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#im gonna write something for sleeping prince form one of these days
courtofmatchups · 6 months
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This is such a good idea omg!! May I get a Match Up?
My Name is Maia and i go by she/her! Im about 5"4 which is pretty ordinary id say. I have green eyes and dye my hair alot as a form of self expression! I'm very artistic and draw or paint alot. I also write! I own 2 cats which tend to sleep on me or in my bed when I sleep. I think my friends would say I'm pretty energetic but I know when to stop kinda?? 🤷‍♀️ Theres nothing that I love more than making others feel safe and guarded. I also enjoy dancing, baking, cooking and singing! I also very much enjoy gardening and caring for plants or animals. I am an ENTP, meaning im really extroverted but I still have times in which I just want to sit back and let others do the talk. I get exhausted from public situations sometimes. I absolutely hate rude people, like the ones that are rude without a reason. I could break their bose each time someone talks to me or my friends like that. M favorite thing about myself is that I know how to communicate. It was hard acquiring that, since I have some childhood trauma in the bag. Meaning I start tearing up whenever someone I love might start talking to me in a pissed way or in a way that tells me were arguing because i usually avoid arguments within family or with loved ones. I tend to look out for others alot and i try to balance that by doing self care every now and then! I also value my sleep alot but sometimes I catch myself reading until late at night. I can be very crackheaded when with people I love but only if I feel extremely comfortable with them. When In a bad mood, I can get very snappy but that rarely happens because of me not wanting to gurt the people im around. I also enjoy the sun alot but I rarely go out. I just sit at my desk, starring at my phone like:
"Someone please.. Someone please call me and ask me to do something!"
So im not someone who initiates that by herself. I am definetly really touch starved and cuddling with people helps me relax alot. Sometimes, I tend to bite them. Idk why bro the urge is just there?? I love going shopping and treating myself more than anything but I have pretty faked self confidence. I try to keep it up around people but sometimes its just hard to not be self conscious about everything you do or how you look. I also have major back problems due to the size of my chest and the weight it puts onto my back💀 My favorite colors are pink and light blue or pastels! I either dress very romantically or like a full on lingerie model no inbetween. I also really value it when people communicate their emotions to me and I love helping them learn how to since it's really important!
Have a nice day and drink enough <3
It seems to me you've captured the heart of...
The Clement Prince
Aquia Avari!
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(A/N sorry this took so long. Uni was kicking my ass 💀)
If there is one thing this sweet, soft-spoken man loves about you, it's your energy, and how you express yourself. And the fact that you know when to reign it in makes you all the more appealing to him. And when he learns that you're artistic, you have a green thumb, and the fact that you love animals, the ball just starts to roll. Your relationship starts with the two of you bonding over your love for gardening. And once he feels like he can trust you (trust me, with your personality, that won't take long), he's gonna invite you over to his secret balcony. He loves to listen to you talk about your interests, and he also appreciates that you like to hear him talk about his. What's this? You're protective too?
"How is this person so... Wonderful??" - Aquia Avari
Aquia does his best not to overstep any boundaries, and if he does, he'd appreciate it when you tell him about it. He knows just as well as you do that communication is important in any relationship. If you ever bring up your childhood trauma, he can't help but feel sorry for you, but also proud. It takes a lot of strength to grow around it, and don't even get me started on practicing not taking any shit from others.
Cuddles! Aquia would absolutely love cuddles with you. You may take him by surprise if you do nibble on him, but when you tell him that's just a way you like to show affection, he can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A long day of lectures had come to a close, and Aquia walked with you to his balcony. His plants look a little dehydrated, but it's nothing some water cannot fix. You offered to help him water them. He taught you the proper watering techniques for his plants (let's be real, most of these plants don't even exist on Earth). Meanwhile Mel and your two cats are playing (assuming hamsters aren't part of their diet)
A: "Ah, I just remembered! Maia, I aquired some Avarian Ale. Shall we have a drink?"
M: "Awesome! What's the occasion?"
A: "It's nothing in particular. I just wanted to share a drink with you. That's what paramours do, is it not?"
M: "You're not wrong there, hehe"
After a few drinks, the two of you sat there talking to each other, enjoying each others company. At one point, you asked Aquia to hold still, as you wanted to draw him. You've drawn him a few times before, but the surge of pure joy he gets when you draw him never dies down. You finished the sketch about an hour later, and presented it to him. Was he always this handsome to you? He couldn't help but preen a little.
Neither of you realized how late it got. Aquia noticed you were shivering a little from the cold so he draped his jacket over you and led you inside. He asked you if you wanted to cuddle as you entered the building.
M: "I thought you'd never ask"
Aquia led you to the sofa with his arm around your waist. He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you closer. And you happily nuzzled into him, and gave him some nibbles on his cheek. And there you stayed, eventually falling asleep in each other's embrace.
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ahatintimepieces · 3 years
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hewwo i love seeing you in my notes and i love reading all the tags you leave, thank you for all the nice feedback!! also, please give me some of your favorite ahit headcanons, id live to hear em and im assuming youd like to share?
awwww thank you uwu I’m so glad! Your art is wonderful and your style is very soft and gentle, it always makes me smile and want to hug the characters!
And ooooo I’d love to! Right now, my favorite headcanons are anything about Snatcher involuntarily/unwittingly taking his prince form. So if he’s being Dad and accidentally shifts while taking care of one of the kiddos and freaks out because oh no he’s Feeling, I basically melt, it’s so sweet. Also thinking about the headcanon where he shifts back into the prince every time he sleeps and has no idea this happens and by the time he wakes up he’s back to noodle form.
Also! This one’s thanks to you but the idea that Snatcher/Prince maybe really likes to receive flowers as gifts is... so soft? I love that, like imagining the prince getting such a huge smile whenever the village kids brought him wildflowers they found or if Vanessa ever gave him flowers as a gift. And then that carrying over to Snatcher and maybe the subconites will occasionally bring him flowers they find--which like, makes me extra soft because imagine ruling over a dead forest and the souls of children and they bring you flowers that are growing and that proves something can still grow here where everything had perished too soon and too fast; how special that is, then, that something can still grow--and then of course if Hat brings him a bouquet like in your art and he keeps it and tends to it just is so so sweet, I love it.
This got a little long but I hope they’re along the lines of what you’re looking for :D Thanks so much for asking!
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mxchellesworld · 3 years
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Get with me
spencer reid x reader
synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 
warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise
pt 2 of ysbuwybf
a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)
hope you enjoy!
*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do
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If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 
Your period was late. 
Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 
However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 
Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 
For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 
For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 
Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 
In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 
The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 
If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 
Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 
“Hello?” 
You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”
“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 
“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 
You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 
“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 
“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 
With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 
“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 
“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 
He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 
Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 
“Yeah go ahead.”
“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”
Pot meet kettle, you thought. 
“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 
You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”
“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 
Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 
You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 
“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 
You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 
“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 
Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 
You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.
He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 
“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”
“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 
“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 
“Did you wanna be?”
“What?”
“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 
You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”
With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 
You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 
“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 
“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 
He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 
You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 
“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 
Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 
With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 
After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 
“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”
All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 
“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 
This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 
“Oh god Spence!” 
A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 
“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 
He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 
He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 
“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 
“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 
“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 
“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 
a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!
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saltyboyz · 3 years
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What a Feeling // HHJ
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pairing: idol! hyunjin x female!reader
genre:  childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angsty?, pining.
prompt: Hyunjin has been in love with the same person for over a decade now, when will you give him the chance? 
word count: 3,256
a/n: i wrote the ending before before writing the beginning or middle so if it doesn’t make sense i’m sorry! this was shorter than i wanted it bc i kept getting discouraged :/ hope you like it, feel free to give me feedback/tips !! photos used aren’t mine, i’m not taking credit for them.
song inspo: what a feeling by one direction
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Hyunjin makes his first attempt at asking you out in your last year of middle school. Actually, he asks his friend to ask you out for him. With an established reputation as the prince of the school, he can do something like this and people wouldn’t question it. But Hyunjin is far too beautiful, too kind, too perfect for someone like you, so you reject the offer.
The second try comes in your 2nd year of high school. This time, he confesses his feelings for you anonymously through a letter and leaves it in your locker. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend had just broken up with you and when you come across the letter, you throw it away, assuming it was from your ex. Hyunjin takes your silence as another rejection.
But he doesn’t give up. Even when he leaves to become a trainee and makes it big, he still thinks of you constantly. He still likes all your posts on social media and attempts to keep some form of what little friendship he had with you. At one point, he had gotten so courageous after 3 cups of iced americanos that he took a company phone and dialed your phone number. He went from being so sure he would have a nice conversation with you, ask you to go out with him to hanging up the phone the second you picked up. He didn’t hear the end of it from Changbin.
You thought the last day you saw him at school would be the end of it. He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to you because you hadn’t gone to school that day, exhausted from the recent breakup to even show up. And now that he was an idol, there was no chance of ever seeing him again especially after all these years. But the world, contrary to its size, was small.
The boys had been filming something for a variety show at a park when Hyunjin spotted you walking on a path across from them. He was sure he was hallucinating from the lack of sleep because there was no way your hair had gotten that long. He wasn’t even sure he remembered what you looked like 6 years later - you could’ve been anyone.
“You good?” Jisung’s voice brought him back to reality, eyes trailing away your walking figure to play it off as him just observing his surroundings. He nods in response and clears his throat, doing his best to get Jisung to believe his obvious lie. Once Jisung walks away - too tired himself to get another half assed answer - Hyunjin looks back up, following the trail you had been walking on but only catches a glimpse of your back before you disappear into the trees. He goes to bed early that night, soon after it hits 11:11 when he makes a wish to get a chance to see you again.
It takes a few weeks for Hyunjin to get his wish granted. He was beginning to give up, almost forgetting that he had even made a wish when his phone vibrates. The screen notifies him of a message from a friend from high school. In fact, a mutual friend and so happens to be the one who introduced you to him in the first place.
inhyuk: yeah im gonna miss you next week for my birthday again :(
He felt like a terrible friend. He can’t recall how many of his friends’ birthdays he’d missed out on since becoming an idol but he knew it was far too many to count with his fingers and toes combined. So instead of leaving, he stayed behind to speak to the managers and pleaded, begged on his knees to give him the weekend off for a trip home. He had even offered Jisung free lunch and dinner if he helped him beg.
Unfortunately for him, he would be buying double the food for the week. 
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Hyunjin felt like a kid in elementary school getting ready for his first day of classes again. He had gone to sleep early but not before picking an outfit for tomorrow. For whatever reason, he was more nervous than he had been on their debut stage - well, he knew the reason but didn’t want to admit that it was because you would possibly be there.
His clammy palms held his phone in one hand and a box wrapped in shiny “Happy Birthday” paper in the other as he made his way to Inhyuk’s house, about a 2 hour drive away from the dorm. Inhyuk almost burst into tears when he saw Hyunjin, not forgetting to comment on the blonde hair he now had and calling him Thor once or twice.
He was having such a good time that he almost forgot to look out for you, only noticing you weren’t there when someone mentioned your name.
“Yeah she should be here soon. I think she’s coming with Mia. Pray for her.”
This resulted in him whipping his head to the entrance whenever the door opened for someone, disappointment filling him when it was just Inhyuk’s friends or family. Until it was you walking through. He didn’t know what to do, not prepared for the moment to see you again and definitely not to talk to you again. He was sure all these years pining after you, he’d have more confidence to speak to you. But he stayed stuck to his chair, only half standing up to greet Mia with a half hug.
You gulped upon making eye contact with him, mostly starstruck by him but also some of it relating back to your memories with him that were probably long forgotten.
“Hi” his words were hushed, a tone that was reserved for when everyone was distracted by their own conversations and greetings. You didn’t even realize yourself inhaling sharply until he smiled at you and put a hand around your arm, meant to calm your nerves - something he used to do.
He was careful with you, giving you a proper hug, telling you it was nice to see you again but leaving out that he had missed you. He began a very causal conversation with you, wanting to hear what you had been up to because he was sure you already knew what he had done over the years, with or without the details.
“Oh so they’re there now?”
You nod, fingers twiddling together as you go on about how your parents went to New York for the new year celebration.
“Aw you’re going to be by yourself then?” He shifted in his seat, wondering if he had said too much and shown too much interest this early. He had no plan going in, wasn’t sure how he would get to talk to you alone, and wasn’t sure if whatever progress he was making now would even work and you’d be friends again by the end of the night.
Hyunjin was a confident man. He knew he was good looking and although could be shy, he preferred not to be, rather preferring to be nice and make friends wherever possible. But he found himself stuck at a crossing between wanting to be your friend and avoiding coming off too strong which is solely the only reason why his knees began turning inward. He was running out of conversation starters and because he knew you were more on the introverted spectrum, he only had himself to rely on.
“What about you?” You asked, already knowing he would probably have some schedule during the holidays. He confirms it with a story about how Changbin had come to be banned from the kitchen which now seemed to be a tradition at the dorm. This year was no different - Changbin would not make a second attempt to cook for the members no matter how sincere his actions.
When people began leaving, you looked to Mia who seemed overly involved in a conversation with an old friend. Hyunjin had left you to go talk to some of his own old friends and suddenly it looked like you were back in sophomore year homeroom. He was standing in the opposite corner, laughing far too loud for indoors while you were with your friends, gossiping about something.
“So, Ms. L/n, did I see you and Hwang talking again?” Eunbin wiggles her eyebrows, barely seen beneath the fringe.
“I haven’t seen him since he left school.” You recall your last interaction with him, a few days before he left. For whatever reason you both had stayed after school and he showed up with snacks, placing a bottle of chocolate milk right beside you before sitting down on the stairs, a row beneath you so he could face you perfectly. You and him had never been best friends, more so just good friends so thinking back on this, you realize how awkward it must have been. But you cant really remember what you even did together.
“Please tell me he’s available.”
But you think about it. How ideal could it be? - dating an idol. He’d never have time for love, especially right now. And not to mention whoever the lucky person was would not feel lucky under the hate radar from fake fans. Was it selfish of you to imagine yourself reading threatening comments?
“Probably” you say just above a whisper but everyone hears you.
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Hyunjin finds you on social media and you have to think really hard about accepting the follow request thinking about how dumb someone had to be to use THE Hwang Hyunjin as a catfish profile. And then you thought about how dumb you were for accepting it.
He caught up with you over the weeks in more detail, offered to go on lunch dates with you - all innocent things that ended behind hidden walls, away from peering eyes and hateful comments. Days you wouldn’t question that someone wanted something more from you. Until the day it did.
“Don’t you think he’s taking advantage of how nice you are? What if he’s playing you so he can break your heart and write a song about it?”
Your sister wasn’t the smartest of people but still, your confusion had set in far too deep and you began thinking what Hyunjin’s intentions with you were. Everyone was aware of the high school crush he had on you and you recently found out that the letter you got on the day you got dumped was from him. He had told you so himself, cheeks turning as red as the gloves on your hands.
“I thought you knew.” He had said, looking at the lights above him, the cars outside of the cafe windows, anywhere but at you.
Hyunjin using you to write a breakup song about you was not anywhere in mind but rather him bringing your hopes up. Maybe he was getting revenge for the back to back rejections he faced back in school. But how evil was Hyunjin really if at all?
You hesitate to accept his offer of buying you hot chocolate as tempting as it sounds - as tempting as being with Hyunjin sounds. To say you grew fond of him, similar to how you about him in high school, was an understatement. Being with Hyunjin now felt different. You ran the risk of being seeing with him and that alone gave you a type of rush that you had never felt before. But perhaps you were confusing that for the creeping crush on him. And the realization that Hyunjin could be more than just an old friend catching up with you hits extremely hard.
While he’s smiling at you from across the table, recalling a story about Felix and Seungmin arguing, you’re staring off into space and he knows well enough something is wrong. But he lingers a bit and opts out of asking you if you’re okay. He’s selfish and wants the night to end right. On his account.
“Can I be honest with you?”
This makes you perk your head up, your attention on him while wondering what he could be willing to tell you when he has 7 people more important than you to tell first. Your head nods slowly, somewhat scared of whats going to come out of his mouth. His eyes look at you teasingly.
“You know how I feel about you right? How I like you?” He says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And while that is partly true, its extremely hard to believe, even now- especially now.
“Back in high school yea-“
“No. Now, still.” When you don’t respond, he continues. “I don’t think I’ve liked anyone since you.”
The cafe gets quiet, like its mocking you and forcing you to hear your own thoughts and the rapid beating of your heart that you can’t seem to stop - that Hyunjin seems to be responsible for.
“Hyunjin I- This probably isn’t the best decision for you.”
You sound like his mother, telling him what’s best for him and it annoys him. But he can’t hate you, not when you’re sitting there in front of him being actually concerned for him and not jumping at the idea of dating a famous idol the way any other girl probably would have. You have second thoughts about this in your words but somehow it relieves Hyunjin, makes him feel even more secure.
After a few minutes of silence and avoided eye contact, Hyunjin rises from his seat in the booth and scoots out, holding a hand out to you to grab. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
You both arrive at a building, weaving through a few people to get to the elevator before settling on a bench on the rooftop. It’s quiet for a while longer, both of you watching people who have been reduced to the size of hamsters from your view before he turns to you.
“One date” he says, a long finger held up to your face as his eyes do most of the work, pleading you.
Hyunjin was a dream. Your days with him had been random and started extremely sudden but not once did you regret one. He showed that he cared about you - though you had yet to convince your low self-esteem - and he proved that he was still his kind-hearted, humble self that you learned and liked in your shared school days with him. Being with Hyunjin was an honor, one you didn’t want to ruin which is why you found yourself starting to reject his 3rd and last confession.
“One date? Hyunjin,” you scoff, “do you even have time for dating? Aren’t you super busy? You’re about to release new music I don’t think-“
The finger of his is now pressed up against your lips, cutting you off before you can state the facts.
“Yes” he confirms everything you were thinking. “We are about to have a comeback but I am willing to make time for you if you’d let me. So please let me.”
His lips purse and his teeth grab a hold of the skin in his mouth, dreading the idea of you rejecting yet another time. Quite possibly the last time as he promised himself he wouldn’t chase you any longer if this ended in him going home alone.
There were many reasons for you to avoid dating an idol, especially one that looks like Hwang Hyunjin. You were sure you’d be dead meat if anyone caught and exposed you to the public. The things you’d have to face just didn’t sound worth it to you. But also with his everyday rising fame, you wouldn’t even get time with him, at least not in the way that made sense. Although some did make it work, you weren’t them and wouldn’t know how. But staring at Hyunjin now, the boy who’s had an everlasting crush on you since middle school, his sparkling eyes alone seemed to make all the cons disappear.
“You really like me? Like actually?”
His eyes rolled back, only the whites visible for a few seconds before his hands flew in the air like he was a kid about to throw a tantrum. “Yes, y/n, I like you. A lot.” His hands moved from his sides to cup the side of your face, forcing your roaming eyes to look at him. “I think I might even be in love with you, okay?”
You’re sure thats what did it. The confirmation that the most beautiful person on the entire planet wanted you and no one else - as if the decade of him trying to get you wasn’t evidence enough. And you knew for sure it wasn’t pity agreeing to go on a date with him. It wasn’t curiosity either. It was your heart beating so hard, you were sure he would have heard it if the cars driving by weren’t making so much noise. It was your eyes being able to look straight into his and not anxiously look away, it was the warmth of him radiating off onto your own body when he’d hold you or be near you. It was the feeling safe with him even when you were in public.
The realization that maybe all this time you too liked him but never believed it enough to make those feelings shine through. The average person would have - should have - given up at this point but Hyunjin didn’t.
“Okay.” It was the softest you’ve ever spoken but you don’t even know if he heard you because his eyebrows furrowed together, head tilting in a questioning manner.
“I’ll go on a date with you.”
He kept his gaze on you as his thumb padded across your cheekbone. “Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
The white fog from your mouth began mixing with the one coming from his own the more he leaned in towards you. It was the middle of winter and somehow, he managed to make you feel like you could go out during a snow storm with no jacket - though you wouldn’t actually try it - but it was amazing how much he could heat you up. You were grateful for the dim lamps otherwise he’d see how your cheeks had been coated with red blush. Or maybe he did see it and that’s what he had been stroking with his fingers.
“Thank you.”
2 simple words come out of his mouth yet you’re left there wondering what they mean. What could you have possibly done to get him to thank you?
“I’ll text you. Go inside, it’s cold.”
His lips are right in front of yours and you think he’s going to kiss you but instead they reach up and make contact with the exposed skin on your forehead. Its a long, powerful kiss, one you secretly wished was to your lips instead but this will do for now.
“Wait. I have one condition” your voice vibrates against him. He hums.
“I’ll go on a date with you if we can go on a second one.”
You’ve seen Hyunjin through various moods. Upset, sad, and happy but the way his face lights up now is once you’ve never seen in person before. His eyes are soft and his lip is curled up to the left in a failed attempt to not laugh. When his eyes turn into those famous half moon shapes, you can’t help but smile either, only scrunching up your nose when you realize how cheesy that was.
“I can promise you that.”
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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Chapter 3
Gwilym!Prince Charming x Reader
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Summary: After losing your parents, your step-family makes your life impossible. That is, until Prince Gwilym holds a ball. It’s your one chance for everything to change. 
Word Count: 2.8k (sorry it’s short)
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this update! 
Warning(s): Mild descriptions of abuse
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Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2
Chapter 3 here we go!!!
Eleanor and Miranda were immediately all aflutter, speaking so much and so rapidly that if you hadn’t been standing beside them, you would not have believed it was only two people making so much noise. You couldn’t keep track of who was saying what. 
“A ball?!”
“What for?”
“Who’s going to be there?”
“Is it a special invitation?”
“Will the prince be there?”
“Oh, do say the prince will be there!”
Your own mind was spinning with similar questions. But there was one at the forefront.
“Silence!” Frank interrupted harshly. “The invitation says the whole town has been invited - upon the prince’s request - to attend the ball in honor of his birthday. The king added that he hopes any and all eligible maidens will attend, as the prince is ready to marry.”
“Marry!” gasped Eleanor. 
“You mean - he’s really looking for his wife?!” added Miranda. 
“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for,” he said. “This could be the chance for you, my daughters, to prove your worth. One of you must win his heart.”
You saw your step sisters deflate at their father’s words. Your heart was moved with pity. But, there was still something you had to ask.
“May I go to the ball?” you blurted out. 
Frank’s eyes widened when he looked at you, as if realizing only just now that you were present. Clearly, he had not meant for you to hear. 
“You?” Eleanor sneered. “A servant?”
The sympathy you felt a moment ago evaporated. 
“It says any and all eligible maidens,” you reminded them. “That applies to me. And it is the king’s wishes. The king’s wishes are as good as orders, don’t you think?”
You kept your tone even and cool, fearful Frank might mistake your suggestion for impudence. But you knew better than to outright question him again. 
“Father, you can’t -” Miranda began, but Frank held up a hand to stop her. 
He smiled at you in such a sinister way it sent a chill down your spine.
“Certainly, Y/N, you may attend the ball,” he said.
You blinked, honestly shocked that you had persuaded him. He kept his hand in the air when his daughters tried to protest again.
“If you get your chores done,” he said. 
You beamed. “Oh, I will!”
“And,” he said, making you hesitate. “If you can find something suitable to wear.” 
“I will, sir,” you assured him. “Thank you so much!”
You hurried away to finish your chores for the day. Frank watched you go, a scowl forming across his lips. 
“Father, you don’t really mean she can go to the ball, do you?” asked Eleanor. 
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Frank spat. “Of course she isn’t going.”
“Then why did you -”
“Don’t worry about her!” he cut across Miranda harshly. “Her attendance is conditional, and don’t forget, I set the conditions.”
He grinned to himself as his daughters exchanged worried looks. 
Before you went to bed that night, you went to your mother’s old room. Frank had left it untouched since her death. Her wardrobe was large and varied, so you knew you would be able to find something in there to wear to the ball. You scanned through the gowns, trying to decide on a color. A soft pink caught your eye, so you reached for it. You pulled it free from the rack and held it up, examining for any flaws. Technically speaking, there were none. It was just out of date.
“So much for that idea,” you sighed.
You started to hang it up again, but stopped. You could sew. You altered dresses for your step sisters all the time. Surely you could make some adjustments to this gown and look good enough for the ball. You looked over it once more, noting to yourself all that you could reasonably do within the next 24 hours. You bit your lip. You would need more time than that.
The clock in the hall chimed. You would have to get up in a few hours to do your daily chores. A rash idea came to you - stay up through the night and fix the dress, do your chores quickly, and get a short nap before going to the ball. You could miss dinner if necessary. Through a yawn, you nodded. 
Taking the dress to your room, you started in for the night. 
***
Gwilym awoke the morning of the ball feeling light and excited. He had interacted with a few people from the town before, but nothing to this degree. He wanted to truly get to know his people, and be a better leader to them. His father was right about things changing - Gwilym wanted to be more of a servant to his people than a sovereign. 
He went down to breakfast, joining his father and his friends. The younger men were reading letters from home, while the king was signing some documents. 
“Good morning,” Gwiylm greeted cheerfully as he took his seat. 
The butler placed a plate in front of him while a footman loaded it with food. 
“You’re awfully chipper,” the king said. “I hope that means you’re ready for your ball.”
“I am,” Gwilym assured him. “This is the most exciting birthday I’ve ever had.”
Suddenly, Rami choked on the bite of food he was eating. Gwilym reached over and clapped him on the back, while Rami cleared his throat and took a sip of tea. Through watery eyes, he offered an apologetic glance around the table. 
“Good news from your wife?” Ben wondered. “Or is it…”
Rami shook his head. “No, it’s good. She...she’s still pregnant.”
“Alright!” Ben cried excitedly. 
“That’s fantastic!” Gwilym agreed. 
Both of them knew that Rami and his wife had been struggling to keep a pregnancy. It concerned them both so much, they had a doctor examine them for any problems. The queen required a small surgical procedure, after which there were supposed to be no problems. Rami even hesitated coming to Gwilym’s party in case they got bad news again, but his wife insisted he go. Now, he sniffled as he looked at the letter.
“She made it past three months,” he explained. “The doctor said that’s a sign the baby should make it.”
“That’s wonderful, Ram,” Ben said. “Really, being a dad is the best, you’re gonna love it!”
“I hope it’s a strapping young boy,” the king interjected. “Should remind your people that you’re a king now.”
Rami chuckled. “They can keep calling me Prince Rami, I don’t mind. And as for the baby...boy or girl, as long as they’re happy and healthy I couldn’t care less.”
 Gwilym looked at the king, who seemed to be softening. Then the latter met his own son’s gaze.
“You see, Gwil?” the king asked. “The joys of marriage?”
“I do,” Gwilym replied. “But part of that joy is because Rami loves his wife so much.”
“You really aren’t going to let this love thing go, are you?” the king asked, defeated.
Gwilym shook his head. “Not a chance.” He looked at his friend. “Congratulations, Rami. That’s great news.”
“Thanks, Gwil,” he replied.
“Yes, all health and good fortune to your wife,” the king added. 
“Thank you,” Rami answered. 
They continued breakfast, and Ben told Rami all the great parts of fatherhood that he had to look forward to. And for the first time, Gwilym did feel a pang of jealousy at the happiness of his friends. He seemed resistant to his father, but all he wanted was a partner like Ben and Rami had found for themselves. He hoped beyond reason that whoever was meant for him would appear tonight. And then he could say to his father and everyone else - “At last, I’ve found her!”
***
By some miracle, you had finished your dress before breakfast. You stood up through a yawn and went to help Elsie get breakfast ready. You’d probably kick yourself later, but it was worth it. The dress was beautiful, and looked like the style you’d need for the ball. 
A pleasant surprise came when Frank told you he and the girls would be going to town today to shop for new gowns for them to wear. You nodded, and assured him everything would be done by the time they returned. Once they were gone, Elsie came over to you. 
“Y/N, my dear, go up to bed,” she said. “Robert and I can handle the chores.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, yawning again. “I can help, I really don’t mind.”
“We’re sure,” she said. “Go on and get some sleep. Tonight could be the most magical night of your life. Don’t spoil it by being tired.”
You agreed and shuffled back to the servant’s quarters. You crawled into your bed and shut your heavy eyelids, dreaming of the joys the ball would bring. You dreamt of music, dancing, your gown, and the face of Gwilym. Perhaps he would be there, and he could see you at your best. 
Your eyes snapped open. Gwilym was having a ball according to his friends. There were people coming from all over. Could it be that he was the prince, and was inviting the townspeople to his birthday? How had you not put it together before? Gwilym was the prince!
Your heart sank. If that was the case, you had to give up any hope of him. A prince could not be with a servant. Even if by birth you were a gentleman’s daughter, you no longer held that place. Frank had robbed you of it. Gwilym was out of your reach. 
You fell asleep despite your heart breaking at the thought of not being enough. You were just too tired. You slept just a couple hours before Elsie came to wake you. You would need some time to appear fresh when Frank got home. 
The girls demanded your help in getting ready, and you obliged. They ordered you around to pick up their sashes and necklaces and ear bobs and petticoats - just to find the perfect look for the evening. You even helped them put on some rouge and style their hair. They looked beautiful. But, you knew what they were like on the inside. You wondered if Gwilym would have the chance to meet them. And if he did, would he see their true nature?
The ball was set to begin at eight o’clock. Your step sisters were ready by seven, so they had time to have dinner before leaving. While they ate, you went up to get ready. Elsie helped you into your dress, but you did your own hair. You pinned it back, away from your face, the way your mother always liked it. You admired yourself in the mirror a moment. A jolt of nerves went through you. You still didn’t look like your step sisters. How would you compare to all the other fine ladies you were sure were attending tonight?
You shook your head. You couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t think about Gwilym. You were just going to go and have a good time. Take a well-earned break. And if you met someone there, then very well, but if not, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be too disappointed. 
***
Gwilym stood still while his valet finished with his clothes. There was still about an hour before the ball would start, and he would be meeting all the noble women his father invited. And yet, your face swam into view in his mind. He had barely stopped thinking about you since seeing you that day at the cemetery, and then again at the tavern. He still felt flush each time he recalled you wishing him good luck. Well, he certainly needed it tonight. Especially if you turned up.
***
At half past seven, the carriage was pulled to the front to take you all to the palace. You came down and couldn’t help but smile. Frank looked you over and scowled. 
“What is this?” he demanded. 
You faltered, coming to a stop about a yard away from him. Something in his face frightened you. 
“It was my mother’s,” you said, turning to show him. “I’ve updated it to match the current style, but -”
“Stop!” he cut across you. “There are very few things that are left of your mother’s, and you chose to take one - without permission - and ruin it?!”
“I haven’t ruined it, I just -”
“You stupid, selfish girl!” he shouted, crossing the front hall in just three strides. He was so close to your face, you had to take a step back. “You really think I’d let you go to the ball now? When you have defaced the property of my dearly departed wife?!”
“I didn’t know -”
“Silence!” he snapped. “I will not allow you to defend this behavior. Take off the gown at once.”
You stepped back again, but he followed. 
“I don’t have anything else,” you said meekly. 
He snarled, reached out his hand, and grabbed a handful of the bodice, right at the chest. He yanked down hard, pulling you so much that you stumbled. You heard a long riiiiip as the dress came apart at the seams. The front was completely torn away, revealing your corset underneath. You gasped and moved to cover yourself, but his next move came for your sleeve. He jerked it away from your arm and tossed it to the floor, along with the piece from the bodice. He repeated with the other sleeve. He took the sash next and wrenched it away. 
You felt hot tears of humiliation and shame run down your cheeks. You kept your arms in front of you and sank to the floor. 
“Stop it,” you croaked out. “Please.”
He raised his hand and you shrunk away, fearing he might truly strike you. 
“Father,” Miranda said. “We’re going to be late.”
Frank slowly lowered his hand to his side. He glowered at you. 
“Clean up this mess,” he ordered. “And never again presume to have a claim on things that belonged to my wife.”
Your lips trembled as he swept away. The girls followed him out. You kept your eyes fixed on the floor questioning what had just happened to you. It didn’t seem real. But the pieces of the dress sat on the floor just feet away from you, clear as crystal. When you heard the door close, you buried your face in your hands and let out a sob. 
***
Gwilym waited to be announced. The king went first, followed by Rami, since he was king of the neighboring country. Ben was announced next, since he was a visitor and prince. And then Gwilym. As he stepped out into the ballroom, he scanned the crowd, hoping to spot you. All he saw so far was glittering jewels and satin gowns. He sighed before making his way forward to begin introductions. 
He had asked Ben and Rami to be on the lookout for you as well. When the first half hour was over, he took a break and went to his friends. 
“Any sign of her?” he asked. 
Rami shook his head. “I haven’t seen her.”
“Me neither,” Ben said. “Sorry, mate.”
Gwilym sighed. “She must not be coming.”
“There’s still some carriages outside,” Ben said encouragingly. “She could be on any one of them.”
“Yeah, don’t give up just yet,” Rami said. “You’ve got all night.”
Gwilym nodded. He knew he mustn’t be over anxious, but couldn’t help feeling sore. Where were you? What could have kept you from this?
***
You escaped the house and fled to the garden. That was where your mother always took you for comfort. Your father loved to garden, and you always remembered him in this place. In truth, it was a place that was cherished by both your parents, and you needed to feel close to them now. You flopped down onto one of the benches and cried some more.
“It’s no use,” you sobbed. “God, it’s hopeless.”
You brought your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them. Your tears splashed into the fabric of your ruined dress. 
“Now, my dear,” said a soft voice to your left.
You whipped your head up and faced the source. There in the garden stood a plump woman in a white cloak. Her silver hair hung around her face in delicate curls. She had a metallic glow around her as well that drew you in. In her right hand, she held a staff with a sapphire the size of a fist at the top.
Fear and amazement kept you frozen where you sat. She didn’t appear to be a threat, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t. And yet, you felt like you knew her somehow.
“Wh-who are you?” you wondered. “How did you get in here?”
“With magic, my dear,” she said, beaming. “As for my identity - I’m your fairy godmother.”
“My…” your brow furrowed. “My what?”
“Your fairy godmother,” she repeated kindly. “And I understand you are in desperate need of some help.”
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xonxsm · 4 years
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pastel || bnha x male! reader
---》three《---
where [m/n] and friends battle against buff ugly lookin doods, and [m/n] finds a (possible) new power.
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[m/n] sighed contently as he sat back into his seat comfortably, making sure to keep a distance from the ice prince sitting next to him. he turned the brightness of his phone darker as he tuned out the voices of his classmates, searching up collar designs.
i want it, i get it. ooh, this one looks nice- nevermind. weird having the 'thot' word printed on my collar-
wow, how did i end up with bdsm pics when i searched for dog collars? damn people be putting weird things on the internet-
meanwhile, todoroki was sweating, lightly blushing and nervously shuffling in his seat after seeing the nudes and collars on [m/n]'s phone. didn't know he was into that shi-  kinky though, maybe we can hookup or somethin-
and they had a one night stand. the end.
jk, todoroki saw nothing.
[m/n] came across an [f/c] collar that claimed to be both fireproof and waterproof, and not easily breakable. it was plain, but it came with accessories and some decorating kit. eh, i'll probably be too lazy to alter anything about it-
he pressed the add to cart button anyways. no harm, hehe- i can always buy another one if i don't like it-
quickly paying for the collar, he shut his phone off as he quietly listened in to his classmates' conversation.
"in terms of flashy quirks- i'd say bakugou's and todoroki's, no?"
toedowroeki? bakoogoe? who?
"but with bakugou's personality i don't think he will be that popular, if you know what i mean." a girl said with a finger on her mouth.
oh- bakugo = boomboom boy! can't believe i forgot. (-w-) bakuboom boom yes. but who is this toedoroekie guy?
"bitch, you wanna fight?" bakuboom stood up quickly with an irk mark, clenching his fists.
"see?"
(o。o)he's gonna blow up the whole bus and we're all gon die if he gets any angrier- looking over to the bi-coloured haired boy he deadpanned. how is he sleeping through all this shouting and such-
"we've barely known each other for a week but we can already tell your personality is worse than trash drenched in dog shit. that says something, no?" just as bakugou was about to throw another insult back at kaminari aizawa shushed them, informing that they were about to arrive.
getting off the bus they were greeted by thirteen, another pro hero. [m/n] looked around confused to where all might was, but shrugged it off as he listened to thirteen's speech about usj and the importance of rescue. they followed thirteen inside, with an excited kirishima marvelling about the huge place and thirteen proudly saying about how they had every rescue situation they could think of.
the lights flickered and the exit door shut once thirteen stopped talking. [m/n] quickly hid behind a certain buff dude with a bunch of arms, his tail and ears slightly shaking. confused muttering filled the small group. flashes of some dark void thingy had chills run up [m/n]'s spine. a dark mist started forming and that triggered [m/n]'s animal instincts- he got on all fours as [h/c] hair started growing on his arms, his hands mutating to form paws and claws. weird looking people started emerging from the mist and he slightly growled, feeling a little self-conscious of the weird glances his classmates gave him.
what? c'mon, don't tell me you haven't seen or heard a dog growl before in your whole life-
"students, stay back. thirteen, protect everyone!" aizawa ordered. [m/n] was itching to run up there and start slashing but for the sake of his teacher he stepped back, sitting on the floor. like a normal person.
"we've come to finally defeat all might." a man with blue hair and creepy red eyes stated quietly as he scratched at his nape.
forcing himself to run with his classmates he didn't dare look behind to the creepy look and aura the light blue-haired man gave off; and suddenly there was darkness.
then light. [m/n] opened his eyes to see a white room, with a grey desk and bookshelf; along with a few dying flowers scattered around. he felt sad looking at the flowers, and was about to pick one up before a voice interrupted. "lmaoz wat." getting on all fours again he was about to growl, but instead let out a burp.
"E-" lunging himself at the weird voice he scratched at the dude's face while trying to bite his neck. successfully doing that he latched himself on there as he analysed the weird man. emo haircut. wow, this dude do kinda look like a pig tho- with those nostrils-
pig-man ripped [m/n] off from his neck, with his teeth pulling a chunk with him as he slammed onto the ground, spitting out the disgusting raw neck meat. the man pulled out a gun, randomly firing at [m/n] as the hybrid dodged, jumping around, his ears picking up on the man's footsteps and the bullet's location as he tried to find an exit. finally locating an open window he jumped out of there, clearly not thinking of his actions. quickly regretting as he saw how fast he was falling from such a height.
"ZCREEEENSDNFKSDNFSKDN-" somehow, his tail latched onto a random pole and he flung himself forward, also smacking his face into a random dude's crotch while doing so. "OWIE!" he landed on his butt with a thud, holding his nose in pain as the dude knelt in pain, holding his crotch. another thud was heard, accompanied by a small "wheeeey."
he looked behind, spotting a two girls- one with long earlobes and the other with a revealing outfit, while a blonde was on the ground making weird "weee" noises. [m/n] let out a nervous chuckle as he felt himself being picked up by the ears, scratching around, hating the feeling of being held in the air. his ears hurt- it felt like they were being ripped from his head. he hissed waving his tail and claws around. he heard the man groan as his tail smacked him in the face.
a knife was pressed to his neck and he froze, his eyes wide. i regret my life. i regret applying to yuuei. IM GON' DIE RIGHT AAA-
"you move, this kid is going down." villain guy said calmly. if [m/n] moved forwards, his neck will be sliced. but if he moved backwards-
but then my ears might not be able to handle all the pressure... [m/n] whimpered, his scalp starting to bleed. ah, fuck it. i'm gonna die anyways, either from my ears or the knife.
he harshly yanked his head backwards, his head knocking onto the villain's nose harshly. with a gasp his ears was released and [m/n] dropped to the floor, his hands automatically reaching up to touch his ears; hissing when a sharp pain travelled through his body as he touched the tip of them.
he was quickly shoved out of the way as kaminari rushed up to the villain, releasing more electricity as he screeched, the villain getting singed. they all zoomed out of there, [m/n] throwing all of them onto his back as he morphed himself into a wolf, carrying them back near where the exit was.
<<>><<>><<>>
he collapsed onto the ground, his head aching after the three got off his back. a weird bird like creature was slamming aizawa's head onto the ground. he could faintly make out the outline of someone reaching for a girl in the waters but his vision was too blurry for him to see who. "you really are cool... eraserhead." [m/n] watched as the head of his teacher was slammed back onto the ground again, his vision clearing up. and being the guard dog he is-
he got up, speed-ran to the bird creature and head-butted right into its stomach. full speed. the nomu was knocked off aizawa but besides that no damage was dealt. he was picked up the second time by his ears- and thrown off into the distance.
wincing he got back up, ignoring his teacher's calls for him to back up and "sit the fuck down and rest" as he rammed right into the nomu again, this time higher into his chest. he somehow managed to land a hit near where the nomu's brain is with his tail before he was slammed onto the ground near where aizawa was. he laid still as the nomu went up to where shigaraki was and began attacking the other students.
aizawa was fading in and out of consciousness- as [m/n] could tell from his decayed arm and the blood on his face. he wasn't doing any better, but aizawa looked as if he was more hurt than [m/n] ever will be.
lol, i mean i wasn't the one to get my skin ripped off my arm with it decaying and my head slammed full force into the ground that it would cause a huge dent- looking back to where he laid, a huge dent was formed under him. never frikkin mind.
i wonder if there's any way i could transfer sensei's pain to myself. that's part of moma's quirk, right? my quirk and hers is quite similar, except that she's a full wolf instead of being part bunny and wolf like i am. [m/n] sighed, thinking about his family. they probably wouldn't even care if i died, lmao.
remembering his mother telling his brother about her quirk he copied what she had said- lifting a finger to touch aizawa's skin and focusing on the image of what he envisions the "pain" as coming out of aizawa's body and into his. he could hear his teacher grumble out questions on why his student was poking his hand and he removed his hand, sighing and realising it probably  didn't work until a sudden pain in his head caused a static-like noise filled his head and he passed out from the pain, his ears and tail falling limp by his side.
aizawa could feel the pain from his head lessen. he had questions, but frankly, his jaw was too hurt for him to even move it. he looked down slightly, seeing the passed out new kid and he sighed, his sight darkening as he felt himself getting picked up and carried.
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word count: 1780
this part was probably the hardest to write and the plot probably makes no sense lmao-
i already forgot like most of the usj parts and i had to rewatch the whole thing like thirty times more to write this chapter and now my eyes hurt from sitting in front of the computer for so long.
yeet i have decided that i will write a chapter every two or three days- ya know to keep my memory of the storyline in check and at the same time letting myself rest for a day.
see y'alls next time :>
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lokis-lady-death · 5 years
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Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2
Loki x Reader
Lady Death: This is less of a series and more of a few snippets of of stories from Stark Towers in Brazil. Reader is an ice mutant that, when S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded joined the Avengers. Months had passed since the defeat of Thanos and Loki has become a live-in member of the team. The problem? You’ve been put in charge of his training.
Episode 1 (part one has in-heat Jotun!Loki smutt, but this chapter can be read without reading it if that’s not your fancy)
Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2
Paperwork. The bane of anyone's existence. Monotonous, repetitious, boring paperwork.
That was what your Wednesday had become consumed with, more specifically the finalized, typed up, official statement of the Avengers regarding a special mission you, Sam, Nat and Loki had undergone in Russia (codename:Operation MotherLand). The reason you were doing this tedious deed? Because while on the mission, a civilian was caught in the crossfire. Luckily she survived with only a few bumps and bruises, but (as a part of the deal Tony and Steve had made with Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross in construction of the new Sokovia Accords) there must be a detailed report of what caused the civilian to be injured during one of your missions.
It was a hassle, but a necessary one. Just a small price to pay to have the Avengers reinstated and everyone cleared of their past grievances with the legislation.
But the reason you yourself were tasked with this assignment was a bit more complicated: the woman hurt in Russia was injured due to Avenger-in-training Loki, who happened to be under your supervision. His mistakes, it turned out, were your mistakes.  
On Monday:
~”Oh, no, Loki was y/n’s responsibility in Russia,” Sam exclaimed when Ross informed Tony over the speakerphone that there would need to be formal documentation of the entire mission. “I’m not getting stuck with homework all because she couldn’t handle that green diva!”
“No one can handle him, that’s why he was dumped on me in the first place!” you argued. “Nat, come on, you can't agree with him?”
But the Black Widow only shrugged her shoulders. “Im sorry, y/n, but you are technically in charge of him. You knew the risks when you let him come on the mission with us.”
“He has to get experience in the field, you all know that…!”
“All mute points,” Ross interrupted, silencing the room. “I need this event documented or else…”
“Yeah, yeah, or else you’ll have us extradited out of Brazil back to the states and charge us with treason, lock up our loved ones, bla bla bla, evil government jargon. Yes, Rossy. We know the whole spiel, we’ll get you that stuff as soon as… oh no... you’re ….breaking up… Ross-ter?”
“Stark!” echoed in the room before Tony ended the call.
He rolled his eyes and sighed before he turned towards you. “So… about this report?”
“You’re really going to stick me with this? That was an eight month long mission, its going to take me days to write it all up!”
“Then I suggest you get to writing,” the man of iron suggested before patting you on the back. “And next time maybe keep a better eye on our little Shakespeare in the Park. This time someone got a little banged up, but what about next time?” ~
So here you were, writing out a novel’s worth of information to satisfy the governments of the world rather than doing any actual work or training. Which wasn’t too bad, you had to admit. After this past weekend, you could use a break from Loki’s contentious attitude. You hadn’t seen him since the two of you were locked together in the containment box and frankly you didn’t want to.
It had turned out Loki Odinson, declared prince of Asgard, was actually a frost giant. What's more, he had convinced Thor to lie to you while he hid away, going through some type of animalistic heat cycle that ended with the two of sleeping together. Suffice to say, things between you were a tad more complicated. You had an already stressful enough relationship since he had joined the Avengers, so much so that you didn’t need the added complication that would come from talking about what had happened: one time, didn't mean anything, never gonna happen again sex.
You typed away on the computer, trying to push Loki to the back of your mind as you turned up the music on your phone.
He had distracted you since Saturday when the “incident” occured. Afterwards you locked him and Thor in the containment cell to teach them a lesson about lying to you- and partially because you needed a moment to yourself before having to face the brothers Grimm.
You had even threatened to tell Tony about the entire incident just to “put the fear of God” in them. In reality, in the three days since Tony has been back at the tower, you hadn't had the slightest inkling to rat the Odisons out.
And they both knew it, too.
Though you hadn't seen Loki since releasing them from their makeshift jail, Thor had made it a point to find you once he realized you hadn't reported them.
~”I greatly appreciate you keeping this weekend a secret, Lady y/n. It means  lot to my brother and I that you didn't tell Tony Stark… though I know I should tell him myself, but you see…” The god of thunder paused, trying to feel out his words carefully. “You see, I don't know if you've noticed, but Loki staying here has been a bit…”
“Messy, chaotic,” you interrupted, “Dangerous?”
“Yes, admittedly all of those things. It's just that I am all Loki has left. He doesn’t feel accepted by the Asgardians, he doesn’t feel accepted by Midgardians. I know him being here is not ideal and everyone has their doubts,  but I cannot abandon my brother. So you keeping this secret for him, it really means a lot to us both. Even if he won't admit it.”~
There wasn’t much you could say to him at the time, just nod and go on about your day. Truth be told, you were keeping another secret for Loki (the two of you sleeping together) but you weren’t going to be the one to let him know.
“Shit, I’m never going to finish this,” you grumbled when you were STILL dwelling on Loki and things related to him. It wasn’t made easier that the report you were writing was practically about him.
Accepting you weren’t going to get anything done, you looked down at your mug. You didn’t know how long you had been working, but what was left of your coffee had gotten cold and you were starting to get hungry. Saving your work, you closed your laptop and ventured out of your room to the kitchen in your apartment.
You were walking through the hallway when you heard three distinct, short raps at your apartment door.
“Just a sec,” you shouted, peaking in the mirror that hung in the hall. You cursed yourself for not bothering with makeup this morning, less from the dark circles under your eyes and more for the sizable teeth marks embedded in the crook of your neck from where Loki had bitten you. You pulled your hair out of its tie and wrapped it methodically around your shoulders until you were sure it was hidden enough.
When you got to the door, you tapped the special keypad on the side to activate the two-way-mirror feature installed on all the apartment doors that allowed anyone inside to see who was at their door.
Your heart thumped extra hard at the sight of Loki standing with his hands folded behind his back, impatiently shifting from one foot to the other as he stared off down the hall nervously.
You couldn’t help but scoff, “Speak of the devil.”
Closing your eyes you tried to envision what could possibly come of speaking with him, until he knocked again in the same manner.
This time you managed to make out the squareness of his shoulders, the tightness of his lips.
He was in a serious mood, making you all the more apprehensive to answering the door.
You finally swung it open, meeting his grimace with a wide eyed and toothy smile. “Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite My Chemical Romance backup dancer. Is there something I can help you with?”
He pulled a piece of paper out from behind his back. “We had training. We were scheduled at 0800. It is now 1200,” he told you pointedly. You couldn’t help but quirk you brow, confused that, of all things, this is what he had come to discuss.
“What a surprise. All the times I’ve had to hunt you down and drag you to training and the one day I forgot, you actually hunt ME down?” You took a moment to appreciate the poetic irony of the moment before declaring, “Yeah, I’m not doing that. I’m busy with paperwork. But I appreciate the enthusiasm, keep it up and I’ll be ready to get right on that training as soon as I’m done. Okay bye,” and you tried to shut your door.
Loki shoved his heavy boot in the doorway in time to stop it from closing.
“No, that isn't all. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you avoiding me. First you didn’t even tell me of the meeting with the man of iron Monday and, counting today, you have missed three training sessions.”
Your eyes narrowed up at him but you didn’t say anything.
What could you say, he wasn’t wrong. Even now, being this close to him, you felt an ache begin to form in the pit of your stomach. An ache you didn’t quite know how to place.
Loki cleared his throat, looking away when he told you, “While I appreciated the peace and quiet at first, now I am quite curious as to whether or not we should discuss what happened…”
You begged your heart to stop pounding in your chest, but failed. “Absolutely not, there’s no reason to do that. We can go back to our regularly scheduled bickering sessions when I’m not knee deep in this report.”
“Report, what report?” There was a height in his tone, perhaps concerned over the linguistics of your report.
“Don’t worry, it’s not on THAT. It’s about the mission in Russia last week.”
“Why?” he asked incredulously. “If I remember correctly, the mission was a success.”
“You realize you caused a woman to get hurt?”
At that Loki let out a scowl, realizing what particular moment you were speaking of. “I diverted a weapon from hitting a teammate- you, actually, if I remember correctly. I thought that’s what Avengers did was save people? Is that not what you heros are always going on about? Saving lives?”
“Not teammates lives, you greased up Link-wannabe, you’re supposed to protect civilians! Not help a building to fall on them!”
In the midst of Operation MotherLand, while coming under heavy fire from several assailants, Sam and Nat were split up from you and Loki. You had instructed Loki to maintain the four civilians with you while you tried to get the upper hand in the situation. You had managed to radio Nat and could make out a clearing to get through behind the shooters. Unbeknownst to you, someone had come up behind you with the intention of ending the stand-off. Loki instinctively grabbed hold of the man and threw him. Fortunately for you, the assailant hadn’t had time to take the shot. Unfortunately for one of the civilians, Loki had thrown the man into a column supporting the roof over your heads, crumbling the the already damaged structure. The building began collapsing around you all and, while all four civilians weren’t killed, one woman’s leg had gotten pinned under some rubble.
“I promise I’m the first one to acknowledge what you did was... helpful. But the fact remains that our job was to secure the terrorists and help any innocents who got in the crossfire. My safety, your safety, anyone else on our team, it all comes after. There is only the mission and ensuring civilians make it out.”
Squaring his jaw, Loki clicked his tongue before responding, “I’m sorry, Lady y/n. Next time I’ll simply allow the enemy to shoot you.”
The two of you locked eyes as you opened the door enough to step up to him. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen up: I didn’t join the Avengers to be saved, Loki. I’m not some damsel in distress. I joined to SAVE lives and while I love every single member on this team, I know, and they know, that if it comes to an innocent or one of us,” you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s called sacrifice. Everytime I go out, or Steve goes out, or Nat, or Sam or even Thor, we know there is always that chance that we may not come back. We do what we can to be smart about it, but the fact of the matter is innocents come first.”
“Oh! Please!” Loki snorted, pressing a finger to your chest and making you step backwards into the apartment as he moved forward. “You expect me to believe you’re so self righteous that you believe sacrifice to be the only way? The midgardian was hurt, but she lived. And you lived. Yes, she may have been worse for ware, but you would have died. I don’t see that as a bad trade.”
“Yep. Self righteous. Okay, Loki, I think that concludes this week’s episode of Days of our Lives, you can leave now,” you strained to say, no longer looking at him. This wasn’t the first time you had this fight. The two of you argued the entire flight home from Russia about this very same thing.
Letting out a sigh, you shook your head. “I’ll pick up our training when I’m done with this report. If you’re so broken up about missing training, you can go play with Tony’s simulators until then.” When he didn’t make a motion to move, you glanced up. “This is the part where you leave.”
You were stunned when, rather than turning to leave you in peace, the god of mischief stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Loki?” you spoke softly, feeling a rise in your chest. “What are you-”
“Why didn’t you tell Tony or the others?”
The change in subject was unexpected, and honestly you wondered if he was talking about him being a Jotun or the sex you had. “Maybe I did?” you lied.
Loki snickered at the suggestion, tilting his head to show you the smirk on his face. “Please, darling, lying to the prince of lies?” He tsked. “Really. Why didn't you tell them? I know you have all been itching to cast me out, so why ruin a perfectly good opportunity?”
“Cast you out?” you repeated. You backed away, needing some distance and hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense he made you. “We don't want to cast you out, you hard headed asshat. We want you to FOLLOW DIRECTION. And NOT LIE! Two habits that CLEARLY seem to be a foreign concept for you.”
When the god of mischief only  narrowed his eyes, you went on with a sigh. “Look, I already told you I won't tell anyone about you turning into Smurfette and as far as everything else,” despite yourself you blushed thinking about it, “It's really not a big deal. So much so we don't have to mention it. Ever.”
Loki watched you, no longer smiling, but deep in concentration as he mulled over what you said. “So you would keep all of this a secret?”
“What's a secret between teammates?” And in a bold action, you held out your hand. “I'll make you a deal, right now. I won't tell anyone about you being Frosty.” Loki reached out to take your hand, but you retracted it before adding, “BUT you have to promise you won't lie to me anymore cause that shit is getting real old real fast.”
The poker face the god of mischief wore was enough to make you second guess yourself, contemplating just how much risk you were taking in keeping his true Jotun bloodline from the rest of the Avengers. You had never had to keep a secret from your team and the feeling was bitter. You knew after the falling out between Steve and Tony that secrets didn’t make friends, but Loki and Thor were both right: the team didn't care for the raven haired x employee of Thanos. Any reason to discredit him would most likely result in his expulsion from the team.
But if you could train him to not be such a liability on missions, the new development might prove easier to wave off.
Before you changed your mind, Loki took your hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around your hand. “I accept.” He offered you a sly smile that only made you feel more uneasy. You hastily pulled your hand away to reach for the door’s handle.
“So now that's all cleared away, you can go play with the simulators and I can get my report….” as the door clicked out of its lock, Loki reached over your head and pushed the door back shut. You turned, looking up at him as you pressed your back to the door. “I take it there's more?” you tried to say in your normal bemused tone, when really your chest was fluttering. He was so close.
There was a darkness to his face you couldn't quite read, just different enough from his normal brooding manner to make you hold your breath.
It was the same look he had in the containment cell, minus the red eyes.
“Loki, you're sorta freaking me out, you’re not about to tell me frost giants lay eggs that burst out through people's chest right?” It was a half joke half serious concern.
“I haven't slept in days, y/n,” Loki confessed. He pressed a hand against his forehead as he went on, “Ever since I changed back -I cannot explain it- but I haven't felt… myself. Normally once a cycle is complete I feel fine but these past few days...” His eyes left yours just as you felt his hand come up and swipe through your hair. It wasn't until you saw his eyes widen that you realized he was looking at the bite mark he had left on you. “Did I...” His brow creased.
“It’s really no big deal,” you forced out, trying your damnedest to convince him so he would drop it.  
His jaw clenched while he tried to read any hidden messages you may be concealed. “Y/n, are you afraid of me?”
“Excuse me? Don't be ridiculous, of course I'm not-”
“Really?” he pressed, closing the space between you before leaning down into your ear. “Because I can only imagine how terrified you must have been-” His fingers traced up your arms, sending goosebumps all over your body. “-trapped alone in a cage with a monster...”
A hard set of knocks vibrated through your back, instantly making you go quiet even before Loki’s hand came down over your mouth. You didn’t know if he did it out of reflex or because he honestly believed you would scream, but you furrowed your brow at him before smacking his hand away.
“Yes?” you called out, noting the distinctive flaring of Loki’s nostrils as he waited for you to give him away.
“Hey, it’s Nat!”
You backed off the door and shoved Loki to the side, cracking the door just enough to not be rude but also hiding the god of mischief. You smiled at your neighbor from across the hall, beaming, “Sup! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Actually, I need a favor. I got a call to go back out to run more surveillance in Russia.”
“That job has really become a shit show hasn't it?”
“You don't even know the half of it. We are all due back out after we get a bit more intelligence on the overall operation. Turns out it's a little bigger than we originally thought.”
“Isn't it always?”
She huffed in agreement before asking, “Anyway, d’ya mind feeding Maleficent for me while I’m gone? Should be back in the next day or two.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. Her food’s in the fridge, right?”
“Yup. Alright, I’ll see you when I get back, keep the satellite phone on hand for when I get bored of listening to Sam and his invincible move on Mortal Kombat.” You were jealous Nat always got paired off with Sam on these missions; he always had the best handheld games to make the time pass.
“Most definitely,” you agreed, leaning through the doorway to hug her shoulders. “See you. And stay safe.”
“I’m so safe my codename should be Safety Nat.” She shot you a look before you began pulling your door closed. You knew when she didn't start walking that she had something else she wanted to say, only opening it back up when she came out with, “Y/n, are you okay? You’ve been kind of quiet since the meeting the with Ross. You missed our wine date.”
“We had a wine date?” you laughed.
“Every weeknight is our wine date. So you've missed two.”
“And here you are, blowing me off for tonight's date. What a terrible pair we are.” Shaking your head with another chuckle, you clarified, “I’m fine, just been working on this stupid report.”
“How much more you got left?” But she didn’t let you answer. Instead, Nat reached out and took your hand in hers. “I’m sorry you’re kinda getting drug through it because of Loki, but it’s just like that with new recruits. Sometimes you luck up and get trainees that want to give it their all, follow the rules, and always know just what to do. But sometimes you get…”
“You get someone who wants to be a solo act and doesn’t understand how to be a team player,” you finished, feeling Loki’s eyes burning on the back of your head. “But it’s fine now. We’re working on some team building skills… ya know, something to help get him ready for our next mission. ”
“Well, I wish you all the luck in the world,” she told you honestly, giving you her signature smolder before waving her fingers at you, finally heading off.
You watched her disappear into the elevator down the hall until suddenly Loki's hand caught the door and pushed it closed, nearly clipping face. “Now, where were we?“
You pressed your hand to Loki's chest, forcing him against the door, making sure he saw you didn't flinch. “Let me take this opportunity to make this perfectly clear: I am NOT afraid of you. You think just ‘cause you turn blue and have freaky eyes you scare me? Please. I've gone head to head with the Hulk after Bruce flipped out in the middle of a covert mission in Argentina. Blue, green, purple, I dont give a shit what color someone is, i’ll kick anyone’s ass that breaks off from a mission.” Loki inhaled sharply and you could tell you had made your point to the god of mischief: that he, in fact, didn't frighten you in the least.
After a long moment of the two of you trying to stare each other down, you let him go.
“You lied to your friend,” Loki grumbled under his breath while he straightened his cloak,, his eyes never once leaving you. “You said we were working on team skills.”
“We are,” you snapped back, aggravated by his relentlessness. “1800 hours. Meet in training room 7b. And don’t bring this shitty attitude.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, all while he thought on the suggestion. “Alright. 1800 hours, 7b. I’ll see you then.” Retreating, he glanced over his shoulder at you one last time before closing the door behind him.
Leaning your back against the door and letting your body slide down, you couldn’t help but breath out in relief that he was finally gone. Regardless of how good your straight-face game was from years of training in special ops and concealment, you were beginning to waver. Putting your hand on your chest, you willed yourself to breath, trying to calm down enough to think straight.
How were you going to be able to train with Loki if simply looking at him made your heart race? When touching him made you breathless?
You ran your hands over your face, letting out an UGH as you remembered you still needed to go finish the report.
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vitaminhosh · 6 years
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prince!seungcheol
anon requested: “prince cheol i will lvoe u forever”
pairing: seungcheol x reader
under the cut bc it’s ridiculously long
oH boy i am so ready for this au
one of the most charming and endearing princes out there??
there isn’t anyone one within a 100-mile radius that dislikes seungcheol like..... have you met him
and anyone who does kind of feel some sort of dislike towards him
they see him smile and oops
how did I not like him before?? he’s an angel??
he is genuinely hard working and kind hearted though, he works very hard to make the lives of his people better
when he was younger and wasn’t allowed to go out he would have to learn about the kingdom’s history and,, all the war and bloodshed absolutely broke his heart
he swore that when he was older he would never allow something like this to happen again
when he was finally allowed to go out and saw some of the people struggling to just make do, he was determined to make a change
nowadays he makes it his mission to go out and meet everybody and see how they’re doing as often as his busy schedule allows
he’ll have lunch in the town and chat with the people, anyone who saw from the outside wouldn’t even suspect that he was royalty and just think that it was a table of old friends
plus his absolute favorite meal of all time is in this small shop tucked away in one of the small streets in the heart of town, and it was,,, a burger
sure the food in the palace was obviously amazing with top chefs cooking there and all but,, nothing really beats the burger made in this small shop that people barely even knew about
we all know seungcheol will be a well-dressed prince 
like,, he won’t want to be super over the top in full on capes and stuff but,, he sure as hell isn’t just walking around town in sweatpants or something
he cares about his image okay
(even though everyone will swoon even if he were to go out in sweatpants and a hoodie)
everyone in his kingdom is basically in love with him
as are the people in neighboring kingdoms 
and far away kingdoms
the other princes are jealous
have you seen his smile though? it can cure diseases
he takes his responsibilities very seriously, but obviously, he’s still a young man who likes to have fun and gets bored too
he doesn’t like to sit still, so when he’s finished with all of his duties he’ll be off to go do something
even at odd times at the night, you can find him in a nearby kingdom trying to find this specific comic book or something
people don’t find it weird anymore
“oh look prince seungcheol is here again did you want more of these sweets?”
he’s often seen hanging out with the other princes when he can
the people die when they see their princes hanging out together
has public social media accounts but also secret personal ones
spams the group chat full of princes,, just because he can
ok enough background stuff onto you and cheol
you work in one of those small tucked away shops that prince seungcheol likes to frequent
however you’re not from this kingdom, and you only work the night shift so it’s not like you know a lot of people or much about this kingdom
you’re just taking this job to try and make some cash while you’re away from home traveling, you happened to choose to stay here indefinitely
you’re not entirely sure who this strangely good-looking man is who only comes in at 3am every week is but ?? business is business plus you’re not gonna judge,, it’s not like you’ve never had cravings for junk food in the middle of the night too
since it’s late at night cheol is dressed in very casual clothes so nothing really gives away the fact that he’s actually the goddamn prince of this kingdom
since he comes so often plus he just likes to get to know people he makes small talk while you gather up his stuff
after a couple of weeks, you soon become kinda like friends ?? it’s a weird circumstance but hell it’s 3am nobody’s really functioning well enough to question this
 you’re sitting at the counter on your phone when the bell on the door rings signalling another customer
you just know it’s him again cause,,, not many people would be here at this ungodly time of night so you don’t bother looking up
you stop scrolling through instagram when you hear tutting in front of you
“I should complain to your manager you know- I’d rate this customer service a 1/10″
seungcheol watched as you finally looked up and chuckled at him
“sorry old man..... how can I help you, your highness”
seungcheol froze- did you finally find out who he was?
the reason he was so interested in you was because you didn’t seem to know who he was, and treated him like a normal person
his mind was going 100 miles a minute until you suddenly snorted
“god imagine it,, you ?? a king ?? pfft”
he smirked once he realized he wasn’t busted
“what do you have against me being a king huh?”
“idk man what kinda king buys junk food like three times a week at 3am,, plus ur a dork”
“wow,,, is that all i am to you,,,,,, a dork,,,, im hurt”
you smack his arm before starting to scan the things he’s put down on the counter
“how do you eat all this and stay in shape... tell me your secrets”
“god given metabolism sorry sweaty you can’t buy this :-)”
you snorted once again as you begin to pack his things into a paper bag
“did god accidentally spill all the ego into you as well”
“well i mean to help god out i do go workout too feel free to join me if you’re not too unfit to keep up”
“uhhh excuse me who are you calling unfit..... give me a time and place and I’ll fight beat you in a race”
“fine when do you get off tomorrow I’ll walk you to the hill and see who can get to the top first”
and that’s how you ended up at the bottom of a hill at 5am with a man you’ve never seen outside the shop
“whoever wins gets treated to breakfast”
“wipe that smirk off your face seungcheol I’m not getting beat by you”
surprise surprise,,,,, you lost
unfortunately he was much faster than you thought he would be
you were both lying on the grass, panting from running up a sizable hill 
you punched his arm
seungcheol sat up, mouth open as he was about to whine when a voice came from the bottle of the hill
“your highness! there you are! you were supposed to return an hour ago you father will find out you’ve been out!”
seungcheol’s eyes widened before cursing under his breath
“I gotta go but you still owe me breakfast okay I’ll explain everything tonight ok bye !!”
you just sat there in shock as seungcheol dashed down the hill, even faster than before as the worker followed behind him
“y-your highness?”
you had flashbacks to seungcheol smirking when you laughed at the idea of him being king
you make your way back home, with a permanent blush on your cheeks and a million thoughts in your head
how could you not know that he was the prince?
oh god you’ve been smacking the prince for weeks when he makes a stupid dad joke
you can’t sleep that day and when you’re back in the shop you’re barely conscious
you’re too tired to even think about seungcheol saying he would explain tonight
when seungcheol comes in and makes his way over to the counter, he expects to find you on your phone again but instead sees you asleep on the counter
he smiles softly before grabbing an old receipt and a pen and writing a note
“sleeping on the job? strike two y/n. I really should complain to your manager, guess I was just too fast for you ;). I’ll be back tomorrow, get some rest. p.s. you might want to wash that hoodie, you drooled a little bit”
you woke up with a panic when your phone chimed at 5am, reminding you it was time to close up
oh god seungcheol was supposed to come
after you finally orientate yourself you notice the note on the table
after reading the note you flush red again
oh god you were asleep in front of the cute prince and d r o o l e d
you stumbled home after closing up and immediately went to sleep
later that day you rushed to the shop, almost late since you were so tired you slept through your alarm
as 2 am came around the bell on the door rang and you sat up straight
seungcheol didn’t usually come till around 3 so you assumed this was an actual customer
"I hope you washed that hoodie before coming back here tonight”
you looked down and noticed that you were in such a rush that you didn’t even change out of last night’s outfit
flushing pink, you quip back with a “so what if I didn’t huh”
seungcheol finally appears from around the shelf
“its a bit gross i gotta say”
“not as gross as you”
seungcheol looked at you with a soft smile on his face, trying to get the words in his head to form coherent sentences
“im sorry”
you looked at him with a blank face
“what for ?? i mean i know its kinda gross but like i was gonna be late for work and-”
“no, I’m sorry for not telling you”
you sat there with your mouth half open and closed it before looking down at your hands that were on the counter
“it’s okay”
he took your hands in his, making you look up
“it’s not, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ve just never had someone treat me like everyone else and it was... refreshing. But you deserved to know, I was being selfish. I’m sorry”
you gave seungcheol a soft smile, giving his hands a soft pat as he looked down at his feet to try and get his attention
“seungcheol really, it’s fine. I understand why you did it, I’m not mad”
“I still feel bad, it wasn’t right. You should be mad”
“well I mean I am....”
seungcheol looked up, ready to apologize again
“but only cause you beat me in a race,,,,, outrageous”
you smack him again, trying to lighten the mood
“but a deal is a deal, and I still owe you breakfast”
seungcheol started giggling, and you swear your heart skipped a beat
“im trying to be serious here and all you care about is getting beat”
“cheol, i really don’t mind. plus, I’m a woman of my word, I can’t have you owe me, that’s ridiculous”
“I’m busy later, how about you just treat me to a late night snack here instead”
fast forward to a couple weeks later, and you’re back at that hill waiting for seungcheol to come so that he can introduce you to his prince friends as you have a couple of days off
you can actually hear them before you see them 
who’s even surprised at this point it’s seungcheol + 12 rowdy boys
“guys please don’t be embarrassin- oH hi y/n you’re early hahaha”
“hi I’m jeonghan are you cheol’s girlfrien-”
seungcheol shoved the guy out of the way before he could finish his sentence
“sorry,,, my friends are idiots”
you chuckled as seungcheol sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a light pink dusting his cheeks
“don’t worry, I like them”
“wE LIKE YOU TOO Y/N”
you giggled before heading over to the group of guys to go meet them properly
seungcheol stood still for a second, watching you introduce yourself to his friends a couple feet away
jeonghan came up to him, watching you with him
“when are you gonna ask her out, I thought you were going to the other day when you guys hung out at her place”
“she was tired so I let her sleep, some other time jeonghan”
they headed back to the group and you turned to them as you noticed the two join the circle
“cheol !! is it true that you tripped over a log and fell into the lake while trying to impress a girl when you were 6? i knew you were a dork but I didn’t think it was that bad”
“wHAT ARE YOU GUYS TELLING HER”
as the day began to end and everyone had to head back, seungcheol insisted on walking you back to your apartment
you had refused at first, but you were tired and it was late
when you got to your place you turned to seungcheol, about to thank him for walking you back when you saw him looking nervous
“cheol, are you okay? what’s wrong?”
“nothing,, I just,, y/n would you want- I mean- do you,, uh,,,, will you,, go out with me?”
you could barely hear him as he was mumbling but you just managed to catch his words
you put your hand on his cheek and pressed a quick kiss onto his other cheek
“of course seungcheol, it’d be an honor”
you smiled and said goodnight before heading inside
seungcheol stood there, frozen in shock as you had not only agreed but ???? you kissed his cheek ?????
you began to get ready for bed, a smile and a light blush on your face
you can’t believe you’re dating the biggest dork on the planet
seungcheol, on the other hand, was shouting at jeonghan down the phone; he practically skipping home
a/n: this is,,,,,, the longest thing ever im so sorry i got excited about this au
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(Im sorry if i sent too many!! I was on a roll and love this idea of child!verge) On yeah, Logan teaching virgil things. Like just simple words and such. Mess about with Rubik's cubes and reading. More then once Patton found them cuddled up with a book nearby. Patton teaching verge how to eat. Jes a fussy baby, but Patton's actions and noises are too funny. Roman teaching him to write and draw. He makes all the cute pictures to stick on the fridge and makes princely v proud.
this kinda gave me a good minuscule plot idea bless 👏🏻
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The longer Virgil was a child the more frustrated, and worried Logan became. Physically Virgil stayed the same, but mentally he seemed to keep regressing. Logan felt like Virgil himself panicking, and jumping to conclusions. He needed to discuss this with the other two elder sides so while Virgil napped in his room Logan called them to the common room.
“What’s up with you, nerd?”
Logan sighed, and pulled at his hair as he desperately tried to resist his urge to strangle the prince.
“What’s up is you, and your ridiculous fantasy world getting us into this mess!”
Roman sighed, and sat next to Logan.
“Logan, I am working on fixing it, okay? I can only do so much.”
Logan groaned, and stood up so suddenly it startled the other two.
“And what if you’re too late? Virgil seems to be regressing more and more the longer he’s a child. His speech has become far more baby like. I’ve had to remind him what simple words mean, and read to him more often. Yes, I’ve read to him when he was an adult, but he hardly understands anything! What if he’s stuck like this, Roman?! Ever think about that being a possibility?!”
Roman stood up, and faced the panicked side.
“Geez, Logan. Calm down. You of all people should know that ‘what ifs’ are not helpful in these situations.”
Logan chewed his lip nervously, and looked at Roman. He wasn’t sure why, but there were tears forming in his eyes, and he felt incredibly stupid.
“You.. are correct. I.. I apologize. Just.. keep trying. We need Virgil back.”
Roman’s harsh demeanor immediately crumbled at the sight of the usually put together side so distraught. He reached out to hug him, but stopped himself.
“Logan… I am doing everything in my power to get him back. Just.. keep teaching him things. I’ll go back to my dream world now. Everything will be okay.”
Logan sighed, and wiped his eyes under his glasses.
“Yes, well, go on then. I will wait for Virgil to wake up, and continue the lesson I’ve made for him.”
As if on cue a tiny sleepy voice spoke up behind them.
“I don wanna do more learny things.”
Patton, and Roman giggled at the adorableness despite Logan’s increasing frustration.
“We’ll do something easy today, okay? Come on.”
Logan walked over to the very sleepy Virgil, and picked him up. Virgil immediately nuzzled his face into Logan’s neck, and yawned. Logan sighed, and sat at the dining room table placing Virgil in his lap.
“Look, Verge. We can read some of these books. They’re easy.”
Virgil glared at the books then at the other sides that were staring at him adoringly.
“No.”
Roman chuckled, and muttered a “good luck” as he sunk down. Patton smiled at them then sunk down to his own room. Logan muttered indignantly to himself which made Virgil giggle.
“Oh yeah my pain is so funny to you isn’t it?”
Virgil nodded, and grinned at him. Something that was quite rare for him to do even when in child form. Logan couldn’t help smiling.
“You’re lucky you’re adorable, Virgil.”
Once the word “adorable” left Logan’s mouth Virgil stopped giggling, and glared at Logan. Logan merely chuckled, and opened one of the books on the table. Which he’s come to learn was one of child Virgil’s favorites. Moonlight: The Halloween Cat.
“Think you can read the first line for me?”
Virgil took a moment to scan the words on the page then softly read aloud, “M-Moonlight loves the night. I-It is her favorite time..”
Logan proudly beamed at Virgil, and urged him to continue.
Once Virgil finished the whole book, with a bit of Logan’s help, he yawned while rubbing his eyes tiredly. Logan chuckled, and grabbed another book as he stood up.
“Still tired?”
Virgil nodded, and curled up to Logan with his thumb in his mouth. Logan silently chided himself for finding this so adorable as he moved to lay on the couch. Once he got them in a comfortable position, with Virgil laying on top of him curled up against his chest, he pulled Virgil’s thumb out of his mouth earning a small whine.
“Thumb sucking isn’t healthy, Virgil. Now let’s read one more book, and then you can sleep, okay? I suppose we can just work on improving your hand-eye coordination another time.”
Virgil nodded sleepily, and mumbled something Logan couldn’t understand.
“What was that?”
“You rwead to me. I too sweepy.”
Logan’s heart swelled, but he chose to ignore it as he opened the book to begin reading.
About five minutes later Virgil was asleep, and Logan found himself drifting off as well. He tried to fight it off, but he was warm & content with Virgil in his arms so he let his exhaustion consume him.
Some time later Patton popped back up into the common room to find Logan, and Virgil curled up together still sleeping with a children’s book long forgotten, and abandoned on the floor. He tried really hard to contain his squeals, and used his phone to snap some pictures. There was no way he was letting this be forgotten. It was too cute.
The next day Logan decided it was Patton’s turn to teach Virgil something.
“Patton your child is a ridiculously messy eater. That’s child, and adult Virgil. I’ve been teaching him things related to cognitive thinking. You, being the father figure, should be teaching him proper etiquette.”
Patton couldn’t help giggling at the thought of his child always making big messes, but nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, okay I can do that, teach!”
So, come dinner time, Patton placed Virgil into his lap so he could help him.
“Look, Verge this is a fork. Or a dinglehopper like in the Little Mermaid! But we don’t brush our hair with it. It helps us eat! Try it.”
Virgil scowled at the tiny fork in his hand then smirked as he realized exactly what Patton was trying to do. He calmly placed the fork down, and picked his food up with his hands as he smugly stated a simple, “No.”
Logan, and Patton sighed as Roman giggled like an idiot.
“What if we do it like this, kiddo?”
Patton took the fork, scooped some food up, and started making airplane noises as he moved it towards Virgil’s mouth. Virgil tried to lean away from Patton as much as he could without falling off his lap.
Virgil whined, “Nooooo!” but Patton sounded ridiculous so he couldn’t help letting a few giggles escape. Patton giggled along with him, and gave up trying to feed him.
“Alright, kiddo. We’ll work on this tomorrow at breakfast. Just eat.”
Logan groaned, and frowned disapprovingly at Patton. Virgil smirked evilly at the logical side. Logan narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. Patton noticed this so he looked at Virgil to see what Logan was so suspicious about, but Virgil immediately turned his smirk to an innocent smile.
Patton shrugged, and let it go. Roman giggled to himself some more as he secretly observed everything.
After dinner Roman scooped Virgil up, ignoring his protests, and brought him to his room.
“Sorry, Verge, but I wanted to help you with something!”
Virgil scowled at the prince, but said nothing silently urging him to explain.
“So, Logan told me about your paint incident, and while it sounded like an adorable incident you really shouldn’t do it again. So! I’m going to teach you how to draw, and paint neatly!”
Virgil shrugged so Roman took that as an okay, and set him in his desk chair. He then went over to his closet, and pulled out his art supplies.
“Do you want to use crayons or paint first?”
Virgil paused to think then made grabby hands for the big pack of crayons.
“Cwayons.”
Roman smiled, and set the crayons down next to the mini sketchbook he gave Virgil.
“Think you can draw a cat for me, Verge?”
Virgil nodded, and immediately pulled the black crayon out then focused on his task.
Roman watched intently until he noticed Virgil shift around uncomfortably. So, to make Virgil more comfortable Roman pulled up another chair, and pulled out his own sketchbook to start drawing with him. He didn’t miss the adorable little grateful smile Virgil tried to hide.
About five minutes later Virgil set his crayon down, and hid his drawing against his chest. Roman paused his own drawing, and turned to face Virgil.
“May I see the little artist’s masterpiece?”
Virgil blushed profusely, and reluctantly shoved the sketchbook into Roman’s hands. Roman chuckled then gasped once he turned it over.
“Aw, Verge. This is amazing! I like his purple eyes, and plaid patches. Is it supposed to be you? His fur looks like your hoodie.”
Virgil shrugged as he blushed more at the compliments.
“N-No, I-I just like the design, and I th-thought it’d look cool on a cat.”
Suddenly a light bulb went off in Roman’s head.
“Give me.. one moment, Verge.”
Roman looked thoughtful for a moment, confusing Virgil, then snapped his fingers. A cat plushy that looked similar to Virgil’s drawing appeared in his hands. He smirked proudly at his little creation, and handed it to Virgil.
“There now he or she is real.”
Virgil hid his smile by quickly tackle hugging Roman, and burying his face into his chest. Roman chuckled, and held him for a little while.
The two spent the rest of the evening drawing, and painting. Roman of course making sure Virgil didn’t make a giant mess which he was surprisingly successful in doing.
Eventually Virgil started to become sleepy so Roman picked him up, and sunk down to his own room to put him down for bed.
He read him a quick bedtime story then placed the cat plushy, which he called Cat Skellington, in his arms. He left once Patton came in to tuck him in, and say good night.
Once Roman returned to his room he cleaned up the art supplies then climbed into his own bed, and fell asleep as he thought of more ways he could potentially get their normal Virgil back.
The next day Roman picked Virgil up so he could place his drawings on the fridge right next to the paintings he previously made a mess with that Patton proudly put there.
After trying to ignore Roman’s proud praises while hiding his blush Virgil let Patton help him eat his breakfast properly.
Logan smiled, feeling his heart swell with pride, as he watched all of this unfold before him. They really needed normal Virgil back before things got any worse, but in the moment this all felt okay.
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child!Virgil will be the death of me he’s just so freakin adorably chaotic
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hey so i love your fe stuff! its soo good! but ive noticed that most of it is either gen or takes place after the relationships have gotten together (which is fine, i love that) but it did make me curious if youd be willing to share some of your headcanons (for odin/niles/leo, camilla/beruka/selena, and xander/laslow) for how they got together/developed feelings for one another? im very curious about your take on it bc i love your characterization! thank u so much for writing such beautiful fics
Aww, thank you, anon!! FE13/14 isn’t as popular as it probably once was and I definitely joined the writing fic for it part of the fandom pretty late, so I’m so pleased to hear that you enjoy my fics! Thank you!!
Secondly, anon….This is gonna be mega long and I hope you’re prepared for that, lmao (Also if you had any other questions or anything, don’t be afraid to send another ask!)
I don’t know if I have any “set in stone” headcanons for how any of these three pairs get together because I’m a multishipper who loves AUs, but if we’re talking about canon FE14 universe, I definitely have some thoughts as to how that’s going to go.
I’m gonna blabble a lot now
Odin/Niles/Leo
I actually feel like Odin would have the easiest time accepting dating people anyone, even if they’re a prince or a coworker or two people at once or he feels he has to travel to another dimension in a few years.
Like, he’s very? Pragmatic? Not necessarily 24/7 (because he loves to tell tales and exaggerate and roleplay) but Big Decisions. Like in Hidden Truths DLC, when Laslow and Selena are questioning where they should go when it’s time to leave Nohr–their home dimension with their family’s graves or to return to the world where their parents are still alive–iirc, Odin is the first one to say “We can worry about this later, we just have to deal with this now.” It’s not that he doesn’t care as much, because he super does, but I think he like? Compartmentalizes a little more? In the FE13 Future Past DLC, when he and Inigo are stuck on one side of the bridge and Brady and Yarne are on the other, Owain talks through what’s going to happen if they try to cross the bridge until he gets to the conclusion, “If you go and I stay behind, the most people in this scenario live and we still succeed, even if that means my death.” When Inigo cuts the brige with both of them on one side, Owain says, “We don’t both have to die!” Now part of this is Owain/Odin’s dramatic personality and the (probably unhealthy) self-sacrificing tendencies he almost certainly had during his years before jumping through time and even some time after, even Inigo acknowledges that Owain’s plan was probably the best way to get the gemstone to Ylisse (though not the best plan for Owain’s life.) He’s also the one who adjusts most to living in Nohr, by which I mean his homesickness and memories of Ylisse seem to weigh on him the least. While he admits to Selena in their Supports that he also is unable to sleep at night from his memories, Selena and Laslow’s Supports with him are more about their problems with missing home and he has become a kind of shoulder to lean on between the three of them.
Anyway all of this is basically evidence to say that Odin is pretty reasonable and levelheaded when not indulging in his imagination (which was almost definitely a coping mechanism of some kind in his younger years, though it may have become a bit more of an innocent hobby by the time he’s in Nohr… though I don’t want this to get dark, OTL)
ANYWAY! I think Odin is has the easiest time adjusting between all three of the Time Travel Trio, but I don’t know if he’s necessarily the one to make the first move in anything? If anything, it would have to be all three make a move at the same time (through some circumstance) or Niles/Leo get together first (even though Niles thinks his purpose in life is to “serve” Leo until he dies via their Supports and Leo probably wouldn’t want to put anyone in a weird position considering his status). I’ve written past stuff where Odin gets confident and does something bold like sit in Laslow’s lap and kiss him while Laslow bemoans never having a first kiss, and while I think Odin could catch onto moves being made on him and be down for it, I don’t think he’d be as likely to do something as bold as that for Niles/Leo like he would for someone he’s known years and years, like Laslow or Selena.
The thing about Niles is that… Idk, I don’t think he views himself as garbage? (Unless there’s a support I don’t remember.) But he definitely thinks of himself as “lower” than Leo, who he views as having saved his life and literally is the start to “good” memories in Nile’s mind. I’m not sure he’d ever make a move on Leo and compromise that relationship he values so highly unless it was something he felt Leo needed or something out of his control. (Like doing something to save Leo’s life and Leo is like “Hey do you have Feelings for me” and Niles, broken out in a cold sweat, hands shaking, answers “I mean Yes, but it doesn’t have to be weird…. unless u want that.” 
For Leo, I don’t think he really thinks about love unless it’s right there in his face. Either because he’s thinking about marriage for political reasons/someone else is getting married or because Niles/Odin is hanging around a lot and he’s like “What is this Feeling, it’s highly inconvenient but I cannot deny it exists”. (Also another thing about him is that he’s probably a little uncomfortable with Nile’s… Pedestal, I guess? For him. Like, he knows Niles values him a lot and vice versa but when Niles is like “You’re the reason my life is good and I will serve you until I Die For You,” Leo is like “I don’t know what to say but I guess ‘Thank you’ is the right response.” So he probably wouldn’t want to take advantage of Nile’s feelings either.)
(The thing about all the Royal Nohrian Sibs is that they are under the watchful eye of Garon for most of their life, and that’s a huge influence on what they are or aren’t willing to do in terms of romance until the Big Slime is no longer an issue for them. So that’s a major factor as well.)
I think Niles and Odin make a great team, but Niles is initially very suspicious when Odin/Selena/Laslow show up out of the blue and even when he trusts Odin later on, he does use that suspicion as a little jab on Odin’s origins in their C-Support when they’re having an annoyed argument. They both apologize to each other later with Odin conceding that Niles was right and his actions weren’t out of line, and while Nile’s is like, “Aw, I shouldn’t have done that, Lord Leo trusts you and that’s enough for me,” the secretiveness of Odin’s past is like. An undercurrent in their relationship on both their parts for a long time. (While meanwhile Leo does not give a single fuck what you did or who you were before you met him so long as he knows what kind of person you are now.)
So with all this I can absolutely see Niles and Leo getting together and Odin being supportive from the sidelines for a Long Time as Niles/Leo either pine a little secretly (maybe separately) or they don’t really realize their own feelings for Odin or the idea all three of them could be a thing until later. (Bc Odin is not gonna intrude on something he feels he shouldn’t and when it’s a better idea not to.) (However, if that opportunity appears and everything is Chill, Odin is absolutely Hell Yeah, down for it.)
(This didn’t really come up anywhere before but? Leo and Odin’s supports?? Are so Much????? Like, Leo doesn’t want to send Odin out on any more “adventures” he used to because according to Leo: “uh that was to be a dick to you and I literally Cannot imagine living without you now because you’re so Valuable to me, so you can’t go on any Mega Dangerous missions, sorry.” He says he wont’ keep Odin from being his own person and leaving Nohr but that he honestly wishes Odin would stay and if he does leave, all the victories afterwards will be a little “bittersweet” without Odin there. Also if Odin does leave, Leo asks that he use his title as Leo’s retainer still so there will always be that “connection” between them. 
Like??? Holy shit??
It was here that Leo struck me as the type of person to want Niles and Odin by his side literally Forever in whatever form that relationship may be, even if nothing romantic ever comes from it.)
Camilla/Beruka/Selena
My girl!! Selena!!! I love her!!!! I’ve probably written the least about Selena (I have like one unfinished Selena/Laslow/Odin fic on my computer and that’s probably it besides maybe a tiny Selena/Noire thing I wrote 2 sentences of and never finished either) but!! I think about her a lot and I love my girl!!
I rambled a lot with Odin/Niles/Leo so to cut to the chase here a bit more, Camilla/Beruka/Selena probably comes from Selena’s need to be validated and prove that she’s the Best. Camilla always reassures Selena that she’s “darling, powerful, and obedient,” which are qualities Camilla values a lot in a retainer. I think Camilla, for all her ruthlessness, also has a lot of love in her heart and so she is a little smitten with Selena (and Beruka) from the start because of these qualities they share. Camilla gets melancholy when she thinks about how Selena might leave her one day and wants Selena to know she is Camilla’s. I don’t think Camilla would ever do or say anything about her feelings while under the watchful eye of Garon because she’s not stupid and she knows what will happen if she tries to get too close to anyone while he’s within reach, but she’s not lying. When she says she loves Selena and Beruka, she really does mean it, even if her meaning gets lost in the context of all the other times she says she loves Corrin and Elise and her other siblings and such. 
(As a side note, Camilla and Selena’s C-Support is so fucking funny to me because Selena is like “hey I’m your favorite, right?” and Camilla is straight up like “I would rather murder you than you leave” and Selena’s like “that’s not….what I wanted you to say…”. Camilla is so fucking Extra??? I love it. Though she’s honestly very scary too, so that element of humor is one I’m taking with grain of salt because Camilla is also truthful in her violence. Their B-Support is similar.)
This same drive to be the Best is what causes Selena and Beruka to butt heads in their C-Support, but they show they understand each other well by calling out each other’s complexities and flaws while arguing. Later, they show they care about each other by apologizing in the B-Support, and it’s shown for all her emotionless attitude, Selena can get Beruka to smile the tiniest bit while supporting her and telling Beruka that she should do the things she loves, even if that thing is work, and that Selena is her friend. (Beruka’s questioning of “Should I really bury myself in my work?” also shows that she took Selena’s earlier words of “What even makes you You if all you do is your work/only do things for money?”. So Selena’s views do impact Beruka.)
I’m rereading their A support right now and?? It’s so sweet? Selena wants to get matching jewelry for all three of them as a symbol of their connection (and for when Selena leaves) and Beruka accepts this, despite Selena requesting she not get something that doubles as a weapon, and also says she wouldn’t wear the matching jewelry if Selena were gone because it would be “lonely” and she’d only wear it if Selena were there so she wouldn’t lose it. Like? They value each other a lot. Beruka indulges Selena in this and by extension says she’s “enjoying” herself as well–something Beruka rarely does at all. 
Beruka is a little more hesitant around Camilla, but that’s likely a response to Camilla being her employer and Beruka placing so much value in her work. It’s a complicated situation for someone who isn’t as casual as Selena or Odin are with their Lord/Lady. Beruka admits she would betray Camilla if offered something better from another employer, but that possibility is so unlikely because she doesn’t think she could find anyone she trusts as much as Camilla. For an assassin, trust is a big deal. Camilla is a huge part of Beruka’s heart even if Beruka doesn’t recognize it the same way someone else might. Camilla, on her part, is pleased but orders Beruka not to throw herself away in the process because Beruka means a lot to her. Their relationship is a bit different than Camilla and Selena’s or Selena and Beruka’s because of their unique dynamic and how seriously Beruka takes herself. Camilla is somewhat less affectionate when alone with Beruka, most likely because it makes Beruka uncomfortable. The affection is still there; Beruka just doesn’t yearn for it as much and so Camilla backs off a bit. Beruka is very truthful about the realities of life–both Beruka’s job and how she’ll probably stick with Camilla forever, even if she doesn’t explicitly say so. They’re good. 
I’m getting off track again, sorry. I love character analysis. ANYWAY!
Camilla/Selena/Beruka would probably get together all at the same time because Camilla wouldn’t want anyone to misunderstand or feel left out (even if Beruka would insist she didn’t feel anything about it, she probably would.) Selena would probably push about being the Best Retainer again and Camilla would say something like, “Oh, but I love you both equally” and pull Beruka and Selena close. Selena would probably grumble something like “but do you really?” or “but who do you love more?” or something, letting a little jealousy take hold. Camilla probably wouldn’t stand for this, both on the basis that she loves them equally and that this has been probably going on for years. 
To be honest, I could see them kind of… falling into it. Like Camilla kissing Selena’s forehead or cheek, leaving a big lipstick mark behind and while Selena sputters, face red and brain reeling, Camilla does the same thing to Beruka.
“Wha–What’s that supposed to mean?” Selena asks, eyes rolling in her head and steam coming from her ears.
“I told you,” Camilla says simply. “You are both my precious, darling retainers.”
Beruka, eyes closed in thought: “Hm.” 
And before anybody can do anything else, Camilla’s like, “okay, chop-chop, we have things to do, people to kill” and they just go about doing their daily jobs and fighting battles. And anytime Selena or even Beruka tries to question it, Camilla’s like, “I told you, I love you both” and kisses their cheek again. Eventually maybe Beruka and Selena talk a little among themselves, but honestly I really see them falling into it after that. Kissing their foreheads every time they separate (never the mouth in the beginning, unless Selena or Beruka initiate because this isn’t supposed to be a pressured thing). Selena and Beruka heading off to their own rooms at night and Camilla telling them they can stay with her if they want. Selena’s a bit rowdy, but I think she’d be content with starting off like this just because it’s Camilla. (She might confront someone if anyone else tried to pull this move.)
(I take most C-A Supports for all party members as having really happened in-game eventually, so this might even be after Beruka’s support with Odin where he tries to help her understand her own emotions through mimicking facial expressions and looking within herself and stuff via lying about magic spells. So Beruka might discover a bit more about herself here too, like “Hmm, is this what love feels like? It must be.” Even though she’d probably been feeling it for a while and not recognizing it.)
Xander/Laslow
The thing about Xander/Laslow is that while Camilla and Leo have varying levels of more freedom between the two of them, Xander is The Crown Prince. He’s the one to take the throne. He has do what’s best for the people, and he’s always going to put Nohr before himself. On the flipside, Laslow is a flirt but he knows how fickle life can be and often laments the fleeting connections between people as they only have a short time in this world (he gets super melancholy in some of his supports; he hides his sadness a lot but it’s there), and I don’t think he’d want to jeopardize his relationship with Xander or put him in a bad position either. Plus, he’s super-duper homesick, so he wouldn’t want to start anything he felt he couldn’t finish either. 
I really think there’d have to be a big catalyst for their relationship to begin. One of two things probably has to happen.
1. Something really relieves Xander of his pressures as King and makes him relaxed enough to maybe request a kiss or courtship from Laslow one day, if/when Laslow ever feels he wants it, no pressure (though I don’t know what this event would be; Xander feels LOT of responsibility. Duty chains him more than anything. Even if he feels mentally exhausted by everything and restraining his feelings on top of that, he’s always going to be stuck unless something forces him to move or slackens that grip.) (Laslow, in turn, is also chained by what he feels is his obligation and memories to return to Ylisse some day, so he’s stuck a bit too.)
2. Like in Home (Is Where The Heart Is) (spoilers), Xander realizes if he doesn’t do something, he will lose Laslow forever In This Moment, Right Now and (as this is a huge fear) Goes For It via Kiss of Life or pouring his feelings out. (I really think Xander is the type of person to make huge declarations of devotion and love while Laslow melts into a huge blushing puddle in the corner while crying from being overwhelmed.) 
They would mutually pine. A Lot.
I’ve written a lot less for them but I’ve written so much already and I think at least one of these two events are really the needed qualifications for a Xander/Laslow relationship to happen in canon universe. (There are other AUs on ao3 that are super good and probably do a better job of imagination than I will here, so :p)
All three relationships probably have an undercurrent of Devotion For My Lord/Lady because they are all retainers/royals first and foremost and jobs come first, but that’s an interesting dynamic to work around in itself. 
Even if were only friendship between them all, I really like how Odin/Selena/Laslow are so willing to say, “MY Lord/Lady is the best one!” (I’m mostly thinking of the Beach DLC where everyone fought for that beach trip, whether or not their Lord/Lady wanted it.) They love the Royal Nohrians so much, no matter the context. 
(RIP Me, this is super long and I just spent the last 2 hours writing it. If there was anything you wanted me to expand on, let me know! I’m a blabber mouth.)
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Hi I was going through the Jaylos tag and saw your post, if you feel up to it would you mind writing my prompt? My prompt is : Jay and Carlos have been together for a long time and have adopted a child and now they are going back to the isle so the "grandparents" can know/meet them. I was wondering what nerves would they have? Especially Carlos with how badly his mother treated him in the past?
(THIS IS ACTUALY MY FIRST EVER ASK AND PROMPT SO THANK YOU, hopefully i can figure out how to respond [hopefully im doing it right])Writer Notes: So i decided to do a sort of prequel to this prompt. I really love it and its an interesting concept, one that ive actually thought a lot about this a lot (minus the kid). If you enjoy the way the story is going just send me an ask to continue and id be happy to. BTW im really bad at picking names so while i was writing i just wrote *insert name* when i was mentioning the kids name so i apologize if his name seems out of context. Also i suck at writing even though i love doing it so sorry in advance. But with out further a due…..
GRANDPARENTS part 1/(?)
          It’s been 15 years since they were off the Isle. None of them have thought of going back, thought they finally put that place being them. The rotten four were now living together with a new addition to the family, Jaden, Jay’s and Carlos’ son. Though the four of them raised him together it was Jay’s and Carlos’ who decided they were ready to further their relationship by having a child, asking Evie to be a sergeant. Jaden loved having two moms and two dad, he always got more toy than the other kids in daycare did and because of how cool his parents where he knew things that the other kids didn’t, like how to pickpocket some. Jay taught him that on his 4th birthday, much to Carlos’ annoying not only did he have to deal with his husband sneaking things out his pocket but now he had a kid who would steal his phone to play games on. Carlos always knew he was picking his pocket but never had the heart to tell him, he hated seeing his son upset. Which is why when Jaden comes home from school one day a little less happy Carlos was the first to catch on to it.         “Hey kiddo, how was school today?” Carlos said as Jaden and Jay walked through the front door and into the dining room. Before Jay went to the kitchen to grab some food after kissing Carlos on the cheek.         “It..was okay.”he responded with a notable pause before sitting down at the table to start his homework.           “Oh, really? Just ‘okay’? What did you do today?” Noticing something wrong Carlos got up and moved to sit next to his son at the table. There was a pause before the kid responded, noticeably trying to focus on the homework in front of him, when did first grade start sending home math problems??
          “Yeah. It was okay.” Jaden finally responded not looking up from the paper in front of him, “We had to make a family tree today. Mine was smaller than the other kids, since I only have two moms and two dads. Other kids have a bunch of people in there family.”
          Carlos felt a lump in his throat he new where this conversation was headed, luckily Jay had came back to join them. He knew that one of Carlos’ fears about parenting was that they would turn out to be like their parents. Mal shared the same concern, not trusting her own bad nature around young kids. Evie had soon reminded them that they were nothing like their parents, at least not any more. They all knew this but it was still a fear that haunted them.
           “Well how did having a small family make you feel?” Carlos said as Jay sat down next to him at the table slowly coming to realize what they were talking about.             “I like having a small family.” Jaden said with a cheerful grin, “Just.. the other kids were talking about how their grandparents would take them out and spend time with them. I just kind of wish I met my grandparents, even if they aren’t the best people. Maybe they would want to spend time with me too.” he finished starting to put his books away.            Jay gripped Carlos’ thigh under the table seeing the noticeable sadness in his face. They were starting to regret having a kid who started reading at 4. It was too early for him to be able to express these kinds of emotions. Though, kids at the age of 6 often did envy the other kids around them. Especially when their family isn’t the most nuclear.
           As Jaden left the dining room Jay and Carlos knew they needed to have a talk about the conversation they just had. “What are we going to do about this?” Jay was the first to speak up, attempting to prevent Carlos of reverting to his old habits of internalizing all of his emotions.
         “Lets just wait for the girls to come home. We need to talk about this together.” Carlos said looking up to meet Jays eye, “I think it’s time to tell him about them. It might be time to go home.” With that Carlos got out of his chair and headed into the living room, and began to clean.
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         A few hours later Mal and Evie walked into the house together. Carlos was curled up on the couch in Jay’s arms, they had finally gotten Lil Jay to sleep and were relaxing. “Hey losers.” Mal said before kissing both of them on the cheek and sitting down next to Carlos. Carlos sat up from his position on Jay just as Evie planted herself in the love seat that was perpendicular to the couch, not caring to ‘sit like a lady’. “We need to talk about our son.” Carlos said not wasting any time. All the faces in the room dropped immediately as they all got up and went to the dining room. They had decided early on that when it came time to make important decisions that they would all sit together at the table and talk about it this way all of them would be forced to face the problem rather than running from it like their teenage selves did. 
          “So is someone gonna tell us what happened?” Evie said not bothering to wait til they were seated. She knew by her friends expressions that nothing had happened to him but their looks also told her it was something to be worried about, so she was.
           “He asked about our parents. He wants to meet them, or at least wishes that he could have.” Jay says knowing Carlos, while often very vocal, didn’t have it in him to talk. 
          Mal’s and Evie’s faces both went stern. “What do you mean he asked about them?” Mal questioned with a hint of aggression.
         “In school they were doing a family tree. Which lead to some of the children telling stories about their grandparents.” Jay said not bothering to go into much detail knowing the girls were smart enough to figure the rest out.       The room fell silent. None of them knew what to say. On one hand they could just reassure their son that he’s better off not knowing his grandparents, or they could actually tell their son about them and risk him wanting to know more. With many other VKs coming over from the isle it wasn’t hard telling Jaden that they too were born over there, but neither of them went into details about what happened on the isle. But with a father that has the last name DeVil and your mothering saving the kingdom from her your grandmother it wasn’t hard to figure out who exactly your parents were related to. This was often enough for him not to ask many questions, he knew his grandparents were evil and that his parents and other kids came to Auradon because they didn’t want to be. ‘Goddamn school always ruining everything.’ Jay thought to himself, waiting for someone to break the silence.       “I think we should tell him about them. About what they did.” Carlos spoke up, “And if he still wants to meet them than we take him over there.”        The others looked at him in shock not expecting that solution to come out of his mouth. “But C, do you really think it’s a good idea to expose him to that?” Evie said sitting up in her seat and leaning her body on the table.      “He deserves to know his roots. It isn’t like he’ll have to grow up there, we’ll be there with him. None of us have went soft while being in Auridon, hell Mal works out twice a week. And the kid already knows how to sword fight.” Carlos said with agitation in his voice, “It’s the worse case scenario any way. I just wonder if we’re ready to stop running and finally face our parents.”
       Another pause. They all new they weren’t but that they needed to. They were 32 years old and still found themselves waking up from nightmares and having panic attacks in the supermarket. When they first came off the isle and defeated Maleficent all they did was run after that. Even when they went to save Ben from Uma, who was now a close friend, they did whatever it took to avoid their parents, all except for Mal of course. Til this day the four of them wondered how their parents would react to seeing them again. Would Jafar still try to make Jay steal for him or would he just attack him. Does Evil Queen still care if Evie doesn’t have a prince? How would she react to knowing that instead of a prince she had a wife, and he two best friends? Would Cruella still expect Carlos to look after her furs? Would she attempt to take advantage of Jaden? Another one of Carlos’ fears, his son being subjected to Cruella’s torture. He couldn’t count how many times he woke up from a dream where he was unable to save the boy from that fate. These were the worse nights.      “I agree with Carlos” Mal spoke up, reaching a reassuring hand out to the previously names boy. “It’s time. I know I no longer have to worry about my mother, since she died in lizard form a few years ago, but it still something that we need to deal with. Whether or not we decide to take Jaden to the isle we should talk to him about them, and take a visit there ourselves. You guys deserve closure. Besides we’re adults now and their old people. We have each other and could easily kick their asses.” With this the group laughed all silently agreeing. They sat there for a few hours discussing how they were going to address this to their son. They would be exposing him to years of their person torture. This both made them scared it would scar him and change his perception of them. Hopefully he wouldn’t want to meet them, but if he did they were ready for it. Or where they…
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leonmckennedy · 7 years
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i’ve been working on this little thing for a lil bit and im somewhat confident that i’ll actually finish it so here’s the first part. it’s heavily unedited like almost everything ive posted here: later i’ll throw it all together all neat and pretty for ao3
so here’s the tentatively titled “the one where noct gets impaled and then other shit happens”
characters: prompto + noctis centered | ignis and gladio are gonna be around somewhere
warnings: uhhhhhh there’s blood and descriptive injuries yeah? this was an excuse to write injured noct what do you want from me
parts: one (here!) | two | three 
frankly, none of them had expected their most recent dungeon to be so…. exhaustingly long. several hours and many long, daemon infested corridors later and the party is still trudging along, bodies battle-torn and sluggish. ignis had predicted they were halfway there four hours ago but they’re no closer to the end now than they were before; gladio’s patience has begun to run thin, and even prompto has gone quiet, his nervous jokes and chatter dying in the midst of a silent sort of paranoia. walk down a hall, navigate through rubble, fend off a surprise daemon attack. it’s a pattern that while familiar, still has them all on the balls of their feet.
“noct,” ignis says after a beat. they’ve all come to a stop at the end of one particularly long hallway, where a large door greets them. “i believe we need to consider turning back for now.” ignis sounds put-together as usually, but even his voice has a tired edge to it, like his even exhales are exasperated. “we are running dangerously low on supplies, and we don’t know how much longer this will take.”
“hate to admit it, but he’s probably right.” gladio is leaning against a wall, arms crossed tightly. “we’ve been up for how long? two days? we’re all starting to get sloppy.”
prompto, who had been staring rather blankly at the door in front of them, turns his head almost too quickly. “break time? we’re taking a break?”
“if the prince here agrees.”
noctis frowns. some part of him, some hidden well of pride, doesn’t want to quit. they’ve already spent so much time here that it’d almost feel like losing to turn back now. but there’s another part, the oh so tired part of him that just wants to flop down on a bed (or sleeping bag) and just pass out for ten or so hours tugs at the forefront of his mind, and the sigh tumbles out of him before he can stop it.
“yeah. maybe we should.”
the relief among the group is unanimous: prompto gives an excited “yesss!” which is the most energy noctis has heard from him since maybe five floors ago, while ignis and gladio give assenting noises dripping with relief.
noctis himself feels his own shoulders slump with just the idea of sleeping later. he isn’t sure about the rest of them, but he’s already hit his second, and third, and fourth wind while down here. there’s a deep exhaustion settled deep in his bones, and it’s been the thin hope of good treasure that’s been keeping his sword hand marginally steady. he’s tired, he’s dirty, and he’s ready for the no-dignity-required retreat to the exit.
“alright, let’s head back u—”
it really shouldn’t have been a surprise. they’ve barely turned on their heels when the garbled sound of a daemon forming assaults their ears. they all respond with varying degrees of frustration, summoning their weapons and taking admittedly weak stances before the thing has finished materializing.
but the thing that crawls its way out of the shadows isn’t a goblin or any small manner of daemon. not even an iron giant, who is threatening but big and easy to spot at any moment. instead, almost sauntering its way out from the far wall, is a threateningly human-like monster. with a sword. a very long sword. facing a newx probably very threatening enemy is usually a cause for concern, but it’s been such a long, arduous adventure that noctis can’t bring himself to care.
“ugh, every time!” noctis says, groaning as he brandishes his broadsword. He barely hears the response to his complaint — probably something from gladio telling him to pay attention — before he’s warping to the enemy, trying to get the edge on this fight.
the daemon meets him head on however, blocking his attack swiftly and pushing back enough to make him stumble. he dodges its attack, rolling just out of the way to avoid prompto’s covering fire for gladio’s eventual jump into the fray. the daemon takes the hit, stumbles, and counterattacks quickly, seemingly unfazed by gladio’s sword.
noctis goes for it again, only to be dodged and kicked into the wall, banging his shoulder. no sooner does he connect with the wall does the daemon head for him again, barely a second to spare for noct to phase through the attack. he jumps away, guard raised. “fuck, you’re fast.”
he can see bullets bouncing off the monster’s back, another attack seeming not to have any effect. noctis can’t see its eyes, but the way it turns to regard prompto seems calculating, and it takes noctis all of five seconds to realize what it’s next move is, and another half second afterwards to move himself.
it moves quickly. it avoids gladio and ignis’ joint attack effortlessly as it appears before prompto in the blink of an eye, sword raised. the gunman barely had time to scream proper, only a high-pitched squeal, almost a choke, rises above the chaos in the room. noctis doesn’t think twice about warping over, heart hammering against his chest as he thinks not prompto, no—
he almost doesn’t feel it at first, the sword through his gut. for a split second he only registers the coolness of the steel against his skin, and the way it takes his breath away. then it becomes a searing pain, the steel ripping its way through what is probably a lot of important organs, and in a literal breathless rush he cries out, desperate.
it hurts, it fucking hurts— the daemon doesn’t even make a sound, the bastard. he brings his hands up to the offending weapon, curling his fingers defensively around the sword and wound as if he could coax it to stop bleeding, to stop burning for just a moment. his fingers slip in his own blood as noctis can’t gather the breath to even scream again. slowly, ever so slowly, the daemon moves. and in a horrifying second that feels like an eternity, he feels his feet leave the ground. he’s been lifted, held up in mid air by the gut like he’s some macabre trophy to be shown off.
far away, he thinks hears his name. he hears bullet shots, yelling, the familiar chink of metal weapons. soon enough the daemon must tire of him, because it suddenly tosses him in the other direction. he slides off the sword — and it's not a perfect slide either, the metal widens the hole as it goes, catching on his skin as it exits — and lands in a heap somewhere on the side. noctis gasps, gets next to no air from the action so he gasps again, coughing.
soon, there’s a hand on his shoulder, shaky. “noct! noct, oh gods…. hold on!”
he’s turned onto his back. it doesn’t hurt because everything else already hurts too much, but he groans anyway, trying to blink the dark spots out of his vision. everything still comes out blurry.
“hey, hey— stay with me, okay? J-just… you’re gonna be okay, alright? noct...noct.” there’s a hand cradling the back of his head. noctis wouldn’t have noticed if not for it’s shaking. “noct, hey… shit—!”
what happens next is hard for noctis to discern. one moment he’s lying on a hard surface, trembling fingers raking desperately through his hair, and the next he’s falling, a muffled scream the last thing he hears before he succumbs to sleep, all numb pain and darkness.
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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like random.
Stranger: hi?
You: hi
You: you gonna say anything?
You: what?
Stranger: what did i just say?
Stranger: i dunno
You: ok
Stranger: where you from?
You: uk
You: you?
Stranger: Philippines
You: nice
Stranger: how old are you?
You: im 21
Stranger: same as me
You: how old are you?
You: oh cool
Stranger: yeah
You: but i can't actually see you
You: so you could be very old
You: hi
Stranger: im not that old
Stranger: hi
You: you seem sweet
Stranger: why thank you
Stranger: i could say the same to you
You: thanks
You: do you study?
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: nearly done in college in a few months
You: wow
Stranger: how about you?
You: i'm only in my first year
You: i study fine art
Stranger: i'm in my last semester
Stranger: wow
Stranger: i study information technology
You: that sounds both boring and interesting
You: at the same time
Stranger: yeah,it's boring and interesting at the same time
Stranger: though teachers would be the one who's boring
You: yeah
You: teaching IT sounds like hell
Stranger: it doesn't sound like hell, it is hell itself
You: my apologies
Stranger: some teachers don't really know how to teach properly
You: *most
Stranger: so we have to study it ourselves
You: yeah
You: it's like that in art
You: anything you want to know you have to teach ypurself
Stranger: yeah, right to the point
You: what time is it there
Stranger: it's 8:14 p,
Stranger: pm
You: time for bed
Stranger: and there? nahh..
Stranger: my bedtime is 12:00 am
You: it's 12:25
You: it's good to have a bed time
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: even though the bed time is very late
You: do you dream much?
Stranger: sometimes
Stranger: but most of the time i don't want to dream
Stranger: it's freaks me out
You: what kind of nightmares to you have
You: if they stop you from wanting to dream?
Stranger: i always get sleep paralysis
You: oooh man i've had that it's so trippy
Stranger: i have a hard time breathing when i have that
Stranger: some dreams that you don't want to remember
Stranger: i forgot most of them though
You: thats something at least
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: some of it felt too real
You: i once had a dream that my dad turned into a giant spider and tried to rape me
Stranger: well that's something
Stranger: i had a dream once a mascot kicked my mother in the face, and when i woke up i was leterally crying,i don't know why
You: what
You: ?
Stranger: that was true
Stranger: a mascot kicked my mother in the face,and when i woke up,i was crying about it
You: poor you
Stranger: that was not a very nice dream, i must admit
You: my dreams are always so psychological
Stranger: i really had a hard time sleeping after that
Stranger: how?
You: always invole violence/sex and family members
Stranger: i also do get astral projections...
You: wow i want to hear all about them
Stranger: like i was seeing myself sleeping or i was floating and seeing some people having conversations
You: that's a gift
Stranger: after watching insidious,i got scared
You: you get scared a lot
Stranger: nope
Stranger: just sometimes
You: ok
Stranger: i had this dream once, someone or something was chasing us,we were really scared, i do't even know who I was with
Stranger: don't
You: those are fairly common
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: but it was really scary though
You: yeah the weird creatures my mind thinks up are so much scarier than any horror film
Stranger: yeah, i can definitely relate to that
Stranger: so,what do you like about fine arts?
You: just the freedom to do whatever i want
You: because everything is art
Stranger: do you paint?
You: i used to
Stranger: used to?
You: but these days i do sound and video based pieces
Stranger: that's popular nowadays
You: yeah
You: it's the future
Stranger: what kind do you paint?
You: i used to do landscapes in oils
Stranger: that's nice
Stranger: do you do abstract?
You: not really
You: but i'd like to
Stranger: I'm really amazed to those who paint tabstract
Stranger: abstract
Stranger: really creative
You: some people do it so well, but with others it just looks shit
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: it looks like they just put together some paints for the sake of having a painting
You: nothing worng with that though
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: some people appreciate their work
You: the only thing that bothers me is if a piece isn't interesting
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: i like paintings with dark setting
You: ooo edgy
You: sorry
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: that's fine
You: hold on
Stranger: alright
You: i'll show you some of my work
Stranger: wow
Stranger: really?I would love to
You: you won't like it though
You: probably
Stranger: we'll have to see
Stranger: first
You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar4VRG9UidQ
Stranger: that was nice
You: you like?
Stranger: i like things like that
Stranger: yeaahh
Stranger: veru
Stranger: very
You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=7lPe3lyn56I
You: check out this one
Stranger: that was funny
Stranger: i've seen a lot worse in the dark web
You: you go on the dark web?
Stranger: sometimes
Stranger: but i stopped
You: casue it was tto weird?
Stranger: nah
Stranger: it was too immersing
Stranger: once you go there, you will just get more curious
Stranger: and it was too risky
You: how do you get onto it?
Stranger: you download certain apps
Stranger: and you have to use vpn, not you isp
Stranger: to hide you ip address
You: ok....
You: interesting
Stranger: does fine arts involves poems?or not?
You: yeah
You: fine art is about poetry sometimes
Stranger: actually, what i really wanted to get was english literature
Stranger: but there were no such course here,it was just a subject
You: awww man
You: that sucks
Stranger: i do have a lot of written poems
Stranger: yeah..
Stranger: it sucks
You: you should try to publish them
Stranger: i tried letting others see it, but they just stole the poem from me and told others that they are the ones who made them
You: wow
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: i was really pissed
You: was that an official publishing company or people online?
Stranger: and my poems are too scary for others to see or read
Stranger: personally
Stranger: it was my classmate in high school who did it
You: ah
Stranger: i write poems in my notebook
You: i don't think a publisher would do that
Stranger: i let them read it,what I didn't know was they started to copy it without my permission
You: oh well i guess maybe they'll get found in your notebook and get famous after you die
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: people get known and remembered when they die
You: i'm crossing my fingers on that one
You: cause i don't think i'd enjoy being famous while alive
Stranger: it's too much work when you get famous while you're alive,i agree with that
Stranger: and fame changes people
You: if i ever get famous i wanna be like a d-lister or something
You: just enough to stroke my ego everynow and then, not so much it's a hasstle
Stranger: yeah,i get that
Stranger: just for once in while but not everyday
You: yeah
Stranger: but sometimes,you just can't get enough of dreaming that you're famous
You: daydreaming is like an actual hobby for me at this pint
You: point
Stranger: it is for me too
Stranger: when i don't do anything, i day dream
You: ok can i ask you something?
Stranger: yeah,sure
You: i want to know your opinion
You: cause i've been daydreaming a bit about dragons lately
Stranger: game of thrones?
Stranger: hahahah
You: no
You: not like that
Stranger: okay
You: hear me out
You: i mean
Stranger: okay
Stranger: sorry for interupting
You: what if it was like the typical princess in a tower with a dragon story
You: but you end up with the dragon
Stranger: oohhh
Stranger: does the dragon become a prince?
Stranger: or not?
You: nah, the dragon kicks the princes ass
Stranger: it would be too cliched it the dragon was aprince
You: and the dragon has a sexy human form
Stranger: you're toying with me,aren't you?
You: no
Stranger: seriously?
You: i really daydream about this sometimes
Stranger: the dragon kicks the princess' ass?
Stranger: what the?
You: no
You: no
Stranger: oohhh
You: the dragon kicks the prince's ass
Stranger: sorry
You: not the pirncess
Stranger: i misunderstood
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: actually ,that be more realistic
Stranger: how come a human can defeat a dragon with just a petty sword,right?
You: exactly
Stranger: that would be nice
You: and then you end up living happily ever after with your dragon boyfriend/girlfriend
Stranger: but the question is,how does the dragon end up with the princess?
You: the dragon kindnaps the princess usually
You: but maybe that's creey here?
Stranger: was the dragon instructed to kidnap the princess or no?
You: maybe the dragon just did it cause he wanted to?
You: that's bad i know
Stranger: because the dragon loves her or just wants to eat her?
You: the dragon likes her
You: wnats to protect her from the evil prince
Stranger: then they should have a back story
Stranger: a back story that the dragon and princess met before
You: childhood friends?
Stranger: how about the dragon was the last of their kind?
Stranger: and then it was hidden in a secret dungeon
You: :O
You: poor baby drgon :(
Stranger: the princess accidentally finds that dungeon and then, voila,childhood friends
You: yep
You: when he escapes he takes her with him
Stranger: that would make sense rather than the dragon just roaming around
Stranger: yeahh
Stranger: he took her with him because the prince just wanted the throne and not her
You: the prince was like joffrey?
Stranger: and the prince has a plan to kill her eventually
Stranger: joffrey was a sadist
Stranger: let's try, the prince was nice when there are others but is joffrey when no one is around
You: yeah
You: yeah that's good i like it
Stranger: like a hypocrite prince
You: she also knew the pince growing up
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: and is scared of him but the princess' parents doesn't know about him
You: mmmm
You: now how does the dragon confess to her?
Stranger: that would be tricky
Stranger: when the dragon doesn't even speak human
You: well i guess he'll have to use... other ways
Stranger: what specificaly?
Stranger: would you enlighten me?
You: ...with his body
Stranger: would it be compatible?
You: yeah i mean
You: he has a more human form that he is sometimes
You: but when he's in human form he still has a tail and yellow eyes
Stranger: he'd look like a devil
Stranger: in an anime
You: maybe im into that
Stranger: yeahh
Stranger: i know what you mean
Stranger: or the princess becomes a dragon too
You: how would that work?
Stranger: the prince' mother was a witch,and then they cursed her
You: like he bites her and she becomes part dargon too?
You: ohhhh
You: ok
Stranger: it would be too cliched if the dragon becomes human
You: but i feel like if she becomes a dragon then we are just writing shrek right now
Stranger: i like the donkey dragons there
You: maybe they just get it on despite their differences?
Stranger: i can't imagine that
Stranger: no one can,ever
You: but when i say dragon i mean like maybe smaug
You: not the one from shrek
Stranger: i was thinking about the dragons from game of thrones
You: whatever floats your boat man
Stranger: was the dragon a pterodactyl?that would be awkward
You: woah.. dinosaurs in the story now??
Stranger: does it look like that?
Stranger: yeah,for a change
You: a dinosaur gangbang?
Stranger: what kind of princess are we talking about?
Stranger: that's no princess
You: she is hw she is
Stranger: what kind of parents does she have to be like that? XD
You: carzy scientist ones
You: that bring back dinosaurs from the dead
Stranger: this story is getting a different path
You: yeah this is like a jurassic park porno now
You: i bet one exists
Stranger: like chris pratt getting gangbanged?
You: you know he wants it
Stranger: the title would be "Raptors gangbanged Chrsi Pratt, and he likes it"
You: "blonde hunk get taken by a brontasaurus"
Stranger: that would get a million views in a second
You: so... why aren't we making this then
Stranger: let's do this!
You: we could be millionaires
Stranger: i agree
Stranger: we could be richer than bill gates because of this
You: ok so which one of us is gonna do the "bringing dinos back to life part"?
You: and which of us should be the film director
Stranger: you should be the film director
You: yeah makes sense
Stranger: i'll do the other one
You: you study a kind of sciene and i study art
Stranger: we make a good combination
You: but in all seriousness i do wanna make out with a dragon
You: no shame
Stranger: really?
You: yeah
You: in human form though
Stranger: i wanna make out with a devil XD
Stranger: either will do
You: watch what he does with those horns
Stranger: i could latch myself onto them without worries
You: see... we're all secretly into this stuff really
Stranger: yeah
You: most just don't admit it
Stranger: couldn't have said it any better
You: i think maybe i just like the idea of being with a supernatural being
Stranger: like bella and edward?
You: no
You: i have way more personality than her
Stranger: true
Stranger: no doubt about that
You: and i wouldn't wanna be with a guys that was so boring and old fashioned
Stranger: yeahh
You: i like openminded peoplpe
Stranger: not vampires
Stranger: they're boring
You: they're all depressing and shit
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: they all have that deepest and darkest secret shit going all around them
You: yeah f that
Stranger: a shapeshifter would be good to have
You: oooo YES
Stranger: yeahhhh
You: i didn't even think of that
Stranger: i just thought of it
Stranger: he can be whatever youo want even a dragon or a devil
You: think of all the possibilities
You: unlinited dicks
Stranger: dicks everywhere
You: just a giant ball of dicks
Stranger: that would be pretty plesaurable
Stranger: pleasurable
Stranger has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like random.
Stranger: DRAGON
You: yo
Stranger: YO
You: its you
You: the girl who likes devils!
Stranger: yeahhh
Stranger: and we are the girls who love shapeshifters
You: how do you feel about werewolves?
You: the invisible man?
Stranger: invisible man?
Stranger: that would be exciting
Stranger: you wouldn't know where he is or what's he gonna do
You: exactly....
You: you'd just go to sit down on a chair
You: and it's be his lap
Stranger: and he'll do the rest for ya
You: it works cause it's simpple
Stranger: definitely
Stranger: how's it going for the dragon/dinosaur gangbang?
You: well... can't find any actors who could take a giant dragon dick
You: so not well
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: that'd be too hard to cast
You: but the cinematographer ir great
Stranger: yeah,the plot is very easy
Stranger: just a princess getting gangbanged
You: so pterodactyl is like on her? and there a brachoisaurus watching
Stranger: and the dragon?
Stranger: so it's a foursome?
You: i feel like to dragon is almost too sweet to be involved
Stranger: yeah
You: i feel like the dragon really loves her
Stranger: he genuinely loves the princess to do that
Stranger: so dinosaurs kidnapped the princess from the dragon and then gangbanged her
You: yeah
Stranger: we really do make a good team
You: and after they have their way with her the dragon comes to rescue
Stranger: but it was too late because she was ravished thoroughly XD
You: you get me
Stranger: ravished being the word XD
You: what if she gets pregnant and has dino babies
Stranger: half dino half human
Stranger: that'd be new
You: i imagine dragon wouldn't be very happy
Stranger: he'd go berserk
You: he's posessive over her
You: tries to make her get an abortion
Stranger: what if the dragon was too late in rescuing her and other form found her, the centaurs
Stranger: we should involve everyone in this
You: omg she just get pounded by all the creatures in the land
Stranger: that'd be unfair for them if we didn't
Stranger: she literally became a sex slave in an instant
Stranger: she should've stayed with the prince
You: and killed him in his sleep
You: and then been queen
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: that'd be an easy way
Stranger: what a foolish princess we have
You: luckily we are not so foolish
Stranger: getting attracted with the size of that dragon XD
Stranger: luckily
You: well who can resist ;)
Stranger: yeahhh
Stranger: true
You: ah... if you could choose anyone to look like the dragon (in human form) who would it be?
Stranger: a man with a hard facial features definitely
You: don't fully know what that means
You: pick a famous person
Stranger: let me think for a while
You: ok
You: ok
Stranger: this is a serious matter
You: this is an important decision
You: think it through
Stranger: we can't make a mistake
You: you know wonho?
You: maybe him
Stranger: him?
You: yeah
Stranger: nahh
Stranger: chanyeol would be too cute
You: is he one of the ones from exo? i don't know them too well
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: the cute one who has big ears
You: ooo i see isee
Stranger: g dragon would fit in a way
Stranger: oooh oohh
You: yeah
Stranger: TOP would be best
You: BUT G dragon is too obvious
Stranger: yeaahh
You: top works!]
You: yes
Stranger: Yeah,TOP with that voice,ooohhh lovely
Stranger: who wouldn't fall for that
You: we've cast the dragon!
Stranger: finally!
Stranger: our hard work is paying off
You: do you think he'll do it?
You: i'll contact his agent
Stranger: yeah,of course,for a hefty price
Stranger: contact YG Entertainment right now!
You: "hey YG, do you think TOP would like to star as a dragon in our porno?"
Stranger: "Yep,definitely!"
Stranger: "He could do it for free"
You: he'd have to leave the millitary to do it though
Stranger: And there we have it,ladies and gentlemen.TOP is our dragon!
You: perfect
You: this is a piece of art
Stranger: who would be our princess
Stranger: ?
Stranger: she should look dumb and vulnerable
You: idk but i kinda want jungkook to be the princess
You: lol
Stranger: jungkook?
Stranger: that's would be just a cross dresser not a princess
You: a princess could be a boy?
Stranger: and it's a TRAP!
You: ok ok
You: i don't know many girl groups
Stranger: I only approve of 2ne1
You: which one?
Stranger: Bom
Stranger: she looks too innocent and she's perfect for the role
You: yeah i can imagine her getting pounded by dinos
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: without her resisting the gang bang
You: who's the evil prince?
Stranger: seung ri
Stranger: he look pretty evil to me
You: yeah
You: i get american psycho vibes from him
Stranger: have you watched that movie?
You: yes
Stranger: american psycho?
Stranger: hahahahahaha
Stranger: that was too funny
You: cause seungri is actually a ceo of some company now
You: a restaurant chain
Stranger: wow
You: and seeing him getting ready for work on a tvshow was like watching american psycho i swear
Stranger: didn't know about that
Stranger: and he's always with a suit and tie on
You: it's cause he can't put an outfit together to save his life
Stranger: definitely true
Stranger: so we've cast the dragon,princess and evil prince
Stranger: this is the crucial part
Stranger: casting the infamous dinosaurs
You: i almost wanted to cast jyp at the evil prince though
You: oh yeah the dinosaurs
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: the pterodactyl first
You: maybe he's the prince's dad
Stranger: i would like to vote dae sung for that
You: it juu#st hit me how weird this is
Stranger: his face fits the pterdactyl part
Stranger: hahahahahahaha
Stranger: well it's fun being weird sometimes XD
You: would g dragon be one of the centaurs
Stranger: tae yang would be the centaur because of his abs
Stranger: and g dragon would be the harpy XD
You: harpy?
Stranger: half human half bird
You: i just google them
You: wow
Stranger: hahahaha
You: poor guy
Stranger: he's demoted to being a harpy XD
You: shownu feels like a dinosaur to me
You: he's one of the big dumb ones
You: that eats grass
Stranger: the one with the long neck?
You: yes!!!
Stranger: hahahah
Stranger: he really was made to be that dinosaur
You: you know lil mark from nct? he's one of those tiny lil dinosaurs that raom about
You: probably not involved in the action just wandering around neareby
Stranger: yeahhh
Stranger: he looks weird XD
Stranger: he would fit into the dinosaur task
Stranger: isn't he a bit young for this?XD
You: yeah that's why he's not really involved
You: just an extra
You: in the forrest in the background
Stranger: a passerby perhaps?
You: yeah
Stranger: a passerby while a princess is getting gangbanged? XD
Stranger: he would die in shock
You: he probably goes and tells dragon what's been happening
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: he'd be the little messenger
Stranger: we should give him wings,like icarus
You: awwww
Stranger: and now greek mythology is getting involve
You: who be Zeus tho??
You: cause he fucked with everybody
Stranger: yeah
You: he's like an oldschool artist
Stranger: it should be a flirty one
You: one of shinhwa?
Stranger: would johnny depp do?
Stranger: the man looks flirty to me
You: man i hate johnny depp
Stranger: and he's like he's always drunk
You: have you seen recent pics of him?
You: they're crazy?
Stranger: everybody hates zeus
Stranger: hahahahah
Stranger: he looks like a drug addict XD
Stranger: very different when he was young
You: (not to be a bitch but) i bet he is
Stranger: i guess everybody in their industry does
You: wasn't there also that scandal about him abusing his wife
You: ?
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: amber heard
You: she heard what?
You: sorry
Stranger: amber heard was his wife
You: i know i was making a terrible jin joke
Stranger: okay
Stranger: sorry about that
Stranger: we've cast all of them
You: i think so
Stranger: should we now make the productions?
You: which company are we gonna work with?
Stranger: we should involve elon musk for futuristic reasons
You: i like your style
Stranger: for the dinosaur thing
Stranger: we need him for that
Stranger: thank you
You: but what if he wants to have a dino gangbang for himself
You: he'd lock them up
Stranger: ohh no
Stranger: we should make a deal with him
Stranger: he can have them after the productions and shootings are over
You: i bet he'd give them all collars
Stranger: yeah
You: make them wear a leash
You: bastard
Stranger: and drag them around town XD
Stranger: maybe he'd hit them with a flogger
You: make them touch each other while he watches
You: he's sick
Stranger: right in the head
Stranger: that's his sexual fetish
You: just being sick?
You: anything terrible he's into it
Stranger: i approve of that
You: even eating shit?
Stranger: the man just launched a tesla onto space
Stranger: that'd be too gross but i guess he's into it
You: whats a tesla
Stranger: a car
You: oh
You: wait
You: why would he pt a car in space?
Stranger: i dunno
Stranger: maybe he's too rich not to do it?
You: i guess
You: it's been awesome to talk to you
Stranger: yeah,it's been awesome
Stranger: do you have instagram?
You: not really....
You: this is a cringe question
You: but
You: do you have a tumblr?
Stranger: i do have the app
You: ahhh
You: ok my instagram is erinawhyde
You: i haven't used it in a while tho
You: i need to start using it
Stranger: is this it?
You: yeah
Stranger: are these your work?
You: yeah i have a microscope i take pics with
Stranger: they're fantastic
You: cool
Stranger: really
You: i should really get around to posting all the other pics i take
Stranger: they're way too awesone
You: well then look forward to more!!
Stranger: yeah
You: i'll try to post some tonight
Stranger: i'd be your number 1 fan
You: you're so sweet
Stranger: I'll try promoting our story XD
You: me too
Stranger: the dinosaur gang bang
Stranger: wait
Stranger: what would be the title?
You: the dino gangbang ft dragon
Stranger: the dragon is only a featuring?
Stranger: hahahaha
You: it would be called "TOPped by a dragon"
Stranger: you really are a prodigy
You: i'm just too witty
Stranger: a genius
Stranger: no doubt about that
You: do you know if instagram has a chat function?
You: or anything like that
Stranger: yeah it does
You: alrighty them
You: then
You: i'll talk to you again sometime
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: we have to continue with our stories after all
You: i'll write the script
You: send you a draft in the morning
Stranger: and i'll think of a plot
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: please do
You: yay
Stranger: we have to make it quick
You: it was cool meeting you
You: good luck with stuff and thingsd#
Stranger: it was a pleasure meeting someone with the same mind XD
You: SAME
Stranger: really SAME
You: goodnight (sleep well)
You: don't have any bad dreams!
Stranger: goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite!
Stranger: Hope so
You: (it's afternoon here)
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: i forgot
Stranger: well
You: but thankyou anywya##ay
Stranger: have a great day then
You: you too!
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Tale as Old as Time - Prologue
Rami!Prince Adam x Reader
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Summary: A prince cursed. A young woman aching for adventure. The classic tale of seeing beauty within.
Word Count: 1.6k
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A/N: Okay, y’all we’re kicking off fairy tales with Beauty and the Beast with Rami! I’m putting my own spin on the classic tales, so this isn’t the prologue you’re familiar with. Even so, I hope you enjoy!
Warning(s): None!
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Prologue here we go!!!
A frigid wind stirred the young prince from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked around, pulling his covers tighter around him. He was frightened, but he thought that twelve was too old to be calling for his mother. His eyes began to adjust and he took in the familiar forms of his bedroom furniture. 
He rolled over. His window was mysteriously wide open. With a sigh, he threw the blankets off and padded over to close it. The cold night air made him shiver. As he reached out to push the glass back into the frame, the door burst open.
Startled, he whipped around, coming face to face with his mother. She was white as a ghost and her hair was falling out of its usual neat bun. It frightened him to see her so frantic.
“Rami,” she panted. “Rami, we must leave. Now. Your father, he - he’s done something. We’re not safe here.”
Fear crawled to the front of his heart.
“What’s going on?” he wondered.
“Shh! Keep your voice low,” she whispered. “I can’t explain now, but we don’t have much time. Hurry, pack your things!”
He dashed over to his wardrobe. He snatched up a bag, some clothes, and his traveling cloak. He stepped into his boots and looked back at his mother as he tied them on. She kept glancing between the door and window, as if any second, some monster might appear there and it would be too late.
“Okay, Mother, I’m ready,” he said.
“Come on, quick,” she hissed, taking his hand.
They hurried down the corridor, faster than Rami’s legs could carry him. He had never seen his mother in such a panic, and his mind was awhirl with questions. Somehow, he understood that he could ask none of them until they were safely away.
The walls of the palace felt suddenly like bars on a jail, and he and his mother were making a desperate break for freedom. He wondered where his father was and what he could have done to force them to such desperation. 
At the end of the hall, Rami saw the chaos. Servants were fleeing with all their belongings. The housekeeper, Mrs. Carson, was begging them to stay, tears streaming down her face. 
“You can’t abandon them now!” she cried to one of the footmen. 
“I ain’t stickin’ to find out what that crazy woman’s gonna do to him!” he shot back, and then took off.
The queen brought Rami to a halt, and pushed him up against the wall, pressing herself beside him. She watched carefully until the way was clear. She even waited for Mrs. Carson to leave. Rami found this odd. Mrs. Carson was one of the most trusted people in the palace. What could be so bad that she couldn’t know he and his mother were leaving? Who was the crazy woman the footman was talking about? 
“Mother, what’s -” Rami began, unable to stand it anymore.
“Hush!” she snapped. “Please, my darling, I’ll explain everything later.”
Tears of hurt and confusion welled up in his eyes, but he nodded resolutely.
Slowly, they crept down the main hall to the stairs. It was a back stairwell that led to the corridor just outside the throne room. As they flew down the stairs, the noise became louder. Rami heard a hideous screech, so piercing that he stopped and covered his ears.
“Keep moving!” his mother cried over the din. “Please, Rami!”
More frightened than ever, he pushed on, following his mother as closely as possible. They had to sneak by the small entrance to the throne room, where he peered in and saw a woman - the most beautiful he had ever seen. But terrifying. She was golden all over, from her hair to the hem of her dress, and appeared to glow as she glided toward the king. 
“All these years, you have kept the debt you owed me,” she said. 
Her voice was musical. A sweet soprano with a dangerous edge.
“Please,” the king heaved through a deep breath. He was struggling to stand as well. “I’ll give you anything you want...I just -”
“It’s too late!” she barked at him. “That debt was owed long ago. Now, you will pay the ultimate price.”
She got closer to the king. Rami’s eyes went wide.
“Come, Rami,” the queen urged her son, taking his hand again. “We must hurry.”
They bustled away, but Rami heard his father’s scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears fall now.
The prince and queen burst out to the snowy yard, making for the stables. She quickly began saddling her horse with their small bags of essentials. She helped Rami up first and then mounted behind him, wrapping her arms around his thin frame. She took a pause.
“No matter what happens, Rami, know that I love you very much,” she said, with such intensity that at first Rami struggled to respond.
“I love you too, Mother,” he finally choked out.
She smiled, and for a moment, nothing was happening. She was the mother he always knew - warm, calm, and kind. But the moment was fleeting, and they had to go. She pressed her heels into the horse’s side and they made their way through the garden.
Rami absurdly took notice of the roses. His mother had grown them herself, and other than Rami, they were her pride and joy. Each bloom was a deep, rich red. They looked like blood against the white of the snow.
They went through the garden at a slow clip clop. The queen was staying low, forcing Rami to do the same. It was clear she didn’t want to draw attention to them. They were just feet from the gate.
Suddenly, a shadow swept over them, and the golden woman appeared, blocking their path. She smiled, but it was not friendly. It was a threat. Rami could feel his mother’s trembling with his own.
“Whatever my husband owed you, we will pay it twice over, just -”
“Silence!” the woman shouted, with an upstroke of her arm.
The horse whinnied and reared back, throwing the queen and prince off. Rami heard his mother’s cry of surprise and the thud of her hitting the ground. Frightened, he scrambled to his knees to look over. She was alarmingly still.
He could not focus on the heartbreak. The golden woman was bearing down on him. The prince recoiled, trying to get away, but he wasn’t fast enough. The woman was upon him. He looked at her through watery eyes, skin burning from where the cold brushed his wet cheeks.
“I can’t let you carry on the line of traitors,” she said.
“I - I haven’t done anything to you,” Rami stammered. “Don’t you know mercy, enchantress?”
She smirked, but the expression made him feel sick.
“I do know mercy, child,” she said. “Your punishment will not be to die. You will live, but not as yourself.”
“W-what do you mean?” he questioned.
“You will see,” she returned ominously.
She held out her hand. With wide eyes, he watched gold orbs float toward him. Millions of them, lighting up his face and clothes. It was almost peaceful.
Then. 
Excruciating pain. Every muscle felt like it was ripping apart. He shrieked and thrashed on the ground, unaware of the biting chill of the snow. His body felt like it was on fire, from his eyes to his toes, like he was contorting and stretching unnaturally. Just when he thought she was killing him, it stopped.
Chest heaving and tears falling, Rami caught his breath. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavier than he remembered. He also felt warmer than he was earlier. He looked around and saw his clothes in shreds around him. He looked wildly up at the enchantress.
“What have you done?” he demanded, but his voice was not his own. It was deeper and had a growl he was not accustomed to.
She held out her hand, and a golden hand mirror appeared there. She held it out to him. He took it and turned the glass toward himself. He bit back another scream.
His face was gone! He was covered in hair. Sharp teeth protruded from his mouth. Horns sat on his head. The hand holding the mirror was actually a grizzly paw, with claws and everything. More tears formed. His eyes were all that remained of the body he was born with.
“What have you done?” he asked again, trying to ignore the rumbly sound from his chest.
“I am keeping you from marrying,” she said. “This is a curse, child.”
His lip trembled, and he wished that he had not begged for this kind of mercy.
“Before you despair, hope is not lost,” she continued. She plucked a rose from the bush beside her and offered it to him the same way she had the mirror. “This rose will bloom until your twenty-fifth year. You have until the last petal falls.”
“To do what?” he wondered.
“To find true love,” she said. “True love will break the curse.”
“But how can I find true love as a - a beast?!”
“You will have to find a love to see the prince beneath the beast,” she explained. “True love finds beauty within.”
“And if I don’t find true love in time?” he asked.
“Then you will remain a beast until the end of your days,” she said solemnly. 
“This is cruel,” he whimpered.
“It is payment,” she returned sternly. “Farwell, little prince. And good luck.”
With a wicked laugh, she faded away, leaving Rami stricken in the snow. He had never felt so helpless. He had no family, he lost his body, and he had an impossible task. He looked at himself in the mirror again. 
Who could ever learn to love a beast?
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