeve. He was getting upset at all the angry faces. Roman picked him up. “It’s ok.” He said soothing him.

He took a breath. He can do this. This is fine.

Until Patton tried to take Janus from him with a quick you don’t need to do that. “Oh! I think I do!”

Janus started crying and Roman felt even worse. This isn’t how he wanted tonight to go. He walked into the other room with Janus to calm him down.

“You two really suck ass you know that right?” Remus said clearly not regressed anymore. Neither was Virgil who was glaring at them.

“I told you that I was wrong and he doesn’t regress! Why can’t you get that?”

“Virgil.” Patton said. “Then why does he know so much about it?”

“He doesn’t regress.” Remus said firmly. “He takes care of me when I’m regressed!”

“Well maybe if he didn’t have to he could regress! Maybe he’s so busy dealing with you that he doesn’t!” Patton argued.

Logan stepped between them before Remus could punch Patton. “Patton I think they are telling the truth. We were wrong about Roman regressing.”

“What? But..You said that-”

“And I was wrong.” Logan said.

Patton deflated. “Oh….oh no.”

“We need to apologize.” Logan said.

Patton nodded.

Roman came back in with a sleeping Janus. “Remus are you ready to go?”

“In a minute. These two have something to say to you.” Remus said.

“We’re sorry.” Logan said.

Roman’s eyebrows shot up. “I...what?”

“We didn’t believe you...we didn’t trust you to tell us the truth. And we’re sorry. We should have listened to you.” Patton said.

Roman smiled, “Thank you. Remus?”

“Yeah yeah. Time to go.” Remus said walking over and taking Janus from Roman. “I’ll get him tucked into bed. You can handle this.”

Roman nodded. Remus smiled at his brother and winked before leaving.

They talked for a while. Both of them were really listening to Roman about how he wasn’t a regressor he was a caregiver.

“That….makes more sense.” Logan said.

“It suits you.” Virgil said.

Roman smiled. “Thank you. I’ve found that I have quite the talent for it.”

Patton shifted, “Roman...I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright Patton. I forgive you. You saw what you wanted to see.” Roman said. Roman looked at Virgil, “Not like I haven’t done that before. The important thing is moving past it.”

“That’s….good advice.” Virgil said surprised.

Roman looked at him offended. “I do have good ideas you know!”

“And we promise we’ll listen to them.” Patton said. “To you.”

Roman nodded. Guess he didn’t need luck after all. He just needed help from people he cared about. And who cared about him.

“Oh stop it! I can almost hear you being sappy!” Virgil said.

“What are you talking about?” Roman said.

“You’ve got that look on your face.”

“I do not have a look! I have looks!”

“Yeah sure-”

Virgil and Roman fell into their normal banter. The awkward air that had been between them was gone. They were back to normal. Or rather a new normal.

#Little janus #little virgil #little remus #cg roman #cg logan #cg patton

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