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kimhargreeves · 6 months

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The Night Shift -Mike Schmidt x Reader (FNAF live action)

Summary: You and Mike have never gotten on the right foot, always bickering and never standing each other's presence. The day comes when both of you are interviewed for the same job and are forced to work together to see who will win the job as a security guard at a deadly pizzeria.

(A/N: The Fnaf movie is almost here! Anyone else ready to watch it this weekend?! Here's the Mike Schmidt x Reader I promised a while back. Hope it's okay but female reader is mentioned to be a bit of a goth/alternative type of girl. Also, things may change in the next part since I am writing this a few days before the movies release date. Let me know how I did and if you want part 2 once we've seen the movie)

I'd also like to tag these kind people who asked me to tag them once this was up, @riaqiax @ahsfan23 @lufvg

"Please come again and have a fantastic day!" I beam and smile as I watch the client I had attended begin to leave the store I was working at.

As soon as they are out of my sight I sigh deeply and frown looking at the direction they left. "I don't get paid enough for this crap." I tell no one.

The client has begun to ask many questions, wether the store finally had the item they had been asking for, or if the movies on the dvd sections were any good, if I had any recommendations for any.

After about half an hour of trying to convince the person to take something from the store, they had decided to leave with a few snacks and movies.

The store I have been working at happens to be a combination of many things, dvd rentals, clothes, snacks and a few figures for sale. At least it paid a bit better than the last job I had, it was a nice job with nice alternative music but the pay wasn't that good.

"(Y/N), you're on your break. Make sure to come back in 15." My coworker passed me when they returned from the restroom.

I nodded my head and left the store beginning to walk further into the mall where I have been working for a few months and began walking to the food area hoping to fill my stomach with some cheap food.

It was a calm Friday with only a few people or families circling around the building. Many kids running over to small area, an ice cream shop called 'Ice Cream Parties'.

I ordered my usual choice of food. Three sandwiches, fries and a taco. I reached my hand into the bag and began to eat minding my own business when I sat down by an empty area and I stopped chewing when I saw two men running past me.

Two security guards running fast and avoiding running into people. Immediately this caught my attention, so I began to follow the guards and quickened my pace when I heard a girl yelling for her dad.

I stayed behind from a crowd that formed near the mall's water fountain and I saw a figure, no, two in fact inside the water fountain, but one was beating the other and the worst thing was that it was one of the security guards.

"Daddy!"

People took out their flip phones and began to take a few pictures of what was happening, it quickly ended when the two men who had run past me earlier stepped into the water and pulled the poor man beneath the security guard away.

One of them began to deal with the man with a small girl running over to her beaten dad, and the other one roughly began to question the young man's actions and took him away inside an office room.

"Fuck." I muttered when I saw the man was dragged away.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my working place and spotted my coworker, "Hey, you think you can cover for me this time? Something very important and tragic happened."

My coworker nodded his head and as soon as he agreed I started running back outside the store and into the security room.

"Do you know how many paperworks we gotta do and how our establishments reputation will only decrease any more because of what you did?!" I heard the deep voice of a man question the young security guard.

"How many times are you going to give me a hard time, Mr Schmidt?"

"The man deserved it." He answered his boss.

His boss remained quiet probably just staring and him and not knowing exactly what to do. "So that's what you think? You're fired."

The man sighed but said nothing. "I'll have you sign a few paperwork before you leave and an investigation will be taken place right now. So this'll take some time to be resolved."

His boss has walked past me but said nothing assuming I was the guards family. I rolled to eyed and leaned my head forward and tilted it when I saw Mike crossing his arms.

"You're anger issues has only gotten worse." I say uninterested and notice Mike roll his eyes when he saw me.

"The fuck is you're problem?" He looked at me again and scoffed when he noticed my appearance.

Freshly dyed black hair and now with a single piercing over my eyebrow.

"You look like shit."

"I was about to say the same thing." I tell him not bothered by his words.

"Why are you so weird?" He scoffed again and looked away from me.

I poured pretending I was hurt. "Daddy issues. What can I say?" I chuckled darkly "You have anger issues, my guy. I have daddy issues. Tell me what's worse."

Mike remained silent when I mentioned him that. I looked around the onto sound coming from the clock on the wall.

"Why did you do it?" I ask him wanting to know his reason on attacking a man in front of his young daughter.

"And why should I tell you?" He remarked. "I don't owe you any favors because you got me this job weeks ago."

"I only did it for her and you know it." I defended myself and crossed my arms over my chest as well.

"Well I don't need anyone's help and that being less from you. I can take care of my own problem."

Mine has been struggling for a while now. Barely having enough money for himself, rent or raising his sister since she had no one left to look after her. The guy has his issues but it doesn't mean he had to be like this, he doesn't have a lot of money and the first thing he does is try to get himself fired… well he is definitely fired now.

Another thing I'd like to mention. Is that Mike and I have never gotten along, we've known each other for almost our entire lives and know what has happened to each other, but we've refused to get along. Not once had he been nice to me and never have I been nice to him.

We've both been through a lot of mess, similar to one another's, and instead of making us grow closer we simply grew further apart.

"Michael." I warn.

"(Y/N)." Michael says back now each of us looking at one another.

I try to remain calm and not start up another argument which always happens when we're together in a room.

Mike is the first to break eye contact and he sighs when he checks the clock again. It's nearly 2pm.

He mutters a few cursed words and looks down at lap. "Can you do me a favor and pick up Abbey from school?"

I lift an eyebrow looking at him. "Please? I know you don't own a car, so you can take mine."

Mike digs for his car keys inside from his pocket and holds them up for me. I smirk as I take them from him.

"Why trust me with your car? I can easily steal it from you and escape town."

"Because deep beneath all the bitchiness, black clothes and awful piercing. I know your a bit less tolerable when it comes to kids." Mike said glancing back at me and looking a bit too relaxed in this situation

I stared at the worn out paper sign in my hands. A second job wouldn't hurt…"Wanted security guard for night shift. Quickly I scribbled the number on my palm and crumbled the paper over and left it on the backseat.

I stepped out of car when I had parked it and recognized Mike's little sister. "(Y/N)?" She asked not expecting me at all.

Many months ago I had looked after her, now I only see her every once in a while, whenever she'd leave school early, Mike would have her stay at the mall until his shift would be over.

I came to see Abbey as a little sister as well especially since we saw each other growing up and Mike would take odd jobs at night leaving me to look after Abbey while she was still rather young.

"I'll be your escort for this ride. Hope that's fine with you, and hopefully you're teacher doesn't think I'm here to kidnap you." I tell her when I see her teacher looking at me weird.

Abbey waved her hand at the teacher making then sure she knew me.

"I'm late to my shift, so, let's hurry up shall we?" Abbey nods her head and got into the backseat when I got into the car again and turned it back on and starting driving back to the mall.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other. Thought you wouldn't remember me." I joked at the young girl while I glanced back and saw her looking outside the scenery as I drove by the familiar streets

"Of course I still remember you. My brother mentions you often." Abbey said getting my attention from her.

Didn't expect Mike to talk about me to his younger sister, Abbey.

"Oh? What does he say about me?"

"Says you're a bitch, weird and complains about his job or yours." I frowned and remained quiet. Of course why was I expecting nice from him.

"Those are his words, not mine. I actually enjoy spending time with you." Abbey said.

My expression softened when I heard Abbey says she enjoys my company. I smiled to myself and agreed with her, "I also enjoy spending time with you, Abbey."

Abbey hummed still looking outside the windows. "My brother got fired, didn't he?"

"…Yes, he did…"

Mike and I only exchanged a few words when I arrived back. He was fired, of course he was or he'd be in prison for what he did. He was probably going to celebrate later that he would no longer have to see my face at work. The guy has his problems but always finds time to argue of talk about me.

I feel for Abbey especially since she has no other female figure to talk about and have to stand and listen to her brother being annoying most of the time.

"Hey! You lose your brain there for a second?" Mike questioned which earned him a shove from his sister.

"(Y/N) thank you for picking me up from school and taking care of my dumb brother." Abbey said being the only polite and rational one out of the pair.

I smiled and patted her short hair. "Anytime Abbey. Maybe we can have a small girls night sometime." I suggest which made her smile a bit.

"You'll only end up corrupting her." Mike said playing with the car keys in his hands.

"Mike." Abbey said making him look down at her with his brown eyes.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged a bit. "Thanks for looking after my sister…well see you never." He said taking his sister's hand and beginning to leave.

How rude. If he weren't cute I definitely would've thrown him again into the water fountain..wait..what am I even saying?! Forget this, I've lost about half an hour of work time because of doing the guy a favor.

I huff to myself watching Mike and Abbey leave the mall for good. I turn around and headed to my work but the moment I arrived, I spotted Tom coworker and my boss looking at me with a face that said it all.

"You're fired."

"Let's hear a round of applause for the birthday girl!"

The lights changed and was now shining across the stage with cheery music playing as background while kids cheered when the pizzerias mascots made an appearance.

The pizzerias staff began to clap along when they began to sing 'happy birthday ' to me. My entire class was invited to my party.

My uncle was the one who invited them over since he knew I didn't have that too many friends, and he wanted me to get in with the right crowd. He knew that I was in a group of kids who would often bully others, I did it so I wouldn't be alone or be the one getting bullied.

I definitely chose the wrong crowd back then, all because I didn't want to be lonely…

My aunt and uncle raised me as their own since I could remember. They treated me like their own kid since they could never have any. They liked to throw these types of parties and invite everyone they knew.

Both of them were always fond and always liked to help financially to one of my classmates, that one being Mike Schmidt. He was kinda of a shy kid, and wasn't that fond at making an appearance at a birthday party without a present to give.

My uncle and aunt didn't mind that he didn't have the money, they still convinced the small kid to come and have a good time. Mike didn't want to leave his very little sister behind so my aunt would be carrying her everywhere.

I watched with glee as my favorite animatronic made his way towards me. I got up on my seat and smiled wide as I watched Bonnie come in with a colorful and big cake in his hands. One of the staff from the place approached and grabbed the cake placing in front of me, the cake seemed delicious with it's different colored candles.

I hugged onto my stuffed Bonnie plush as I wrapped one arm around the animatronic and felt one of its large paws patting my head.

I stared at the worn down building ahead of me as my hands were kept on my bike. 'Freddy's Pizzeria' read a sign just outside. The guy in charge must be inside or late to our meeting, as soon as they fired me from my job at the mall was when I decided to call this place up.

I'm a night owl after all so this'll be a piece of cake. All I gotta see is how much is the paycheck and I'll make sure to be the best security guard.

Maybe I'll be the only one around and have a nice time inside, remember those fond memories of the times I would come to this place and love following around the animatronics.

I knocked on the door a couple of more times waiting until someone would show up. The door slowly opened and I came face to face with an older looking man with large glasses.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N), correct?"

"Yes, sir. It's nice to finally meet you in person." I smiled trying to be as nice as I can.

"Pleasure is all mine…Please come inside." He said when he spotted the weather was beginning to change.

It was getting a bit chilly and the clouds were turning grey, about to rain a bit probably later. "You got here rather early."

"Yeah. The most important thing about a job is getting early." I chuckle beginning to follow the man not that far behind, but still remaining close to the entrance. "I do live a bit far from here but it's no trouble."

The man stopped and turned to face me. "You own a car?" He questioned and I knew I would be screwed if I said No.

"W-Well I don't..but I'm willing to come out here at any hour."

As soon as he was about to say something else, another knock was heard from the other side of the door. The man gave me a quick look and walked past me to open the door once again, I was surprised when I saw I wasn't the only one here.

Mike Schmidt had also applied for the job…

"No fucking way." Both Mike and I said looking at each other and wanting to strangle each other.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf fanfic #blumhouse #horror #josh hutcherson

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thatdeadaquarius · 24 days

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Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)

(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;

clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao

(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)

(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)

Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO

every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day

ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around

Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭

Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol

u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀

(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)

Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time

its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.

if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO

he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-

Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you

if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao

she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u

she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho

Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰

Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao

...

...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY

(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)

(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)

(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)

☆

again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)

ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭

hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')

Safe Travels Kai,

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nyrasproblm · 1 month

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I'm not the only one - 03

Leto Atreides x reader, Paul Atreides x reader (platonic), Jessica Atreides x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2,5K

Warning: angst, age gap (reader in her 20s, Leto is between 40-49), shouting, mention of needles, misogyny, arranged marriage

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The days on Arrakis seemed to pass more quickly than they had on Caladan. As you also settled into the new Atreides fortress, the room you were assigned was large and had a balcony that looked out over the rest of the city below.

You were assigned two maids, the one who assigned them was the housekeeper that Lady Jessica chose, you spoke to her quickly and she seemed friendly. She left as soon as she brought the two maids to be introduced to you. You turned to them with a subtle smile on your face and said your name.

— And what are your names, again? — you asked softly looking at the two women.

They were two women shorter than you, they had friendly expressions on their faces.

— I am Raja. — said one of them, then gestured to the maid to her left. — And this is Dania, duchess.

— It's a pleasure to meet you. — you said, crossing your hands in front of your body, and noticed their gaze moving down to your clothes. — There is something wrong?

— If I may say so, Duchess, your clothes are not appropriate for the climate of Arrakis. — Raja said. — Have you been wearing this kind of clothes since you got here?

You had never stopped to think about it, actually, but now that she spoke you realized, all of your clothes were not suitable for Arrakis, the dresses were made of very thick and sophisticated fabric, they covered almost the entire body and were not ventilated.

— Yes, they are the only clothes I have, I didn't pay enough attention to getting ventilated clothing, I'm sorry. — you said, smoothing the skirt of the dress you wore.

You saw the two women's eyes widening and you blinked in confusion.

— No, Duchess, don't apologize, we're just worried, it's very hot on Arrakis. — Dania said. — We'll get you better dresses, don't worry.

They bowed and asked permission to leave, which you granted. Sighing, you decided to take a walk around the Palace, being alone was boring.

You wanted to talk to Thufir Hawat, but you didn't want to disobey Leto, so you preferred to just walk, stopping when you saw a room with a small fountain inside. You walked over and sat down near the fountain, enjoying the small cascades of water falling lightly.

— Hello.

You jumped a little in surprise and turned back, seeing Paul standing a few steps away from you, with a smile on his face.

— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. — he approached and you stood up. — What were you doing?

— Just... spending some free time. — you looked at him better this time, the brown curls, the aquiline nose, he had a bit of his father and mother in equal measure.

— Want to go for a walk with me? I finished my training early, we have time before dinner. — he offered his arm, which you accepted delicately.

You walked through the extensive corridors of the Palace and Paul asked you many questions, which you answered as best you could. You separated when it was almost time for dinner, Paul left you in front of your room and said goodbye.

Upon entering the room, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but soon smiled in surprise: on the bed there were some dresses made of light fabrics, which left your arms exposed, they were perfect for the heat. You walked over and smoothed the fabric of one of them.

You wore one of your new dresses, your maids came in and started combing your hair, just as you were about to sit at the dining table in your room, Raja said:

— Duchess, we have been informed that you need to dine with the Duke tonight.

You frowned but nodded. The maids opened the doors and you walked slowly to the dining room, when you entered you saw everyone sitting in the same arrangement as always: Leto sitting at the end, Jessica sitting on one side of the table, facing Paul, and the other chair at the other end of the empty table for you.

— Good evening, sorry for the delay. — you sat down and smoothed the skirt of your dress under the table.

— What a beautiful dress you are wearing, it's adorable. — Lady Jessica smiled. — Oh, I hope I didn't go overboard when I chose a housekeeper.

— Thank you, my lady, and your choice of housekeeper was wonderful.

Lady Jessica smiled and went back to eating. You looked back at your plate and picked up the cutlery, when you were chewing your eyes fell on Paul, who had a mischievous smile, you frowned at him.

— Father, will you give me permission to use one of the ornithopters tomorrow? I want to go see one of the harvesters. — he turned his face to the duke, who looked up at him.

— As long as you have finished your classes and training, you can go, but accompanied by Gurney. — the duke wiped his mouth with a napkin.

— Perfect, the duchess will accompany me too. — He turned his face to you, smiling.

You had your fork halfway to your mouth, but stopped, blinking at him. Jessica and Leto also stopped chewing to look from you to Paul.

Placing your fork back on your plate, you swallowed hard, you were about to ask what Paul was doing when Leto spoke again.

— What did you say?

— The duchess will accompany me, father.

— I'm afraid that's not possible, the duchess has duties to fulfill.

— She is always alone, mother is the one who takes care of the duchess's duties in her place.

You felt your stomach turn into knots.

— Paul, don't be indiscreet. — Lady Jessica spoke in a stern tone.

— You should be more careful with the things you say, boy. — Leto said in an equally stern tone.

— Why are you making a storm out of a teapot? I just want to take her to see something interesting.

— Did you even ask her if she wants to go? — Jessica asked.

You've had dejavu. The same thing that had happened all your life was now happening again, right in front of you. People talking about you as if you weren't there, as if you were a doll with no opinion.

The three continued arguing without looking at you.

You took a deep breath, feeling sick, and stood up from your chair, making all three faces turn to you.

— I will take my leave early, with your permission. — you bowed slightly to the duke and hurriedly left the room.

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You stayed in your room for a few hours, staring at a spot in the landscape below your balcony. After a few hours, you decided to leave to go back to the fountain you had seen earlier. Walking with cautious steps, you turned into the hallway and got close when you heard voices coming from there, you quickly recognized them as Jessica and Leto's.

You shouldn't hear other people's conversations, but you put your face close to the entrance of the room, seeing them standing in front of the fountain, Jessica had her hands on Leto's chest, and he was holding her face in his hands.

You moved away so they wouldn't see you and started to listen.

— He's young and impulsive, I'll talk to him. — Jessica said.

— All this mess going on, I should have denied this union.

You frowned.

— Deny a political union? The emperor would not have liked it. — Jessica replied.

A moment of silence followed before the Duke's voice was heard again.

— I should have married you, I regret not doing that.

Your stomach knotted so violently that you felt like you were going to vomit right there. Instead, you just walked quickly away as quietly as you could and entered your room, breathing heavily.

You closed the door and walked quickly to the bed, if you stayed standing for a second longer you could fall. Your chest felt heavy, you felt difficulty breathing and you only realized you were crying when you saw the tears falling on the fabric of your dress.

You ran your hands over your head, tugging violently at the pins that held your hairstyle. You were sad, confused, angry. But wasn't mad at Leto, you was mad at your father for putting you in this situation, for ignoring you your whole life, for not sending you any letters to see how you were since you got married.

You felt angry at having your life degraded like this because you was a woman. If you were born a man, you could easily live like Leto, with a concubine who was the mother of your child and a wife years younger than you.

You calmed down and finished taking off the pins, quickly taking off your dress and getting into your nightwear, you went back to bed and covered yourself up, hiding under the covers.

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You woke up to someone shaking your shoulders lightly, when you opened your eyes you saw Raja and Dania's worried expressions.

— Duchess! We were worried, you have a fever and wasn't waking up. — she supported your back so you could sit down.

— I don't feel well, I'm sorry. — you closed your eyes due to the brightness of the balcony.

— What happened, Duchess? — Raja placed her hand on your forehead to check your temperature again.

You didn't respond and closed your eyes, you had just woken up but you felt very tired, you lay down on the bed again and pulled the covers over you.

You managed to hear Dania saying something before falling asleep again.

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You woke up again when you felt a cold hand on your forehead, when you opened your eyes you saw Lady Jessica sitting in a chair next to the bed and stuck in your hand was a large needle with a liquid inside.

— How do you feel? — she caressed your forehead. You shifted uncomfortably around the needle in your hand and let out a groan. — Paul came to see you, he was disappointed that he couldn't take you to see the harvesters.

—What is that in my hand? — you asked weakly.

— A capsule with medicine is entering your veins slowly, it will take time to empty. — she brushed a strand of hair out of your eye. — The doctor said your body couldn't handle the temperature changes very well, you came from your planet to Caladan, so you came from Caladan to Arrakis, in a very short space of time.

You just sighed and groaned then, as you felt a stab of pain in your head.

— I'll stay here until you get better, don't worry. — she leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead.

She tried to make you eat, you tried, but you only managed to eat two spoonfuls and said you didn't want any more.

You thought it wasn't possible, but you fell asleep again.

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You woke up with a start, letting out a soft sound of fright. It was at the same time that the door to his room opened and Paul entered cautiously.

He smiled shyly when he saw you awake.

— Hello. — he sat in the chair next to the bed.

— Hello, Paul.

— I'm sorry you're sick... I came to see you, I couldn't talk to you before because you were sleeping. I came to apologize.

— To apologize? Why? — you frowned.

— I was disrespectful to you at the dinner table yesterday, so I apologize.

— No problem, everything is fine.

— I apologize, this will not happen again. — he crossed his hands.

You shifted uncomfortably under the covers, the needle still stuck in your left hand. Paul stayed a few more minutes and then left.

When you were about to fall asleep again you realized something, Leto was the only one who didn't come to see you.

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There was a bandage on your left hand the next morning, the needle was gone. You felt better but not fully recovered. Paul came to you and you spent the whole afternoon together walking around the Palace.

When dinner time approached you got ready and were informed again that you would have dinner with the Duke, but when you got there, you were surprised when you saw that only he was at the table.

— My lord duke. — you bowed and sat on the chair facing him.

— My lady duchess. — he replied and you were surprised, he had never responded.

You noticed that Leto was drinking a lot, one glass of wine after another. You were halfway through your meal when Leto cleared his throat and began to speak.

— One of my men informed me that you spent the entire afternoon in Paul's company.

— Yes. — you swallowed hard.

— You must not disturb Paul's classes, he is my heir and must be prepared.

— But I didn't disturbed, he was the one who came to me.

— Doesn't matter, I don't want you bothering people here. — he took a sip of wine.

— I'm not bothering anyone! — you raised your voice. — I can't talk to Thufir, I can't talk to Paul, am I going to be banned from talking to Lady Jessica too?

— Lower your voice, girl. — he warned in a serious voice.

— I have no one to talk to and you want to ban me from talking to people.

— You must focus on your duties as a duchess. — he said while cutting a piece of meat.

— What duties?! You have already assigned Lady Jessica to fulfill these duties. — you banged your fists on the table.

— I already warned you to lower your voice, I won't accept disrespect.

You got up from the table and started to walk towards the door, but stopped when he started talking again.

— I will inform your father about your behavior.

— I don't mind.

— You also won't mind if I ask for an annulment of our marriage?

You felt your stomach close again.

— What are you talking about? — you asked in a weak voice, looking at him.

— You will bring dishonor to your family, do you want that? — he spoke in a slurred voice.

You took a deep breath and straightened your posture.

— You are drunk, my lord. We can talk in the morning when you're sober.

You turned and left the room.

#dune fanfiction #fanfic #duke leto #leto atreides #fem reader #paul atreides #jessica atreides #writing #writers on tumblr

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Don't do that again

Prompt: Don’t ever do that again

Character: Jack Skellington

It was late evening in Halloween Town.

Zero was curled up on Y/n’s lap in front of the fire.

“Is this really the best we can do?”

Y/n looked up from petting Zero to see Jack pacing around his desk.

“Is everything okay Jack?”

“I honestly don’t know Y/n.”

She got up with Zero in her arms and walked over to see what had flustered her King of Halloween so much.

The plans were on the desk and she noticed that Jack had changed some things to include her.

“Jack, what if we change this up a little bit.”

“What did you have in mind my little siren?”

“Maybe...”

It was Halloween night and all the townsfolk were gathered for their king.

After Jack made his entrance with Y/n, everyone swarmed to them.

Y/n noticed a piece of the fountain was going to fall.

Two of the children were playing near it.

She couldn’t get to Jack and she knew she didn’t have enough time to get the kids to look up.

She ran over to them and knocked them out of the way.

The kids landed a little ways away while she landed in the water causing her fins to appear.

The piece of the fountain landed on her fins and she screamed.

Jack heard her pained cry and ran over to her.

“She pushed us out of the way Jack.”

“Let us help!”

Jack and the kids took the piece off her fins and helped her out of the water.

“Miss Y/n are you okay?”

“Can you walk my siren?”

“I think so and yes little ones, I’m okay.”

“Mayor I want to know exactly how this broke and why.”

“Of course Jack. We’ll find out.”

Jack nodded and helped Y/n get back to their house.

Once inside, Jack picked her up bridal style and carried her to their room.

He started to get supplies while Zero inspected Y/n’s leg.

“Jack, really I’m okay.”

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“Jack...”

“I think I know what happened and I can’t loose you like that.”

“Oh my king of Halloween.”

She opened her arms and he sat with her.

“If that’s really what’s going on, he should know I play for keeps.”

“I’m sure he does my siren queen.”

In the darkest corner of Halloween Town, glowing green eyes flashed with an evil smile.

“Cause I’m the Boogieman. Ahahahaha!”

#nightmare before christmas #jack skellington #jack skellington x reader #x reader

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wisteria-blooms · 25 days

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sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) (10/??)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

TAGLIST AT THE BOTTOM! (Let me know if you'd like to be added or if I've missed you!) A/N: I might have a cold coming on, ugh. Thought I'd get this out if I'm afflicted by illness AGAIN. And apologies in advance if there are mistakes I missed while reading it over! Feel free to let me know about them + what you think about the story!

CHAPTER 10 : What goes up must come down. Your relationship with Charlie is no exception. (5.6k words)

CHAPTER 10: YOU DON'T OWN ME

“What happened?”

Your voice was pitchy and stricken with worry. Your eyes urgently implored Charlie to provide a reason for his concern as if it was more important for you to hear than it was to him. You’d never seen Charlie in this state, though you supposed you’d barely been around for two months of his life, and no important moments at that.

Charlie read: “Fleur’s in labour. Come when you can. Love, mum.”

“You got it, Charlie.” Stan obeyed by performing the sharpest u-turn known to mankind, on the narrowest road known to mankind. The force flung your body towards the windows this time but Charlie effortlessly caught you by the wrist. When you recovered from another near-death incident with the metal insides of Knight Bus, Charlie’s words sunk in.

“Charlie!” you exclaimed.

“(Y/N)!” he returned with equal excitement, blue eyes widening.

You got back on your knees, bone meeting the plush covers of the bed, found a stable moment in Stan’s driving, and clapped your hands together giddily. “You’re going to be an uncle!”

The moment—half past midnight—you entered the obstetrics wing of St. Mungos was precisely the moment you asked yourself: why were you here? Why had you followed Charlie here? It felt natural to drunkly stumble out of Stan’s bus with Charlie to help him find his way to the right wing, but when Bill (who was standing by a water fountain) came into view, you felt like you had intruded on a personal moment.

”Shit, Bill, I’m sorry,” Charlie apologized as he strode into the waiting area. Your nervous gait reflected in the windows, the colours of your long skirt spilling on the black skies outside, brightened only with a speckling of stars. You left a considerable amount of space between Charlie and yourself, not wanting Bill to perceive your being here as impolite. You hoped the green chairs would provide enough coverage if you stood behind them.

“This was precisely the reason I told you I couldn’t make the concert,” Bill explained, pulling Charlie into a hug. The hug was long. Bill made eye contact with you as he released Charlie.

“How was the concert?” Bill asked, looking at you.

“It was excellent,” you said. “We got—Charlie got Molly’s letter at the end of it.” You hoped this would absolve you of your uninvited presence.

”Well, thank you for taking my place,” Bill said with a smile. “Charlie was never going to let me live it down.”

”(Y/N) was better company, anyway,” Charlie scoffed. “And easier on the eyes.”

“Of course she is,” Bill agreed, nudging Charlie with his elbow.

“You wound me, Bill,” Charlie protested, holding his side.

Bill smirked. “You know what wounds me? The fact you missed the birth of your niece and almost made me miss it, too.”

“What are you boys bickering about now?” Molly chided, stepping out of the room. Her hair was frazzled, the bulk of it pulled back into a bun. She appeared more stressed than the nurses walking out the room before her. Her expression softened immediately at the sight of her second eldest son. “Charlie! You’re here.”

“Of course, mum.” Charlie walked over to give his mother a hug, his body towering over hers.

“Come meet Victoire. The others will come tomorrow to give Fleur some breathing room.” Then, Molly noticed you. Your grasp on the green leather chair tightened and your chest strained anxiously at the same. “(Y/N),” she called out sweetly. “Would you like to come, too?”

“Oh, no, I can wait here,” you said, sliding over to sit on a chair. “Please, take as long as you need.”

“Alright, then,” Molly said. She placed a hand on both Charlie and Bill’s backs and guided them back into the delivery room.

You exhaled heavily when they left. A pounding tension still lingered in your jaw; you were so embarrassed. You should’ve waited downstairs in the lobby instead of following Charlie upstairs. You were certain that as nice as Molly was, she was going to talk about your gaffe with her neighbours over tea: her perfect son’s only-remarkable-because-of-what-her-last-name-affords-her girlfriend invited herself to meet her first grandchild. And can you believe she might’ve been drinking prior to it? Ruined the occasion. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Next time, you’d think things through.

“Don’t drop her!” a shrill voice, muted by the door, rang out.

You looked up.

“I promise I won’t, mum! Now, calm down. Not even Fleur is worried,” came the response. Definitely Charlie.

“He did a decent job holding onto the snitch back in school.” That was Bill.

Then, a delicate little laugh complemented by Bill’s deeper one.

“See, mum, nothing to fret over. She’s perfectly happy in her uncle’s arms.”

Your mind crafted an image of Charlie holding the newborn in his arms. There was a tender look in his blue eyes as he cradled something so delicate and precious. You felt the look of love through your vision and for a moment, the weight on your chest lifted.

Every single detail of the night of the concert lingered in your mind for the next couple of days. You replayed each segment in your mind. Charlie taking you to pub and meeting Don. Charlie’s show of some emotion—jealousy?—and the touch of his hand on your hip in front of Alex. The moment in Stan’s bus, and had it not been for that owl, something might’ve happened. A confession, a kiss… you would’ve been pleased with either outcome. But you sung high praises for that aforementioned owl; it led to you being able to witness him being there for his niece’s first moments. You reckoned you handled it perfectly well, passing yourself off as a supportive partner rather than a nosy one.

Feelings of infatuation overwhelmed you as you tried to scrub them away at the dirt-speckled skin of a potato. It was Monday evening and you were running high on the fumes of adrenaline. You’d decided to expel that energy by trying your hand in the kitchen. A recipe for leek and potato soup caught your eye and it seemed easy enough. You figured Charlie might appreciate it too, given how he’d made fun of there not being a meal ready for him previously. He said he’d be back this evening, and you were going to be ready for it this time. You even pulled down two wine glasses in anticipation.

You nearly nicked your finger with the peeler when you heard keys in the front door. You drew in a deep breath and extended your hands over the top of your head to smooth out any flyaways. But really, did the rugged, sun-kissed, outdoor-prone Charlie Weasley care about how your hair looked? Before you could answer, Charlie walked in with a small duffel bag slung over his shoulders. His hair was dishevelled, his cheeks rosy, and a thin sheen of sweat coated his skin.

Your heart nearly gave out at the sight. Heavens, he looked even more handsome like this.

“Letter for you, (Y/N),” was Charlie’s greeting.

”Thank you,” you said. “Just set it down on the table there, if you don’t mind.” “Where’ve you been?” you asked, trying to keep your eagerness to a minimum.

Charlie closed the door behind him. “I took up Mallory’s offer of Quidditch.”

Oh.

Your smile dropped but you prayed that Charlie didn’t see it.

Something more bitter and darker washed out the sweet taste in your mouth. “How was it?”

”Great!” Charlie replied cheerily. “Reminded me of old times.”

You didn’t dare ask what those old times consisted of. Treacherous images of post-celebratory locker room make-outs and late-night “practice” sessions came to mind.

“I got around to chatting with her brother, Marcus,” Charlie added. “ When I wasn’t being tackled down to the ground or gasping for breath, at least. I forgot how well-connected he was to all the Ministry departments.”

More treacherous images flooded your mind. Charlie. Entangled with Mallory. On the field. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, stellar guy. I reckon I should keep in touch with him.” Charlie shedded his bag and his jacket. ”What are you making? It smells good.”

You beamed at his question. “I figured I’d take one out of Millicent’s book, seeing both you and I are such fans now.”

Charlie sucked some air through his teeth. “Bad night for me to grab dinner with old classmates, huh?”

“Oh, not at all,” you waved Charlie’s sentence off with a shake of your head. You shuffled slightly over to your left to conceal the second wine glass you’d pulled out. “There will be quite a bit left over, if you want it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Charlie said. “I’m going to shower before I head out. Want to join?”

”No, I have dinner—” you stopped yourself, your peeler wedged in the crevice of a potato and refusing to budge. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Your chest felt strange, a strong ache casting shadows on where there was just so much joy. “I’ll see you afterwards.”

Charlie responded with a crooked smile and clamped his lips together like he was concealing a retort. You imagined it would’ve gone something like, ‘Ah, so you were thinking about joining me in the shower. How naughty of you, (Y/N).’

Well, no kidding. What sane person would refuse an elusive chance to see Charlie shirtless? The longer you thought about it, the more you could taste the hot beads of water coating his hair, running down the nape of his neck, down his chest and into the ridges of his abs.

Your steam-ridden daydream was shot by you remembering of why he was in such desperate need of a shower.

His mention of Mallory and his dinner plans made you want to dump the contents of the soup—that you’d made a second time over because you’d burned the first batch—into the sink. You feared how much more Mallory could get under his skin when you weren’t around him. Trying to quell your building insecurities, you had to rationalize it and break it down for your own sanity. ‘Friends’ was a plural word; Charlie and Mallory weren’t going to be alone at dinner. Charlie loved Quidditch. Mallory loved Quidditch. You didn’t love Quidditch. It was easy for the thought of inviting you to slip his mind. Charlie clearly talked to Mallory’s brother, Marcus as well. And most importantly, Charlie wasn’t your boyfriend or some committed lover or a lover of any sort. That prohibited you from asking anything of him.

Besides, he was going to come home after…right?

You brushed off these thoughts as fanatical insinuations. Maybe you were going a little stir-crazy from Charlie’s flirting. When you heard the shower start, you slipped the extra wine glass back in its place and topped your own glass off. You needed it, because what else did Malfoys do when faced with trivial matters besides drinking them away? The dose was derived from observing your father: two glasses for a mild inconvenience, four for a moderate one, and the whole bottle for a considerable issue.

The situation at hand was pretty moderate, so four glasses it was.

In the reflection of the window, you saw your father’s eyes staring back at you. They held the same look of perturbance and wondering of why you should have to deal with any misfortune. You really were his daughter.

The effect of the alcohol cushioned the pain of Charlie leaving through the door. He looked well-combed and delectable and ready to slip right into Mallory’s arms. Or into her mouth. No, you scolded yourself, none of that nonsense. After a lonesome dinner, your fork scraping your teeth in contemplation more than scraping the bowl, you sorted the leftovers into containers. You had your bath and went straight to bed.

Sleep that night was not only futile, it was wishful thinking. You tossed and turned. When you turned the light on again, both the hour and minute hand on your clock inched perilously close to two, meaning it was that late and Charlie still wasn’t back. He’d been gone for almost six hours.

You should’ve been asleep right now. You should’ve been fine right now. You shouldn’t be fretting over Charlie right now. So, why were you staring at the ceiling, a bruising feeling consuming your bones?

Before Charlie came into your life, you were trying to prove a point to your parents: you didn’t need a partner. And you’d always sworn you wouldn’t let the affections of a man change you; you preferred to operate independently. Now, you were absolutely sick over Charlie. Sometime in the past couple weeks, you’d gone from not really caring where he was to your mood beating to the sound of his drums. Merlin, you were a raging hypocrite.

The memories you had thought beautiful seemed so ugly now. His act of blowing off dinner in favour of hanging out with Mallory and her friends cheapened everything that happened over the weekend. And how was it fair that Charlie was free to spend his nights as he pleased, while the moment you engaged with Alex, he led you away? Wouldn’t it be preposterous if you showed up to the bar he was at right now and made a show by snatching him back in front of Mallory? If you did it, you’d look crazy. But when Charlie did it, it was chivalrous.

As you fluffed your pillow just to lay down again, you thought about your friend, Alicia Spinnet. She used to complain about the men she dated and the ways they cycled hot and cold. They were indecipherable, affectionate one day and gone the next. In the end, they wanted nothing more than a fling which led to numerous late-night conversations with her asking you where she’d gone wrong or if those men were really interested in the first place. The pain she felt was only punctuated when she saw them out with a real partner months later.

While you empathized with her by providing long hugs, ice-cream, and promises of getting petty revenge, you didn’t think yourself as so naive to find yourself in such a situation. You’d look for the signs, you’d know when to leave. But now, you felt so, so stupid.

Charlie Weasley was not different; he was exactly the type of men Alicia complained about. At this point, you weren’t even sad. You were angry and you didn’t know who to be angry with.

“You look like shit.”

You eked out a smile. “Thank you, Fred.”

You stopped by Cauco and Weasley Wizard Wheezes the next morning just before work. Neither place brought you much peace after what had happened with Charlie there, but Fred and George were the cure-all to any sort of pain. And the last time you trekked from Cauco to the shop, you hadn’t met Charlie yet, so maybe this would serve as some sort of spiritual reset.

You almost choked on your coffee order. You’d asked for the strongest drink as a feeble attempt to get through the day and you were served accurately. You peeled off the sleeve trying to ascertain how many shots of espresso were exactly in this concoction. Oh—was that a 3 or 8?

The delivery man finished stacking a boatload of parcels near the front and readied a slip in front of you. You counted the boxes and signed off on it for Fred and George who were busying themselves with opening duties. You thanked the worker as he left.

From there, you walked around the shop and gently rearranged some crooked products as a means to distract yourself. Charlie did get back last night, interrupting your very light sleep. You heard him brushing his teeth around 3 a.m. It was early enough to signify he didn’t spend the entire night in Mallory’s bed but late enough for the opportunity of an emotional and physical rekindling to occur. You slipped past him this morning as he slept in. You had no desire to ask him how last night went as your first conversation of the day.

You were confused. The burning desire to be by Charlie’s side flamed out so quickly after he’d mentioned Mallory. Was what you thought you felt even real, then?

“Want to do something this weekend?” you asked quickly.

“I always want to do something,” Fred was the first to respond. “But I figured your days were better spent on maintaining appearances with Charlie.”

“No,” you corrected quickly. “I think we’ve done well enough not to require anymore… appearances together.”

“It’s settled then,” Fred proclaimed. “Let’s hop a couple of bars and see where we end up.”

“(Y/N) will be on the floor,” George sang. “Just like before.”

You giggled at George’s lyricism as you propped up a Skiving Snackbox. “I will not!”

Talking and making plans with Fred and George always took a weight off your shoulders. You went home that night feeling ready for whatever punches and hooks life was going to throw at you. You, however, stalled when you arrived back to an empty apartment again. You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen where you stopped in front of the fridge. Curiously, you peeked in to find your leftovers untouched, and you felt your resolve falter for a moment. Did it taste bad? Or did Charlie have no need for it because he was sustained by something else?

You took a deep breath to ground yourself. You had to stop thinking about this for your own sanity. Charlie and Mallory could move out to the countryside and have their perfect, beautiful academically-gifted, athletic, curly-haired, bright-eyed babies. You swore you’d wish him well when that day came. Maybe you’d even send him a gift basket.

You were going to be fine.

You didn’t see Charlie until Friday evening after he’d arrived home from the train station. He intercepted you at the door just as you were about to leave for your night out.

“Hold up, (Y/N). What are you doing next week?” Charlie asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You felt as if you’d been punched in the gut. He looked so good.

Composing yourself, you said: “You’re going to have to be more precise.”

“End of the workweek?” Charlie tried again.

“I’ll be working.”

“Can’t take the time off?”

“I can’t afford to anymore.”

Charlie frowned. “That’s unfortunate.”

You put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I don’t have years worth of vacation banked up like you.”

“What about the weekend?”

“I’ll have plans.”

“They’re more important than me?”

“Maybe.”

“I like this new side of you, (Y/N),” Charlie remarked with a smirk. The same smirk that would’ve sent a heart-stopping shockwave through your body last week and left you dreaming the whole night. “I didn’t know you could tease like that.”

You now felt nothing but annoyance. Charlie obviously didn’t care enough to ask who your friends were or why you were blowing him off like this.

“Thank you, Charlie,” you said amicably. “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you slipped out from the gap underneath his arm and hurried to the lift.

Fred and George were more than ready to go when you joined them on the main floor of their shop. It was pitch-black outside and the shop was long closed, but they’d left a side door open for you. George already had a potent shot prepared for you which you happily accepted.

“To another one of (Y/N)’s successful schemes!” proclaimed George as he clinked glasses with you and Fred. You threw back the shot with the boys.

“What was the scheme again?” Fred set his glass down and exhaled in pleasure. “That’s some good stuff.”

”I think it was to throw her bloodhound parents off her scent,” George said. “By using Charlie.”

“Or to seduce our brother.”

George nodded. “We may never know (Y/N)’s true intentions.”

“Hey!” you protested. “That was not the reason.”

“I don’t know,” George tutted. “You seem to rather fancy living with him.”

“He’s not a terrible roommate. I like that he doesn’t talk incessantly like some people. You know, by trying to fill in any quiet gap.”

It was Fred’s turn to protest. “Hey!”

“It’s true, though!” you laughed. “Charlie said you told him about our adventures in Care of Magical Creatures. Is that any detail you couldn’t have spared?”

“Oh, of course,” Fred stated. “There isn’t a soul in the world who doesn’t know about your failed adventures.”

You went quiet. The rush of bantering with Fred and George was washing out into a muted anger. So, Fred did tell Charlie you’d failed. Your voice was low when you asked: “Is that how you described it? My failed adventures?”

Fred stroked his chin. “Something like that. Maybe not those exact words. I said it was interesting he’d spend so much time around someone the complete opposite of him.”

“No, I reckon those were the exact words you used,” George said with a laugh. Neither men had picked up on the way your jaw tensed. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”

“How do you do reckon we’re the opposite?” you asked. You had to know.

Fred, still oblivious to the fact you were getting upset, answered honestly. “He’s a natural with beasts and creatures. You’ve no instinct for them—”

“And Quidditch, and the opposite sex,” George added. “Amongst other things.”

If this conversation had occurred on any other day, you would’ve belly-laughed yourself into the ground; you knew your faults. But today wasn’t any other day. You still had unresolved pain to contend with. Your mind instantly jumped back to Charlie and Mallory. Mallory was probably great at handling creatures and Quidditch, and if she had Charlie in the bag, then she was great with the opposite sex.

“Is there anything you can’t keep to yourself?” you snapped. Fred finally picked up on your cues, your question slapping the grin off of his face. “Why do you have to hold the fact I failed that stupid elective over my head?”

“Whoa—what’s this about? You haven’t cared about this in 10 years.” Fred said in defence.

“What makes you think I don’t care? I don’t go around telling people what you’ve failed!”

“It’s just Charlie, (Y/N),” Fred rationalized. “He won’t hold it over your head.”

“I’m sorry, you mean the Charlie whom I’ve barely met until this September?” You inched closer to Fred. You wanted to hammer the point home, make him feel sorry for the first time in his life. “How about you give someone a chance to meet me before you give them an opinion of me?”

“Hey, I didn’t mean—”

“(Y/N), really,” George stepped in against your wishes, “He’s our brother, we know him. He really doesn’t care.”

You wanted to scream. “Why do you think it’s just about Charlie?” But it was, it really was. “It’s about how you treat me in front of other people. Do you find it so humorous to take jabs at me?”

“Of course not!” Fred responded hastily, genuine worry in his eyes. “(Y/N), let me—”

You pounded the table with your palm. “Just forget it!”

The shot glasses rattled. Fred took a step back.

George’s eyebrows furrowed. “(Y/N), let Fred—”

You threw your arms up in the air, exasperated. “Why don’t you talk to me when you’re ready to apologize?”

You grabbed your coat and stomped out of the shop and out onto the cold, cobbled street. The door swung shut behind you and blocked out any last apologies if any were to be had. You waited for a couple seconds. Fred didn’t bother to follow you out. Of course he wouldn’t. And you weren’t going to look back to confirm it.

Diagon Alley was afflicted with wintry darkness and a nippy front. It only got worse as you walked on, your face battered by headwinds. The cold winds stung your cheeks and froze the tears that had begun forming in your eyes. Not only was your friendship with Charlie deteriorating right in front of you, but you were letting how you felt about him dictate your feelings towards other people: Fred who unwaveringly had your back, and George who was just trying to help. You lost both of them in the span of one night and it was all your fault.

As much as you tried to shake off your last name, you were a Malfoy through and through. Pleasant when people served your purpose, cold when you got what you wanted. You deserved to be standing here, shivering as you walked down the street with no one rushing up to put an arm or coat around you.

Now where were you going to go? You couldn’t find refuge within your family. Hadn’t you worn down your relationship with them because of Charlie, too? You couldn’t go back to the shop with Fred and George—you were sure they resented you. You couldn’t go back to your apartment. But why even consider that? Charlie was probably taking advantage of your outing to escape under the covers with Mallory.

And Charlie, oh, Charlie. If he wasn’t going to like you because of your poor handling of magical creatures, then he certainly wasn’t going to like you after the way you treated his brothers—his family. You kicked up a patch of dirt in anger and let the loose soil splay over your stockings.

The thought of being alone and the pain shooting up your toe released the tears you’d been holding back. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. The salty stream trickled down your skin until they caught on the corners of your lips. You pulled your scarf upwards to mute the sob working its way up to your throat. And much like your tears, once the cries started, you couldn’t stop.

You woke the next morning with a strong ache in your back and a pounding headache. Your lips were chapped, glued in certain spots from the lack of water. You pushed yourself off the scratchy pillowcase, your movement stirring a creak in the bed. The cloth that wrapped around the lamp beside you was mottled, and the gold paint scratched away to reveal the harsh grey base layer.

Your sense of hearing came back when the pounding of your head retreated, but it was only to make way for the thudding of bodies and moans spilling out on the other side of the thin wall. Your sense of smell came alive next, picking up on the smell of bacon grease wafting upwards through the floorboards. As if you couldn’t feel sicker.

How the mighty (Y/N) Malfoy had fallen, you thought as you scrunched up the starchy bedsheets. From her canopy bed in her mansion to a paper-thin mattress in a sketchy motel she checked herself into because she had nowhere else to go.

In the washroom, you did your best to comb out your hair with your fingers and wipe off the smudged makeup from under your eyes. You’d figure out the wrinkled clothing later on. At the very least, your topcoat would conceal the fact you slept in last night’s clothes. When you deemed yourself presentable, you walked onto the street and turned towards a different coffee shop.

A rush of blonde hair suddenly obfuscated your peripheral vision. You stumbled from the impact of two girls grazing your sides. You looked up in confusion at what had just happened.

“Girls, come back here,” a stern voice called out.

The two girls turned back but caught your eyes first.

“(Y/N)?” the taller one called out.

Okay, now you were even more confused. “Clara?”

“That’s me!” she said. Clara ran over and threw herself in your arms. Still in a state of shock, you returned the hug.

If this was Clara, then there was only one possibility as to who the other girl was. “Hello, Charlotte,” you greeted. Charlotte came sprinting over in a frenzy and enveloped you from the side.

You never understood how Clara and Charlotte weren’t twins. They had a whole two years of genetic possibilities separating them, but they still maintained so much likeliness. It was as if Aunt Rosamund and your Uncle Leon copied and imprinted preset genes into their offspring. They both had Aunt Rosamund’s platinum blonde hair though wispier and wavier. They were both small and nimble, fairy-like in their stature. It was impossible to detach either girl from their love of reading fantasy and romance novels. You supposed childish wonder helped preserve their everlasting youth.

Given that Clara and Charlotte were here, it could only mean one thing. The woman who’d called for them was none other than—

You turned around. “Hello, Aunt Rosamund.”

Aunt Rosamund quirked a pointed eyebrow at you, her inquisitive green eyes sweeping you up and down. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her silver hoop earrings perfectly complemented her white suit and cloak. She twisted her mouth which pulled her cheekbones—looking so much like her older brother, Lucius, in the process—meaning she was ready to pass judgement. You braced yourself.

”Goodness, you look terrible, (Y/N). Did you sleep on the streets yesterday?”

Ouch. Well, at least it wasn’t your Uncle Theo. Things could be worse.

“I had a long night. It’s been busy at work,” you responded.

“You may benefit from a de-puffing potion,” Aunt Rosamund continued, now staring into your eyes. “I have a contact in Luxembourg who is the Chief of Operations at a cosmetic company that carries simply the best line of anti-aging products. I’ll set an appointment up for you.”

You touched your face, fingers grazing swells of your eyelids from all the crying you did last night. “Oh, this is temporary. It’ll fade.”

“Hm,” Aunt Rosamund said, half-believing you as she pressed her red lips together.

“She doesn’t look like a vagabond, mother. I like it. It’s rather bohemian,” Charlotte commented sweetly as she smoothed out your topcoat for you. “And (Y/N) looks even more youthful with her puffy eyes.” Alright, bohemian and youthful—you’d take it.

“So, what are you girls doing here?” you asked, trying to move the limelight away from your appearance.

“We wanted to see Christmas in London!” Charlotte piped up.

Clara sighed wistfully. “There’s a certain sense of romance that lingers in the air here that you can’t find anywhere else.”

You were gobsmacked. These girls had the entirety of Europe in their little hands and they wanted to see Christmas here? “Really?“

“You should know, (Y/N)! You live here,” Charlotte harped.

Even more puzzled, you stated: “It’s only November.”

Charlotte took your hand. “Sure, but we have to be back in Switzerland in December. And I can’t wait for you to visit us then.”

You squeezed her palm affectionately. “Me neither.”

”Come on, girls,” Aunt Rosamund called. “We have to be on our way to brunch. You can discuss your plans with (Y/N) when we arrive at your uncle Lucius’s at noon.”

“See you later, (Y/N)!” Charlotte said, giving you one last hug, before running off to her mother.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” Clara repeated.

As the three ladies ambled on, you stood there motionless, wondering what the hell you had missed.

Charlie was on the couch when you ran into your apartment. You huffed as you shut the door, having sprinted here to make the best of the hour you were given before you had to be back at the Manor.

“Hey,” was the first thing out of Charlie’s mouth when he saw you. Were your eyes betraying you, or did he genuinely look concerned? “Where were you last night?”

“Uhm,” you stammered, his question really wedging you in between a rock and a hard place. Should you lie or lie? You didn’t feel like divulging about the night you spent crying in a dirt-cheap inn. “With Fred and George.”

Charlie’s shoulders released in relief. “That’s good. I was a little concerned when you didn’t come home.”

Well, didn’t that make two of you?

“I’m going to freshen up. I have family visiting today.”

Charlie perked up. Begrudgingly, you attempted to read him. Was he excited that you were going to be gone? Your absence would surely afford him more opportunities with Mallory.

“Which side?” he asked. “Mum, dad?”

“My father’s.”

“Is it your Uncle Theo or Aunt Rosamund?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You remember?”

“I couldn’t forget your fantastic descriptions. So, who is it?”

“My Aunt Rosamund.”

“Do you need me to accompany you?”

Sharply, you said: “No.”

“Alright then,” Charlie said, falling back on the couch. “Don’t forget about me.”

“I’ll try my best, Charlie, no promises.”

You opened the door to your room and rummaged through the closet for an outfit that wouldn’t suffer the scrutiny of Aunt Rosamund. You heard the thud of footsteps drawing closer and stopped.

“Before you go, (Y/N), can you think over one thing for me?” Charlie asked.

You almost laughed when you spun around. Charlie’s head looked like it was decapitated and hanging from the way he positioned himself at the door. “Depends on what it is.”

“Is there any Thursday and Friday you could take off?”

You frowned.

Like how Alicia’s stories usually went, this was the part where the guy (Charlie) would try to win your affections back after realising you’d turned cold. Shower you with praise and compliments and his undivided attention. Charlie was about to feed and rescue you from the famine he started. And when you thought you were safe in his arms, he was sure to starve you for good.

You weren’t going to let that happen. You weren’t going to be a crumpled mess on the floor again.

“Sure,” you said coolly. “I’ll think about it.”

However deflated you sounded, it didn’t impact Charlie in the slightest. He looked as gleeful as the day he’d gotten his Hogwarts acceptance letter. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

You placed a hand on your hip, willing to humour him one last time. “Alright, why, Charlie?”

When the response spilled from Charlie’s lips, you realised you had no playbook to navigate the question he’d just posed.

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Breathe Me In

part 9 of Look What We Became

summary: the prince and the princess try to come on decent terms before taking big decisions, but not everything goes as planned

warning: fluff, smut, oral sex, f receiving, mention of various body parts (tho none of them are described in heavy detail.)

word count: 3000

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

You decide to wake up late the next morning, too tired from the events of the previous night. The sun had risen completely as the rays pricked your close eyelids. You sit up, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes and look at the sofa Harry was supposed to be sleeping in, but you only found it empty.

Not thinking much of it, you decide to get ready for the day.

You had a short bath, and were now wearing a silk blue dress with intricate yellow and red patterns, the skirt of your dress matched the corset and the sleeves, the fabric on your chest had frills and matched the one on your skirt, that went right in the middle.

You put your gloves on, and reached for your jewellery box, you took out the golden and blue earrings that your mother had gifted you as a parting gift at your wedding, the blue stone was stuck to the middle of the gold plate.

You kept the earrings aside and you took out a matching pendant.

Looking up in the mirror, you put the pendant around your neck, and when you reach down to pick up the earrings, you find one missing.

A bit weary you wear on the earrings and then start frantically searching for the other one.

“I believe we are looking for this.” you hear someone speak from behind, with a knowing and slightly annoyed face, you turn around to see your husband, holding one of your earrings, he had a smirk on his face, an expression that had invited you for a challenge,

“Give it back.” you say, walking towards him

“No ‘ my lord’ or ‘prince harry’? Why princess, where are your manners?” he says, with a false disappointment. You take a deep breath “prince harry. Give. it .back.” you say, “not good enough, princess, i don't quite hear the begging element in your voice.”

“Please, my lord, give me my earring back.” you say, feigning sweetness.

“Why don't you come take it yourself.” he says, and so you take a step forward, and he takes one back, you take another one forward and he takes another on back, you walk towards him and he walks towards the door.

“Catch me if you can, princess!” he says, before sprinting out of the room.

If he wants to play a game, you will give him a game, and you run out behind him.

Running around the halls, hiding behind servants walking around, you both were just causing such chaos.

You both were bumping into people walking, as you saw him make his way to the gardens, and you were glad, since you had more space to somehow catch up to him.

You thanked the gods above that they weren't watering the grass just yet, because if they were, your dress and shoes would have been ruined.

You are near the exit, a few feet behind your husband, when he takes a turn to the left, you reach the door and turn behind him, but he is not there.

You stop, out of breath, you walk ahead searching for him, you look behind the wall, turn around and look the other way. How can one just disappear like this? You were starting to get concerned.

“Prince harry?” you called out, frantically looking around, trying to look behind the fountains, turning around to look back at the wall, doubting yourself, when suddenly you feel strong arms around your waist as you are pulled behind, hitting a very strong chest.

His scent filled your senses immediately, a hint of caramel, sweet-smelling dried leaves and a touch earthy, hay-like scent, it calmed you down in an instant, as you rested your head on his shoulder.

No words were spoken, as he just held you in his arms, for god knows how long, he let go when he felt your breathing was normal.

He then removed one of his hands from your waist and tightly wrapped the other one around your torso, as if you would escape, if he let you loose. Opening his fist, your earring comes into sight, you put your hand on his, to take it, but he swiftly closes his fist again, trapping your hand in his, you look to your side, giving him a quizzical look, but he simply raises your hand to his lips, and gives it a light kiss.

He slowly moves down, kissing your wrist, peppering them along your forearm, placing a featherlike one on your elbow, moving up to your arm, kissing on your clothed shoulder. He reaches our neck and rubs his nose on it, inhaling your smell.

He then lets go of your hand, and gently turns you around, your arms immediately flying up and snake around his neck, as his hands find the small of your back.

He pulls you in completely, your body flush against his, and kisses you, slowly, gently, calmly, not like the one he gave you last night, right now he was taking histamine, as if he was getting to know you.

Breaking the kiss he says, “if i knew you tasted so miraculous, i would have done this the second i saw you. Would have been all over your soft skin, taking away that innocent glow from your eyes, god you make me ferrell sometimes, you know that?” resting his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath.

“Whatever happened to “getting to know one another before taking big steps”?” you ask, equally out breath, “i am getting to know you, aren't i princess? I know what you taste like, what you smell like, how you laugh, how you smile, how worried you get, what a poor runner you are-”

“I am not a poor runner.”

“Yes you are”

“I am not.”

You both stare into each other's eyes, as if staring at the souls inside your bodies, with so much intent, the gaze was fierce, “yes. You. are.”

“No. i’m. Not.”

It was getting really intense, before you both burst out laughing, “and now I know you are horrible at pretending to be intimidating as well!” he says, laughing like a madman, “oh really? You are quite pathetic at hiding!” you say, “please, you couldn't find me, you got all scared as well,” he says, as the laughter died, he had not let go of you completely, though the hold was loose, but he pulled you closer again, “careful princess, some might think you care for me.” he says, and you slowly move your head to look up at him, “i do care for you.”

“The queen is calling you both for breakfast.” you hear a voice, far from sweet, as if words were being forced out of her mouth, you both turn around to see who it was and sure enough it was deborah.

Harry keeps his hold on you, and it becomes tighter, you look back at the girl, who was looking at you with sheer hatred.

“Let her know we will be there soon.” he says, nodding his head, but she didn't move an inch, as if she had no intention of conveying that message.

“I-”

“Let the queen know, we will be there soon,” he says again. A bit stent this time.

She only looks down, bows and leaves.

“Why must you be so distant, she was your lover after all.” you say, “i loved her, yes, i felt tied to her, as if we were already living a life together, and i deem lechery as the greatest of sins, though she did not commit lechery, not technically, it felt as if she did, and she showed no remorse. Now you tell me, my wife, wouldn't you show disdain to a monster such as her?”

“I would not call her that.” you say, lowly

“If it were up to you, a traitor shall also receive a chance of redemption, you are too kind.” he says “something i am grateful for of course, if it weren't for this kind heart, i would not be able to do this.” he says, as he reaches to kiss you once again.

You smile against his lips, before pulling away from him entirely, “do not take me for being too kind my dear, i can be ruthless when i want to win.” you say, “catch me if you can!” you say, and run back inside, Harry shakes his head and laughs, before running after you.

You both reach the dining hall, panting as you both composed yourselves. Walking inside youtube your seat next to your husband. “Good morning, dear, did you sleep well?” the queen asked

“Yes, of course, mother.” you say, shyly, it was the first time you had called her that.

“Mother? Aah,'' Harry says out loud, then leans into you and whispers “first you steal my heart, now you are stealing my mother? What more should I expect from you princess?”

You blush at this, you knew why he was saying such things, of course it wasn't as though he was in love with you, but he was making an effort, to show you that he at least likes you.

“Yes dear, she is just like my daughter,” she says to Harry, and then turns to you and askes, “I saw you two retire early, was everything alright?” she asked, in a very innocent voice, you choked on your juice as you thought of what happens when you both ‘retired early’, you could feel yourself getting flustered at the thought of it, his hands, all over your body, his face so close to yours, and you don't know why, but it caused you to squeeze your thighs together. “Is everything alright?” she asked again, and Harry started patting your back,

“Mother!” he says, looking at his mother with glaring eyes, “what?” she replies, again, innocently, “everything was quite alright, mother, we just needed to discuss some…things.” he says, while patting your back, your coughing came to an end soon, but your face was red, your brain was constantly playing the events of last night, the good ones, not the sad ones, you put our hand on his thigh, and you squeeze hard, which alerts him a bit he snaps his head to the side and looks at you, “princess?” he asks lowly, “um ... .uh, you must excuse me.” you say, as you get up, bow to all of them and leave for your chambers.

The feeling was there again, and it hurt, you were really uncomfortable as you walked up to your chamber. It was the same unbearable feeling, the frustration. Blood rushed through your skin, and suddenly everything became hot, your brain was fuzzy, you couldn't form words, you could barely keep your eyes open, you carved the feeling again, the closeness, touch ,you craved touch, his touch, no one else's.

You sit on your bed, as you remember the feeling, when he made you grind against his knee, that feeling when he was so close to you. God you needed to compose yourself.

Harry was confused, you seemed just fine before, what happened?

“She is probably tired, you both were running around quite a lot today.” his father offers some explanation, “no dear, i don't think that is it.” his mother says, with a knowing look. And Harry seems to understand, getting up he says, “i shall go see, weather she is alright.” and he sprints to your room, bursting the door open he finds you, laying on the bed, your chest heaving, as tears run down your eyes, you had closed the curtains and the room was dark, your dress sleeves falling off your shoulders and your skirt up around your waist, your knees were bent, and your legs were bare. You turned to face him, begging him to come closer with your eyes, and he did, he closed the door, and ran to your side, “princess? What ails you?” he asked, and you just shook your head, you couldn't possibly say anything, “if you don't tell me, how will i help you? Hm? Tell me princess, whatever happened?” he asked again, but you just took his hand, and guided it towards your inguinal region, his eyes followed your movements, as he saw what you're doing, he looked back at you. This was the boldest gesture you had made so far.

“Princess.” he says, before taking a deep breath in, “please, do something, it hurts.” you whisper out to him, your voice was whiney, thin, small.

He smirks at you and says, “Whatever happened to “getting to know one another before taking big steps”?” but you just whine louder, “i don't care! Just please! Do something! Please!”

Your plea was enough for him to remove his coat, and climb on top of you, bending down he kisses you hungrily, he had never seen you this desperate, and he was loving it, your hands find his hair as you kiss him back, his hands reach your shoulders, pushing the dress further down, you help him remove the sleeves off your hands, and then immediately find his hair again, he again puts his leg between yours as you grind on it, and this time you moan, loudly, “whatever has gotten into you today? Never seen you like this, tell me,” he says, all breathy, “what made you so needy?”

You dont reply, partly because you were too embarrassed to admit to your lewd thoughts and partly because you could not form a sentence in your head, “I asked you a question, didn't I princess?” he asks, and you just wail, “that is no answer.” he says, “what made you so needy princess?” he asks again, you shake your head, trying to find your words, as the feeling of pure pleasure fills your body, “y-you” you say, as you squeeze your eyes shut, due to the intense pleasure.

That one word, seemed to have done something to harry, as he goes completely wild, he rips his dress shirt open, and pulls your dress below the swell of your breasts, he puts one hand, beside your head, removes his leg, from between yours, which causes you to whine once again, his mouth finds your right breast, and his other hand reaches down to rub circles against your clothed clit. Your right hand finds his shoulder, while your left pushes his head further down on your breast, the feeling had heightened, and your mouth was now open, no sound came out, no words, until you finally let a moan out and it was music to his ears.

in one swift movement, he pulled your entire dress off of you.

You were bare in front of him, and you looked absolutely beautiful. He hovered over you again, and plants kisses on your neck, slowly moving down, to kiss the valley between your brests, to your stomach, and when he finally reached your clothed mound, looking up at you, he slowly, takes the fabric of your underwear between his teeth and pulls it away, you arch your back as cold air hit your wet pussy, then you feel him place a feather like kiss on your inner thigh, inching closer to your centre, he slowly brings his hand up and places his thumb on your now exposed clit, applying slight pressure and drawing circles, which seemed to make you look at him, moving closer to your pussy, he licked a bold stripe, tasting your arousal, and his eyes rolled back in his head, you could feel his hot breath against your cunt, which was contrasting with the cold air attacking the rest of your body, it made shivers run down your body, and harry looked up at you, as if to ask for approval, you nod your head, not knowing what exactly he wanted to do, but anything would good right now.

You keep looking at him as he moves to come directly above your slit, to you, he was just being cruel, taking his time, mocking your state, but for him, seeing you like this, he was in awe, never had he been so sensual with anyone, never so gentle, no one had ever begged him like this, silently, they were all loud, and harry loved it, but this was different, and your taste was heavenly, nothing like he had before, nothing like hers, yours had a different sweetness, a different scent, and it was making him wild, like an animal, your whimper seems to break him out of this transe as he looks up to see your pained expression, without wasting more time, he ducks down and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it, and it made you hiss, without stopping he looks up at you, back arching, breasts in the air, and he didn't know if he was hurting you or if that was a pleasurable sound, so he stops completely, “Don't stop! please!” you cry out and that was all he needed to go back, tongue flicking the sensitive nub, your hands flew to Harry’s hair, pushing his face further into your cunt, it felt right, and it felt good, you try to squeeze your legs together, but he pries them away with one hand and then brings his other hand and holds both your thighs in place, the room was filled with your moans and the sound of him licking you up, he unhooks his left hand from your thigh and goes to grab your right breast, pinching you nipple, your own hand finds his and you hold it from behind.

You then feel a knot in your stomach, and it feels like you might pee, “ha- prince ha-harry!” you mewl and he hums against your pussy, the vibration caused you to moan loudly, “i- i think-”

“Let go.” he says, lips still against your mound, and that was all you needed as you came crashing down, felt like you exploded, you closed your eyes and saw stars till everything went black.

A/N: OMG FINALLY DAMN IT. i hope you enjoy this one really, part will definately be posted more frequently from now on, i was having some personal issues due to which i couldn't post on time. love you all.

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infin1ty-garden · 8 months

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GUARDIAN ANGEL

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: hearing rumors of the fountain of youth and finally finding a heading, nikolai decides to follow the rumors ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ pairing: nikolai lanstov x gn! siren! reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: drowing, darkling, a bit of spice ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 2k ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: inspired by this and sorry for not posting in a while I was on vacation

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"Are we sure that compass even works?" Asked Tamar swaying from side to side due to the heavy rain and storm they were passing through. "It points to what the holder wants most. I think the instructions are pretty clear," Nikolai's attention only being on the compass. It's arrow spinning from one direction to another.

"You are going to crash the ship," yelled Mal as he fell down sliding to the other end of the ship. "Don't worry we're almost there," and then he let go of the wheel entirely. Tolya grabbed it but as if they'd entered another dimension. The storm was nowhere in site and not that far away, an island.

"See, I was right," as he said that the ship hit something causing him to fall overboard. He tried to swim up but the waves kept crashing in on him. He could hear people yelling for him and orders being thrown around. They turned incoherent as he sunk deeper.

He felt two hands taking hold of his arms as he was lifted out of the water in seconds. Once he managed to open his eyes, he was miles from the ship. He wanted to turn and see his saviour. "Don't strain your body too much, just relax your safe," he heard the most angelic voice say.

In a blink of an eye his feet met the sand. He coughed up what felt like half the ocean. When he turned to thank his saviour they were nowhere to be seen. Had he imagined it? Then he saw it, his ship being attacked by sire

But he could not help his crew. If he even attempted to swim to them, he would be instantly attacked. His gun was wet, so it was useless, and what could he do with a sword. All he could do was watch and hope they make it.

Most of the crew was alright. No deaths but they had to dry dock the ship, as going in the row boats would have been a death wish. Now, they had to find the chalices. "Captain," Tamar handed him a spyglass. Looking through it he saw Second Army flags. The Darkling was here or his grisha were.

"How did they get here before us?" Alina asked bewildered. "It doesn't matter we just need to get the chalices before them," he really should have better timing. "Hand over the map," the Darkling appeared, along with his forces. "There's no map," Nikolai replied, confidence radiating off of him in waves.

Then one by one his grisha disappeared until he was the only one left standing. "You and what army," Kirigan looks behind himself. Worry coating his face but then he smirked. "I don't need an army," as he raised his hands the sand beneath his feet disappeared. He dropped down into the newly formed puddle like it was a slide.

"Well, that happened," all anyone could do was nod along to Mal's statement. As they continued on following the compass, it seemed to lead them in circles. "I think your magic compass stopped working," Alina gave him a sympathetic look. "We have more company. Tamar reported seeing Fjerdan and Shu ships," great just what they needed.

"We still need the two chalices. Let me give that map a try," Mal took the map from Nikolai. The map was written in a language no one could understand. It wasn't in Fjerdan, Kerch, Ravkan, Shu, Zemeni, Suli, or even Old Ravkan. But now that they were actually on the island, they could at least recognise the landmarks drawn. Mal's tracking skill would finally come in handy.

After spending hours walking, they've decided to make camp and rest for a bit. They couldn't let the Fjerdans or the Shu be the first to discover the secret to the fountain. As Nikolai was starting to close his eyes, he heard a splash of water near him. He looked to where he assumed the sound came from and was met with the most beautiful pair of eyes.

Was this the person that saved him? He couldn't be sure. He slowly moved towards the person, worried that any sudden movement might scare them away. "I am not some kind of rabid animal," that voice, his guardian angel. "Your friends are on the west side," you could mean the Fjerdans or the Shu.

"They're not our friends," you sent him a sceptical look. He suddenly remembered why they were on this island in the first place. "You wouldn't know where someone could leave two chalices around here, would you?" At this point Nikolai was fully laying down in the mud that surrounded the pot of water.

His face inches away from it. "Hypothetically, I would know where something like that could be hidden." He smiled and then asked. "Hypothetically, could you show me?" You disappeared, only to emerge a few seconds later. Slowly moving closer to him as he had done only minutes ago.

What you did next was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You kissed him. It was slow at first, as if giving him the chance to pull away if he so wishes. Instead he placed his palm on the back of your head. Pulling you as close as he can and uped the ferocity of the kiss. You placed your fingers at the bottom of his chin.

Putting slight pressure on it, due to this he opened his mouth. You quickly slipped your tongue in. He felt something foreign enter his system. You quickly pulled away and submerged yourself, only the top part of your face could be seen. Watched him swallow whatever you had just given him. I really hope I don't die from this.

You made a motion with your hand for him to enter the water. Waited for him, as he took off his jacket and shoes. His feet were searching for the bottom of the pond or whatever it was. He felt a hand grab his foot and pull him into the water. "You're taking too long," he realised he could breathe underwater. You gently grabbed his waist and he placed his arm around your neck.

He finally saw your tail. You were a siren. He was so gonna die but why had you saved him and why were you helping him now. He had too many questions. None of which he could ask. As soon as he had entered the water he was out of it. In Front of him was a ship, but none of the text in any language he knew. It did match the art on the map.

"Thank you," you nodded with a smile on your face. He walked closer to the ship. It was suspended in mid air. Wedged in between two huge pieces of stone. How could he get up there?

He finally entered the ship with your help and a lot of trial and error. Each step on the deck was taken with extreme consideration as one wrong move could send the ship falling. Even if the ship seemed to have been here for years with the plants that have taken over the deck. Nikolai didn't want to take any chances.

As he descended down to the lower levels of the ship, he was greeted with copious amount of dust and rot....and gold? But he had little care for it. Maybe after they find the fountain of youth, he could bring some of that gold back to Ravka. One room in the ship was clearly meant for dining. The table comfortably fit nine people.

The seats were filled with skeletons. The stench of the rotten food and empty glasses of wine could signify that these people were poisoned. The ship without a crew was probably left to roam the sea and had met its journey's end. Crashing into the rocks. Or maybe all of them have been stabbed, who knows.

The chalices were nowhere to be found. He went searching different rooms until he reached the captain's quarters. In the middle of the room the captain was sitting a skeleton like the rest of the crew but on the bed next to him a chest. Nikolai made his way to the bed as he did the ship swinged and then the voices came.

He wasn't alone anymore but he recognised one of them as Zoya. He needed to work faster. He got to the chest but it was locked. Nikolai could hear the voices getting closer. The key was laying on the chain around the captain's neck. Unlocking the chest and...nothing, just some documents. Where could the chalises be? He looked in the drawers, desk and finally under the bed.

There was another chest, this one without a lock in it, the chalices inside. Then the door burst open. "Hand them over," before he could think or even form a plan the ship was falling. When he awoke he was tied up, next to him, Zoya. The flags were the first thing he'd recognised, Shu. The second one, that they were tied to a tree. "Finally, the sleeping beauty's awake," one of the guards said.

Whatever they'd done to Zoya, she'd seen better days. Cuts were littering her face and bruises were starting to form. "The others," he'd simply asked. "Probably dead." The guards had left their posts to fetch their superior. In the corner of his eye, Nikolai could see something being thrown next to his feet. A knife, he quickly picked it up and placed it near his hands. Cutting himself and Zoya lose.

"We need to plan our next steps carefully since we don't have our weapons," just as he said that his and what he assumes is Zoya's sword were thrown out of the water. If she had found the ordeal weird, she didn't mention it, just grabbed her sword. "This way, I saw them place the rest of the weapons there."

They managed to escape the camp unseen. "I will let you go but the next time we meet, you won't be given the same courtesy," with that she disappeared in the forest.

The chalices weren't with the weapons. The Shu must have taken them. Then out of nowhere Tamar, Alina, Mal and Tolya come charging past Nikolai. Tamar carrying one chalice while Mal carries the other. "Sturmhond," Alina says just realising he was even there. "Run," yells Tamar as she grabs him.

Then he sees it, the Darkling and his volcra. His feet do the rest as he joins the group running. Hoping to lose him in the woods. "What happened?"

"What happened? Where were you? You left and didn't even tell anyone," Alina retorts.

"I got a lead to where the chalices might be."

"But WE found the chalices."

"And WE are going to lose them if you two don't shut it," Toyla interrupted, silencing them both as they hid. Once they saw the Darkling walk pass. They slowly walk in the other direction. "Where did you find them?"

"Near the entrance to some caves but that was nowhere close to where it had been marked on the map," Mal said in disbelief.

"Let me guess there was a river or some pond close by," Nikolai asked. Mal nodded. "But how could you know, it wasn't marked on the map." Nikolai shrugged. You must have taken them and brought them to his crew. "Now, we just need to find the entrance to the fountain," water splashed nearby. "Give me one moment," he said to the rest of them as he took the map and walked towards the water.

Tamar and Alina followed him. He kneeled down. "Yes," he asked, looking at the water. You slowly lifted your head and swam to where he was kneeling. He held up the map. Mal and Toyla joined the rest. Alina lifted her palms up as Toyla readied his weapon. "You are here and the entrance is here," now they could see the scales coating your arms, along with the tail.

All of them were thinking the same. You're a siren and you're helping them.

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srvbryn · 5 months

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ᝰ.ᐟ Ferris Wheel

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Bi-Han X f!reader

warning: none

"as long as it is with you"

The unexpected stop of the ferris wheel allowed (Name) and Bi-Han to create a timeless bubble above the bustling amusement park. Surrounded by the quiet hum of the city below and the distant laughter of park-goers, they found themselves in a suspended moment where time seemed to elongate.

Bi-Han leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling. "There's something magical about being stuck at the top, you know?" It's almost as if we have our own private skybox."

(Name) couldn't help but chuckle at his take on the situation. "Magical, huh? I suppose unexpected moments can have their own charm."

Bi-Han, usually reserved, revealed a surprising side that had (Name) laughing more than once.

Amidst the exchange of stories and laughter, Bi-Han's gaze softened as he looked at (Name). "You know, sometimes the unplanned moments are the most memorable ones."

(Name) smiled in agreement. "I never thought I'd say this about being stuck in the air, but I'm glad it happened."

Their carriage gently swayed as the ferris wheel began its descent. Bi-Han, ever the gentleman, offered (Name) his hand as they stepped onto solid ground. The amusement park lights danced around them, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

As they strolled through the park, Bi-Han suggested, "How about we explore the rest of the attractions? Who knows what other surprises await us?"

(Name) nodded, the night taking an unexpectedly delightful turn. They walked through the park, trying games, sharing cotton candy, and reveling in the carefree spirit of the night. It was a stark contrast to the initial uncertainty atop the ferris wheel.

Bi-Han's stoic demeanor gave way to moments of genuine amusement, and (Name) found herself captivated by the genuine joy he displayed.

As they approached the carousel, Bi-Han suggested, "How about one more ride? This time, I promise it won't get stuck."

(Name) laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration. "I'll hold you to that promise."

The carousel's lights painted a kaleidoscope of colors as they hopped onto the ornate horses. Bi-Han, with a playful glint in his eyes, whispered, "To unexpected unforgettable moments."

(Name) silently clinked her imaginary glass against his, toasting the serendipity that had brought them together on this whimsical night. As they circled under the sparkling lights on the carousel, (Name) couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected diversion had turned into a beautiful chapter in their shared story.

(Name) and Bi-Han found themselves standing beneath the twinkling stars, basking in the warmth of each other company.

The night air held a hint of coolness as (Name) and Bi-Han walked away from the now still carousel. The amusement park, once alive with the sounds of joy and excitement, was beginning to wind down.

Bi-Han turned to (Name) with a gentle smile. "I must admit, tonight has been quite extraordinary. Who would have thought that a stuck ferris wheel would lead to such an enchanting evening with you?"

(Name) grinned back at him, "Life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. I'm just glad I got to share these moments with you."

As they wandered through the park, the twinkling lights casting a soft glow on their path, Bi-Han's expression became contemplative. "There's a certain beauty in the unexpected, don't you think? It's as if the universe conspires to weave these moments into the tapestry of our lives."

(Name) nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort that went beyond the ordinary. "It's in these unplanned moments that we discover the true essence of life."

They found a quiet bench near a tranquil fountain, the gentle splashing of water providing a soothing backdrop. Bi-Han turned to (Name), his gaze sincere. "Thank you for turning what could have been a mere hiccup into a night I'll always remember."

(Name) touched his arm lightly, a warmth in her eyes. "And thank you for being the unexpected highlight of my evening. Sometimes, it's the detours that lead to the most beautiful destinations."

Bi-Han's lips curved into a soft rare smile. "Perhaps the universe had its own plans for us tonight."

As they sat in comfortable silence, the night around them deepened. The amusement park, now mostly deserted.

With a thoughtful expression, Bi-Han spoke, "I've learned that life's greatest treasures often reveal themselves in the quiet moments—the moments when we least expect them."

(Name) leaned in, their shoulders touching. "I couldn't agree more."

As they prepared to leave the park, hand in hand, the echoes of laughter and the glow of memories lingered in the air.

(Name) looked at Bi-Han with a soft expression. "Shall we make our way home, or would you like to extend this enchanting night a little longer?"

Bi-Han smiled, "I'm up for whatever the night brings, as long as it's with you."

#i love him #mk1 #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han #bi han mk #x reader #mortal kombat #ooc post

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storiesbyjes2g · 2 months

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3.88 So special

Sophia and I had a full day of wedding prep ahead, so I woke up early the next morning to take Rosie out for a nice, long walk. Even though we've taken the dogs pretty much everywhere we went over the past few days, I felt like I had neglected them. So much had gone on, and I didn't have time to give them my focused attention and wouldn't be able to for the next few days. Since Rosie was the energetic one, I figured she'd appreciate some one-on-one time outside.

Our day began with instructions from Mama to meet her at an address in Tartosa. It was a house on a hill with a breathtaking view of the ocean and close access to nearby shops and beaches. The place was beautiful, but why were we there?

"What is this place, Mama?"

"This is your honeymoon rental. Surprise!"

Sophia gasped.

"Wha... Mama! This is too much. You don't have to pay for the wedding and our honeymoon."

"Luca," she said in a warning tone, "if you are fortunate enough to provide for your children like I do, you will. I hope you'll get the chance to know what that's like."

Before I could rebut or say anything more, she sent us away with a list of errands while she stayed at the house doing whatever she was doing in there. Don't get me wrong. I was grateful to keep some money in my pocket. And I understood why she did all this. I just hoped she wasn't spending all her money on me. True, I didn't know exactly how much money she had, but I didn't think we were a wealthy family. We were always comfortable, never extravagant, but she still had to work for a living. She still had a long life ahead of her, and I wanted her to enjoy everything she worked for.

Our list landed us at the bakery first.

"Hi... I'm here to pick up a cake," I said to the man in the window.

"Name?"

"Murillo."

"Ah! Yes, I spoke to your mother this morning. Just a minute."

I rarely had to tell sims my last name, and it felt a bit odd to say. I honestly hadn't said it since...maybe high school. Wow. But saying it to the guy with Sophia beside me, knowing this time tomorrow she might have my name... I was so proud...and very turned on.

"Here you go," the man said. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you."

"We've got cake," Sophia said.

"Mmm hmm. There's no turning back now."

"Is that so?"

"Yep. It's in the wedding handbook. Once the cake has been secured, no one can cancel the wedding."

"Hmmm. I like this rule."

On our way to the flower shop, a clothing store with fancy, expensive suits and gowns in the window distracted us.

"Look at these," Sophia shouted. "Could you imagine wearing something so expensive?"

"Imagine it? Absolutely. Dropping the coin, no way."

"Right? It's crazy!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mama walking toward us from a few blocks away, so we left the store to find the flower stand we were supposed to hit up next. But when we got there, it was closed.

"Don't tell me it's closed," Mama said when she found us. "It's not even 6:00 yet!"

"Maybe they went out for lunch or something," Sophia said.

"Yeah," I chimed in. "We could wait a few minutes and see if they come back."

Mama sighed.

"Fine. Let's go sit over there so we don't miss them."

The large fountain near the shop had the perfect vantage point to wait. I personally didn't care if we got the flowers or not. The venue probably had more than enough decorations already. But this was Mama's show, and if she wanted more flowers, we'd wait. It was a nice day for sitting around and taking in the sights. The sound of the water bubbling in the fountain and the random cool mist on my neck provided a refreshing respite from the all the running around we'd done that week. But after a while, I think we were all a bit restless.

"I wanted to elope," Mama said.

She never talked about wanting to marry Dwayne, so I needed clarification.

"Elope with Dad?"

"Mmm hmm. I was so hasty. Once I decided we were meant for each other, that was it. I didn't care about a dress and a party. I just wanted to be with him. He was the one who wanted the wedding."

"So, what happened?" I asked.

"Mommy happened. I wore Ali down and convinced him we didn't need a wedding, but there was no changing Amina Pope's mind. And believe me, I tried." She began to laugh. "Oh, I was such a brat that day. I was about your age and still so immature."

"Where was the wedding, then?"

"In her backyard. I may not have been able to sway her on eloping, but I would not back down on getting married immediately. I threatened to take Ali to the beach and do it without her right then if she didn't get onboard, but she convinced me to wait just one more day so she could get things together and invite my Aunt Nay. Remember Billie? That was her mother. They were best friends. Anyway...it was Winterfest, and-"

"You got married on Winterfest?"

"We sure did."

With us getting married on New Year's Eve, could this be the beginning of a family tradition? Holiday weddings?

"I was blown away when we got up. Mommy had turned the whole house into a Winterfest wedding wonderland. She was a designer and always kept our house looking nice. She designed your room!"

"Really?"

"Sure did. She loved you so much, Luca. She did everything for you, just like she did for me. All I've ever wanted to do was be an excellent mother, just like her. I know you think I'm doing too much, and I might be, but it's what she would do. And I want you to feel special how I felt special."

"You always make me feel special, though," I said. "I don't need extra flowers and a giant house to feel that... But I appreciate what you're doing."

Sophia cleared her throat.

"I hate to break up this tender moment, but I need to start getting ready for tonight."

Mama checked the time.

"It is getting late. You guys go. I'll deal with this."

She gave us the keys to the house and sent us on our way. We walked back to the house in silence, Mama's story weighing on our minds. Well, my mind, at least. I loved hearing about Gammy and stretched my brain, trying to remember just one moment. But I was too young. I couldn't even conjure her face without seeing a photograph.

"Luca! Look!"

Of course Mama was fixing up the house for us. I should have expected that.

"This is so special," Sophia shouted.

What was special was finally being alone with her. Maybe I could convince her to free me from all the wild thoughts I had at the bakery.

We stepped into the house, and Sophia looked around. I kept my eyes on her. All I could think about was how we were going to spend three glorious days holed up in our room, and I wanted to get started expeditiously.

"Don't look at me like that," she said.

"How am I looking?"

"Like you want to devour me. We don't have time."

"Pretty please?"

"Come on. Let's see the rest of this house."

She left me and went outside, so I followed. We had the perfect view of the ocean from the patio, and Sophia was beside herself.

"Uuuuggghhh why can't it be warmer?? I just want to dive in there right now! This is so beautiful!"

I was rather impressed myself. Mama really outdid herself.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #emerald pope #sophia aguilar #banks collab

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lu-sn · 10 months

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for random braindump, chay and macau being classmates in canon and recognizing each other post season 1 at some family function

congratulations you've revived my macau & chay besties 4evr agenda. this is not quite what you asked for but it is what fell out of my brain 😅

chay is fresh off of baby's first kidnapping, and porsche sits him down in an interrogation room and slides a picture across the steel desk and goes, "okay, this kid. this kid goes to your school. this kid is also the little brother of the guy who kidnapped you. well, kind of. well-"

"hia," chay says, pinching his nose, "i get it. what do i do?"

porsche grabs him by the shoulders. "do not go near him. don't talk to him. don't even LOOK at him. DON'T-"

chay endures this lecture very patiently and then does actually follow porsche's instructions, because the kidnapping completely scared the shit out of him and now he lives with the mafia and his life is legitimately in danger. he's gonna listen to what porsche says, no questions asked.

and then macau, who has literally never spoken to chay before ever (he has no reason to, he's one year younger and he's not studying music) starts popping up everywhere.

"hey," macau says, leaning precariously over the water fountain to stare at chay, who sprays water in his own face as he jumps six feet in the air before immediately sprinting away.

or, chay turns around in the lunch line and macau is standing right behind him, wagging his eyebrows, and chay lets out a small "eep" and then whirls back around and pretends very hard that macau isn't there.

or! chay is walking to his bus stop and macau is standing there looking at his phone, and this is ridiculous. chay has never seen macau take this bus before! so chay throws his hands up in exasperation and books it for the next bus stop, he's not putting up with this bullshit, no sir.

(macau is absolutely doing it on purpose. he's known about chay for months, but is actually on explicit orders from vegas to not bother or spy on chay in any way. he definitely wanted to help, but vegas didn't want macau to be thinking about that kind of stuff at school.

macau is flouting these orders now because vegas has been banished and porsche had something to do with it and he's hoping at first that he can fish information about all of that out of chay. but now he's in it for the trolling 😂)

macau doesn't know about the kidnapping. he doesn't know how personally chay is taking this — until he spots chay under a tree and saunters over to bother him, except. chay looks fucking wrecked. and like he's trying to hide it.

something clicks for macau. he totally gets it. sometimes you have to have a mafia-related breakdown at school, and all you can do is find a quiet place to have it.

(macau doesn't know chay is sad because of kim, but he doesn't need to.)

so when chay spots him, and tenses, and looks ready to bolt — macau halts and holds his hands up in surrender. then he waves, kind of awkwardly. and he leaves.

this very sudden generosity does surprise chay. and it continues to surprise chay when macau continues to wave at him whenever they see each other, but doesn't try to approach him. chay is still suspicious of macau, but chay is also a nice kid, and macau really isn't doing anything objectionable. so chay starts waving back.

this truce goes on for a while. and sure, chay isn't following the letter of the law anymore, but it's not like he's giving away information. he's not putting anyone in danger. and it's kind of comforting to have this shared understanding with this kid he doesn't even know. they're in the same boat. chay might not be able to talk to him, but chay feels a little less alone.

there's a million ways they could start talking after this. maybe macau just decides to take the plunge and plops down in front of chay during lunch and starts rambling about valorant. maybe macau is searching his pockets for change for the vending machine, and chay watches him do this for like five minutes and decides he needs to put macau out of his misery.

or maybe one of them finds the other having a panic attack in the bathroom, and talks them through it. (they're both better at this than they should be.)

or. maybe it's after the coup, and now macau is the one looking horribly withdrawn and jittery, and chay knows macau's brother is in a coma, and chay isn't feeling particularly happy about his own brother or anyone in the goddamn main family right now. so he says fuck it, and goes over to bump shoulders nonchalantly with macau.

maybe it's all of those. doesn't matter. they become friends. they're both lonely, and they're just too similar. too young, too tied to the mafia, too scared for their brothers, too little control over their own lives.

and it's not like they ever actually talk about being in the mafia. both of them know better than to give secrets away. they mostly just talk about gaming and homework and roast each other's tastes in music, and occasionally they allude to not being able to sleep, and sometimes they stutter to a stop to avoid saying something they shouldn't — but they both know to let it go. no need to fill in the gaps with lies, to pretend like everything is normal and okay.

it's nice. they're chill.

later, when porsche tells him they're having "family dinner" tomorrow night, chay doesn't realize that includes the former minor family, and he DEFINITELY doesn't realize macau is going to be there. which means he isn't prepared for macau to spot him at dinner and grin and start walking towards him, BECAUSE MACAU DOESN'T KNOW CHAY IS STILL BANNED FROM TALKING TO HIM.

chay is frantically gesturing at macau from behind porsche, making shh-ing motions and throat-slitting motions and shaking his head threateningly. and macau stops, puzzled, narrows his eyes — sly grin flickering across his face for a split second — points directly and dramatically at chay and goes "what are YOU doing here???"

chay facepalms.

macau puts a hand over his mouth and gasps. "have you been in the mafia this whole time?" then, louder, "i can't believe NOBODY told me."

"oh god," chay mumbles into his hand.

porsche is watching this go down, totally bemused. (vegas is also watching this go down, except vegas actually knows what's going on and is mostly amused about it.)

"chay," porsche says tentatively, "this is macau, vegas's little brother." then he nods expectantly at chay — like chay is supposed to do something now? is chay un-banned??? when the hell did that happen?

chay sighs. "hi, macau," he says, deadpan.

macau shakes his hand vigorously. "you play valorant?" he asks, like macau doesn't roast chay over vc every night.

"i'm gonna kick your ass to the curb," chay mutters, low enough that only macau can hear him.

"maybe when you get good," macau says, unrepentanly smug.

#there is a good portion of this that was lifted straight from my chay fic #coming to theaters near you never #🥲#one day perhaps #anyway chay's adrenaline is just going down from having dodged the macau bullet at this family dinner when #kim walks in 😂#rip chay rest in pieces #does macau immediately clock what's going on? probably not #from his perspective kimchay is probably the weirdest crossover ever #thank you for the ask! this was... very long i apologize #kinnporsche #porchay kittisawasd #macau theerapanyakul #does this count as macauchay? i have no clue #macau & chay #mine: asks #rainy day asks

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goosewriting · 1 year

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(this is for the prompts requests, so yeah, also sorry my english is too bad) Maybe mikey with number two from color orange (the scenarios prompts), where reader is talking with someone that tries to flirt a lot with them but starts to make them uncomfortable, and then when mikey walks near to them and notices this he decides to fake being reader's partner so that person can go away, so when they finally go, reader get a little concerned but also surprised on how good mikey did "performing" being their partner (cuz mikey has a crush on them but they don't know), and later reader actually invite him on a date, excusing: "I am really curious if you can be my partner for real". (Yeah they both have a crush on each other)

You don't have to follow all of this request, feel free to change some things (is your writing so ofc) i actually read the rules but if there's something i said wrong you can easily ignore this dw, have a good day and also congrats for 500 followers ⭐⭐ (sorry if it's too long)

Fake it till you make it (rottmnt Mikey x reader)

scenario 2: Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

summary: a stranger makes reader uncomfortable, so Mikey intervenes by saying he’s the boyfriend.

relationship: Rise!Mikey x GN reader

warnings: some yokai being a creep, fluff!

word count: ~910

A/N: aah thank you so much! i really hope this was along the lines of what you imagined :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

– – –

You and the turtle brothers had decided to spend the afternoon in the Hidden City. Just like last time, everyone wanted to do something different, so you decided to split up and visit whatever you wanted to see individually.

Mikey had suggested you go with him, and you had to hold back a squeal of excitement, as you had the biggest crush on the orange clad turtle. Wherever he chose to go, you’d happily accompany him anyways, but his idea actually interested you, which made you just the giddier to spend some time alone with him.

The Hidden City had opened a new food court and of course Mikey wanted to go try it out, to have a “culinary experience”, as he called it.

After looking at the different options and menus, you two wrote down everything you wanted to get on a phone note, and split up to pick up half the items each. After all, you were both hungry and efficiency was key.

Once you had settled who would get what, you both went off in opposite directions, starting on either side of the food court, so you’d meet in the middle. You had suggested eating near the fountain at the park instead of here because of how packed the place was, to which Mikey had agreed. As you stood in line at the first shop, you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of having an “almost date” with him. Perhaps one day you could go on a real one with him…

Not long after going separate ways, Mikey found himself looking at the contents in the paper bag, his mouth watering at the sight. He scanned his surroundings, trying to find you in the crowd. You were supposed to be at the shop to his left but he couldn’t see you. Worry slowly rose within him until he spotted you behind a big fake plant. You were talking to someone.

Or rather, someone was talking to you, while you tried to get rid of them politely, but they evidently weren’t getting the hint. As Mikey got nearer, he realised it was some yokai, and you looked very uncomfortable as they practically towered over you, obviously getting into your space.

Mikey went through several scenarios in his head in a split second, but all of those ended in causing a scene, which he knew you wouldn’t want. Besides, the food would get cold. So he did the next best thing he could think of and essentially materialised from behind you out of nowhere, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Who’s this?” he asked, clearly interrupting the yokai, who was forced to stop mid-sentence and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Who are you?” the stranger retorted, giving him a mocking once-over.

“I’m their boyfriend” Mikey responded without a single drop of hesitation to his voice, which made your breath hitch. You knew what he was trying to do and you were truly grateful, but you couldn’t stop the flush on your face. The yokai noticed this and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You didn’t trust your voice at the moment so you simply nodded.

They scoffed, clearly not buying it. Before being able to say anything else though, you felt yourself being pulled towards Mikey, who gave you a lingering peck on the cheek while glaring daggers at the stranger. Taking your hand, the turtle simply pulled you along, heading towards the park. You could hear some mumbling behind you about a ‘waste of time’, but paid it no mind as you were currently trying to regain control of your heart. You were sure it had bounced out of your ribcage and was soaring somewhere in the sky.

After a couple of steps and some steadying breaths, the stranger was out of sight and you exhaled deeply in relief. You were about to extend your thanks to Mikey, when your eyes wandered down his arm to your joined hands, and you remembered the sudden kiss, which made you look away to hide your face from him.

Once you arrived at the park, he brought you to an empty bench and sat down with you, the food in your laps. Only then did he let go of your hand, which you immediately missed.

“Shall we eat?” Mikey asked as if nothing had happened, and you didn't respond.

He was starting to unpack the food, but at your lack of response he lifted his gaze to meet yours. You were looking at him with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, replaying what had happened earlier in your mind. Suddenly feeling an outburst of confidence, you finally asked what you had been thinking about for a long time now.

“The way you said you were my boyfriend earlier felt so… natural” you started, your eyes flickering to the food, then the bench, and finally back to Mikey’s curious eyes. “Maybe you could be it, for real?”

You had never seen something turn from green to red so quickly. Mikey was caught completely off-guard. Truth is, he also liked you, and the action before had left his mind spiralling and heart racing, and he was trying to play it cool. So now that you were asking the question, he couldn't quite believe it.

Almost dropping the fries to the floor but catching them just in time, he chuckled nervously, but then looked at you with soft eyes.

“Yeah, I’d like that”.

~~~~~

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bloodybreakupscene · 9 months

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𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐄.

tom holland! peter parker x reader

-> so uh basically flash makes fun of peter and is like "embarassinggg 😳!!" so he runs out the cafeteria like a disney channel character but u comfort him l8r so it's okay

-> wrote this while i was in sugarland texas!! it was so much fun :3 n e ways im so hungry (　；∀；) and i want a fruit smoothie

"peter look! there they are!" ned pointed, hinting peter towards your presence at the table across from theirs.

"shh! keep your voice down, what if they hear you?" peter said, shoving ned's arm down.

"they probably heard you already." mj rolled her eyes.

"no way, we're pretty far. . . right?" he asks, half rhetorical and half serious. mj ignores it and ned laughs. "don't worry pete! I'm sure they love you already, you just don't know it_!"

peter lays his head down on his arm and absentmindedly stares at you, you were talking with your friends sitting at a semi occupied table, hand swirling around a straw that was inside your chocolate milk carton. there was only one person he recognized sitting next to you and it was flash.

"penis parker! something you wanna say to us or what?"

speaking of flash, peter's lovestruck face falters and is replaced with a confused one. he noticed that each and every one of the people in your small friend group were staring at him, including you. his face immediately flushes as you both make eye contact.

"is he gonna say anything?" one of your friends mentions to you.

"how about you leave us alone, flash, he's not hurting you." mj defends, frankly tired of flash's behavior over the years.

"exactly, it's not even you he's staring at!" ned attempts to defend. peter and mj really don't know how to respond to that other than a shocked and 'oh my god i can't believe you just said that what the hell ned' look.

the table collectively goes 'oooo' [ aside from you ] in a childlike manner, which embarrasses him even further. he wanted nothing more than to crawl underground and become one with the moles and dirt.

flash whistles, "damn then, who were you staring at." he eyes you, in which you glare at him, a silent message for him to not say what he's about to say.

"i think i know who it is, but you gotta help me out here man, who's got your—"

"flash shut up." you say, in a light tone, but stern enough for him to know that you were actually kind of serious.

"that confirmed it." he jokes, no one really paying attention to him anymore.

you shoot peter an apologetic look and he stares back at you, an unanalyzable expression painting his face. your group continues to discuss miscellaneous topics as his exponentially smaller trio try to comfort him. you save him the embarrassment by not sparing him any glances.

"it wasn't that bad of an interaction! at least they defended you."

"ned! it was your fault this happened in the first place!"

"nuh uh."

"it's okay guys, not that big of a deal." peter brushed off, "gonna do the restroom really quick, yeah." they look at him unconvinced but inevitably let him go. he sits outside the restroom near a water fountain.

embarrassing, is all he found that interaction to be. he just needed to be alone for a bit. what pissed him off was that it was a joke, he wasn't supposed to take it this seriously. it was worse that he walked out of the cafeteria feeling and looking stupid, at least in his mind.

"hi."

he looks up; oh shit it's you.

"oh, uh, hey."

"sorry about. .you know. .flash."

"it's fine, nothing i'm not used to!" he laughs slightly, ignoring the fact that he is most definitely not used to flash's bullying just yet.

"well uh, whatcha' listening to?" you sit next to him on the floor.

"oh just, generic stuff, i guess, here." he hands you one of his earbuds, blush apparent on his face. you smile as you put in your ear as you guys share your different tastes in music, eventually spending your whole lunch period together.

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The Dragon's Keep (part 4)

*Finished*

Fire Lord Zuko x (Fem!) Reader

Part 1

Part 5

Masterlist

You are a firebender named Ayushi, who has been accepted to guard over the royal family. You end up guarding Zuko through his travels to visit the sun warriors. The mission, protecting the newest dragons, begins.

You let go of Zuko's arm and set your clothes down on your bag. "If you want me to find a different place to sleep, I can go to the ship. I'm sure the girls have room ov.."

"No, it's fine. I don't mind."

"Okay..." You trailed looking at your bag, not daring to turn around to look at him. "I'm sorry about grabbing you. Suki was just being a lot for me to handle. She knows how to get on my nerves." You walk back towards the door, still your eyes on the ground. "Thank you, Lord Zuko, for the clothes."

"Dont worry about it. We better get out there, or kiyi is going to be upset." He said simply.

"Zuzu! Yushi! Come look at the turtle ducks!" You followed Zuko around to a fountain. Kiyi was kneeled in front of the fountain with Ursa.

Zuko sat next to Ursa, and you sat next to Kiyi. The turtle ducks floated around, and Ursa handed food to Kiyi. Kiyi split the food and handed some to you. "Thank you, Kiyi." You spoke softly. Ursa handed some food to Zuko, too. Kiyi tossed some food at the turtle ducks she giggled at the turtle ducks swimming around. You smiled and giggled with her. She was such a cheerful child it was so infectious. You tossed some food to the turtle ducks. They bobbed around at the food.

"More food! More food!" kiyi smiled brightly, watching them. You laughed with pure joy. Zuko tossed the food he had, only causing more laughter from the girl. The turtle ducks eating was the funniest thing in the world to the young girl. Your gaze caught Zukos. His laugh was slowing. There was a moment in time that seemed to belong with you two. You have seen him with his sister this whole time, but something about the look in his eye was meaningful. It washed away any worries that he was upset about the walk back.

You pulled your eyes away, shifting them to Kiyi. "I want to play in the water!" She stood up and ran to the beach. The group followed her. You walked beside Ursa. She wrapped an arm around you and Zuko, guiding you both to the beach.

You sat down on a towel that was laid out. Zuko sat beside you on the other towel. "I'm going to go inside. I will see you both at lunch." Ursa called.

Ursa passed through the halls. She motioned to suki to follow her. "I saw it went to plan... It's a little better than I expected." Ursa smirked.

Suki peered out the window, seeing the pair talking and watching the girl play. "I didn't believe you when you told me he liked her, but ever since I had her guard near Kiyi's room, they have been inseparable."

"I'm his mother. I know when something is going on it that head. He just needed a push. Zuko is very shy. He grew up in the castle as the only boy." Ursa spoke quietly.

"Hua said Ayushi doesn't believe that he likes her." Suki looked up at Ursa.

"She will see it eventually. What were they doing when you found them at the shops?" She asked

"Walking out of the store. He was holding her hand. I got her to hold his arm." Suki answered, giggling.

Ursa chuckled. "Good girl." She pulled suki into a side hug.

"I can't believe you put them in the room together." Suki hugged her.

"That wasn't really my choice. I didn't think he was going to invite her as a guest. I'm not as good at guessing his next moves anymore. Iroh was supposed to be in that room. I had to do some rearranging."

"It worked out in your favor." Suki started to walk to the door. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, I think they have it from here." Ursa sat down on a chair in the room and opened a scroll to read.

The sun started to fall in the sky. You had gone back inside to get ready for the play. You put on an outfit that best fit for the occasion.

Zuko had entered the room. he was wearing his FireLord formal wear. It was a visit that was political, so he had to overdress for the occasion.

"I feel underdressed." You met his eyes.

"I brought you something." He pulled out a golden head peice. "You won't feel so underdressed."

"Zuko, I can't accept that. I'm not high-class. I can't wear such a statement."

"You're with the firelord. I would say that's high class." He sat you down on a chair, and zuko placed the headpiece on your hair. You looked in the mirror. Disapproval shot through your veins. Firenation Gold had never touched your body. It was foolish to see such a display on your head.

"Thank you, Lord Zuko." You spoke, not lifting your eyes from the gold in the reflection. Zuko believed you to be middle class from an honorable family, not high class, but this blew the smoke of lies into your face. Middle-class families would wear a smaller peice on the most important days. You had never been close enough to touch one, much less wear one.

You stood up. Zuko could see the sadness in your eyes. He moved his hand to reach for you.

"Come on, kids." Ursa called. Zuko walked out of the room, unsure of what he had done to upset you. He thought you would be happy to have something that spoke highly of yourself.

You took one last look at the decoration on your top knot before walking out of the room.

"Ayushi, you look beautiful. Come follow Zuko. You two will be going in together at the play." Ursa held your shoulder, guiding you to the carriage. Zuko had told his mother , after lunch, you would be coming. She had already made the arrangements, assuming you would be there.

You sat silently in the carriage. You placed a smile across your lips that didn't reach your eyes. Zuko sat beside you. The ride to the theater was quiet. You watched the trees pass by. They eventually turned into crowds of people that surrounded the theater.

A servant opened the door, and zuko got out, extending his arm to help you. You took it, and he guided your hand to his arm to hold it as crowds surrounded. Seeing the Firelord with you, they saw royalty, you saw lies surrounding you. The higher end of middle class family's looked as if they were holding mirrors to you. A small poor girl covered in dirt looked at you through the mirror gleaming. The girl was you. You should be happy that you have climbed the impossible latter, but the ground under it was unstable, built on top of lies.

You held the smile that was desperately trying to fall from your lips. Zuko led you into the royal room that overlooked the stage. The door shut behind you. You sat beside Zuko. You noticed the absence of other seats. You saw Iroh and Ursa sitting on another balcony.

"Thank you for coming with me. I'm sorry. I know that was a lot of attention and questions." He paused. "I actually wanted to come here in disguise, but my mother said it was best to be here in the public eye so I can be one with our people."

You were so caught up within your mind that you couldn't hear all the questions of who you were? Were you going to marry the Firelord?

"Lord Zuko, thank you for inviting me, but I feel like I shouldn't be here." Tears were threatening to surface. You were alone in the room. Guards were behind the door, but no one else was inside the walls.

"Of course you are. I invited you." He smiled in an attempt to calm you.

"Yes, but Lord Zuko... This is so much. I never would have imagined being here... with-with the Fire Lord." A tear slipped down your cheek. Your smile was long lost into sadness. "Lord Zuko, I have no honor. I was born into nothing."

"I know this is a contrast to middle class -" Zuko interrupted.

"No... Lord Zuko, my parents died of starvation during the final year of the war. I have no honor, I grew up in the streets until a middle-class family helped me to survive. They took pity on me. Your father took all the money from my little town and used it for war expenses. Then, he took our resources to fuel the soldiers. He was scraping everything we had to try to beat the Avatar. I do not belong here. I'm sorry, Lord Zuko. I lied to Suki to become a warrior so I could better my future generation, but posing as a royal with great honor that is too much." The tears rolled down your cheeks. You clutched onto your knees, and you held them close to your body, pulling them into the seat, trying to bring yourself comfort.

"I'm so sorry for what my father did to your parents." He wrapped an arm around you in the only way of comfort that he knew. He did just as his uncle and mother had done for him, Held you, and let the tears escape.

"You do have honor, you have risked your life to save others, you have chosen to do the right thing everytime I've seen you, you look after my little sister and comfort her when she is scared. Honor is something you choose. No one can give you your honor or take it away." Zuko spoke softly. "The times of war took many peoples lives, but it never took their honor. I don't care how much money your family had. You deserve to be here wearing the crown of royals."

The tears slowed. You wiped away the remaining tears from your cheeks. "Lord Zuko, I'm sorry for being a mess in front of you." You chuckled out. Zuko's arms relaxed but never fully pulled away.

"Zuko... just call me Zuko."

"Zuko." You said softly. His gaze was so intimate. Your eyes had connected into this bond. The acceptance was liberating. Everything felt so new. His strong arm around you, his golden eyes laying this gaze on yours, your eyes slipped down to his lips. How could you have been so blind at how incredible of a man he was? your hand touched his cheek. You met his eyes again. Music blared startling you. You pulled back as the curtains raised with the music.

"You were right, Ursa. This balcony is much better." Iroh watched as the performers started their performance.

"Did you see that, iroh?" Ursa mused at the couple in the royal balcony.

"Huh," he looked over to Zuko with his arm around you. "Oh my dear nephew. You were right, Ursa."

"Who's the wise one now?" She giggled at iroh.

Iroh chuckled deeply.

The play was just as terrible as Zuko had said. You laughed quietly with Zuko. The scene was of a young couple. dragons were surrounding them. they had tried to steal an egg. They stood surrounded and turned to each other, confessing their love for each other.

Zuko chuckled. "That's not how it happened in the scroll. Look at him he looks like he doesn't even want to kiss her."

"They are funny. Are you sure this isn't a comedy?" You laughed, being sure to speak quietly not to draw attention to the royal balcony.

"Definitely not a comedy." He laughed. "You know, my mother was an actress before she married my father."

"I'm sure she was better than this." You grinned.

Zuko still comfortably had his arm around you. "I'm sure she was, too."

The play ended. Zuko stood with you. He held the small of your back on the way back to the carriage. Your mind reeled, unclouded on the way back, hearing the questions of the people.

You ignored them to the best of your ability. You blushed as people referred to you as Zuko's girlfriend.

You sat in the carriage, Zuko sat next to you. "Did you like seeing the dragons?" Zuko chuckled.

"The papermache was an exact replica, I'm sure." You giggled out. It seemed so natural to be next to him and talking to him. Your emotions hit you like a ton of bricks. All of a sudden, the entire world seemed to be around you, holding you into this feeling of bliss. There was absolutely no way an incredible leader would feel any emotions towards you, but his hospitality and kindness were so enticing.

"I want to take you to see the real dragons." Zuko spoke softly.

"Yes, one day. You said you would take me when you could." You glanced out the window so nonchalant.

Zuko gently placed his hand over yours, gaining your full attention. "We can go tonight. Come with me."

"Zuko... that's insane. You have responsibilities here."

"No, I will tell my uncle. He will cover for me. I can take you to see them." He reached for your other hand.

"We can't just leave, Zuko." You tried to reason with him.

"Yes, we can. It's not going to be the first time I've traveled alone."

"Okay." You agreed. "So I get to meet the dragons?" Your eyes filled with delight.

"Yes." Zuko answered.

You wrapped your arms around him. "You're the best! Zuko, can you believe it. I'm gonna see dragons." Your hug was tight and full of happiness.

He wrapped his arms around you. "You have to not tell anyone. we are going to sneak out tonight, but you have to stay quiet. You can't tell anyone. I will tell my uncle before we leave."

You nodded your head excitedly. "Okay." Against your better judgment, you agreed to his plan.

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☀︎ 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝'𝐞𝐚𝐮 | 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

❥︎ - ; x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ 💛

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ( ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴛ- ).

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

Have you ever looked at someone, and feel as if they're the one for you? The person who will spend the rest of their lives with you; the one who will cherish and love you forever? As if you've known that such things are bound to happen in one way or another.

You would never know what 'love' truly is, if you hadn't ever met him. Indeed, he has successfully captivated your very own heart with such ease, changing your perspective on almost everything around you, even the tiniest things for the better.

Despite being the Crown Prince of Sanbreque himself, he still tries his best to spend all of his free time with you alone-- treating you in the exact way that you deserved to be treated, with full affection and care, as you mean the whole world to his very being.

He wouldn't trade it for anything else for sure.

It's also such a warm and an amazing feeling to experience for you both. Along with the fact that he could be himself-- a normal man, instead of a full-burdened royal prince everytime you're by his side. Dion has never felt this way towards anyone else in his life; except for you alone.

Eikons, he wanted to build your own shared, desired home in a simple countryside if he were able to someday, just to live a normal life with you without any disturbances.

Today is just one of those relaxing days. The two engaged lovers are simply having a light conversation with one another, despite it already being past midnight while walking around the palace.

There are less people that are even fully awake at this hour, so it's a big opportunity for the two of you to spend your time together.

A small kiss was being placed on your nose, which elicited a quiet giggle out from you while scrunching up your nose playfully. You both stopped walking momentarily once you two reached outside-- near the pathway that leads to the main gardens of the palace.

You moved your gaze upwards to the darkening, clear skies in admiration. You've always loved this time of the day, as the sky will be full of tiny lights of the stars, and the moon shining brightly on its own as well.

"The stars are definitely in their rightful places," Dion suddenly spoke, breaking the calming silence that's been surrounding around the both of you. "It is simply perfect."

He whispered at the end of his sentence, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear tenderly. His beloved sweetheart merely nodded in agreement at his statement-- placing your head on his chest while his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the process.

The both of you have truly found solace in each other; feeling complete trust and deep affection towards one another.

"Don't you think we should try to get some rest for tomorrow?" You suggested with a small grin, now just taking notice of how you both have arrived at the garden area. The crown prince shook his head slightly; a small smirk was plastered on his handsome features.

"Well, do you want to rest right now, mon ange?" Dion questions back, as if knowing full-well on what your answer would be. When your response is a simple 'no', he places a loving kiss on your temple, continuing your way further through the garden until you've reached the beautifully designed water fountain at the center of it.

The water of the fountain flowed ever so gently; so calmly that such tranquility could ease a person's very own troubled mind.

The both of you have decided to take a seat on one of the benches nearby. Truly, it's a perfect spot for the both of you to rest for a while, with no one around to possibly bother the pair of you.

"This spot-- this exact place reminds me of you so much." Dion gazes into your eyes fondly; a loving smile playing on his lips as the memories begin to flash past his mind. "It seems so long now, isn't it? It feels as if the events just happened yesterday, honestly."

You, his darling, merely let out a giggle, agreeing with his words while bringing one of your hands to his cheek-- staring into his golden amber eyes with such adoration. The crown prince could've sworn that he could feel his heart melting and beating rapidly; his face even beginning to heat up slightly by the mere sight of you doing so.

"It was one of the most unforgettable days of my life," he added dreamily, the smile not leaving his face even for a second. Closing his eyes briefly, Dion lets out a soft sigh while moving his gaze to the water fountain.

"I can still remember the sweet smile that you gave me that day; I've never forgotten it since."

An amused chuckle was emitted from your lips as you blushed faintly. "Your memory is quite vivid, I must say.."

The golden blonde-haired prince grins at you statement, grabbing ahold of your hands with his own.

"That is for sure. I've always thought about how beautiful you are, from the day my eyes landed upon you. The look in your eyes has been engraved inside my very own memory ever since. The beauty you've possessed-- holding my own heart captive, and I forever wouldn't mind of that."

His fingertips moved underneath your chin tenderly, gazing straight into your eyes with such sincerity in them. "It's so unique-- enchanting to behold, even. You make me feel alive, and I forever will be grateful for that."

And oh, dear Eikons, what have you done to deserve someone like him?

Stuck in your own thoughts, only to be snapped out of it when Dion now grasps onto both of your hands, tightening his grip ever so slightly, causing your face to go pink at his gentle actions-- feeling touched by his words as well.

The loving smile that was directed towards you at that exact moment is enough to make you feel butterflies within your stomach; your heart fluttering as well. The sounds coming from the water fountain and the night crickets didn't bother you at all, as your focus is on your sole darling prince alone.

Their eyes even glistened underneath the moonlight itself, clearly mesmerized by each other's presence.

Dion could feel his heart racing as the quietness remained in the air for a few more moments; your gaze moved upwards to the starry sky above once again. He takes his time to observe you silently, yet his mind made several silent vows for you alone.

You got pulled out from your own musings by the moment your beloved prince spoke-- breaking the serenity of the night.

"May I kiss you?" You stared at him, dumbfounded for a few seconds upon his question, before an embarrassed smile is formed on your lips.

"I-- Of course you may.." His lune answered ever so softly, being caught off guard by his sudden request. "You know, you didn't need to ask--"

He didn't even let you finish your sentence as he began to lean forward, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss; his hands cupping your cheeks at this very moment. Your hearts beat together in sync, filling your own souls with joy and pure love towards one another. Dion held you so close-- savoring every passing second that he shared with his sole light of his life.

The whole feeling is so heavenly to him, in all honesty.

As soon as you two slowly parted for air, a gasp escaped from your lips once you felt him trailing his soft lips down your jawline, and then onto your neck. Oh dear Eikons-- you tried your best to suppress the noises from escaping by slightly biting down on your lips.

Though, it fails as the tiniest bit of sound-- your whimper, managed to be heard by your soleil prince himself. Just by the mere sound of it is enough to make his lips turn into a rather satisfied smirk, fully knowing that he has succeeded in getting you to react this way to him, and fully aware that only he can do that to you.

A small gasp was elicited once more when he nibbled on the skin of your neck a bit– kissing the tip of your nose after.

"Are you alright?" Dion asks worriedly, separating himself from you once he notices how your breathing became slightly erratic; your eyes now glued at the water fountain, nodding in a flustered manner from his actions earlier.

Sighing in relief, he then stood up and lifted you up in a bridal style-- his golden amber eyes twinkled mischievously down at you, while a triumphant grin was visible on his features at the sight of your reddened expression.

"Dion, put me down-!" You demanded while burying your face on his chest, trying your best to hide your completely flustered expression from view. The royal prince simply chuckled in delight at this.

"No way, love, you can't escape me easily." He teases jokingly as you struggled out of his arms a little, your face growing increasingly hotter. Dion ignored your protests for a while; eventually putting you down, still somewhere nearby the water fountain.

You would've smacked him for being dramatic from doing so, but you know that you won't. You find him way too endearing and sweet for you to be able to do something as such.

Lowering his head slowly towards yours, he plants a soft, feather light kiss on the crown of your head. A pleased smirk creeps up to his lips once you sent him a small, yet warm smile.

"Mon trésor.." He murmured out with deep fondness lacing his tone, feeling your breath caught up in your throat as he began to kneel in front of you-- resting his head on your lap while his arms encircled around you.

It's as if he's worshipping and treating you like a goddess/god itself; showering you with whispery praises lovingly, while his golden amber eyes stares into yours, drinking the sight of you in.

No amount of words can express how much you love the man in front of you. The look in your eyes whenever you gaze upon him definitely explains everything.

You lifted your hand to his soft hair, brushing your fingers through his golden locks. A contented sigh was emitted from him by your gentle actions, temporarily closing his eyes to relax himself completely by your touch alone.

"I love you so, so much.." He murmured almost quietly, gradually opening his eyes to gaze into your own eyes lovingly; to which you held onto the eye contact with a tender smile playing on your lips.

"No matter where life takes us, I will always be here with you." Dion brushes some strands of hair away from his darling's face– smiling adoringly while cupping your cheeks.

"Forever and always."

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

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