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sheraphic · 3 years

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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author's note; hi there anon, sorry for the waiting but here it is your request, hope you like it.

warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」

It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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florencepugh = 💜

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Accidentally Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 8 | I think my guest celebrity taste tester may have something to do with.

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself. This is the last chapter! Thank you for sticking around! I maybe bring these two back for more adventures.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: With feelings revealed and reciprocated, Tom and Molly move ahead in their relationship. Happily ever after?

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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Tom called Chris later that day and made apologies.

“Nah, man. I was out of line. Just wanted a bit of what you and Molly have. She’s a great girl.”

“She is. The best. No hard feelings?”

“Buy me a beer the next we meet?”

“I’ll buy you two. Thanks for understanding.”

“Just don’t tell Robert. I would never hear the end of it.”

“Of course. Now I have some things to attend to.”

“Tell Molly I have to raincheck on lunch. Sounds like she has more important things to do. “

Tom just smiled.

Three Months Later

“It’s so nice to have all you here.” Diana gazed around the table. “Emma, would you be a dear and clear the plates?”

Emma caught Tom’s eye, and he quickly got up. Molly choked on a roasted potato.

“I’ll take care of it, Mum.” Tom grabbed several dishes and disappeared into the kitchen.

Molly leaned over to Emma. “You know if you keep blackmailing Tom into doing all the chores around your mum, he’s going to keep being her favorite.”

“Tom!” Emma popped up as Molly smirked. “I’ll help too.” She jogged off to the kitchen to help.

“So what are you doing these days, darling? I noticed you haven’t had as much time for lunch.”

“I have been busy cooking.” Tom walked back in and Molly pulled him in for a kiss. “Tom suggested it.”

Tom sat back down and pulled Molly close to him. “Your food is too good not to share with the world, love.” Tom’s stubble tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in.

“Stop it!” She playfully smacked his chest. “It’s just a blog and an Instagram account. Nothing fancy.”

“You are too modest. An Instagram with over 500,000 followers. That is quite the accomplishment.”

“I think my guest celebrity taste tester may have something to do with.” Molly booped Tom’s nose. “In fact, I suspect you pushed for the Instagram account so you don’t have to update your own.”

Tom blushed. “You know I don’t care for the spotlight.”

Emma scoffed. “Lies. You are a grade A drama queen, Thomas.”

“Not anymore. Give me the quiet domestic life.” Molly leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Good.” Diana said. “Then next week’s dinner is at your house.”

“I can do that.” Molly responded. “I need some more guinea pigs.”

“Then it’s settled.” Diana smiled.

Tom whispered in Molly’s ear. “Should we tell them now?”

Molly nodded eagerly.

“Tell us what?” Emma’s head darted around. “The two of you aren’t pregnant, are you?” She squealed.

“Our family is expanding. We..” Molly said.

“Are…” Tom continued.

“Getting a Dog!” Molly finished.

“Well, it’s no grandchild, but a start.” Diana smiled.

“And the other surprise is…” Molly spied up at Tom.

“We’re getting married!” Tom waved his hands in the air. Emma and Diana stared at them. “What no celebration?”

“Well dear, it just that… aren’t you two already married?” Diana commented.

“We are but…” Tom nudged Molly.

“We realized that none of our friends and family were there to celebrate with us, so we decided to renew our vows.”

Diana clapped her hands together. “Oh, that is lovely, dears. A proper ceremony and reception.”

“I thought you would like that, Mother.” Tom added.

“You were right, Thomas. Now Molly, I realize you don’t have any family here, but if you’ll let I would love to help you with preparations, just your mother would.”

Molly sniffled. “I would like that very much. Thank you.”

“I’ll help too!” Emma added. “I love shopping.”

“Lord help my bank account.” Tom groaned.

They got back home late and Molly leaned against the door.

“That was a long day.” she sighed, dropping her purse to the ground. Tom caged her against the door. He nuzzled into her neck. “Tom, your whiskers tickle!” She squealed.

Tom kissed wet, sloppy kisses along her neck. “Then stop me.” He purred into her, hooking one of her legs around his waist. “You know my mum makes a good point.” His hands teased her shirt up and slipped underneath, caressing her warm skin.

“What was that?” She arched her back into his touch, reaching behind to grip his ass with both hands.

“We really should give her a grandchild….” Tom squeezed her breasts over her bra. “A little boy or girl with your eyes and my hair.” Tom muttered, rocking his hips against her.

“Not right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t practice?” Her eyes twinkled.

“I like practice.” Tom lifted her up and carried Molly to their bedroom.

They set out the next day to the local animal shelter to pick out a dog. Molly was certain Tom would want a big dog, a golden retriever, or a Labrador.

“Because I’m a human golden retriever?” Tom questioned.

“Something like that.” Molly giggled. “Except I don’t have to leash you out in public.”

“Naughty, darling.” Tom nipped at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Only because your mind is in the gutter.”

They walked along the corridor of cages. Molly pointed out a setter, but Tom shrugged it off.

“I’ll know our dog when I see it.”

Molly and Tom rejected each dog as they passed, along with Molly pleaded for one in particular.

“But this little guy looks just like Chris’s dog, Dodger!” Molly pleaded.

Tom furrowed his brow. “Is that supposed to convince me to say yes?”

“Yes?” Molly asked hopefully. “I thought you two made up.”

“We did, but it doesn’t mean I want a dog just like his.”

“Fine.” Molly leaned down and patted the dog’s head. “Sorry, buddy. I tried.”

Tom spun around, arms wide. “Maybe we should go to another place, love?”

“We’re not done yet.” She shoved him down the way. “I have a feeling our dog is here.”

They finally made it to the last stall where a small brown ball of fur lay in the corner.

“Hey buddy.” Molly called out.

The puppy’s head popped up, and he trotted over, floppy ears and all.

“He’s a spaniel, Tom.” Molly commented as the puppy licked her hand. “And friendly too.”

“Oh, I like him.” Tom leaned down and extended his hand. He was rewarded with a copious amount of licks. “I like him a lot.”

“Is he the one?” Molly gazed up at Tom, who was smiling at the dog. She recognized that look, often been the recipient of that look.

“I think he is, darling.” Tom hugged her tight. “Definitely.”

They went to fill out the paperwork as they brought the puppy out.

“And what are we naming this little guy?” they asked as the puppy was handed over to Tom, with his too big paws for his body. The puppy caught Tom’s face with his tongue.

“I’ve always liked the named Bobby. What do you think?”

Molly scratched the puppy’s head. “Bobby. I like that. You ready to head home, Bobby?”

Bobby responded by barking.

“I’ll take that a yes.” Tom added. “He appears to be quite vocal.”

Molly groaned. “Just what I need, another Hiddleston male to yell at me.”

Tom leaned over to kiss Molly. “I promise never to yell at you again. And we can put Bobby in obedience school.”

Bobby barked again as Tom leaned over again and kissed Molly passionately.

“Perhaps you are the one in need of obedience school, Mr. Hiddleston.” she smirked.

“Only if you are my teacher, Mrs. Hiddleston.” Tom smirked right back.

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lisinfleur · 3 years

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Memory

Author’s Notes | I hope you can forgive me for being a short gift, but I thank you for the inspiration, love! Hope these 500 can become pretty more, pretty soon! Love you! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Ivarsðottir Info | Viking Age AU, gift to @maggiescarborough for her 500 Followers celebration Words | 605 ⁑ Warnings: None

"DADDY, DADDY!!"

Her sweet voice reached his ears right before his boat was about to leave. And she came running through the docks, carrying a little armlet mad of beautiful blue flowers she placed on his arm before kissing his hand.

"That's beautiful, little one," Ivar said, caressing his sweet daughter's head.

"Mommy said they mean victory and success, and that's what I want for you, daddy. These flowers are named Baby Blue Eyes! So, when you look at them, you can remember my eyes, because I'm your baby, and always will be, right?"

"Fully right, my little princess," he answered, smiling at her proud smile. "Daddy will bring you some gifts when he comes back. Now go with your mother, and behave, uh?"

Ivar's eyes observed as his little girl ran to hide in your skirt, waving at him from the docks along with you and the two other sons he was leaving behind, too young to go with him.

Your elder one would be in his next raid, he thought, watching as his older son picked the little girl on his arms so she could see his boats going further.

"I'm growing old," Ivar commented to Hvitserk sitting by his side on the boat.

"Why?" Hvitserk said, already chewing on a stick of dry meat.

"We just left. And I already want to come back."

Hvitserk just giggled, but he could understand his brother's heart. He'd also left his baby boys with his wife, and there were two beautiful babbling reasons for him to come back sooner this time.

But as the raid evolved, Ivar noticed his beautiful Baby Blue Eyes armlet was becoming old. The flowers browned, starting to fall. He would have to get rid of the jewel, but he didn't want to leave the remembrance or come back home without the armlet his little girl had done for him.

By the time they had finished the invasion of the monastery they had gone after, the armlet was completely gone, with all the flower petals being taken by the winds of battle. Ivar's heart ached: if he would stick to the metaphor of that natural jewel, then the winds and cries of battle had made the memory of his sweet baby girl into pieces! No.

He couldn't let it happen.

"I want it like this, can you see?" Hvitserk saw Ivar speaking to the blacksmith.

A Baby Blue Eyes flower in his hand along with some gold threads they'd found, and pieces of the golden crosses Hvitserk saw Ivar gathering from the place.

"What did you asked him to do?" Hvitserk asked when they were sitting around the campfire, sharing some of the meat they had roasted for the night.

"You'll see," Ivar answered.

A smile on his face.

By the end of that raid, the boats came back to Kattegat's coast loaded with gold and silver. And precious stones, and jewels. And slaves, and all sort of tissues.

All kinds of richness came into their boats.

But the bigger treasure of Ivar's heart jumped into his arms as soon as he came down from the boat, embracing his neck as tight as she could, causing him to cough with a smile on his face.

"DADDY! You came back!!"

And Ivar lifted his hand, showing her the gorgeous golden armlet, with beautiful Baby Blue Eyes flowers made of gold and silver, sculpted by a well-paid blacksmith that made of her gift an immortal remembrance of his beautiful baby girl no winds of battle would take away from him.

"With victory and success, my little light. With victory and success," he answered her.

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therealmintedmango · 4 years

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Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 5,379

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share.

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast.

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me.

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce.

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper.

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily.

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails.

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive?

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either.

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew.

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone.

It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still.

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me.

What can one say to me?

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here.

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way.

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected.

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused.

Did I hear them correctly?

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow.

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms.

When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne.

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement.

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall.

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP.

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch.

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.”

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake.

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow.

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father.

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot.

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do.

It is my turn to protect my brothers.

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father.

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne.

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now.

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not.

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him.

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother.

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly.

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman.

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.”

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.”

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood.

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have.

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing.

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine.

But now it’s mine.

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer.

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped.

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None.

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat.

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice.

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny.

And I do.

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-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in.

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body.

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon.

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?”

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely.

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right.

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call.

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

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My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night.

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior.

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely.

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle.

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next.

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet.

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening.

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more.

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land.

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike.

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures.

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder.

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself.

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me.

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt.

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation.

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort.

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl.

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob.

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die.

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket.

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me.

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second.

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess.

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me.

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…�� The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?”

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me.

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once.

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.”

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

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PART TWO

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Crown For Two {4}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 6.6k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated.

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation.

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

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-Five Days Later-

-Henry-

“Before we get to cut this ribbon, I want to say something. My father—your king.”

He paused, swallowed, and bowed his head slightly, trying to gather his thoughts and reign in his emotions. This was one of the first times he’d spoken about his father since his death, especially in front of the entire country. This unveiling was televised all around Brexendor and probably in neighboring sister countries, which meant he was probably speaking in front of over four million people. Clearing his throat, he tried to continue.

“Eh-em, my father, and your king loved this project. He spent so many nights coming through every detail of it. He particularly wanted to be hands-on with this because he felt this endeavor would bring many people together.”

He looked from face to face in the crowd, making eye contact and giving reassuring smiles—a tactic he’d learned long ago that made speeches more effective.

“He believed though we are individual countries filled with many different races, ethnicities, beliefs, and cultures, he believed we are all one people. He believed that one of the most universal things was connection.”

The crowd murmured their agreement as several heads nodded. He felt the hand of his mother on his shoulder, gently reassuring him and giving him some of her strength.

“As humans, we all crave connection. We all want to make connections in our lives that are worthwhile. That is what this endeavor is, a bridge for our connection across the world beginning with our finances, and he would be so incredibly proud to see it today.”

The crowd before him erupted with applause, giving him a reprieve to bring himself back to his stoic image. He waited for them to quiet down before he continued.

“Without further ado.”

He walked over to the shimmering blue ribbon that was aesthetically tied in front of the bank's doors. Once before them, one of the men handed him giant scissors, and he got into place. The crowd counted down from three. Each second that passed, he could sense the excitement increasing. Once “one” was yelled, he cut the ribbon signaling the crowd to explode with applause and cheers. The camera snapped pictures of him from every angle as he shook hands, waved, and posed with everyone on the bank’s council and the finance commission’s office.

The next hour was spent walking through the location, explaining all the details that his father had put so much time, thought, and energy into. As he pointed things out, he remembered the various conversations they had together about the items and specifications. This was a project just as close to his heart as it was to his father’s. from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother standing in front of the giant grandfather style clock that his father had chosen special. He loved clocks and had collected quite a few in his years. She placed her hand on it, then dipped her head down. He knew her pain.

The following few hours passed with him answering questions and doing his duties as head of the country, never breaking away from the status quo. He could do this in his sleep. That was how well trained he was for this. In a matter of weeks, his duties would be tripled or even quadrupled when he went through his coronation. At that time, he’d really put all that grooming to use. It was an event he’d imagined differently his whole life. For one, he’d always expected to look out to his mother and father’s faces as they’d passed the duties on to him. This future was one he was not prepared for.

“Mother.”

She hummed and spun her head to him with a solemn smile on her lips.

“Are you well?”

She smiled brightly, and any evidence of her previous sadness was only visible in her pale blue eyes, but just a smidge.

“Of course, I am. What about you, my darling boy?”

He smiled. She’d been calling him that since he was, in fact, just a boy.

“Glad to have gotten through that.”

His mother nodded before she looped her arm through his.

“You did beautifully. Your father would be incredibly proud of you, Henry, so incredibly proud.”

The tears welled in her eyes before she kissed his cheekbone.

“I have only ever wanted to make him proud,” he admitted.

“He has been proud of you every single day since you were born. Every day.”

She turned her face away, and he knew it was to hide the tears that had rolled down her cheek. He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her, allowing her to dab at her eyes. Several moments passed in silence as he looked out the window at the passing snow-covered hills. After a minute or two, his mother cleared her throat.

“So, what is this I hear of a house guest?”

He smiled to himself, thinking of you, your smile, your tenaciousness, and stubbornness. Since his mother had been away in Sandvell on Queen duties, she’d been absent for the excitement from the last near two weeks. He explained it to her in the vaguest of terms and finished stating you would be remaining at the palace most likely for the duration of the month. He spoke it so flippantly that he hoped it sounded to her ears that it was not a big deal.

“Mm-hm. Well, I am pleased you are showing your charming side rather than your scrooge one.”

He gasped, then snapped his head to her to see her amused eyes dancing with laughter.

“I do not think it is right for a mother to call her son a scrooge.”

She did not look as if she regretted it at all. “It is right for a mother to let her son know how he is perceived or has been for the last seven months.”

“Mother, I do not mean to—I have tried--,” he sighed. “It has only been seven months since--.”

“I know darling, believe me, I know. One of the tragedies of our roles, we are expected to carry on as if we are not human. We are seen as figurines, and we must ever be pristine. The human emotion of grief cannot hold us bad. Oh, how I wish it were different.”

They sat quietly again for a few turns on the drive back to the palace.

“I assume you have taken the necessary precautions with our house guest?”

“Yes.”

“Have you spoken to her?”

“I have.”

“Was it my son the scrooge or my charming son who did the talking?”

He scoffed, then shook his head. “I am always charming.”

His mother giggled before she rested her head on his shoulder.

Once they reached the palace and walked inside, the staff swarmed his mother, giving her details for the preparations for the opening ball that was taking place within the coming days for the beginning of the festive month. It was the tradition for a ball to be thrown the first weekend of the month to usher in the month-long festivities. That also meant that many would come to the palace to stay and join in on the jam-packed month of celebration.

“Yes, Carolina, I know we have much to plan in a short amount of time.”

Carolina, his mother’s personal royal assistant, nodded her strawberry blonde head as she gripped the stack of papers and folders in her arms tighter.

“Welcome home, your majesty,” she began. “Shall we begin right away?”

His mother, now free of her coat and outside garments, shook her head. “No. Prepare the necessary details, and we will meet in the pink tea room in thirty minutes.”

“As you wish, your majesty,” Carolina replied with a head bow and curtsy.

“Oh, Carolina, for tonight’s supper, please tell the kitchen I am feeling quite festive and maybe a roast. I hear we have a house guest, and I would like to welcome her properly.”

“Mother, do you really think that I have been anything but absolutely hospitable?”

She smiled and looped her arm through his again as they began ascending the stairs.

“Of course, I am sure you instructed the staff to be hospitable and tend to her needs,” she clarified.

She knew him too well. If only she knew that he himself had been the most hospitable of all, he thought to himself. He reminisced on the last few days. He hadn’t been able to have dinner with you for the last five days because the closer the event got, the more work he had to do. You’d exchanged emails about his speech with you leaving notes on what he’d prepared or even giving him suggestions on where to carry other thoughts he’d begun. He liked all your additions and suggestions. It was your suggestion to bring up something personal about his father, especially since it was his passion project. He’d had every intention to disregard it, but in the end, he’d listened to you, and he still hadn’t regretted it.

Though you were maybe a six-minute distance from his own bedroom and under the same roof, he hadn’t physically seen you in those five days. He did get information from Dr. Alphonsi and even details from McArthur about how you looked, who had been to see you to extend his apologies for getting you into this predicament. McArthur was now your greatest fan. You hadn’t chastised him or belittled him for hitting you with the car. You said it wasn’t his fault, accepted his apology, and even thanked him because you would have probably had a health crisis sooner rather than later with your other ailments.

Everyone in the palace seemed to have grown to like you. When he saw Jemma, his sister, she often sang your praises and chattered on about something you or your sister had told her. It was easy to see that even she’d been captivated by you, just as he had.

“Were you listening to me?”

Shaking his head, he glanced at his mother with a raised brow. “I am sorry, mother. What were you saying?”

“What has got your head so far away? work?”

He sighed, shrugged, and looked forward, realizing they were in the hall leading to your bedroom.

“Where are you leading me, mother?”

“It is you who is leading me, son.”

He scoffed. Even his feet seemed to want to go to you. he made a swift left turn away from your hall.

“Mother, I have some work to attend to before supper tonight.”

“All right, do not work too hard. Supper is at seven…promptly, Henry.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Promptly,” he repeated before continuing on his way.

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-Y/N-

“I am quite happy with your improvement, Xari.”

You smiled.

“I do feel a lot better today than I have in weeks.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled and began closing his doctor bag.

“That is wonderful news. The direct infusion through IV usually does work better than capsules or any other treatments. You have been a sample patient. If only my other patients would give me this little trouble.”

You snorted, then shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled again before he walked around to the IV rod to disconnect you. You watched as he slowly removed the needle from your forearm, only flinching slightly. He pressed down on the puncture hole for a few moments then plastered a band-aid across your arm.

“There. So as our plan goes. A week IV, a week injections, then repeat,” Dr. Alphonsi reiterated.

“Sounds good.”

Dr. Alphonsi walked over to the stainless steel trey resting on the side table and placed the needle on it, then began taking the emptied IV bag off the pole. Once the items were arranged on the trey, he walked back over to his doctor’s bag.

“Any questions for me?”

You thought for a moment, then began. “Not really since I already know you’re going to say no traveling.”

“You are not a prisoner here, Xari. If you are feeling strong enough, you can go anywhere you choose. The palace has plenty of rooms that would interest you. When it comes to venturing outdoors, I would say be careful, pace yourself, and do not overexert. There have been many who thought they could walk a block only to find they could not make it more than fifteen meters.”

You nodded again.

“Would you like me to speak to the prince about assigning you a lady’s maid?”

“Oh my goodness, no. that is not at all necessary.”

“All right. Well, you have my telephone number if you need me, as does the staff. I have instructed someone to inform you every time you are to take an injection. I have a trained professional here at the palace who can administer it if you are not confident enough to do it yourself. If you feel confident, remember every six hours one vial. I’ve combined them to decrease the number of needle pricks.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Alphonsi.”

He nodded, then prepared himself to leave. As he walked to the door, it opened, and in came Anika.

“Does she have a clean bill of health?”

“Cleaner, but we still have quite a way to go. Slow and steady, says the tortoise to the hare,” Dr. Alphonsi said before walking out of your room.

“Oooh, look who doesn’t have a pole attached to them anymore. How do you feel?”

You took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “A lot better than a did.”

Anika smiled with you, then dropped on the bed beside you. “Does that mean you can finally leave this room and go exploring with me?”

“Nika.”

“Don’t Nika mean, you know you’re curious and want to look behind every door of this place.”

She had a point. You were curious. You’d been in a few palaces from around the world before, but you’d never been in a palace as a guest. At the thought of “guest,” you began to wonder if that was what you were. Patient yes, unexpected and unwanted temporary responsibility, maybe. The look Anika was giving you said she was impatiently waiting for a response.

“Ugggh, fine. Yes, let’s get our Dora on,” you said, slowly getting out of the bed.

A shower took you longer than usual, mostly in part because you couldn't help but marvel at your surroundings. There was marble and porcelain everywhere. The amount of luxury that surrounded you made your jaw dropped. You sampled everything, beginning with the twelve jets in the shower to the heated bidet. The shower even had a switch that you could change the water from fresh to sea saltwater. That part tripped you up because you didn’t know why anyone would want that. Even the sink had buttons you could use to change the water pressure.

By the time you’d showered and changed, an hour had passed.

“What’d you think of the sea salt option in the shower?”

You snorted, then busted out laughing. “Oh my god, I almost lost my shit. Did you try it?”

“You know I did. Then I immediately regretted it when I forgot and began really getting into crevices to wash and rinse. Ouch.”

That only made you laugh harder. The whole time Anika protested and pouted. When you stepped out of the room into the adjoining one, you felt like you saw it in a new light. The first or even second time you’d been in it, nothing registered. Now, you could appreciate the art on the wall, the décor, and color choices. It screamed elegance but also comfort.

“I asked around, and this particular room is called a sitting room. All of the bedrooms have one,” Anika informed.

“Yeah. When I went and toured Versailles, the sitting room was where visitors were entertained. Marie Antoinette loved to also have tea and cake there before turning in for bed,” you added as you walked around, touching different materials and snapping pictures from a few different angles. It was all super high class. You didn’t expect anything less.

You and Anika stepped into the hall, and your jaw dropped.

“Holy Shit!”

The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked back at you while Anika tried to stifle her laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. Please carry on.”

They slowly continued what they were doing while you and Anika made your getaway. The halls were gorgeous. The white and gold complemented each other so well you just knew that this was just the beginning. Then when you looked up to the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel worthy mural, you could hear a heavenly hymn in your ears.

“The Sistine Chapel could never,” you muttered while walking and snapping pictures.

It was so beautiful you almost didn’t want to move. Anika’s arm looped through yours was the directing force. She pulled you down the stairs that were on the same level of grandeur as the Russian opera house’s. The carpet that lined them was blue instead of the red that bathed other royal abodes. It even looked like it was silk. When the two of you finally descended the stairs to the main floor, you went down one of the halls on the right.

The first door you both walked into, Anika whistled loudly. “Well, fuck!”

It was the largest dining room you’d been inside in a long while. The table looked like it could seat at least seventy. As you walked around the room, you took pictures from different angles until you got to the window, then you gaped at what you saw.

“Wow.”

“Like a winter wonderland, right.”

“Have you gone out?”

“Heck no. You know me and winter don’t agree. There is a reason I live in Georgia.”

You shook your head and snapped two pictures before you walked off in search of more. Once you and Anika finished looking around the dining room, you walked into a large parlor with several places to sit. You wondered what the room was used for. Your imagination said it could have been where smoking parties happened, or maybe a lounge area before dinners. It honestly could be used to anything.

A library followed that you knew you could get lost in for days and days and lost you got. You touched titles you were familiar with and others you’d never heard of before, making a mental note to come back and have a closer look. The ones you couldn’t pass up, you took from the shelves and took with you. You didn’t know how long you spent in the library. It was hard to tell because you hadn't looked through the whole thing even with all the time you spent there.

Somehow, you found yourself pushing open intricate golden doors and walking into an ornate room filled with gold, marble, and that same blue carpet lining. From the ceilings hung low hanging crystal chandeliers and an even more awe-inspiring mural. At the end of the carpet, you saw a pair of thrones. Immediately you knew you’d happened upon the throne room. You walked the length of it, taking a picture every few steps. When you reached them, you stopped in front and stared.

You could imagine him sitting in the one on the right. You imagined him with perfect posture, a stern face, and tightly clenched jaws with the most regal of crowns. You wondered if this monarchy was as ostentatious as others. Maybe he usually held a scepter and golden orb while being draped with royal furs. At that thought, you imagined him sitting on that throne completely naked with nothing but the royal furs draped over his shoulders. It was a damn inviting vision, one you wouldn’t mind seeing.

A loud sound behind you made you spin around to find a cleaning crew. Quickly you walked back down the carpet and out the room apologizing for intruding. Once back in the hall, you spun around, unsure when you’d lost Anika. You called her name a few times, but there was no answer. It was then you regretted not bringing your cellphone. You walked a little further down the hall then made a left as the scent of flowers captured your attention.

When you stepped through glass French doors, you felt as if you’d walked into some country garden. The room was bathed in soft amber and purples, no doubt from the sunset. Thanks to the glass room, you were able to see peeks of its glory through the fluffy looking white snow resting on it. The more you walked around, the more the exterior contradicted the interior. You knew it being the dead of winter made it impossible for the sight before you. There were flowers of all different kinds. It was a sea of blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and even purples.

“Holy Shit!”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

You spun around, looking for the owner of the voice, but there was no one there.

“Uh--.”

You walked around cautiously.

“A few more steps.”

After three steps, you found a woman sitting at a table decked out with every piece of a tea set you could imagine, along with a few pastries.

“Found me.”

She looked up at you, then looked back down to your feet until she met your eyes again.

“Uh—hi,” said.

“Hello.”

The smile on her face was pleasant, and it matched the kindness in her blue eyes. They were eyes you felt like you’d seen before, only on someone else. Slowly it hit you who she could be.

“Oh my god, your majesty.”

You dropped down to your best curtesy, hoping it would distract her from your potty mouth. She softly chuckled.

“You are quite all right, dear. Stand up, please.”

You stood and tried not to give away that you were slightly unnerved.

“I’m sorry about the cursing. It’s a horrible habit and probably not—dignified,” you expressed.

She laughed again, then took a sip from her golden rose printed porcelain cup. It looked fancy and antique. “No need to apologize. Believe me; cursing is not the worst thing in the world. I have said quite a few in my day.”

You smiled, even though you found it hard to believe, especially with how prime and proper she looked sitting there.

“I have to know, though. How did you know who I was?”

“Um—your eyes.”

She looked even more curious. “My eyes?”

You swallowed and avoided her gaze. “They’re—they’re the same as Henry’s—eh-em, I mean his highness.”

The way she looked at you made you slightly uncomfortable. She looked like she was assessing you. Before she could speak, another woman walked into the room, one with strawberry blonde hair.

“Your majesty,” she began stopping instantly when she saw you.

You cleared your throat and turned to walk away. “I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No intrusion. Carolina, I think that will be all for today. I would like to finish my tea and possibly get to know our new houseguest.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” She curtsied then walked back out of the room, leaving you alone once again.

“Please, have a seat,” the queen said.

Before you sat, you actually thought to dart out of the room but quickly changed your mind. When you sat down across from her, you took note of the open binders and folders sprawled out on the table. Out of nowhere, someone walked into the solarium, took up the matching teapot, and poured it into a new teacup to your right.

“Will there be anything else, your majesty?”

“Thank you, Edie.”

The woman walked back out of the room, and it got silent for a few moments.

“Please, have some. It is a Darjeeling blend that is grown right here in Brexendor. I drink at least a cup a day. I promise you it is delicious.”

She took another sip, but she didn’t look at all worried that you wouldn’t sample it. You placed the books on top of the table and took up the teacup instead, and sipped. Lavender, mint, honey, and rose filled your mouth. A moan escaped you.

“Good, right.”

Nodding, you took another mouthful.

“How are you?”

After swallowing, you placed the cup down. “I am feeling a lot better, your majesty.”

“Please, every time I am called that, it makes it impossible to forget. Call me, Cecelia, please.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, and it must have shown because she smiled then giggled.

“O—kay.”

“I promise. I am not trying to trick you in any way. I just want you to be comfortable. I can imagine what it feels like to come here and be surrounded by all of this. It is—overwhelming…intimidating even. I just want to make your time here peaceful and enjoyable.”

She didn’t look like she was lying or trying to cover something. She came off as genuinely kind, like she truly meant what she said.

“Thank you, your—Ce—Ms. Cecelia.”

She smiled, then nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

“I’m Xari.”

“A beautiful name. It is wonderful to meet you, dear. I do hope your stay has been a good one so far.”

“Yes, yes, everyone has been nothing but kind and hospitable. I appreciate your kindness,” you expressed.

Cecelia nodded and took another sip from her cup. Her eyes landed on something on the table.

“Of Vice and Virtue and Clandestine. Two wonderful selections.”

“I hope it’s alright. I took them. I promise I will put them back,” you began.

Cecelia reached her hand out and placed it on top of yours. “Xari, I could not care less if you kept them. You are free to anything in the palace.”

You slowly nodded and took another sip of tea. As you did, the photos on the table caught your eye. They were of a decorated room. It looked like a mock-up of a ballroom of some sort. The colors of the flowers were orange, and they didn’t look like they belonged with the pastel green that surrounded them.

“This color scheme is all wrong. You shouldn’t pair orange and green. You have to pick one or the other. I’d recommend the green; it’s very pretty.”

She looked curious, most likely wondering who the hell you were to say half of what you did.

“Are you a decorator?”

“Not officially. I took some classes, got some certificates in event planning and interior design,” you admitted.

“Oh, so you design for a living.”

“No, no. It—I am a travel photographer and blogger. It’s not what I planned, but I fell into it. Event planning and design are more of hobbies.”

“Well, this might just be serendipitous. I am in the middle of planning the ball for the opening of the festivities,” Cecelia began adjusting herself in her seat. “I just got back in Brexendor, and the trip was longer than I anticipated. That means I have two days to put together our annual ball that is supposed to open Brexenavid. That is our month-long celebration of what every Brexdorian prides themselves on—our holiday time.”

“What exactly is Brexenavid?”

“It is our month-long holiday celebration that we go all out for. There are tens of events, sometimes games, balls, dinners, and dignitaries within Brexendor and our neighboring countries who will begin arriving to stay with us here,” Cecelia explained.

You were impressed. It all sounded like a lot of work.

“And you’re the one to plan all of it?”

“Yes. That is my role as the matriarchal head of the royal family. It is one of my many roles.”

You released a breath, then finished your cup of tea. Before you spoke, you poured another.

“So tell me, if you were planning this, how would it look?”

You took a few moments to sip your tea and think about how you would do it. Closing your eyes, you tried to visualize the space, but you’d seen so many spaces that you couldn’t really picture it.

“Where will it be? What room? Can you describe it to me?”

Cecelia smiled, then stood. “I can do better. Let me show you.”

Cecelia walked out of the room, leaving you to hurry behind her. she led you through the hall you’d just walked down until you went down another hall you hadn’t before. About a minute later, you followed her into a large ballroom that looked like it belonged in Versailles. The walls dripped gold, and the ceiling housed so many chandeliers you didn’t bother to count past five.

“Wow. What a room.”

“One of my favorites. It is the usual one I use. What do you think?”

“Nice room. I would say with the amount of light that comes in and the views; I’d play that up. since it is December and I’ve seen several of your streets, Christmas is huge here.”

“If you only knew,” Cecelia confirmed.

“Then play it up. Christmas trees, poinsettias, tree lights, tinsel, everything that everyone loves about Christmas. Give your guests what they really love about this country, the beauty, the splendor,” you suggested.

She looked around the room as if she were trying to picture it. “I like it.”

Her smile was bright. “I more than like it. I love it. Carolina thought floral.”

“Floral isn’t a bad idea. You can add some in. Roses are subtle, lilies, even Dahlias, and Tulips.”

Cecelia approached you and took your hand. “I love your ideas, Xari. I have one of my own. How would you feel about taking point on this? I know you are still recovering, but you would have every staff member at your disposal. You would not be doing too much. You give the design orders, and everyone else will execute it.”

You were speechless and couldn’t believe the queen had just asked you to deck out her palace for a ball. “Obviously, you do not have to if you do not want to.”

“Do what?”

Henry’s voice brought your attention to him. he wore a simple white button-down shirt and grey dress pants. While it wasn’t as formal, he still looked put together.

“I have just asked Xari if she would put together the ball.”

“Mother. She is supposed to be resting and recuperating. Dr. Alphonsi has left very strict orders, and work was on the list of prohibited actions.”

His mother looped her arm with his with a smile. “Oh, darling, I am not talking about manual labor. She has quite an eye for design and event planning. I thought it would be fun.”

“Mother--,” Henry began again.

“Plus, what are you doing here?”

“You said supper was promptly at seven.”

“Heavens, is it seven already? All right, Xari, you do not have to answer right away. You can take the night to think about it. we should all go to supper.”

“Uh—I’ll go back to my room,” you began.

“Nonsense, looking at you, you are well enough to dine with the rest of us. Come,” Cecelia pressed as she released Henry to loop her other arm with yours and led you closer to her son.

Henry smirked, and when he realized he was in the middle, he softly scoffed and held out his arm for you. Your eyes locked for a few seconds, and you picked up a hint of amusement behind his blue orbs. You slowly looped your arm through his, allowing him to led the two of you out of the ballroom and down the long hall.

As you walked, his mother chattered on about something that you paid no mind to. All you could focus on was the smell of Henry’s cologne and his towering presence beside you. Your hand rested on his forearm, and the heat radiating off of him tempted you to flex your fingers against him. The minute your fingers moved, you felt his bicep tense. It was an action that brought your eyes to him. You lost your breath when you found his were already on you. Goodness, you thought to yourself, slowly trailing your eyes over the details of his face until they landed on his lips.

“Eh-em.”

Snapping your head forward, you saw that you’d arrived in the dining room. You pulled your arm free and walked away from Henry flashing them out, trying to cool them from his heat and gain some control over your wayward thoughts. This dining room was a different one from before. It looked more intimate.

“This is the dining room we prefer to eat in as a family,” Cecelia explained the closer you got to the table.

Taking your place beside Anika, Henry took his at the head of the table while his mother across from you beside a beaming Jemma. Once everyone was seated, the staff walked in carrying trays of food toward you. Once yours was put down, the silver cover was taken off to reveal a pot roast of some kind.

“I hope you are not a vegetarian,” Cecelia began.

“Oh no, my sister and I love all kinds of meat, Anika blurted out, making you give her a harsh eye.

“Wonderful. Please, dig in.”

Dinner went on uneventfully. Jemma talked about her plans to include a local orphanage in the planned festivities for the month. Everyone seemed to think it was an excellent idea. Then the conversation turned to Anika as the Queen tried to get to know her better. The only ones who remained relatively quiet were you and Henry. Every so often, your eyes met and lingered. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never manifested. That was when your eyes drifted to some part of him, either it was his lips, or his hands, or even those sprigs of black hair that teased the bounty that laid under his shirt just waiting to be played with.

By the time dinner was finished, and after dinner, coffee and tea were served, things had moved to one of the sitting rooms you’d walked through earlier in the day. After your first cup of chamomile and lavender tea, the queen said her goodnights and left you, Anika, and Jemma to your own devices. It allowed you to crack open one of the books you’d picked earlier. By the time you finished your second cup of tea, exhaustion had caught up with you. When you looked up, it was just you and Henry sitting there. Once again, Anika had disappeared, this time taking Jemma with her.

His nose was buried in a book. Before you could admire the view of him sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, his eyes drifted to you; then he lowered his book to reveal a soft smile. Neither of you spoke. It was a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be filled with words. A yawn sprang from you, making him snort.

“This can’t be regular chamomile or lavender.”

“You are probably right. I do know it is farmed straight from the field and brought here,” he answered.

“Wow, so literally from the earth to your stomach.”

Henry smiled again.

“I um—I think I should probably turn in,” you said.

Henry placed his book aside, then stood. “Allow me to walk you back to your room.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

He smiled, came closer, and held his arm out to you.

“Are you always such a gentleman?”

“I try to be. It is what I was raised to be,” he replied.

“So—always. There isn’t a time of day where you say fuck it and let it all fall away?”

He smiled and stepped a little closer. It was as close as he was the first night in the bar before you parted ways. His eyes bore into you from his towering height, and you decided you wanted to see what he would do.

“There is about an hour in the morning when I first wake. No one has come in to give me news or updates. It is quiet, and my mind is clear. Then there are those few minutes at night before I fall asleep where I can let everything fall off me. In those two moments—I—I feel like myself.”

There was a pained look in his eyes that you wanted to know more about.

“And what does it feel like to be yourself?”

Henry gave you a melancholy smile. “Lonely.”

A full minute passed then Henry held out his arm again. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm and let him lead the way out of the sitting room, down the long corridor, and up the grand steps. The walk was quiet, but you didn’t feel weird being close to him like this. It felt normal. Halfway to your room, Henry spoke.

“My father told me before he died, the more people that want a piece of you, the less you have for yourself and the lonelier it is at the top.”

“Sounds like the words of a wise man.”

“He was very wise.”

Silence. You’d heard the sadness in his voice the first time he mentioned his father.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single second of every single day,” Henry answered.

As you turned down the hall that would lead to your room, the silence returned.

“Your speech was amazing.”

“You’re saying that because you helped write it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It doesn’t matter who helped write it. Words are nothing without the conviction to back them up. You made the speech.”

You could feel his eyes on you, so you met them right before you stopped in front of your door.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He then took a step to you, closing the wide gap between you.

“Do you usually have to approve the plans for big events?”

His crinkled brow said he was confused. “I guess it depends. Why?”

“Well, since you are so busy being his highness and all, the only way we’d ever see each other the next few days would be for me to accept your mother’s offer and plan this ball seeing how his highness would get the final say-so on all plans. Right?”

Henry slowly began smiling then he licked his lips. “That sounds about right, but that would mean one thing and one thing only.”

You leaned against your door and smiled innocently. “And what’s that?”

“That you want to see me almost as much as I want to see you.”

Your heart pounded faster and faster. “Almost as much?”

Henry rested his arm on the door jamb, sort of boxing you in. “You have to know, Xari.”

“Know what, your highness?”

“Henry,” he whispered quite breathlessly as he stared into your eyes.

The tension between you was palpable. It felt like any second one or both of you were going to do something that neither of you could take back. The loud crack of thunder boomed outside, bringing you both to realize your surroundings. Henry cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“Good night, Xari. I look forward to seeing those plans at every decision,” he said with a stern face and plenty of humor in his eyes.

“Your highness.”

He sighed, then walked back down the hall, leaving you to admire the sway of his hips and the plump but firm state of his ass. God help you, you thought to yourself before you stepped back into your room. You’d never been good at fighting off temptation. You liked to put up a fight but eventually, you always gave in.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before you did just that.

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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Luke Langdon [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Pt 2.

PART 1

PART 3

Summary: The one where you and Michael have a child together, but like most relationships, there are parenting differences.

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fluff c:

WC: 2.7k

A/N: Part 2 of this 3 part series. Just a little longer! Thank you for reading! -Juno

When you had gone to check up on Michael, things still a mess in the living room, he was still outside on the deck. He had taken a seat and now appeared to be on a phone call. You tucked little Luke away for the night, repeatedly kissing his forehead and apologizing that he had to see you and his father like this. All you wanted was for him to remain as pure as possible. Yes. You did understand that the time will come where he will struggle to keep his emotions together, just like Michael did, but you didn't know how soon and until then, things were fine the way they were.

Out of fear, you had convinced Michael that the two of you could never hire a nanny until the both of you learned how Luke behaved. When you two needed a night off or wanted to go out, you left Luke with your parents. And man did that boy love his grandparents. His eyes widened every time he heard their voices. It was almost terrifying. Whenever they would come over just for a visit, Luke made sure that he was in the room. Grandma's arms were his favorite place to be when he wasn't be smothered by you or Michael. He'd occasionally give grandpa's long thick beard a tug and in return he'd "snatch" his nose and it made him a giggling mess every time. There was only one incident with Luke that was a cause for concern. Sometimes his skin would be absolutely burning, but when his temperature was checked, he was fine. You and Michael had come to learn that in Luke's case his temperature went based off his emotions.

When he was sad, he ran cold. When he was happy, his temperature was slightly normal, but he was a little warmer. When he was overexcited, he ran hot. And when he was extremely upset, he was burning.

Your parents knew exactly who and what Michael was and while they weren't a fan favorite of the whole satanic thing, they loved Michael regardless because he was always so respectful. He made sure things were taken care of for not only the little family he created, but for your family as well. For that, they were forever grateful. They even tried to get on board with it, but Michael reassured them that they didn't need conform for him. When it wasn't grandma or grandpa, it was Ms. Mead. She let you know that you can call her mama, though. She understood that she came off as a little intimidating the first mi of times you and Michael started talking, but she grew to love you anyways and Luke absolutely adored her. She too wanted to tell Luke about how great he was going to be, but Michael had warned her not to, especially when you were around.

You took a deep breath as you approached the back deck door. You made no efforts to be silent because he knew you were coming anyways. He could smell you, hear you, and feel you. Not wanting to get himself riled up again before you came out to talk to him, he avoided listening to your thoughts. You stepped out, standing a few feet away behind him as you listened to him talk on the yeah.

"Yeah, everything, especially that. That one was her favorite." he said, scratching the back of his head. "I appreciate you Johnny, I really do. You always come through for me every time I fuck some shit up." Johnny was like Michael's second in command, but only for house matters. If anything broke in the house and needed to be repaired or replaced, Johnny was there, 24/7. Demons don't need to sleep anyways, right? But surprisingly enough, a lot of them did, or forced themselves to. It's what helped them feel human every now and then. Michael didn't care though. He was going to do everything human like or not.

"So 10AM sharp tomorrow?" Michael confirmed. "I'll have everything cleaned up so the boys have no issue coming in and out of the house. Thanks again."

"Michael.." you called out to him, your voice barely audible, but he heard you anyways. He looked over his shoulder at you before turning around.

"Hmmm?" he questioned, his blue eyes piercing into your body.

"I just wanted to come out here and try talking again. Well first I would like to apologize." You could feel yourself beginning to choke on your words, recalling how he broke down completely a couple hours ago. Out of shame and respect for your husband, you dropped to your knees right where you were, not wanting to get any closer to him, wanting to give him his space. "Michael, I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to degrade you or make you feel any less of yourself for your past struggles. Why would I do that? Look how strong they've made you."

"Don't do that." he said, waving his hand, immediately making you rise up from your feet. "Don't you ever get on your knees like that in front of me again. Do you understand?"

"I'm just trying to-,"

"Answer my question, Y/N. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Michael."

"As my Queen, you are to never get on your knees like that unless it's for.. you know. And as much as I do like it, you don't have to suck up to me. We're almost equals. You just don't have the powers, but you were always so stubborn. I could just give them to you, but I know you don't want them."

"And I'm glad that you haven't."

"Come here." You did as you were told, not stopping until you were just inches away from him. You felt so small under his gaze despite his reassuring words. He ran his fingers down your cheek.

"I'm sorry."

"No Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I don't listen to you. I'm trying so hard to give Luke the father that I never had and sometimes I try too hard and forget that you're just as much his parent as I am. I don't mean to undermine you in any sort of way. I just don't want him to be lost."

"And I know you will make sure that he is never lost. I know you'll ensure of his greatness because Michael, you are nothing but greatness. Other people, they look at you as some cold-hearted man with daddy issues." He laughed as you said that and you were happy that you were able to bring him some joy, considering the earlier events. "But all I see is perfection. We're all a little bit misunderstood and I don't blame you for anything. I married you, right? So I knew what I was signing up for and didn't care. Michael, I love you. Do you understand me?" He nodded his head, but that wasn't enough for you.

"No, Michael." you said. "Like you told me. Answer me. I want to hear your voice."

"Yes. I understand you, Y/N. And I love you too. So much... I loved you ever since I stumbled across you. You reading that book, drinking that coffee that was too light for my satisfaction."

"I don't see how you drink black coffee anyways. It's so strong."

"Dark roast is the best roast."

"Yeah well I'm surprised your breath doesn't stink."

"I brush my teeth everyday, twice a day, sometimes three. Mrs. Langdon, I'm not liking your tone regarding our coffee differences."

"Mrs. Langdon..." you said, mocking him, sticking your tongue out at him. In one swift motion, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms made their way around the back of neck, hands entangled in his messy and slightly frizzled out hair. His hands firmly gripped your ass, shifting his stance a little bit so the two of you would be more comfortable. He wasted no time, colliding his lips with yours in a kiss that screamed nothing but love, lust, and apologies. Using his senses, he walked backwards until he met the deck sofa, plopping down on it, your lips never separating as he kept you close to him.

He was surprised when you pushed him back into his seat, but he didn't complain. He wasn't feeling too dominant tonight. He just wanted to make love to you. He wanted you to feel good. He was going to show you just how sorry he was. He kept his eyes on you as he took off his rose gold watch, his erection growing as he watched you rid yourself of the PJ top you had put on. He tossed his watch to the side, continuing to watch as your hands reached for his button up. His hands slowly ran up and down your thighs as you unbuttoned it, exposing his lean chest and torso. You ran your hands down his chest, causing him to release a heavy sigh.

You grabbed his hands from your thighs, putting them on your breast which he gave a gentle squeeze before gliding his thumbs over your nipples. He knew that drove you crazy. You gripped onto the sides of his now opened shirt, your breathing become heavier and shallower each time his thumbs darted back and forth. Without realizing it, you were grinding against his length, making his favorite pair of jeans, a mess, but he didn't care about the growing wet spot. And when he started grinding back, you threw yourself forward, resting your forehead against his as you two shared heated moans. Sitting up a little, he took his shirt all the way off, throwing it on the floor, leaning back once again.

He slid you off of him, making you whine with frustration. The both of you, looked at the wet spot that covered the entirety of his jeans, making it look like he had wet himself. He chuckled, running his tongue over his top lip before looking at you.

"These were my favorite jeans." he hummed. "And you ruined them with that pretty little pussy of yours." You blushed, hanging your head low, slightly ashamed that he was this much power over you. Before Michael, no guy ever came this close to having you soaking wet just from a kiss and a slow grind. He snapped you out of your thoughts, grabbing you by your legs and pulling at them so you'd lay down. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles before he stepped out of them. Your eyes stayed on the massive bulge that was between his legs. His underwear was soaked from you too, so he went ahead and got rid of those as well.

You stared in awe at his size, the heat between your legs only rising in temperature. You almost touched yourself at the sight, when he stopped you.

"No." he said, practically drooling at the sight of your naked body. "Let me." He laid between your legs, blowing softly on your already swollen clit, through the material of your panties. "Won't be needing these anymore, will we?" He didn't even bother to pull them off, knowing he could always just get you another pair. He ripped them off, wanting access to your bare core, immediately. His lips brushed against you, causing you to jump slightly. He smirked, looking up at you.

"Michael... please?" you whispered. "Please please please please." And that is all it took for him to dive into you, his tongue doing laps around your folds. He sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue across it at a moderate pace. You rested your leg on his back and your hands found their way in his hair again, slightly tugging at it, causing him to let out a moan against you. The vibrations rippled throughout your body, sending you into absolutely bliss and before you could even come down from that small high, two of his fingers were inside of you. You gasped at the feeling, starting to shake because he never did stop licking at your bud. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow at first, and when you bucked your hips up, he took that as a sign you wanted more. His fingers began to move rapidly in and out of you.

"Mmmm fuck!" you shouted. "Right there, Michael. Don't stop, please. I'm so close." He added a third finger, wanting to stretch you out as much as possible for him. "You feel so fucking good." He was a pre-cum mess as he ate you out. He didn't know if he was going to attempt to clean this couch or just replace it all together. You caught him and yourself off guard when you lost all control, squirting on him. You let out ear bleeding screams, which Michael liked. Your body shook violently as he continued having a go at you, wanting to see and feel you ride out your orgasm completely. And when he sat up, before he could even compliment you on how beautiful you were, you grabbed him by his throat, pulling his face close to yours. He groaned as the sudden aggression that had awakened in you.

"Fuck me." you said. "Don't say anything else, don't do anything else, but fuck me. Now." He lips moved, but you tightened the gripped on his throat, serious about what you said. He climbed on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance and sliding into with ease. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his hips. The both of you were so sweaty from your interaction and how warm it was outside for the night. Your bodies clung together and he moved himself in and out of you, not taking his eyes off you as he watched all the pretty little faces you were making.

"Y/N..." he breathed out. "You look so fucking beautiful, taking all of me." You clenched around him at the sound of his raspy voice. You could tell that he wasn't going to be able to hang on for much longer which was unusual for the two of you. If he really wanted to, Michael could go for hours, but your tonight, with the two of you being so vulnerable, he was weak under your touch. He sped up, looking down where he was fucking you. His shaft was covered from your cream and juices. You were so wet for him and he was loving every second of it. You moaned his name repeatedly every time he hit your spot. And let's be honest, it was every time. He was always on beat, until he was close, but his uneven thrusts felt just as great.

You pulled him down closer you so that he lay completely against you as he fucked you senseless. He nuzzled his face in your neck, giving it soft kisses, occasional giving it a soft bite. You breathed heavily in his ear, biting, sucking, and licking on it, which drove him insane.

"You keep that up and I'll cum for you right now." he said, barely holding on. He was getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute, struggling to even hold himself up, just wanting to melt completely into your arms.

"Cum for me then." you whispered in his ear. "Cum with me." And that's when he lost it, you not trailing to far behind. He moaned loudly in your ear, you in his, as you both let go, erasing the pain from earlier today.

Both of you laid there for a moment, still coming down, too tired to really speak. When he did decide to move, he pulled out slowly, aware of how sensitive you would be. He moved his now very damp hair out of his face, searching through his jean pockets for the hair tie he had earlier. He put his hair in a lazy bun before happily sighing and looking at you.

"I'm going to go and take the shower I've been needed since I got home." he began. "Care to join me?" When you made eye contact with him to give an answer, you could see that this was going to be no type of innocent shower. And you were okay with that.

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ssatoritendou · 3 years

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Dragon Queen

Pairing: bakugou/reader

katsuki bakugou

Word count: 2.3k

+ summary: You and your siblings are orphans, you were the oldest and needed to take care of them. You didn’t think it was wrong from stealing from the Prince soon to be King would be bad.

Genre: Medieval AU; fluff

Warning: Cursing, suggestive content

"Shitty Hair where is my fucking sword!?” Prince Bakugou yelled across the room. "I don't know. Check the throne room or the dungeon." Kirishima yelled back. "This like the 18th fucking thing that's gone missing." "Bakugou man your mom needs you in the throne room." "Tell the Hag I'm not interested. I just want to travel to have those Princess sluts at my feet." Bakugou argued back. "Listen to me, you tell that Brat that he will get his ass down here now!” The angry Queen yelled from the throne room. "Hmph." The prince grabbed his cloak and walked downstairs. He was met with Kirishima at the bottom of the stairs opening his mouth to say something.”I heard, Kirishima get your shit together and wait outside. I'll be out in no time." "But Baku-" "Just do it. And be in a position so we can get out of here." He walked into the throne room, the Princesses his mother picked for him were ogling him again. "Not a chance in hell Hag. I will marry when I want to. When I do it will be someone I choose and certainly not a princess or of high standing.” He said with spite in staring directly into the Princesses eyes. Of course, He knew she wouldn't accept his terms. "Katsuki, you need to be married. You will be coronated soon to become the next King ever since your father died. Our kingdom needs-" "I'm leaving and when I come back I will come back with a bride and if not you can pick one I will marry. Shitty Hair let's go." He hopped onto Kirishima and left the island.

"So Bakugou where are we off to? Raid some pirates, tavern hopping, or-" "I need to find my sword. We are going to the trade market. It's worth a lot of money. Any sad sack that stole my sword would know that." "Weren't we just there?" "Exactly Shitty Hair. We got back yesterday drunk off our asses and someone must have stolen it off of me. When we got home we slept it off. We have been there multiple times and each time something of mine went missing. Find the robber and deal with him and then...I have to find a bride." "Bakugou how are you going to find a bride?" "I DON"T KNOW SHITTY HAIR!"

"If it isn't the Great Dragon King and his pet again. Two days in a row. What brings you in today?" "Did you see anybody hanging around me and the dragon?" "Mainly just girls. All wanting to be queen. No one out of the ordinary to me." The bartender responded. “Damnit.” He said frustrated. “Shitty hair let's go to the market." The pair was wandering around for a while before Kirishima said something. "Bakugou isn't that your knife?" "Which one dumbass? This a table full of knives and swords." "That one with the emerald stone. I remember it because you threw it at Prince Shoto when he beat you in a sword fight." "Oh yeah. Hey, where'd ya get this?" "This type of knife here is a rare silver and gold plated base with a jewel stone in crested in the handle." "I'm not looking to buy it! I want to know who gave it to you to sell so they could get some profit!" Bakugou lunged forward and had the man in his hands. "Bakugou-" "Shut it Kirishima!" "I can't tell you she kill me and her little minions too." "It's either me or her. Right now who are you more afraid of?" "She lives in the forest with other children. She steals from out of towners." "Did she give you a sword?" "No. I haven't seen her in weeks. No one here has. She sells to all of us and we give her 20% of the profit." "Thanks. Here's some cash. Alright, Shitty Hair we are going to the woods."

"_____ we are going to the stream.”Your little sisters said. "Ok bring b/n with you two. The last time you two went you nearly fell in and were taken by the current." “Ok, we promise. See you for dinner." The two little girls left with b/n. You lived in the woods with other orphans. You were the oldest and had to take care of them. Your orphanage was destroyed and you couldn't leave them behind. You also had to find a way to provide for them. You had come up with a plan to take care of everyone. Stealing from out of towners, selling it to merchants, and getting some profit back wouldn't be so bad. Some of their quirks were a little frightening and so was yours. No one dared to cross your family in fear of their lives. "_____ I found that berry plant again. I thought it would make a great side dish tonight.” Your little brother said to you. "That's perfect, g/n. You go and wash them and b/n is preparing the meat and I'm preparing the salad. g/n and g/n are baking. And I believe b/n is chopping wood." "Alright. Cool, where did you get the sword?" He gestured to the shiny sword sitting on the dinner table. "I was about to ask that question myself?" You turned to see a man on a dragon with b/n and the twins. 'GOD he is attractive.- Hold up children endanger because hot man is holding them captive. Must fight girly instants.' "Hey put them down this instant!" "Oh, I will once I get back what was stolen from me." "I didn't steal it. I permanently borrowed it. Put those kids down or suffer the consequences." "Oh, what are little children and a shitty girl going to do?" “b/n do it now." b/n put his hand in the dragon activating his quirk. The dragon turned back to a person. Then g/n opened a portal for them to hit the ground safely. She also made a portal for the men and transported them to the ground. Her sister went over to them and knocked them out. "What do we do with them now _____?" "Well, I guess they are joining us for dinner," You smirked.

"Look who joined us finally _____!" b/n cheered next to me. Bakugou awoke out of his slumber and he was being held captive by a boy with branches coming out of his neck. "Let me go! You have no clue what I'm capable of!" “b/n don't need to aggravate the little firecracker. King Bakugou right? Can't activate your quirk if I have someone that can cancel it out for you." The shitty girl was pouring everyone a drink. "What is King Aizawa here or something?" "Hehehe, no no I'm not related to him. I'm flattered though." Your younger brother laughed. "I just came to get my sword back." "No can do. Sword can catch me and my siblings a pretty penny or more. We need it to survive you are a King get another one." "It has value to me." "I'll have to think about it over dinner. Kirishima is the roast done?" You turned your head to Kirishima as he was explaining to a set of twin girls how to cook meat. "What the fuck Shitty Hair!?" "Language!" The group yelled at the angry blonde. "Hey, Bakugou man. They were very nice to me and I offered to help cook." "How the hell am I supposed to eat?" He gestured to the tree branches around him. "I'll feed you." The shitty girl smiled. "I rather starve." "You really want the sword back you should pay nice with _____. I'm b/n by the way. It's very nice to meet you King Bakugou." "Whatever." "Fine then starve." b/n said with annoyance in his tone. "You don't need to be rude, b/n. I guess he doesn't really value this sword." "Wait...Fine, you can feed me." He grumbled. "I have never seen him cave like that," Kirishima whispered to you. "I have that effect on cocky men." "EH, YOU HA-" "You shouldn't really yell at me. Kirishima has been lovely to us and but I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him and you too. I might have to teach a lesson on manners. And I'm not afraid to get violent." She smiled an evil smile that looked innocent. Bakugou felt something in his chest...thump...thump. 'Nope, not a chance in hell! I rather spend the day with Deku and listen to him talk about Knight All Might.' "Ok kids go wash your hands and then we will feast." "Um _____ can you bring me the soap and water?" "Of course. " You brought the items over to the boy that was holding Bakugou with the branches. She helped him wash his hands. "Bakugou what would you like on your plate?" "Everything." You gathered a plate for him. "We only have water. Once we had wine but someone here drank it all." You glared at your brother holding him. "I thought it was prune juice." "Sure." "Wasn't fun either with you messing with the gravity." "Hehe." She giggled. "Ok open up." She brought the fork to the stubborn male's mouth and he began to slowly eat his food.

You fed him before you fed yourself. And when everybody was finished for dinner there was almost nothing left for you. It didn’t bother you though. But it bothers Bakugou. He began thinking ‘I wished I hadn't eaten so much. I wanted her to have everything she needed.’ "You were good at dinner Bakugou. You can let him go b/n. We are going to negotiate. Bring everybody inside." The boy rolled his eyes and let Bakugou go and brought everybody inside the small cabin. "So how much are you willing to pay for the sword?" "I never asked your name?" "_____. I ask again how much?" "_____ this sword was given to me by my father as a gift. He died a couple of months ago due to old age and not taking care of his body. I couldn't put a price on it." "Do you or do you not want it back?" "You don't seem to care it's a gift from my father?" "Why should I? We live in free territory land, a trading stop for all kingdoms we are ruled by no one. He wasn't my king. And parents have little value to me. Mine gave me up, only people to ever care about me are those kids and myself." "How about a deal for the sword?" "A deal? I just want money." You stated bluntly. "I want to marry you." "What?" "You can be the queen of my land, rule with me, have everything you want. The brats can come too. I think they could grow on me." He was down on one knee holding your hand. He looked up at you to see you blushing. "Why me? I'm just some commoner and I'm sure there are Princesses that are a better candidate-" Katsuki placed his lips on you gently. "Have you ever met a Princess?" He laughed. "You think I would want to marry that type of girl?" "You would probably kill the Princess you marry." "Haha. Then let's go tell the troops we're leaving."

“b/n are you sure it's working?" His sister asked him. "Yes, I use it all the time when _____ is talking about new places to steal. Now hush." He was still connected to the plant life around the cabin and could listen to what was going on. "I want to marry you." "What?" "You can be the queen of my land, rule with me, have everything you want. The brats can come too. I think they could grow on me." "Have you ever met a Princess?" there was a slight chuckle. "You think I would want to marry that type of girl?" "You would probably kill the Princess you marry." "Haha. Then let's go tell the troops we're leaving." "We are moving to the castle!" He screamed in excitement. "Damnit! b/n I was going to tell you that. Stop listening in that is very rude." _____ scolded him again. "Sorry. Couldn't help it." "You are going to marry this hot head?" Kirishima said. "Watch it Shitty Hair." The king warned. "Thank you, Thank you so much. That means he does have a heart in there somewhere." He was on his knees sobbing to _____. "Pull yourself together Dumbass."

The group arrived back at the castle with _____ and all of ‘her brats’ as Katsuki put it. "Mother I found a bride!" "Yeah right what wench did you pay to set this thing off for a year before you actually marry her?" "_____ my love please come in." You walked into the throne room and your siblings trailing behind you with Kirishima. "Katsuki she is beautiful...Wait what's with the brats?" "They are my siblings, your majesty. We were orphans and I took them in and provided for them myself." "How so?" "Permanently borrowing things and selling them for a profit." "You don't need to make it sound fancy _____. She stole and threaten merchants to give her a profit after they sold it." Bakugou said bluntly. "Ha, yeah that's what I did. It was easy with cocky men like Katsuki over here." "I'm not cocky!" "Yes, you are." You and his mother said at the same time. You two looked at each other and laughed. "Don't you dare laugh at my expanse you Hag!" "Katsuki don't raise your voice at your mother that is very rude." "She is your wife. Quick Kirishima get the priest." "Hag, I want her to have a grand wedding and everybody to be invited. In every kingdom. Even dumbass Icy-Hot's kingdom.” He held you close to my waist and dipped her down and this time he planted a forceful kiss upon you. You went weak in the knees and fell right into Bakugou. He picked you up and rushed you out of the throne room. "Kirishima, show the brats the castle. We will be back down tomorrow morning." He smiled seductively at you. "Katsuki! Not in front of the kids and isn't against royal rules to be with your betrothed before your wedding day?" "You are looking at the royal rule-breaker here, my little thief. Besides you have to be punished for stealing my property. You have to please your King."

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devilatmydoor · 4 years

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Anna, my dear, queen of spooky season🍂✨ for the Halloween celebration I need a bonfire/telling ghosts sories with the boys 4/4 where the reader is in a relationship with Calum and he tires to be brave for the reader but low key is scared af as well ❤️❤️

hello my dear! you are too sweet angel 🥺🥺this was so fun to write!

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The moon shining bright above you as the fire crackled, bursts of deep red and orange flames in front of you. Calum's strong arms held you close to him in an effort to keep you warm, you draped your fuzzy on top of the both of you. Ashton, Luke, and Michael with their partners gathered around the bonfire accompanied by a plethora of blankets. Ashton leaned over the fire as he roasted marshmallows for everyone craving s' mores; you watched as Luke attempted to help Ashton with opening the package to graham crackers.

Within seconds Luke had broken 3 crackers in a row cueing a roar of laughter from everyone, his cheeks flushed pink as Micheal commented "Thank god we have more crackers in the house!"

"I'll go get more.” Crystal smiled getting up and walking towards the back door.

“Perfect, who wants to start?” Michael asked as he sipped his drink.

“Start what?” You asked confused, unsure of what he meant.

“Scary stories, duh! I’ll start” Ashton said excitedly as he grabbed his flashlight, turning it on and putting it under his chin like in the movies. “Did you guys hear about the father who showed his 4-year-old daughter a photo of herself? She told him she didn’t look like that in the mirror. He asked her how she looked in the mirror and she described his little sister who drowned in the river?”

Calum snickered at the story, “Was that supposed to be scary? Psht, next.” You gave Calum a look and he chuckled, “What? It wasn’t even scary!”

“Mhmm, shush.” You giggled as he pulled you closer to him which you thought was impossible.

“What about the children’s playground in Alabama?” Ashton mentioned and everyone shook their heads, “That’s what I thought. People have reported hearing children giggling and voices of them calling out when there were no children around the premises. People have taken photos and there were rumors of orbs of lights that are believed to be children’s spirits passed on. Most of the sightings are from 10pm to 3am which is obviously too late for children to be playing.”

You shivered against Calum as a gust of wind blew, “Are you scared bub?”

You giggle at Calum’s comment, “No, are you?”

“I have no reason to be.” He smiled kissing your cheek softly. Crystal walked back outside with crackers in hand. Ashton put his flashlight away to finish making smores for anyone who was still hungry for one.

“In 1976, a small town in Ireland there was an unusual fog that scared people enough to lock themselves in their homes. There were over 60 reports of sightings of the undead, the police found the local graveyard had all of the graves dug up, it’s one of the biggest mysteries.” Michael told as Crystal sat down next to him.

Calum gripped you tighter, you quickly turned around to face him as he gave you an unrecognizable facial expression, “You okay?”

He nodded kissing your cheek, “Mhmm, just cold baby.” You knew he wasn’t being completely honest but nonetheless, he held you close as he nuzzled his head on your shoulder while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Luke started to tell a story as your focus was shifted to Calum who was holding you as tight as he could. When Luke finished his story Crystal changed the subject entirely and played music so people could dance to her playlist they made.

Calum’s grip loosened as you took off the blanket and got off of his lap, he followed as he stood up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, “Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Good idea, maybe we can warm up by drinking hot cocoa or take a hot bath?” You smirked with a wink causing him to chuckle in response.

“Or we could do both?” He smiled as he walked with you towards his car.

“We could drink hot cocoa and then take a hot bath to relax.” You mentioned as he held on to you tight.

“Good point,” He kissed your cheek before stepping ahead of you so he could stand in front of you. He cupped your face with his hands, “Thanks for tonight, your the best.”

“Of course, I’m always here for you.” You smiled kissing his lips softly.

“I’ll always be here for you, someone's gotta protect you from the monsters.” He commented as he continued to walk with you.

“Someone has to protect you from the ghosts.” You teased winking at him, he laughed before shaking his head.

“Mhm, I’m never going to live that down am I?” He blushed while he got his car keys out before unlocking the car.

“Don’t think so bub, your secret is safe with me.” You smiled pretending to zip your lips and throw away the key.

“Thank god, everyone already knows my kryptonite is you.” He winked as he opened the car door for you, he kissed your forehead before helping you in the car.

“We have that in common, you’re definitely my weakness.” You smiled putting your seatbelt on smiling at him; knowing your night was far from over in the best way possible. You loved being with his bandmates and friends but alone time with Calum was your favorite pastime.

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leviskokoro · 4 years

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summary｜The espionage group consisting of Mari, Grimm, Ruggie, Leona, Kalim, and Jamil are in need of assistance in order to pull off the plan to take back the magic stone stolen from them by fairies. Fortunately, help has arrived in the form of a worldwide supermodel.

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credit goes to @wakaoujisenhime for giving me the idea to write this!

“Are you saying these guys will be performing during the fashion show? Perhaps you mistook it for a vegetable competition.”

“Puppies, it’s time for training!”

“You guys are…!”

And with those words, Mari knew they were in for a ride. Then again, she did expect this to happen as soon as the Headmaster had explained the situation to her. It seemed like it’d be fun, like an espionage mission for the spy movies she used to watch in her world. How exciting!

“Vil! And Sir Crewel!” Kalim exclaimed with a grin.

“With our support, you guys will definitely become the stars of the fashion show,” Vil spoke as he gazed at the group with a judgemental glint in his lilac eyes. He glanced at the teacher beside him, smirking. “Right, Sir Crewel?”

“Of course, Schoenheit.”

The both of them chuckled.

“The two most troublesome people are here,” Ruggie said, ears folded and eyebrows furrowed.

“Jamil, you asshole. Do you know what you’ve done?” Leona growled, glaring daggers at him.

“I also thought this was a tough decision.” Said boy wore his usual level-headed expression. “Top model Vil and fashionista Sir Crewel. If those two coached us, we could beat this challenge. But in order to make this show a success as amateurs, I could only seek help from them.”

“There’s no one better suited for the job than them,” Mari spoke up, shrugging. It was true. Vil was the one that had always been seen working relentlessly to maintain his beauty and Sir Crewel was known for his talent when it came to fashion. It was impossible to think of anyone else that would rival them in their fields in NRC.

“As expected of Scarabia’s dorm head, he’d do literally anything to achieve his goal. How amazing…” The hyena muttered under his breath.

“Distract the queen-- No, distract the entire audience then snatch the crown away in the meantime. “The title of this operation will be “Monopolize both the crown and their attention”! I will make this a success!” Vil exclaimed, a smirk of pure confidence on his handsome face. The girl often wished she had just an ounce of his self-confidence. Maybe then life would be easier for her.

“Ugh, what a pain…” Leona grumbled.

“Alright. First of all, you guys should have matching costumes,” Crewel told them.

“Would that include us? Ruggie, Grimm, and I won’t really be participating in the fashion show,” Mari asked, raising her hand as if she’s in class.

“Of course! You may not be part of it, but you still need proper clothes in order to sneak in,” he answered. “Entering a formal venue with dirty fur is unacceptable for my puppies.”

Right. Good point.

“Be grateful. I’ll make the most exotic and most exquisite costumes of all time.” Their teacher smirked. “I’ll be the one to make you guys stand out the most!”

And so it had begun. The group had been subjected to wearing countless fabrics to find the perfect one to use. Crewel got to work designing their costumes.

Bursts of sparkles enveloped them, then dissipated to reveal them in the costumes their teacher had designed for them. Everyone was dressed in pristine white clothes with floral patterns and flowers in their hair.

“How’s that? You could clearly see a bunch of puppies with gorgeous fur.” Crewel was satisfied with his own work, smiling at them.

“As expected of our teacher,” Vil commented, also smiling in appreciation of the craftsmanship. “The color is not too outstanding in order to draw out their own beauty, very stoic and kinda mysterious. The endless longing for the unknown, that is the true meaning of exotic.”

“Hmm. It’s easier to get along with someone who understands fashion like you,” the teacher said, glancing at him.

It’s nice that they were enjoying themselves, at least. Mari giggled lightly as she twirled in her dress. The light fabric was easy to move in and felt comfortable. If they ever needed to run, it wouldn’t hold her back at all. Their teacher probably considered this. She looked at the mirror to see how she looked and it’s fair to say that his work was amazing. It made her feel… otherworldly. She already was from another world but to look the part was a different matter.

“We’ve tried on different clothes again and again…” Jamil crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. His lips pulled downwards.

“I’m already tired and training hasn’t even started yet,” Ruggie sighed, closing his eyes. His ears were folded.

“Is that right? Designing costumes is always like this. Right, Leona?” Kalim spoke up, turning to the beastman prince.

“Kind of…” Leona crossed his arms as well, seeming disinterested in the situation.

“I think the trouble was worth it. Sir Crewel certainly did a fantastic job,” Mari commented as she stared at the floral lacing that ran across her waistline, fingers delicately tracing over it. A small smile graced her lips.

“It’s too early to be relieved,” Vil told her. “If the people wearing these clothes don’t act in a proper manner, the silk shirts they’re wearing might as well just be sack rags.”

“To become the center of attention on the fashion show, we must have some sort of performance.” He smiled. “A gorgeous walk with a gorgeous performance. Both of these are necessary.”

“First, I’ll have you guys show me your style of walking.”

Leona smirked. “All we have to do is walk? It’s so easy that I could do it in my sleep.”

Jamil rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look on his features. “If we’re too self-conscious, we might wander off at some point.”

Kalim gave a light laugh. It was as if he was the sun, radiating warmth. “No need to be nervous. Just relax and do it.”

Soon enough, the three were put to the test and let the model judge their skill.

“Very unexpected. I never thought that you could walk elegantly,” Vil said. “Impressive, Jamil.”

Said boy smirked. “It’s my honor to receive such praise from you, Vil.”

He turned to Scarabia’s dorm leader with a smile. “Kalim had a very noble posture. The education from your hometown has been beneficial for you.”

Kalim chuckled. “Is that so? Hehehe, I’m kinda embarrassed. Though, I only have great posture thanks to my love of dancing and not from the education I learned.”

“It’s true. Kalim had been learning traditional dances ever since he was a kid, while I took an interest in street dancing,” Jamil said, his lips pulled upwards. Nostalgia glinted in his eyes.

“I see. So that’s why you guys have such trained bodies.” Vil was clearly pleased with the two. Then, he frowned and turned to Leona, deciding to finally address the elephant in the room. Er, lion in the room. “Compared to that… Leona, what’s with your lame walking?” He glared at him.

“Ah? It’s the same as those Scarabia guys.” He closed his eyes, crossing his arms.

“It’s not the same at all. Jamil’s light step, Kalim’s nobility. You have neither of those,” he berated him, giving him an icy glare. “Your feet are dragging along the floor and you have atrocious posture. Your head was swaying as you were walking. It feels like your shoulders are cutting through the wind. It’s very boorish!”

“The title of prince sounds incredulous to me.”

“How ironic that the feline can’t catwalk…” Mari mumbled.

“He literally just criticized Leona.” Ruggie’s eyes widened in shock.

“Schoenheit,” Crewel spoke up, “For a useless dog like him, shouldn’t we train him to walk on two legs first? If we let him be, it’d be like letting a newborn kitten walk on the runway.”

“Indeed,” the model agreed with him, a troubled expression on his flawless features. “Having Leona perform when he doesn’t even have the basis of walking is kinda hard. If we can’t handle both at the same time, then we should focus on walking.”

He sighed. “I hate to admit it, but he has a commanding aura that could make him the main model. It’d be a waste if we don’t utilize that.”

“Scarabia got 100 points for walking. So now, try challenging the dancing part.” Vil gave his underclassmen a pleasant smile. “You guys will have the role of making the festival livelier. Your performance could also make the shitty main model stand out more.”

“Ah, we must follow Schoenheit’s plan to fill the hole that Kingscholar built,” Crewel said.

“Leona is so hopeless. I wonder if the both of us can cover him well.” Jamil rubbed his chin in thought.

“Let’s do our best! I already promised Leona that I’m going to take care of him.” Kalim, the little cinnamon roll, had a look of determination on his face.

“As a student from Savanaclaw, I feel so ashamed. I’m so sorry that he’s such a troublesome leader.” Ruggie sighed.

Man, they were all roasting him so much. Mari bit her lip, trying not to laugh at the situation as she didn't wanna be mean to him.

“I could also be your coach on teaching you how to walk on two feet,” Grimm told him, smirking.

“You guys…” Leona growled, glaring at them. “The moment I stay quiet, you all really couldn’t shut your mouths.”

Then, Crewel hit him with his whip. “Stop barking!”

She flinched at the noise. Oof, that’s gotta hurt.

The teacher smiled and placed a hand on his hip. “Listen up, puppies. Take in Schoenheit’s lesson and finish up the most perfect show ever!” He ordered them.

“Come on. Immediately start the lesson for the Fairy Gala!” Vil smirked.

And with that, he started coaching the three performers. In the meantime, Mari and Ruggie decided to practice their part. She sat down on a chair, wearing a plastic crown that she pinned to her hair. It took them a few attempts to get it right.

“Wow, their performance is exquisite! I can’t help but keep my eyes on these mysterious fairies!” Mari exclaimed, doing her best to act her part as the fairy queen. It was difficult to keep herself from laughing.

“Got it!” Ruggie grinned, holding up her plastic crown that he swapped out. “Did you notice it?”

She shook her head. “That was perfect! I didn’t feel a thing. How long did it take?”

“Shishishi,” he did his signature laugh, “Only 6 seconds to take out the pins. Leona really thought that I’d need 10 seconds.”

“Great! Now all we need is for those three to get their act straight,” Grimm cheered and they decided to check on their progress, making their way to Pomefiore’s ballroom.

“It hurts,” Kalim groaned. “Sorry for bumping into you again.”

“Kalim, just now you were supposed to step forward. Timing is key,” Jamil told him in a calm manner.

“You have beautiful posture but you make too many mistakes when you swing your body that way,” Vil spoke up.

“When I get too excited, it’s hard to control my arms.” The white-haired dorm leader rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish expression on his face.

“And Jamil, you make no mistakes with your dance but it’s too perfect to the point that it lacks the atmosphere that would make the festival livelier.”

“Vil, thank you for your hard work. We came to see how practice is going,” Ruggie said, walking into the room with his hands resting behind his head. “Is our leader doing well?” He snickered, turning to Leona. They were greeted with a chaotic sight. Leona was balancing a couple of vases on his head and shoulders. Sounds of water sloshing around coming from inside the vases.

His eyes widened in shock. “What’s happened?!”

“Vil! Get these off of me!” Leona barked at the model.

“It’s a method for correcting your posture. You must walk around the room without pouring any water from the vase,” he responded.

“You bastard…!” Leona growled, before he got splashed with water. His clothes became soaked.

“Restart.” Vil remained calm, crossing his arms. “Don’t worry. We have plenty of water to refill.”

“AH I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE! I QUIT!” The soaked beastman cried out. “I don’t care if it going to keep snowing, I can’t keep doing these stupid things.”

Ruggie sighed, his ears folded. He shrugged. “Leona is hopeless. Kalim and Jamil keep messing up when dancing. Can we really keep up when the day of the Fairy Gala arrives?” He wondered.

“If they fail to capture the audience’s attention, we’ll be the ones in danger when we need to swap out the crown.” Grimm wore a fearful expression, holding onto Mari for comfort.

Mari caressed her partner’s fur, contemplating what’s to come. “Maybe we should try a different plan…” She mumbled. But then again, it’s likely too late for that.

“No problem,” Vil reassured them, still oddly calm as ever. “I’ll bet with my model spirit that I'll make the “Monopolize both the crown and their attention” plan successful.”

“But how are you going to do it?” Ruggie asked.

A smile formed on his handsome features.

“There’s only one way to make this work.”

Then his face broke out into a harsh glare, piercing the souls of anyone who dared look directly into his eyes. “By being stricter! If I need to force your own body to memorize the correct posture, then I will beat them into you so that you can never forget!”

SMACK!

The three men screamed in pain and shock. Everyone’s eyes were wide open, including the stealth group.

“He’s using magic to slap their butts!” Ruggie exclaimed.

Vil crossed his arms, continuing to direct his merciless glare at them. If looks could kill, they’d be sent straight to the Underworld. “Three of you, stand up. From now on, if you sit down without my permission, I’ll have you squat 500 times.”

“Leona, place the vase on your head and redo it. If you pour it, squat for an hour.”

His expression turned into one of exasperation. “We can’t keep doing this if you don’t train your body.”

He turned to the two Scarabia students. “Kalim and Jamil, three-legged run around the school if either one of you makes a mistake. It’s a joint responsibility.”

“No way…!”

Leona glared back. “Acting all bossy… Just who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Worldwide supermodel, Vil Schoenheit!” he shouted and used his magic to spank their butts once more. The force was so strong that it caused tears to come out of Kalim’s eyes.

“What a demon coach…” Grimm muttered under his breath and hid behind his supervisor.

Grueling training has begun for the three poor unfortunate souls.

Today was the day of the Fairy Gala. The group had been preparing, making sure that everything was perfect. Vil was applying makeup on them, his expertise in cosmetics was truly something awe-inspiring. He made sure to accentuate their best features and give them makeup looks to die for.

“It’s your turn,” he turned to the prefect, who sat on a chair in front of him. His fingers hooked from under her chin and tilted her head up to get a better look at what he’s gotta work with. She gazed back at him with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. He hummed for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Your inner beauty revolves around your motherly heart. So, I’d like to give you a more innocent and demure, yet mature look.”

The model got to applying the makeup. She followed whatever instructions he gave her while he did so. It was quite a pleasant experience getting her makeup done by him. As he worked, the rest of the group fixed their costumes.

“Where do I wrap this cloth?” She could hear Kalim ask from behind Vil.

“Give it to me. Just put it on your shoulder… Okay, done.” Jamil helped him out.

“Wearing these expensive clothes really got me feeling nervous… And itchy,” Ruggie mumbled.

“Just act natural and the fairies will think you’re one of them. Don’t be nervous,” Leona spoke up.

Vil stepped back to survey his work, seeing whether he was satisfied with it or not. He leaned in and added a few more finishing touches and a small smile pulled at his lips. He took a small hand mirror and showed it to her.

Her eyes widened in shock. She looked… ethereal. The overall style was more natural compared to the others as he didn’t want it to clash with the overall aesthetic of her costume. She had dusty rose pink strawberry-scented lip gloss that shimmered in the light and highlights only served to make her seem angelic. A delicate beauty that seemed out of this world. The true meaning of exotic.

He took everything into account and made a masterpiece. And it was enough for Mari to see herself as gorgeous, which she believed to be an impossible feat until now.

“I take it that you’re speechless at my skill.” Vil’s voice reached her ears. All she could do was nod in silence, mouth agape. He chuckled. “You’ve graduated from potato to beautiful fairy. At least, for today. If you worked harder, you could maintain your beauty.”

She looked up at him with a shining grin and sparkling eyes. “Thanks, Vil!”

After sprinkling fairy powder on her, he stepped back and allowed the rest of the group to see her. But if one were to look closer, they might’ve noticed the red dusting his ears.

“Everyone is so sparkly...” Grimm smiled.

“That is thanks to the needlework, but the effect mostly comes from the fairy powder,” Jamil explained.

“It looks really good on you guys,” Mari complimented them, chuckling.

“That’s my line,” Leona said, then turned to her. He eyed her up and down before he smirked. “Not bad for a herbivore, I guess.”

“Yeah, you look exactly like a fairy.” Jamil smiled, crossing his arms.

She couldn’t help but blush at the compliments, “Thank you…”

“Are you guys ready?” Vil asked. He gave them a firm glare. “If you lose focus now, our strict lessons will be for nothing. Look at the mirror, check your makeup.”

They all checked their appearances one last time to make sure everything was perfect.

“We started from an unsightly situation so I wasn’t sure if this was going to work.” He sighed, before a smile creeped up on his lips. “But I guess it’s not that bad after seeing the finished look.”

“Vil…” Kalim sniffed, before he wrapped his arms around the tall blond and embraced him. “VIL! Thanks to you, I can dance on the runway. I’ll do my best!”

“Don’t forget about the original goal,” he reminded him. His features softened up, a gentle smile on his face. It was rare to see him like this. “The mission is to get back the stone that the fairies stole from us.”

Aw, they looked so cute like that. After that little exchange, Scarabia’s dorm leader let go of him.

Vil closed his eyes and crossed his arms. “If we lose the magic stone, the usual school life will never come back again.”

He gave them a harsh glare. “Listen up, okay? It’s war on the runway.”

Then, he smirked. “Grab the crown and their attention with the greatest performance of all time!” His words were encouraging, filling the girl with a sense of determination. The fire in her soul burned brightly, undying.

“Alright!”

Vil looked out the window with an unreadable expression. He was confident in his ability to coach, so he shouldn’t have to worry about them messing up. At least, that’s what he told himself. However, something else was on his mind. It irked him to think that a magicless potato of a freshman would have such an effect on him. But he remembered the way she gazed at him with such genuine admiration. Her smile seemed to shine brighter than any star.

He was no idiot, and he was certainly not the type to deny his feelings. He knew exactly what he was feeling. Rook had always blabbered to him nonstop about this sort of subject. Not only that, but he was aware that he wasn’t the only one. Other men had been vying for her attention for far longer than he has been.

But no matter. He just had to show her why he’s the best option.

#vil schoenheit #twst vil #twst vil schoenheit #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x mc #vil x mc #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #kalim al asim #jamil viper #twst grimm

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phoenix-manga · 4 years

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[DCA Event] - Six Queens Event Part 3

[Aragon - No Way]

When it was Evonie who had the spotlight, she let all the frustration of the ghost take over but still kept a steady pace with it so she doesn’t entirely lose herself. Remembering Professor Faustus’ warning to NOT let them take over you even if you sympathize with their pain and frustrations.

With a confident stride she played the part of the wife who has had enough of B.S. from his highness, King Henry.

Vil is impressed, the golden shine of her costume along with the way she carried herself, truly resembled a queen. He did the “Z” snap whenever Evonie made statements on why the king was an old wrinkled disaster who didn’t know what the HELL he was doing.

Evonie: So far, I’ve been shat on by fate! But I did my best to keep my composure, was supposed to marry Prince Arthur but he died? Okay fine, whatever! Got engaged to Prince Henry even though he was my dead husband’s brother? Okay, whatever!

....

Sleep around with women all the time while making B.S. excuses? OKAY! Fine by me! But trying to replace me with a side chick in MY palace and dump me into a nunnery? NO WAY!

Vil: Tell him sister!

Some of the audience nodded or made grunts to signify the fact that they’ve been there, sister.

When she started singing, her eyes started to glow but it wasn’t noticeable by the audience due to the lights. Every verse, she sang with a frustrated voice sang in a rhythmic defiance.

Somewhere in the song, people started to dance along to the chorus. And then came the part where she sang softly

Evonie: You got me down on my knees, please tell me what you think I’ve done wrong? Been humble, been loyal I’ve tried to swallow my pride all along... If you could just explain a single thing I've done to cause you pain...

I’ll go~

(Awkward Silence)

Jack and Deuce both thought that the king wasn’t a good man to be a husband, let alone a father. (Respect women juice)

The audience chuckles when she stares blankly as if waiting for a reply, and they laugh when she pretends to check on her nonexistent watch.

Then when she sang the chorus loudly, she can feel the ghost’s possession fading a bit but it wasn’t entirely gone. Though it just means that she’ll be less likely to act differently now.

At the end of the song the crowd cheered.

But then, it was time to introduce another queen...

[Boleyn - Don't Lose Your Head]

As the queens do their introduction of Allison’s character. Allison felt the ghost send feelings of conceit and she felt like being bratty. She can tango with the ghost, it takes two to dance. She puts on a smug face as the queens parted ways to reveal her. Her green eyes started to glow brighter.

Riddle was fiddling in his seat, his impression of Allison was more on an immature image so he’s having thoughts on how she’ll pull off the role.

When they revealed her with a phone, he just crosses his arms with an unsure expression. But when she signaled the music to start and acted like some conceited mean girl he was VERY shook.

Who knew Allison could pull of the act well. Cater whistled on how much she resembled a proud barbie character. Trey thought how fitting this act was for Allison, but also the dorm cause he knows very well the students wouldn’t want to “lose their head”.

Ace was losing it, his mouth hung open in an amused way. Deuce, bless him, tried to take in all the info just in case Professor Trein wanted an essay on the play. (Boi better not include the edited persona bits, the actual queens did NOT act like that XD)

When she got to the part that roasted the king about not getting it up, Ace and Cater both said, “Oof! burn!”

But what stole the tart was this part...

Queens: What was she meant to do-

Allison: Oh my god, you guys he seriously wants to chop my head off!

Audience: *Chuckles*

Allison: I mean... I guess he just really liked my head.

Riddle and Deuce:

Trey just had his eyes wide while Ace and Cater covered their mouths, their elementary brain cells giggling at the dirty joke.

Even a good amount of the audience screamed at the unexpected dirty joke. Epel glances to he side and sees Vil with a disgusted look on his face. Jack nervously glances at Ortho and hoped that Idia-senpai won’t send him to the underworld for something he couldn’t control.

Divus chuckled at the bold choice of writing the scenario. Crowley had his image of the DCA student body shattered. (Chill out bird brain, it was a character!)

Allison let her energy out with a sporadic dance. The ghost’s possession lessened but not entirely, two down, four to go.

The song ends with the light on Allison’s head to signify her beheading.

[Extra]

Epel laughed loudly at that it startled Vil. But he recovered and bonked Epel on his lavender head.

Allison: What a weekend... I’m like literally dead!

Cerule: Umm, did you actually die?

Allison: Yeah and it was so extra! So I’m obvs the winner so I think I’m gonna sing another solo.

This was when I found out that Catherine of Aragon had tragically died, *Snort* it’s called wearing yellow to a funeral.

Catherine was a MASSIVE CU-

Rozeline and Vidya: NO! STOP!

Ace laughed loudly with no consequences, Trey is trying to stop Riddle from collaring him. Cater’s camera was shaking cause he was laughing too.

Jack thanks that there’s censorship for Ortho. Silently praying for his and the boy’s soul.

Floyd was laughing so much that Jade and Azul had to cover his mouth because his teeth and laugh scared a teenager sitting nearby.

#phnx #dca #diamond crown academy #dca events #dca headcanons #headcanon #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland oc #six queens event #six

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littlesliceofmarvel · 5 years

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Um, I Don’t Think So

Request/Synopsis: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and secretly dating Peter. One day, they accidentally let it slip that they’re together.

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

A/N: I love this, that’s all I gotta say. In this, Pepper is the reader’s mother! Also, Peter’s such a lovable dork, he deserves the world. Anywho, as always, gif isn’t mine and my inbox is always open! xx Enjoy!

You found yourself launched into a complicated situation once again. Your boyfriend, Peter, had now officially-unofficially joined the Avengers and was being mentored by your dad in jus about every possible way. You loved their closeness, really, you did. You know your dad was extremely important to Peter in so many ways, having lost his father figure a while ago. So, your dad took him under his wing, making him a new suit and helping him buckle in for life as a superhero.

Of course, there was one thing that tainted this perfect image. Your dad didn’t exactly know about your relationship. No one did, really. It was a huge secret that would definitely end in a long talk with your father about boys and your mom would probably pester you into telling her everything. You loved your parents dearly, but you weren’t sure you were ready to introduce Peter as your boyfriend to your family and the team just yet.

“You seem lost in thought,” Natasha grinned, her face mask cracking as she did so, “Definitely about a boy.”

“Oooh, do tell,” Wanda sat upright, dropping the magazine she was reading.

You scoffed, turning away, thankful that the charcoal face mask you had on covered your blushing, “I’m not thinking about a boy.” You loved your girls nights with Wanda and Natasha dearly, but damn, these girls were observant.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you know you can’t lie to us,” Wanda said with a knowing look, raising her eyebrow. One thing you hated about her observance was that she had a habit of looking inside your head to see what was up. You had told her off countless times, but you’re almost certain she still did it from time to time. One of the reasons she was impossible to lie to. You were surprised she didn’t let slip you and Peter were dating, you were almost certain she knew.

“I’m not!” You defended, “Why would I even be thinking about a guy anyways, I’m too busy watching Judge Judy.” You played it off, shrugging your shoulders and turning back to the TV as Nat chuckled.

“I’m practically the definition of liar, honey,” she remarked, “I know when I see one.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to face her, “C’mon, don’t you think that if there was a guy you two would be the first people to know?” Nat and Wanda exchanged a glance, shrugging slightly, “Besides, you know my dad doesn’t let me go 20 feet near a guy who isn’t an Avenger anyways.”

“It’s Steve!” Wanda pointed a finger at you, and you choked back a laugh.

“Steve?! What? He’s like, a hundred years old,” you laughed at her accusation, and Nat rolled her eyes, realizing that that was absurd.

Wanda realized it too and shrugged, leaning back down on the bed and picking up the magazine she was reading previously, scanning through the pages once again. Nat got up and walked to the bathroom, taking the towel out of her hair, so you turned your attention back to the television, watching Judge Judy roast some stupid people arguing about a car. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and pulled your phone out, fighting a blush when you read the message.

Spider Boy - Hey, babe, your dad invited me for dinner at the compound tonight so I’ll see you then, love you. xo

You grinned to yourself, already excited to see him, and quickly sent a reply.

Can’t wait, love you. x

You rushed to the bathroom and took off your face mask, feeling incredibly satisfied when you could move your face easily once again.

“Sorry, guys, dad texted me, gotta go see him, bye!” You rushed out the door, waving to the two girls who looked puzzled but didn’t get a chance to say anything before you were rushing down the hall to your room. The drive for Peter was about an hour and a half, and you wanted to get ready right away.

“Hey, kiddo,” You nearly ran straight into your dad while turning the corner as he stood in front of your door, “Dinner tonight, everyone’s coming, just letting you know. We need a good... bonding experience after what’s happened recently.”

You nodded quickly, excitement running through your veins, “Of course, I understand totally!” You turned the doorknob to open it, stepping inside your gorgeous room. The large queen sized bed sat next to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water, the Manhattan skyline in the distance. You rushed to your closet, throwing off your baggy sweatshirt (that was actually Peter’s but no one had to know) and shorts, scanning through your closet to find something to wear.

You pulled out a pair of jeans and a lace tank top, not wanting to seem too over the top or else people would get suspicious. As soon as you got dressed and started analyzing yourself in the mirror, your phone buzzed from the bed. You rushed over as saw you had a new text.

Natasha - You took off quickly, girlie, you know we weren’t done with questions!

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly before answering the nosy redhead.

Dad needed me! Dinner with the whole squad tonight, gotta prepare. No more questions!

You threw your phone back down on the bed, rushing to the bathroom to put on some makeup. Once you were done, you took your hair down from the bun it was in and grabbed your phone, rushing out to the living room. It had only taken you half an hour to get ready, so you still had to wait at least another half. You walked over to the couch and noticed Bucky and Sam arguing over what to watch as your mom, dad, and Bruce were cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

“Sam, I swear to god, I am going to knock your teeth out,” Bucky let out a frustrated groan as Sam changed the channel once again.

“I am sick of watching freakin’ National Geographic documentaries, man!” Sam reached for the remote as Bucky changed it once again. You let out a small laugh, thoroughly entertained by these two. They acted like brothers, and to you, they felt like brothers. You were forever blessed to have these people surrounding you.

“Y/N, come on, would you rather watch a show about bugs or ESPN?” Sam looked over to you, causing you to raise your hands in surrender.

“Not my argument, boys,” you shook your head, causing Sam to groan and Bucky to defend himself.

“It wasn’t a show about bugs, you dipshit!”

You were about to reply that you’d rather watch bugs than sports, but your dad announcing Peter’s arrival made all of your attention turn to the front door, where Peter stood with flowers in his hand. He was wearing a button up shirt and dress pants, a little bowtie around his neck. He looked absolutely adorable, and if this relationship wasn’t a secret, you’d run up and plant little kisses all over his face. Your dad greeted him with a firm pat on the back and welcomed him in, but his eyes were fixed on you. You hated this secret thing, wanting nothing more than to greet him properly, but you knew it was for the best.

“Who are the flowers for, kid? Me?” Sam asked, making Peter blush slightly as he shook his head, laughing awkwardly.

“You wish,” he responded, making Sam act offended, “They’re for you, Mrs Stark, thank you for the dinner invitation,” Peter walked over to your mother, handing her a gorgeous bouquet of roses and sunflowers, which to you was the most beautiful combination of flowers you could get. Your mother awed at the gesture, pulling Peter in for a hug. You felt your heart melt, loving how your parents got along with your boyfriend. Your dad nodded in approval, helping your mom find a vase for the flowers as Peter walked up to you, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at you, taking your breath away at how gorgeous this little dork was.

“Hey, Peter,” you replied, looking away when you realized Sam and Bucky were watching your interaction, not wanting to be suspicious or obvious.

“Parker, would you rather watch a show on bugs or sports?” Sam asked, leaning forward as if he were interrogating Peter, making you roll your eyes, looking over to Peter who seemed a little confused, “Actually, forget it, you’re a bug, of course you’re biased.” You felt yourself laughing, looking over to Peter who didn’t know what to say, nodding awkwardly. Sam let out a groan of defeat and turned the channel back to Nat Geo, making Bucky let out a ‘humph’ of triumph.

As the two continued bickering, Peter leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, “You look beautiful, babe.” You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked over to him, smiling shyly.

“You look pretty damn good yourself, Parker,” you whispered back with a little wink, making him grin.

Within the next hour, all of the Avengers had piled into the dining room and you were all seated around the long glass table, the food making your stomach grumble louder than you had expected. You didn’t eat lunch, so that explains it. You sat between your dad and Wanda, who was being embarrassingly flirty with Vision sitting next to her. Peter sat across from her and your mother across from you.

Everyone dug in immediately, the smell and look of the layout being too tempting to hold off on. You could hear Bucky and Sam arguing over potatoes at the end of the table, resulting in Steve scolding them like children, making you giggle.

“Um, anyone want a drink? I’m getting up,” Peter announced, standing up and looking around the table, waiting for a reply. Everyone mumbled a ‘thanks, I’m good.’

“I’ll actually have glass of water, thanks, if you don’t mind,” you smiled up at Peter and he nodded.

“Sure thing, babe.”

Oh, no. Fuck. Shit.

Please, please, can no one have heard that?

You felt your heart completely stop as your eyes widened, looking at Peter who went completely white. It was as if time had slowed, everyone stopping what they were doing to see if they had heard correctly, and based on both your reactions, they did.

“Babe?” Your dad questioned, placing his knife down as he looked between the two of you, “Uh, I don’t think so. Please tell me he didn’t say babe.” Your mom’s mouth dropped, looking over at you with a confused expression. Oh, God. This was not how you wanted them to find out.

“O-Of course not, M-Mr Stark,” Peter laughed awkwardly, waving his hands, “Why - Why would I call her babe?”

You dropped your head, Peter’s nervous stuttering being a dead giveaway of the fact that you two were in fact a thing. You lifted your head once again when you heard your dad’s chair pull away from the table, standing up. You rushed to your feet as well, eyes wide.

“Dad, calm down,” you pleaded quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Your heart went from being dead still to racing out of your chest. Peter looked absolutely terrified.

“Calm down? How do you expect me to-” he took a deep breath, “What’s going on between you two?”

You wanted to answer, you really did, but as soon as he asked the question, your voice left you, and you looked to Peter.

“U-Um, we’re, uh, dating, Mr. Stark,” he mumbled quietly, looking down to his feet before looking back up. From where your hand was placed on your dad’s shoulder, you could feel him tense up. You knew he was mad, his breaths coming out slightly shaky as your mom placed a hand on his from where she was sitting, looking down at her plate.

You heard Nat mumble an ‘I told you so’ to Wanda, realizing that telling them today would have probably helped how bad you felt right now.

Your dad turned to face you, and you felt awful, “Dad, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you, I-”

“How long has this been going on?”

You were surprised by how intensely he cut you off, but you swallowed your nerves, “Around six months.”

“Six - Wow, six months, nice,” he laughed sarcastically, “You’re my daughter, you’re not supposed to lie to me.”

You suddenly felt very aware that the entire team was watching and listening to you guys, but you didn’t really care, your dad’s anger being the only thing you wanted to deal with, “I know, dad, I’m so, so sorry, believe me, I am. I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened, believe me, but this is going so well and I was terrified of telling you and mom, I’ve never really done this dating thing before, you guys know that, and I really, really care about Peter and I didn’t want you guys to flip out, I was waiting for the right moment.”

You dad chuckled, “The right moment? It’s been six fucking months, you’ve had loads of right moments.” You felt your heart break, and as you opened your mouth to respond, Peter’s voice beat yours.

“If I may, Mr. Stark, she’s telling the truth, she was always talking about how awful she felt hiding this from you, she refers to the two of you as her best friends,” you heard Natasha mumble an ‘ouch’ before Peter continued, “But believe me, I love your daughter, more than I could ever tell her, and I would die trying to protect her, you need to know that this isn’t just a teenager fling, or whatever, I’m in love with her.”

You felt all the air leave your lungs as he said that last sentence, looking right into your eyes, letting you feel all of the emotions he could possibly express towards you in that moment. It was almost as if everyone else in the room had faded away, the two of you sharing this extremely intimate moment. But then you remembered that everyone was sharing this moment with you.

“Aw, shit, you can’t be mad at him after that, Tony,” Sam exclaimed from the other end of the table, cutting the sweet moment short as your dad turned to him with a death glare, his expression softening as he looked to you once again.

“I’m mad, yes, I can’t believe you totally disobeyed my orders about not dating anyone on the team,” he said softly, coming to his senses.

You gave him a mischievous smile, “I’m a Stark, we don’t listen to what people want us to do.” You were immediately engulfed in a hug, your mother rushing around the table to join in as you laughed, the rest of the team letting out an ‘awe.’

You pulled away from them and smiled at Peter, who stood there awkwardly, but you could tell he was extremely relieved, the colour returning to his face and his shoulders much more relaxed. He looked over at your dad, nodding.

“Well, Peter, I guess if I had to pick anyone for my daughter to date, I’m glad it’s you,” your dad smiled at him as your mom rushed to the other side of the table to hug Peter, mumbling something about ‘love birds.’

Everything seemed to fall right into place, you could be open about your relationship with the boy you loved, and everyone on the team seemed overjoyed. Steve grinned proudly, Natasha shot you a wink and a thumbs up, sending you a text saying ‘We need to talk!’, Sam and Bucky smirked at Peter, who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, Clint placed a hand over his heart, muttering about young love, and your dad sat next to you, smiling proudly as he realized that you were with someone good, someone that he knew would take care of you.

You sat back down, a sigh leaving your body as the cat was finally out of the bag, “Anyways, Parker, I’ll have that water now, thanks.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years

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Harry Hook x Blind!Reader - wow

saardeforche7 on wattpad

Heya!! Can u pls do a one shot of you being blind on one eye(or both idk),Harry Hook x reader, would really love that❤❤

There was another request for blind reader x harry that had the reader go to Auradon to get her eyes fixed and shes like ‘my imagination did not do justice’ when she sees harry again, but I can't find that one

The second daughter of the evil queen, the five minute younger sister of Evie, that’s who you were, (h/l) (h/c) hair, a perfect (body type), and would be perfect eyes, but… they were only hazy grey ones.

Your mother had tried to give you perfect blue eyes when you were young, only resulting in blinding you.

You were a secret from most of the isle, only Evie, mother, and Evie's friends knew about you.

Oh, and Harry Hook, your boyfriend.

Now how was he your boyfriend? I'll tell you.

But I’ll start with how you met

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It was a cold rainy night in fall, you could hear the thunder in the distance, but you didn’t care, reading a carefully brail translated book from Carlos and your sister, which was named -Harry Potter and the sorcerers stone-.

When a rattle started to come from your window, you gasped, turning your head to where the sound was coming from.

“shit, fuck come on ah!” the sound of a boy muttering behind the window was unnerving, the strong accent making it even harder to understand, then the boy got it open, and fell through the opening.

You heard him wince, and the scratch of metal on the floor as the boy stood.

“Alright, now wher-“ he stopped, and you knew he had seen you. You squeaked in fear, stepping back and tripping over a chest with your clothes in it.

“ah!”

You heard the boy curse as you lay on the floor in pain, and you heard his light footsteps walk over to you and hands start to grip your shoulders. You yelped, reaching out with a fist and striking a torso.

“oof!” the boy fell back, wheezing “hey, im trying teh help!”

You huffed, palming around for a sturdy chair to heft yourself up before you felt around metal around one arm and a warm midsized calloused hand around the other, pushing you up.

“There ye go, I didn’t know anyone was up here, only thought the evil queen and her daughter lived up here.”

“well” you whispered shyly carefully stepping away from the boy with a pretty voice. “that’s not a false thought”

You could feel the confusion from the boy before you heard a small gasp. “the rumor~”

You hummed tilting your head at the voice “rumor what rumor?”

“well,” the boy started, which started to move away, presumably rummaging through your things if the shuffling of clothes and jewelry was a sign of anything “there is a rumor goin around the isle that the evil queen had two kids, two daughters to be exact. and that the younger one was locked inside the castle, I got dared teh find out and well…here yeh are”

You sniffed, slightly turning to face the boy's voice “so, what are you doing now exactly?”

“oh um…”

“stealing my stuff I guess?”

“well…yes, yeh gonna stop meh?”

“well I can't exactly” you mumbled awkwardly, fiddling with a worn sleeve of your shirt.

“why?”

You sighed, opening your eyes wide and turning to the voice, and the boy gasped, seeing your gray hazy eyes for the first time.

“im blind”

----

The boy with the pretty voice’s name was Harry, Harry Hook.

It took him a week to earn your trust enough to learn yours.

He was lucky that your mother never caught on to his nightly visits.

He was probably the only reason you were still alive, due to bringing you food each time he visited.

You remember the day evie found out, she was hanging out with you after mother had forbidden a day out after she had not perfected her eyeshadow.

And harry had decided to tumble through the window while she was in your room.

“harry!!! What are you doing here?!” evie screamed, jumping to her feet and placing herself in front of you.

“i-I um” harry stuttered, you could hear the shuffling of his feet, he didn’t expect your sister to be here today.

“go get! I’ll tell mal about this!” “Whatever!” he screamed back at evie, you could hear him grumbling to himself and climbing back out the window.

You heard evie sigh in relief, walk over to the window, slam it closed and lock it, making you flinch.

“how’d he even know about this place anyway?” you stayed silent

“(y/n)?”

You broke

“he's known for about a year?”

“What?!! Wait, you know harry?! How?!”

You spilled everything, from the exact date he discovered your existence to when he started to visit you every night.

You expected evie to permanently lock your window and send jay to hunt harry down. But…she didn’t?

“omg that is soooo cute!!! I never expected harry to act like that!!” you blinked surprised, picturing evie cupping her cheeks and swaying side to side.

“uh, what?” “ohhhh I really hope I didn't scare him off permanently, climbing up our tallest tower every night just to see you! That’s just so romantic~” you choked on your spit

“w-what?”

Eve giggled, taking your hands and stepping closer to you.

“I mean its obvious, he likes you~”

“but-but” you stammered, tilting your head down at your lap. “evie we’re on the isle, that’s dangerous”

“so? If we learned anything from our parent's downfalls, love conquers all~!”

You felt your face heat up and you covered it with your hands. “evie!!!”

“omg a princess and a pirate!! That is the best thing ever!!”

“Evie!!!”

That’s when evie started to try to matchmake you two, but the most she was able to make harry do was give you a necklace.

He gave you his mothers ring on his own.

But that will come up later. Let's talk about how he asked you out.

It was spring, about a year and a half after you met, and he had snuck you out of the tower, through the front door by the way. evie had given him a spare key to the castle (she didn’t want him to fall to his death trying to visit you).

And he took you to a spot with oddly fresh flowers that surrounded you with sents that you’ve never smelled before.

You didn’t see harry pick roses, pink, white, lavender, and red.

He looked at you, your hair ruffling with the cool breeze in the isles oddly greenfield, your grey eyes were hidden by your eyelids, closed as you let yourself daydream of living somewhere else than the isle.

“princess?”

You hummed, looking to Harry's voice. And you felt him grab your hands and carefully place the flowers in your palm.

“Harry?” you whispered, now feeling his hand on your cheek. “um, have Evie tell you what those mean when yeh see her tonight, and then tell me your response tomorrow, okay?”

His accent was thick, probably really nervous. But why? You felt a feather-light pressure on your cheek, and you gasped lightly.

A kiss?

“umm” harry muttered, taking your hand once more, and leading you to a picnic. “you hungry?”

You giggled at Harry's awkward question and nodded, placing the flowers down on your lap, and reaching out for food.

Harry placed a roast beef sandwich in your hand (which was hunted by gil and the bread baked by evie) it was…pretty good!

“mmm! Wow, where’d you?”

“ I had some help getting better food from yer sister”

You hummed happily as you munched on the sandwich.

Two hours later, Harry noticed that it was getting dark and stood, picking up the flowers and placing them in your hand before helping you stand and escort you back to your house.

“This was really fun Harry!”

“im glad yeh had a good time princess” Harry shyly mumbled, a blush settling on his face.

He unlocked the door and carefully guided you to your room, keeping silent as you passed your mothers room.

“goodnight love” Harry whispered, “I’ll see yeh later yeah?”

You softly laughed and nodded, reaching out to grasp Harry's shirt as he began to walk away. “(y/n)?”

You trailed your hand up his chest, feeling his breath hitch as you did so, your fingers ghosted his neck, reaching his jaw and cupping his cheek, feeling his soft lips on your thumb.

“love?” he whispered, ou leaned in, going to the right of Harry's lips and kissing his cheek.

“thank you harry”

You could feel the blush on his face, you smiled and backed into your door. “uhh,-ye-aye yer welcome love- ill just-ill-bye”

You heard harry speed down the stairs and you bit your lip and grasped the flowers and brought them to your chest.

You opened the door and carefully maneuvered around your room. You felt a presence in the room sitting on your bed.

“evie, you may squeal now”

“eeeeee~~~~”

Thankfully she wasn’t loud so she didn’t burst your eardrums.

“Evie! Sensitive ears!”

“sorry but how- omg are those ros- they are!!the colors omg!”

As Evie told you the meaning of the flowers you felt your face becoming hotter and hotter.

‘have evie tell you what those mean when yeh see her tonight, and then tell me your response tomorrow, okay?’

Harry was asking you to be his girlfriend, oh. My. God. Harry was asking you to be his girlfriend.

You squealed along with Evie, careful to keep quiet as not to wake your mother.

You made your decision.

As Harry opened your door, softly calling your name, you grinned and pounced on him. He stumbled back and laughed softly as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“princess?”

“yes Harry yes”

Harry stopped, his grip loosening on your for a moment before tightening again. “yeh, yeh mean you want to be meh?”

You pulled away from Harry, finding his face and cupping his cheeks feeling heat under your fingertips, smiling in his direction “I would love to be your girlfriend harry”

You heard a soft ‘yes’ from harry and he hugged you tight, spinning you around your room.

So that’s how harry asked you out, and that was four years ago when you were both 12, you had met harry when you were 10.

“(y/n)! come down here!”

You sighed, hearing your mother call for you, you heard a quick set of footsteps come up to you, heels, Evie.

“(y/n) come on, mommy wants to tell us something”

She grasped onto your arms leading down the spiral stairs and into a chair, next to mal, her lavender/ash scent wafting over.

“you five, are going to Auradon tomorrow” maleficent spoke and continued talking about a plan.

But you couldn’t hear anything, panic setting.

Auradon? But harry, you would be leaving harry!!! You didn’t-you wouldn't!!!

“and (y/n), they say they are going to heal your eyes”

Your mind stopped, heal your eyes?

“you might be able to see harry” Evie whispered to you, not letting mother or her friends hear what she said.

See harry? You would be able to really see harry!

---

Evie guided you to the pirate's wharf, taking back alleys and secret doors, you arrived at Harry's apartment that was a little ways from Ursula’s chip shop. She knocked on the door, looking around for threats as you heard heavy steps walk up to the door and stop before the latch was quickly undone and the door was flung open.

“princess?! Evie?!” Harry's strong arms wrapped around you, you remembered when his arms were similar to sticks and pressed you to his chest, you gave a happy hum and wrapped your arms around his built torso.

“what are yeh doing here?! Someone could have-“

“im sorry harry but she needed to see you and it couldn’t wait till tonight”

Harry made a confused noise as he leads you and evie inside, you clutching onto his arm the entire time.

“what happened than yeh needed to see meh so bad (y/n)?” harry asked, helping you sit on his couch, plopping next you.

“um, well”

“shes going to Auradon”

Silence.

“what” Harrys voice went dark.

Evie repeated herself, not caring for Harry's dark tone, knowing it wasn’t aimed at her. “(y/n) is going to Auradon, I am too”

Harry started to rant, standing from the couch and pacing around the room, before you quietly spoke up.

“they say they’ll help me with my eyes.”

Harry stopped, you knew he was looking straight at you, mouth agape.

“what?” he whispered, “mother said that they said they would help me with” you waved your hands in front of your face “these, to help me see”

Harry took a couple minutes to connive him to let you go to Auradon, but he relented when you said “I would finally be able to see you”

Evie had left at that point knowing you would want a moment alone with harry.

“lassie, promise you'll come back for me?” you nodded, reaching out, harry grasped your hands in his and guided them to his face, letting you cup his cheeks.

“I promise, I’ll even have evie write to you”

Harry nodded, taking your right hand and sliding something on it.

A ring.

“I want yeh teh have this love, it was my mothers, and it's now a promise ring” his forehead pressed to yours “a promise that you will come back to meh”

You leaned forward slightly finding Harry's lips and pressing yours to them. Harry's breath stopped, the first kiss.

You pulled away, feeling Harry's stutter breath on your face.

“a promise” you whispered out. Hands intertwining with Harrys.

Three hours later, Harry was escorting you back to the castle, growling at anybody who looked at you.

“here we are my princess”

You giggled, releasing his arm and clutching onto the door handle “thank you, my pirate…will you see me off tomorrow?”

Harry stayed silent, “i-I don’t know, uma or da might be having me do stuff”

You nodded sadly “I understand, well if you are unable to come tomorrow, goodbye harry”

“goodbye my princess”

One last kiss to your forehead and he was off, his heavy footsteps receding on the gravel road.

“I love you” you whispered to the wind, wishing for it to carry your words to harry.

---

He didn’t show up, but you didn’t blame him. if he was leaving, you didn't think you would be able to stomach it.

“im sorry (y/n)” evie whispered to you, helping you into the car

“it's okay” you whispered back, a tear falling from your eye “id do the same.”

You scooted to the back, curling into jays side.

Evie locked eyes with harry across the way, his eyes misty with tears. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ and evie nodded and mouthed back ‘I won't let her forget you’

Harry sniffed and nodded, wiping his eyes and walking to the wharf, he didn’t want to see (y/n) drive away from him.

---

That was three agonizing years ago, it had taken a year for your sight to fully return, a stack of returned letters to harry sat on your desk.

Today was vk day, evie was going to the isle, and she was bringing the letters with her to give to harry.

You glanced down at the ruby ring sitting on your finger. It was gorgeous.

And now maybe if harry put in an application, maybe evie would pick him next time, next month.

You knew dizzy would be Evie's first pick, but she promised next vk day Harry would be her pick.

And then the Audrey situation came along.

You were at janes birthday party, laughing with her as chad scrambled to where people were taking selfies.

Then the curse, jane was about to pull you into the water with her, but she missed your arm and you were sent into a deep sleep.

Jane couldn’t bare to leave you there, Evie would kill her, so she mustered up her strength and carried you along with her to Evie's cottage, it was the closest place to the enchanted lake.

When she happened upon Carlos, Jay, and two other boys, who were fighting a beast looking thing, jane set you down and sprayed the beast with enchanted lake water.

It was Ben all along.

Jane had called for jay after he had caught Ben up to speed and had him carry (y/n) to evie cottage, jay picking her up, but taking her over to the hooked boy, which made ben and janes eyebrows raise.

“(y-y/n)!?” the boy called harry whimpered, dropping the silver hook to the floor and snatching (y/n) from jays arms.

“love, princess come on wake up!!” harry was getting hysterical, his eyes gleaming with tears.

Ben blinked confused, looking to Carlos and gesturing to harry and (y/n). Carlos smiled sadly “they were together on the isle” ben nodded.

“harry come on” jay muttered “maybe evie has something to wake her up”

Harry sniffed and nodded turning to where jay was beginning to walk still carrying the asleep (y/n), Gil picked up Harrys hook, then a thought struck him.

“Harry!” Harry's eyes shot toward gil, who was bouncing in place “true loves kiss!!” harry blushed, but nodded.

“um, turn around?”

Gil nodded, grinning, and made the others turn with him.

A wave of multicolored magic passed by them moments later, and gil couldn’t help himself, turned around and saw (y/n) staring wide-eyed at harry, who glanced at gil nervously.

“princess?”

(y/n) sat up, cupping Harry's face in her hands, laughing slightly

“wow” she mumbled, staring into Harry's ocean blue eyes “my imagination did not do you justice”

“yer not” Harry grabbed one of (y/n)s hands and held it “yer not disappointed?”

“hell no” (y/n) smirked, pulling Harry into another kiss.

Jay coughed, making the two reunited lovers glare at him.

“cute, but were kinda on a mission?”

(y/n) and harry sighed, standing and following the group to Evie's castle.

(y/n) and harry not letting go of the other's hand.

---the end---

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Taken By The Wind: A Sam Winchester x Rowena McLeod Love Story Chapter 8: Heather

Tags: 18+, sex, explicit sex, smut, porn. oral sex, penetrative sex, no condom, consent, size kink. Excessive descriptions of Rowena being gorgeous.

Author’s Note Chapter 1: You Naughty Boy After Chapter 1: Wildfire Chapter 2: Why Thank You Chapter 3: Yes Please After Chapter 3: Hours Chapter 4: Green Velvet Chapter 5: Locked On You Chapter 6: For You, Always After Chapter 6: Whipped Chapter 7: Purple Roses ...

Sam knocked on Rowena’s apartment door, his heart in his throat. He hadn’t felt this way before a date in almost 20 years. Hell, he hadn’t been on a date, a proper date, in that long. Then the door swung open and there she was.

Rowena.

His Queen.

She was wearing a black dress, long and velvety. It was simple and elegant, and perfectly skimmed the curves of her slim body. He grinned. She had remembered how he loved her in velvet. The sleeves covered her arms and shoulders but the neckline plunged low.

“Hello,” she murmured, her voice sultry. She slid her hand up the doorframe, leaning towards him. It was a familiar gesture but still irresistible. She wore a thin strand of something sparkly that trailed all the way down her breasts, and he followed it with his eyes.

“See something you like?” she asked, teasing. Her high round breasts were perfectly framed by the neckline of her dress and he couldn’t look away.

Sam swallowed hard.

“See something you want?” she purred.

She always looked beautiful, of course, but tonight was something else. Tonight, she looked straight magical.

“You, Rowena. I only ever want you. But we have dinner reservations.”

She tipped her face up, tossing her long red curls. Her eyes were fixed on his face, warm and bright. He slipped one hand around her waist, pulling her closer. Her delicate hands skimmed the arms of his jacket and tightened around his shoulders. The brush of her fingers on his arm, even through the cloth, sent a bolt of white hot lightning straight to his core. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. He heard her whimper, deep in her throat, before he pulled away.

Her hand slid down to fit in the crook of his elbow, and he placed warm fingers over hers. He knew Dean would tease him about being so formal, but with Rowena, it felt right. This was how a Queen deserved to be treated.

In the elevator, the mirror reflected the two of them side by side, and Sam found his eyes drawn to her image. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She looked small and delicate, but he knew better. That perfect tiny body held a tremendous force of will and a deep well of desire. Her gaze met his in the mirror, her green eyes shining with excitement, a glimpse of her fiery soul.

When they reached the Impala, Sam opened the door for Rowena and helped her in before taking his place behind the wheel. She slid across the broad leather seat to be closer to him. He laid his hand palm up on her lap and she laced her fingers in with his. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Sam had so many things racing through his mind, he didn’t know what to say first. Rowena seemed to pick up on his mood, and teased him gently.

“Still won’t tell me where you’re taking me, Samuel? This must be someplace special,” she said, keeping her voice light. “It’s not like you to be this nervous."

Sam smiled. She knew him so well. He answered, only half joking. “I realized that I haven’t done much for you in terms of dating. I never take you out, give you a chance to dress up."

“I thought you liked me undressed.” Even without looking, he knew the coquettish face she was making. He felt himself blush a little, just thinking about it. This woman of his and her bewitching ways! He chuckled before he answered.

“I do, don’t get me wrong, but maybe later. I think you’ll enjoy this, first.”

Rowena’s fingers tightened around his and he squeezed back in anticipation, in promise.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Rowena read the sign that said “Breakfast & Lunch,” then looked at him quizzically.

“Wait,” he answered her wordless question. “You’ll see.” He had seen pictures of the dinners, and he could only hope that this would be a surprise worthy of her hopes.

They stepped into the restaurant, Rowena’s hand still on his arm, and she stopped short. Every table in the place was draped with white cloth and lit with candles. White strands of Christmas lights hung from the walls. The ordinary bistro had been transformed into something magical. Her eyes flicked across the room, and her mouth dropped open in a soft, wondering sigh.

While Rowena drank in the sight of the restaurant, Sam only had eyes for her. All the lights in the room couldn’t compare to the way her face shone with delight. Just looking at her made his throat tighten with pride and longing.

The host led them to a booth against the wall. The corner was dim, and in the candlelight, Rowena was radiant. Her red hair seemed to spark, her creamy skin seemed to glow with incandescent beauty. She flashed her green eyes at him, eager and bright, before her gaze fell to the table.

In the center of the table, holding court amongst the glasses and candlesticks, was a simple crystal vase of heather, purple and white.

It had taken time and effort to find the flowers. There was a surprising dearth of florists in Kansas that kept heather in stock. He ended up getting it shipped in, and paying an outrageous tip to make sure it was on the table.

Rowena lifted one hand and skimmed the blossoms with her fine fingers. The tender smile she gave Sam made it worth every dollar he had spent.

“Heather,” she murmured, “For me?”

Heather meant thriving in adversity. A little flower that grew wild in Scotland, it seemed perfect for him and Rowena. Purple heather represented admiration and beauty, while the white stood for protection and wishes come true.

Sam’s reached towards her. His hand was waiting when Rowena’s drifted down from the heather. She let her fingers rest comfortably against his palm.

‘You’re nothing if not my own wild flower,” he murmured, lifting her hand to his lips. It was ridiculous, he knew it, part of him was still hearing Dean’s voice mocking him gently. But here in the moment, with Rowena, nothing seemed too much.

Everything he had to give seemed too little for her.

A waiter came by with water and a bottle of champagne. Sam had already ordered a vintage that he knew Rowena loved.

After they gently clinked glasses, Rowena sat back with a smug expression on her face.

“Samuel,” she said, “This is a treat. What are we celebrating?”

“Us, Ro, we’re celebrating us.”

She paused with the glass halfway to her lips. “Us?”

Sam looked down at the tablecloth and drew in a deep breath before he lifted his eyes to meet hers.

“Yeah, you and me. I think what we have is worth celebrating. Don’t you?”

She smiled, the fondest smile, before she held out her glass again. “Of course,” she said, “To us.”

Rowena sipped her champagne delicately. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Sam drank in the sight of the woman he loved, so beautiful, so bright. For a long moment they sat, speechless, just enjoying one another’s presence.

Finally, she picked up the printed menu in front of her, and her green eyes went wide.

“Samuel!” She tried to giggle but the words caught in her throat. “Is this… is this a Scottish meal?”

“Yes,” Sam answered. He swallowed hard. “I didn’t plan it for you, but the moment I found it, it seemed perfect.”

She rewarded him with one of those slow smiles that he never could resist. Her dark lashes fluttered against her pale freckled cheeks. When she looked up, she beckoned Sam with just one finger. He half stood, leaning across the table, to meet her upturned mouth with his.

They didn’t pull apart until the waiter reappeared, carrying an entire tray of delicious bites: fresh sourdough bread, tangy with a dark crust, crumbles of sheep cheese, and herbed heirloom tomatoes.

The next course was soup, different for each of them. Rowena’s was a light broth with fresh wild garlic and greens. Sam’s was tomato with fennel and thyme. They quickly traded spoons across the table. Everything was delicious and perfect and they wanted nothing more than to share with one another.

Every bit of the chef’s tasting menu was exquisite. When their entrees arrived, Rowena had roast duck with a side of wild rice and fresh new peas. Sam had roast beef, cooked perfectly rare, with bites of new red potatoes and roasted root vegetables.

They also shared a bottle of Sangiovese. The savory round red wine paired perfectly with both of their meals.

They settled back and enjoyed the food, talking and laughing. This was in fact their first date, but Sam didn’t know why he had been nervous. He was with Rowena, after all. They had built a solid relationship from working and living together. Then they had added sex that was both familiar and fiery. Dating hardly seemed to figure into it.

Sam relaxed as he saw Rowena truly enjoying the dinner. She was perfectly at home in this elegant, intimate setting. He wondered, not for the first time, how a hunter like him had ended up with such a glamourous, powerful woman. But he knew. It was because she had chosen him, wanted him, and pursued him. He considered himself fortunate, every day, that she had.

Before dessert arrived, Sam held out one hand. Rowena met his fingers with hers on the white tablecloth.

“Come here, please,” he asked. She stood up gracefully and walked around the table to slide into the booth next to him. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. There was something about the way she fit so perfectly against him, as if they were meant to be together.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he murmured.

“Hello,” she answered before she lifted her soft mouth and he kissed her. Her hand rose to the back of his neck, tangling in his dark hair. He kissed her deeper, his grasp spanning the curve of her waist and hip.

They were interrupted by their waiter bringing dessert, and pulled reluctantly out of one another's arms for the last course of their meal.

There was only one dessert. A molded bowl of dark chocolate held whipped cheesecake mousse, surrounded by brandied cherries and topped with a delicate net of caramel sugar.

Sam took the spoon and scooped up some mousse, broke a piece off the chocolate shell, and gathered up a cherry as well as some caramel before he held it up to Rowena’s lips. She leaned forward and took it slowly.

Her glossy lips closed around the spoon in a way that filled his mind with wayward thoughts. She had to know that when she did that, he couldn’t think straight. How did she manage to get him, every single time?!

“Rowena,” Sam couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I love you. And I don’t know what to call what we’re doing, but I want you to be mine.”

Rowena shook her head. Sam watched her face close up, centuries of instinct taking over. He thought she trusted him completely, but still, he recognized the proud look on her face, the way she wrapped herself in power when she felt too vulnerable.

“You don’t-” she started, trying for flirty, but her voice caught before she could continue. “You don’t mean it, Sam Winchester.”

“Oh, but I do.” He, better than anyone, understood what she had been through. He knew why she was defensive, how much she doubted both herself and him.

Sam’s hand fell softly to her face and she leaned into the warmth of his touch. This was the trust they had built over time, first working side by side, then in their personal relationship. She invited him to take part in her magic; he relied on her help for his research. She was comfortable stripped naked in front of him, the two of them seeking pleasure in one another. She enjoyed him handcuffing her, playing with power, letting him unlock her secret stash of filthy curses. He reveled in pushing her until she came unwound, until she lost herself under his touch.

He already knew she felt safe with him, implicitly; the way she let all her guard down with him. But he was asking her for more. He was asking her to trust him wholly.

She sighed softly and lifted her green cat eyes to his.

“You’re more than a good time,” he continued earnestly. “You’re my friend, my equal, my partner.”

Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks. She shook her head, wordlessly.

His thumb caressed her cheek, trailing down to trace the curve of her mouth. Her lips softened under his touch.

“My love. Rowena, be with me.”

Her fingers reached up to wind in his.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she whispered, her voice low and broken.

“I do, though, Rowena.” There was no doubting the assurance in his voice. “I mean it with all my heart. I have never loved another woman like I love you.”

“Even though I’m a witch?”

“Especially because you’re a witch.” Magic, for a hunter, was no easy matter. Rowena wasn’t easy, either, but she was worth it.

Sam watched her chest rise in a deep breath. He saw in her eyes the moment she finally gave in, let herself go, and trusted him. Finally, she nodded slowly.

She reached up to caress his cheek. “My dear Samuel, I love you too.”

He lowered his lips to hers and she met him willingly. Her mouth tasted sweet, like fruit and dark chocolate and wine.

The dessert, as good as it was, sat forgotten on the table as they sealed their love with kiss after kiss after kiss.

“Rowena,” Sam whispered. “My Queen. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

From the very start, Rowena had promised that they would make magic together. This was the most beautiful magic of all: love.

~ THE END ~

Not sure where to start thanking everyone who has seen this story from beginning to end, including @marril96 @thoughtslikeaminefield @there-must-be-a-lock @boondoctorwho @awesomesusiebstuff and more. Thanks for everything SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @divadinag @flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn @the-chocolate-moose @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia @winchesterxfamilybusiness Rowena My Queen: @lilsylvia @marril96

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