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SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time, two runaway royals found their peace and comfort in each other” — sim jake

sim jake x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , fake relationship , he fell first but she fell harder , runaway royals , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of pregnancy(nothing serious i promise trust me) , mentions of food (not specifically, just meals). | NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!

WORD-COUNT ; 6.9k+

NOTE. i admit, it took me a while to finish it and gosh im so disappointed in this one too omfg- its kinda awful at first but it gets a bit better towards the end(?) just hope y’all won’t be disappointed ! hints of sunghoon’s story are here as well<3

“did someone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“yes, numerous times actually”

“we’d make a pretty couple together”

you rolled your eyes for the nth time this week. it’s your fifth date for this week so far, you’ve honestly had enough of your parents setting you up with disgusting princes who search for nothing but your beauty to show off.

“no, not with you sorry” you replied and quickly left the place back to your palace.

“i can’t believe you keep setting me up with some creeps!” you disturbed your parents’ dinner and barged into the dining room.

“sweetie you already know why we’re doing this,” your mother spoke, “you need to find someone to marry already! your older sister already did that”

“i don’t care about my older sister nor marriage, those filthy princes care nothing but my face”

“well that’s a good thing then! you’re very popular amongst the princes you know”

you groaned. your parents will never get you, will they?

every person you’ve met, every prince that you went on a date with, each one of them kept complimenting you and your beauty.

all princes are the same, you’re sure of that.

you’ve heard dozens of times the same sentences again and again.

“we’d make a pretty couple together” , “my future kingdom will be happy to have such a pretty queen like you” , “if i’ll marry you i won’t need to worry about having beautiful children” — yuck.

all you want is someone to notice you and care for you not because of your beauty, you want someone to love you because of your personality, not because of how pretty you look in their eyes.

what’s so special about you and your beauty anyway?

ever since you were born your parents showed off your beauty. even your older sister didn’t get much attention.

your beauty is clearly beyond compare and because of that you got pretty popular amongst the royals. every kingdom knows you as the most beautiful princess out there.

they made you some kind of trophy, that whoever gets you is a winner. it’s disgusting.

objecting you is disgusting and considering you as a trophy is sickening.

you can’t lie, you’d definitely date yourself if you could, but you believe that there’s a lot more beyond than your beauty only.

“the date didn’t work out?” your father asked you.

“obviously,” you rolled your eyes, “you should stop trying to set me up with princes”

“not going to happen until you find someone to marry” your mother glared at you, “we’ve set you a new date tomorrow, you should go sleep early today”

you sighed and went back to your room.

you have to stop this, until when are you going to suffer?

this is your only chance. run away now or never.

at night, you packed your stuff. you hate the fact that your closet is full with dresses. stupid princess’ dress code.

you packed only small amount of dresses, and a lot of money. tons of money.

you waited for the right time and when it was late enough, you sneaked out slowly and surely.

when the cold breeze hit your skin you shivered but smiled, you were finally free.

you ran away, far away from your palace and hometown.

you ran until you saw a tall building, probably a hostel where you could stay for the night.

“welcom— are you princess y/n or am i just blind” the one who sat behind the counter greeted you.

“um i think you got mistaken” you chuckled nervously.

“oh, okay. it must be late and i’m just tired” he said, “how can i help you?”

you ended up spending the night in the small hostel. it’s not something you’re used for, but luckily, you could easily adjust that kind of life.

you left early in the morning, not wanting to get noticed by anyone as you were still a bit close to you hometown and the citizens might still recognize you. you couldn’t take that risk of being caught.

a few hours passed and hybe’s kingdom was a chaos yet again.

this time, the queen was a bit angry since someone ditched her son.

“how can that princess just not show up!” she shout angrily.

“jake, i promise i’ll talk with her mother and sort this whole thing out” she added.

jake sighed. it was supposed to be his fifth date for this week and he’s been more than tired of his mother’s endless nagging about marriage.

out of all the seven brothers, she chose to bother jake the most, setting him up for loads and countless dates.

today, he was supposed to have a date with a princess named l/n y/n or something. he honestly couldn’t care less at this point.

he had never heard about that princess, but his mother couldn’t stop praising her for her beauty.

she can’t be that pretty, right?

it was later that day when your kingdom announced you as missing.

your parents woke up to nothing but anxious feeling around the palace as you were supposed to be awaken up earlier than usual but were nowhere to be found.

your mother cursed under her breath, not only that her daughter is missing, now she has to deal with the queen of hybe’s kingdom and her son.

how is she going to face them now?

she paid a visit in hybe’s kingdom a few hours later, speaking with the queen and trying to calm her down.

“she’s missing, nowhere to be found around the kingdom” your mother told the other queen.

“i understand, we’ll do our best to help you find her. it’s unbelievable that a princess is running away just like that”

jake, who heard the whole conversation grew some curiosity about you.

how dare a royal blood run away like that? is it that easy? how are you doing right now and how did you even manage to run away?

he jumped from his bed and walked to his older brother heeseung.

“hey!” he called heeseung who was busy daydreaming about something.

“hm? oh hey”

“what are you doing?” he sat next to his brother that laid on his bed.

“just thinking about something”

“something or someone?” jake teased.

“does that matter?” heeseung groaned and sat up next to jake, “what did you want to talk about?”

“have you ever thought about running away from this palace?”

after hours of walking from one city to the other, you arrived to a small village.

it looked too welcoming and warm outside, it definitely had you drawn to it.

as you entered you’ve met with some fellow villagers who worked on their beautiful green, full with flowers, fresh fruits and so much more garden.

it looked really disconnected to the royal life you know. life in this village seems so peaceful and quiet.

you asked the fellow villagers to meet the head of the village and maybe convince him into letting you get a house.

“we have a free house down this road, it’s a bit far from the center of this village but i’m sure you’ll get to meet everyone in this village as fast as possible” he said warmly and you gladly accepted the idea.

“are you sure i’ve never seen you before? you look very familiar” he added and you quickly shook your head, “you’re probably mistaken, a lot of people told me i look like the princess in the other kingdom there but it’s not the case at all”

“i see, let’s go! i’ll show you around” he smiled and lead the way.

“your house is free to live in, no need to pay for rent or buy this house, this house belongs to the village” he explained as soon as you entered your new house.

it’s small, but it looks so comfortable. your palace is huge, this little house is definitely not something you’re used to. but something about this house feels different, different than anything else you know.

“in return, you need to work for the village” he added, “every morning we wake up and each one of us volunteers, whether it’s in the garden, or the local stores around, you just need to sign in and start working!”

you nodded and your tour kept on going.

“running away? are you insane? do you even hear what you’re saying right now?” heeseung angrily remarked.

“i’m not saying i’ll do that, i was just asking if you ever thought about that” jake sighed.

“no, i haven’t,” heeseung shook his head, “royal life is not so bad, why would i even think about running away?”

“you’re falling in love with a commoner and now i’m the insane one” jake mumbled under his breath, “okay good talk! i was just asking”

jake left his older brother’s room and sighed.

is it that wrong to run away? then why did you, l/n y/n decided to leave your royal life and run away?

jake then knocked on his other brother’s room sunghoon.

sunghoon is quite literally jake’s best friend. they know everything about each other and always talk to each other when life gets too hard.

whenever jake wants to cheer up, he goes to sunghoon. whenever sunghoon needs a shoulder to lean on, jake gives him his.

“sunghoon” jake called his brother.

“hm? is everything okay?” sunghoon asked right away.

“what about you?”

“i honestly don’t know man, the girl i want doesn’t want me so i don’t really know what to do” sunghoon sighed, “but you haven’t answered my question and i asked first”

“everything is fine i just….” jake froze for a second.

how would sunghoon react? just like his older brother heeseung? no, no. sunghoon is definitely different than heeseung.

but should he ask him? what could possibly happen?

“just…?” sunghoon asked curiously.

“i was just wondering if you ever thought about running away” he finally let out.

sunghoon was quite for a few seconds, trying to process what he just heard.

it made jake nervous and anxious, will he get angry? no, he has no reason to. is there a possibility that sunghoon will go snitch on him to their parents? no, sunghoon’s not that kind of person.

or maybe yes? god, it’s making him go crazy.

“sunghoon….?”

“what made you think about running away?”

“huh?” jake was left confused. how did he know?

it’s as if sunghoon can read his brother’s mind because a second after he giggled, “you wouldn’t ask me that question if you yourself never thought about it”

jake chuckled, “answer me first i’ll answer you then”

“yes” sunghoon quiet down his giggles, “i thought about it, also thought about giving up on my crown multiple times”

“i was supposed to have a meeting with another princess today” jake finally spoke.

“mom just can’t rest about that, can she?” sunghoon rolled his eyes and jake shook his head.

“her name is l/n y/n—“ “no way! the most beautiful princess?”

sunghoon cut him mid-way through his sentence and jake shrugged.

“how come i’ve never heard about her?”

sunghoon then put his hand on jake’s shoulder and laughed, “jake” he sighed, “only pretty people know other pretty people”

jake rolled his eyes and shoved sunghoon playfully, “whatever you say”

“what about her though?”

“i was supposed to go on a date with her, but she didn’t show up”

“oooooh she ditched you”

“shut up”

“sorry man, it happens to the best of us”

“you can’t be saying all those stuff when the woman you want to marry doesn’t even love you”

“hey, we’re not talking about that” sunghoon pointed at jake seriously and jake could only sigh.

“sorry, i was about to say that she’s now missing, she ran away from her palace”

“no way!”

“yes way! her mother came here to explain the whole situation”

“this is serious” sunghoon gasped and jake nodded.

“that made me think about the possibilities of running away” he fiercely looked into sunghoon.

sunghoon nodded and laid his hand over jake’s shoulders, “if it thrills you and interests you, do it”

jake looked surprised into sunghoon’s eyes, “really? you don’t think it’s insane or crazy?”

“hey, you know what’s crazy?”

“yes i already know the woman you love doesn’t love you back! just go and apologize or something!”

“what makes you think i didn’t do that already?” sunghoon groaned.

“should i just run away now?”

“go for it”

“ok”

“wait not really, you’re still not ready, take a few days and think about it throughly” sunghoon stopped his brother before he was going to do anything stupid.

“you’re right” jake nodded, “i’ll take a few days”

“morning!”

your first day volunteering in the local convenience store just started. you were greeted by most of the villagers with a wide smile and a lot of compliments.

“oh you’re so pretty! would you like to meet my son? he’s really really handsome i think you’d make a cute couple” one of them said with a smile.

you just shrugged her off, thanking her and laughing it away.

“are you sure i haven’t seen you before? you look like the—“ “princess from the other kingdom, i know” you smiled, “i heard that a lot”

“i have to meet your parents one day! how come they have such a pretty daughter and you’re still single?” she asked innocently.

the reminder of your parents made you stop everything you did.

what are they up to right now? do they even care about you being gone? are they going to search for you?

“are you okay y/n?” she waved her hand in front of your face, “yes, my parents are just really far away from here and i haven’t seen them in a while, we don’t talk a lot” you continued helping her and sent her off.

you like your work and new home. you can definitely see yourself spending the rest of your life in this peaceful place.

“boys, as you already know, princess y/n is missing,” the queen told her seven sons, “if any of you get to hear about her, please let us know”

the boys nodded. sunghoon glanced at his brother jake, who was busy thinking and daydreaming about something.

“jake,” sunghoon called, “is everything okay?”

all the eyes in the room looked at him now. “hm?” he asked, “oh yes don’t worry”

“are you sure jake? i know it’s not fun to be stood up” the queen pat his shoulder and his siblings all tried to hide their laughs.

“yes i’m fine”

sunghoon then dragged his brother into his room and forced him to sit on his bed.

“something is wrong” he said.

“guilty” jake sighed, he was trying his best to hide his feelings today, “i just haven’t slept, i’m tired, that’s all”

“okay” sunghoon nodded, “go sleep then”

“o…….kay?”

“that didn’t work as well as i planned it to work” sunghoon mumbled under his breath.

“get up” he ordered.

“why?” jake tilt his head in confusion.

“we’re going to search for the princess”

“are you planning to sneak out right now? are you crazy?” jake’s eyes widened.

“no jake, we’ll just have a walk around the town”

they did end up having a walk with a few guards by their side.

sunghoon is was busy looking around while jake spent his time asking about the runaway princess. needless to say he doesn’t even know how she looks.

“have you seen princess y/n?” jake asked one of the civilians, “who?” the civilian asked back.

“princess y/n” jake repeated, “the most beautiful princess…” he hoped your nickname would be familiar to the civilian but it was no use.

“you’re not helping me here” jake rolled his eyes and shoved his brother.

“sorry, was just thinking about something”

“something as ways to get into your enemy’s heart?”

“she’s not my enemy”

“i’m pretty sure she’d tell me otherwise”

sunghoon groaned and pushed his brother playfully, “let’s just go back, we’re not getting closer to something anyway”

a few weeks passed and sunghoon managed to keep his brother and stop him from running away through manipulating him into doing other things to make him forget about the whole idea.

a few weeks passed ever since you were announced as the runaway princess.

a few weeks passed ever since the village you moved in, became your home.

life in the village was the best thing ever happened to you.

all the villagers welcomed you with open arms and also fell in love with your beauty.

they called you the village’s princess. ironic isn’t it?

you almost completely forgot about your royal life. you got used to their modern uniforms, apparently not only dresses were in fashion!

your own kingdom was almost long forgotten and so are your parents. everything you grew up to suddenly vanished from your new life in the village, you became one of them already.

a few weeks passed since jake asked his brothers about the whole running away idea, and he’s still thinking about it up until this day.

he hasn’t been sleeping well ever since he first thought about it. which is probably the reason to why he looks like a zombie walking around the palace.

his mother also stopped bothering him about dates. she thought he was too broken from being ditched. ouch.

another day full of adventures and sunghoon’s endless distractions passed, and after dozens of sleepless nights he decided to make his run away plan.

before he does that, he went to talk with the most responsible brother in his opinion, jungwon.

it was midnight already but jake couldn’t wait until sunrise, he has to let it all out.

luckily for him, jungwon was wide awake in his bed.

“jake? is everything okay? what makes you come here at midnight?”

“i have to tell you something” jake bit his lips, “it’s important, really”

“can’t it wait for the morning?” although jungwon was wide awake, he couldn’t really process anything as his mind was occupied by something else.

“i just wanted to say that i’ll be gone for a while. i don’t know for how long” jake sighed, “could be days, weeks, months or never”

“jake what are you talking about?”

“just please, don’t search for me and help me out on this one”

“do you even hear what you’re saying?”

“i’ll be fine, i promise” jake licked his lower lips out of anxiety, “i just really need a break from all of this life for a while”

jungwon tilt his head. he couldn’t understand his older brother at all.

“everything is just stressing me out, i just need some quiet” he continued.

as much as jake tried to hide it, his brothers could’ve seen he wasn’t being his best lately.

jake would usually be the first one to wake up in the morning and then would jump on each one’s bed to wake them up with a hug after then of course, but lately something has changed in jake.

he suddenly stopped hugging or jumping around, even started to wake up the last without even calling good morning.

it was obvious he needed some help.

“do you think it’d help you?” jungwon asked.

“hm?”

“do you think running away would help you find peace?” he repeated and jake nodded.

“so you do you” jungwon smiled, “i’ll miss you though”

jake smiled even wider than jungwon and hugged him, “thank you”

“i’ll just tell mom and dad you’ve went to pay a visit in your friends’ kingdom for a few months and explain the situation” jungwon blinked a few times, “please don’t disappear forever”

“i won’t, i promise” he held out his pinky and jungwon interlocked his pinky.

“i’ll kill you if you won’t come to my future wedding”

“i’ll probably marry before you and you’d be able to see my wedding in this palace” he chuckled, that was a sign for jungwon that jake is not going to be gone forever, and it made him smile to know that his brother won’t be a runaway prince for long.

a few hours later jake finally made his way out of the palace, leaving a note beside sunghoon’s bed telling him that he’ll be gone for a while.

he’s going to miss his brothers for sure.

the next morning you woke up earlier than usual, feeling a bit uneasy and something was bothering you.

you slowly got ready for the day and went out of your house to have a little walk alone around the village.

you were taking your time to take in the beauty of the village you’ve been living in for a few weeks already, closing your eyes and breathing slowly as you held your hands together.

you finally opened your eyes just to notice a small figure slowly making it’s way into the village.

that person looks so tired and overworked.

the person was wearing a big sweater with black pants, he also has a quite big bag on his bag as he takes slow steps.

you moved a bit closer to the person in hurry. calling the person so you’ll get noticed by him.

“hey! hello! do you perhaps need help?”

the person slowly looked at you and his eyes formed into a soft gaze, as if he was thankful that he finally saw another person.

you noticed he started to walk closer to you in hurry, and somehow you didn’t feel threatened or scared at all.

you finally reached to him with a smile and he looked at you.

“who are you?” you suspiciously asked. “i’m sorry madam, let me introduce myself, i’m sim jake, hybe’s-“

“hybe’s prince” you gasped, you heard about hybe kingdom a few times and you heard about sim jake, and to be honest, you can’t think of anyone who didn’t hear about them.

the kingdom is one of the famous kingdom out of all, you never would’ve imagine they have such a handsome son amongst the seven of them.

“and you are?” he shrugged off the fact that you just cut him in the middle of the sentence.

“i’m l/n y/n—“ “the runaway princess?”

“huh?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“are you l/n y/n the runaway princess?”

“no……?”

“was that a question?”

“no! i’m not the runaway princess”

“are you lying?” he raised a brow, clearly not believing you.

“no?”

“was that a question again?”

“fine! here, you can take me away” you said, holding your hands together for him to handcuff you.

“i’m not really a runaway but whatever, let me take my clothes and things before i—“ “no wait wait—“ “i understand that my parents sent me but look, i’m having fun here i enjoy my time and—“

“y/n stop” he raised his tone a bit and put his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, giving you a chance to take a look at his face.

both of you froze for a few seconds.

gosh he’s so pretty.

so the rumors about her beauty were so true.

you realized you were holding your breath for a long time now and finally pulled away.

he coughed, “i’m sorry, you kept panicking and i had to stop you”

“n-no it’s okay”

wait.

were you just stuttering?

you couldn’t help it, his voice is so soft, and his gaze just makes you lose your mind.

you usually hate looking at people’s visuals first time you see them but he’s so breathtaking.

“i just wanted to say i have no intention of taking you back to your parents, i’m a runaway too”

“i’m not a— you know what? you’re probably tired, let’s get you home” you took his hand and dragged him back to your house.

your house in the village is small, but enough to hold two people.

you have one bed, for two people. you’d have to share your bed with him or else one of you would have to sleep on the floor.

“this is my house, feel free to do whatever”

you don’t know why you trust this person so much, he could’ve lied to you about him being a prince, especially a hybe prince.

but you somehow found yourself putting a lot of trust in him.

“thank you y/n” he smiled at you.

you smiled softly at him back and poured him a glass of water, “rest for a bit, i have to work today so i’ll come back later, we’ll talk it out when i’ll be back”

you saw him setting his things away and giggling a bit when he noticed your bed, “are we going to share that bed?” he asked.

you chuckled, “go sleep for now, we’ll talk everything out”

you left your house and went to your workplace.

jake took his time to look around your house.

it’s a small house, not something that he’s used to, but he knows for sure that he feels so comfortable in this house.

anyone who called you astonishing was right. your beauty really is beyond compare.

he noticed a photo hanged on the wall besides your bed. you were in the middle, surrounded by a lot of people who held a big smile on their face.

the background looked like the village, could they be the villagers? why do you have a picture with the villagers instead of your family?

and why is your smile so heart stopping?

he shrugged off his thoughts and went to sleep after he wasn’t able to sleep the whole night.

the day passed by slowly, every minute felt like a year. you kept looking at the clock every five minutes and your coworkers noticed your weird behavior.

“y/n, you’re distracted today” the head of the village teased you.

you love the villagers, and they love you. they take care of you so well and make you feel at home. they know you too well to notice how you feel, and as of now, they know that you’re more than distracted.

“i just have some on my mind” you chuckled, “don’t worry about that”

“ay, are you having some boy problems?” another one said with a smile.

“you can say that” you giggled as they all gasped.

“y/n has a new guy?”

“no! i was counting on you and my son!”

you laughed at their cute comments and shook your head.

just a few more hours and you’ll be able to see him again.

you entered your house, expecting to see a sleeping jake on the bed, but he was actually searching for something to eat.

“uhm” you coughed and he jumped, “oh! hi”

“hey” you smiled and put your things away, “we got a lot to talk about, are you hungry? let me make some food”

he nodded shyly and you chuckled. he’s so cute.

“so,” you settled your food on the table and stared at him, “how and when did you run away?”

“straight to the point i see”

“you gotta be straightforward sometimes” you shrugged.

“i ran away yesterday night, i felt too suffocated in the palace and i had to take a break, i just sneaked out, like you did” he sighed, “we were supposed to have a date you know, on the day you ran away”

“huh?”

“yeah, then your mom came to our kingdom and announced you as missing,” he took a bite from the food, “you were some kind of my role model of running away”

“what do you mean?”

“i started thinking about the running away situation because of you, i’m so glad i finally met you”

he raised his head and shared an eye contact with you.

you stopped for a second to take another look on his face. how will you be able to stand him now?

“yeah,” you nodded, “i’m happy i finally met you too”

“it’s my turn now,” he smiled, “why did you run away?”

“same as you, royal life can be suffocating and annoying” you shrugged, “numerous of dates with disgusting princes, i hated that”

he nodded, understanding the way you feel. “i’m sorry to hear that” he put his hand on your shoulder and showed you a little and comforting smile.

you leaned in and hugged him, “thank you”

he was a bit taken aback, but hugged you back within five seconds.

you needed to feel some kind of affection so you hugged him, ignoring the fact that you met him less than 24 hours ago.

“you have to teach me the way of living here, my plan is to stay here for a long time, you know” he said, his chin on your shoulder and his hands holding you tightly, “is there another free house around? i can get out and search if you—“

you pulled away from the hug and shook your head, “we’d have to live together and sleep on the same bed, i believe we’d get used to it”

both of you giggled and continued eating.

you spent the rest of the night talking and updating each other.

you told him everything he needs to know about the life in this village, and told him you’ll take him to your workplace tomorrow, so you can work together.

he updated you about whatever happened after you ran away, and without even noticing it, it was already past midnight.

“we should go sleep,” you suddenly said, “we have a lot to do later today”

he nodded and got up from his seat, “you’d also have to teach me how to cook” you giggled and nodded.

the morning came and it was already time for you to go to work.

“y/n! you brought a man today!” one of your coworkers who, noticed jake that was standing next to you cheered.

“yeah, meet jake, he’s my—“ “boyfriend!” all of the villagers who were in the store cheered.

“no i—“ “y/nie we don’t need to hide it anymore” jake cut you off and held your hand.

your eyes widened and you froze, “huh?”

“oh y/n! i’m so happy for you!” the elders said and hugged you.

“i brought jake today because i thought he could join our work here, please accept him to this village” you asked the head of the village.

“of course! our princess’ village finally has a prince now!” jake’s soft eyes glanced at you as you smiled.

“thank you”

the day passed as fast as the light, you taught jake everything he needs to know and got hundreds of compliments about your new relationship.

“my boyfriend? really?” you asked as soon as you arrived back home together.

“what was i supposed to say?”

“cousin? childhood friend? family’s friend? i can list more”

“fine fine i’m sorry, i thought it’d be more easy to play in a relationship” he giggled and you sighed.

“i’ll make some food now you should go shower” you smiled and he nodded.

“please teach me how to make some food” he begged while you put your plates on the table.

“i learnt everything from the villagers” you giggled.

“do you have any plans of coming back to your palace?” he suddenly asked.

you were a bit taken aback, “i don’t know” you shook your head, “this village became my house, i love everyone here, they’re like my family and home i’ve never had”

jake nodded and listened carefully.

“i love my parents, but they were making me so anxious around them and here i suddenly forgot how does it feel to be anxious around someone. i must say i really do miss my royal life, who knows? i might come back in a few weeks”

jake moved closer to you and cupped your cheeks, “take your time, i’m staying here with you until you decide to go back”

it felt like time stopped. when he cupped your cheeks and looked at you with his soft eyes, you suddenly felt anxious, but not in any bad way.

butterflies went crazy in your stomach and your cheeks turned slight red, you could melt from his touch.

you were too focused on feeling anxious that you didn’t even notice how red jake’s face turned. he didn’t even realize what he was doing until half a minute after. he was awfully close to you and you somehow managed to make him go crazy inside his mind.

both of you pulled back and cleared your throat.

“we should—“ “yeah, let’s go sleep”

ever since that dinner, months passed by.

you and jake became super close to each other, you were so into the fake relationship that you got used to calling jake your boyfriend.

you and jake cuddled up in your bed, awfully close to each other and playing with each other’s fingers.

it became a usual thing for you two, every night you’d get ready to go to bed together and cuddle until you fall asleep in each other’s hands.

“y/n” jake suddenly called, “hm?” you hummed in response.

“how many dates have you been forced to go to?”

you giggled, “what kind of question is that?”

“did you fall in love with someone you went on a date with?” he asked.

“huh—“

“did you ever date someone?” he sounded serious, and asking those questions didn’t help either.

“no, i haven’t” you replied.

but i fell in love with you, you wanted to add.

you felt bad, you were slowly falling in love with jake. it was supposed to be a fake relationship and nothing more than that.

“good morning” jake got up and noticed you were cooking something for breakfast. he back-hugged you and kissed your cheek, “good morning” you replied.

“i thought about going on a walk today around the village! i also promised the head of the village to help him with some things” jake updated you about his plans for the day.

damn, it really feels like you’re in a relationship with him. how can you not fall in love with someone as sweet as him?

you nodded and sent him off.

you must do something about your stupid heart that fell in love with that perfect human being.

jake took the day off, so you were working alone today.

his absence was really present in work today, not only you missed him in work.

“hey y/n! where’s your boyfriend?” one of the customers asked and you chuckled, “he has a name you know”

“but he took the day off, he’s a bit unwell today”

on the other hand, jake was busy with the head of the village, going around with him and helping him with whatever.

“are you sure about that?” jake asked the head of the village.

“i’m more than sure! you can do it jake!” he pat his shoulder and jake grinned.

“you’ll see the results tomorrow,” he smiled, “don’t tell anyone until you do!”

jake ran back home and got ready to cook some dinner for you.

“jake! i’m home!” you called and he showed up, hugging you tightly and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“i missed you” he pout.

you’re still not used to feeling that much of affection, especially from him.

what’s wrong with your heart? why can’t it stop beating so fast around him?

you giggled and kissed his cheek back, “i’ve been away for only a few hours”

“that still doesn’t change the fact that i missed you, plus a few hours is like an eternity for me”

he guided you to the table that was full with food you guessed he made.

“you made all of that for me?” you asked and he nodded, “thank you!” you hugged him and he returned the hug.

“i have another surprise for you,” he pulled away from the hug and you looked at him confused.

he went down on one knee and took out a box while holding your hand with his free hand.

“y/n,” he called out, “it’s been a while since we’ve first met, and at first i thought you were some snobbish who threw everything away just like that. but soon you became my inspiration to run away from my boring and annoying life, and i think it was the best decision i’ve ever made.” he giggled,

“when i saw you i was shocked, mostly by your impossible-to-beat beauty, but also by your kindness. you took care of me as soon as you saw me, and taught me everything i need to know here, you made me forget about the fact that we’re in fact, royals”

“i felt alive around you, with each day that comes by i fall more and more deep in love with you and i can’t help but want to spend the rest of my life with you” he looked generous, as he really meant every word that just came out of his mouth.

“so l/n y/n” he cleared his throat and opened the box to show a beautiful yet small and shining ring, “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

“yes! a million times yes!” you helped him get up and hugged him tightly as the tears finally fell down from your eyes.

he pulled away a bit to look at you and wiped your tears, “i love you” he suddenly said and his lips crushed into yours.

you kissed his soft lips and put your hands around his neck to get closer to him.

as you pulled away due lack of air, you played with his hair and stared at his beautiful eyes, “i love you too jake”

“thank you! for making me feel like a part of your family, for accepting me no matter what and for always caring about me,” you cried out, “i’ll always be thankful for each and one of you”

you and jake decided to leave the village and return to your kingdoms. you have to get marry and get your own kingdom of course.

but that also meant that you need to leave the villagers, who became your second home in no time.

“we’re going to miss you too,” one of them said, “don’t come back unless you’re pregnant!”

all of you laughed and you kept hugging each of them.

all the villagers got so excited about you and jake, and even prepared their own presents for your marriage.

“they’ll definitely be invited to our wedding” you told jake and he instantly agreed.

finally, you arrived to your kingdom. you took some deep breaths and jake stood next to you, holding your hand and playing with the ring he put on your finger a few days ago.

“you’ll be fine, they missed you a lot” he reassured you and you smiled, “thank you”

both of you entered the palace and saw the queen and the king sitting in front of the door, as if they have been waiting for you to enter.

“y/n” your mother whispered, her eyes widened and her hands started to shake. “y/n!” your father shout and ran up to you to cage you in his arms.

the queen followed right after her husband and the three of you hugged until you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore.

“y/n our daughter! i missed you so much” your mother cupped your cheeks and looked at your glossy eyes who were filled with tears.

“i missed you too mom,” you dad coughed, “and i missed you too dad”

your mom then noticed jake who was standing next to you.

“jake! how did you—“

“i ask your permission to marry your daughter” jake bowed in front of your parents.

“i love her, more than anything else in this world, and i’m willing to do everything to protect her and keep her safe” he added.

your parents looked at you confused and you showed them your ring on your finger.

“yes, of course!” they cheered, “and you young lady, we have a lot to talk about” your parents pointed at you, “after the marriage of course!”

jake picked you up and spun you around, “we can finally rule our own kingdom and visit our favorite village” he whispered.

you nodded as he leaned his forehead against yours, “thank you, jake” you pecked his lips, “i love you”

he then put his hands around your waist and kissed you deeper and desperately, “i love you too, more than you could ever imagine”

“you still have your parents you need to inform about the marriage, you know that right?” your mother, who was a witness to everything that just happened, said.

you and jake nodded awkwardly and updated your parents that you’ll be back in a few together with jake.

a week later, the wedding was held in hybe’s ballroom.

“i think your mother hates to wait” you told jake as soon as you were informed about your wedding date and he giggled, “it’s not like i could wait any longer to finally marry you”

at the celebration, jungwon and sunghoon came up to you and jake.

“see? i told you i’ll marry before you!” jake ruffled the younger’s hair and giggled. “thank you for bringing jake back” sunghoon smiled at you and you giggled.

“he’s actually the one who brought me back”

“yeah it’s really hard to believe that” jungwon grinned and jake threatened to hit him.

“we’re really happy for the both of you” they said and the both of you thanked them.

“hey jake?” you called him and he turned to his side to share an eye contact with you, “yes, my dear wife?”

him calling you his wife made your whole body flutter.

“i’m more than happy to be able to spend the rest of my life with you” you held his hand and he smiled.

“and i’m more than lucky to have you by my side for the rest of my life y/n”

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{Dreams}

How they picture their futures with their s/o?

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↬|William|

• He really wants to marry his s/o, move to a lovely town somewhere in England and raise a bunch of kids together. He dreams of taking his child(ren) to a park and playing tag with them and building a house and a garden with them.

• After his s/o managed to get through to him, he realised that he has someone who accepts him no matter what and that there is still some light in the world. He has a bit of hope for the first time in a long while.

• Maybe things won't go as badly as he always assumed they would. And if they do, he won't have to deal with them alone... not again.

• William is actually a very family oriented person, and he hopes in the future to have one or more of his own. He always dreamt of having children. However he can't imagine them being happy with the man he currently is. {"I can't have children. My children would hate me. I'm too broken to raise another human being. How can I protect and shape a soul when mine is so corrupted?"}

• But he knows that he can't do everything alone, and he knows that suicide won't be an option after getting together with this beloved ones. He'll do everything he can to make them happy and to make himself happy. He'll work hard to achieve his dreams just so he can spend the rest of his life at their side.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert pictures their future as one that's peaceful and quiet, filled with all the small, but meaningful interactions that make up a good life.

• Albert and his s/o share a drink in the afternoon, go out to eat at a cafe and watch a theatre performance. He'll listen to them gush about their day and show his appreciation for them through affectionate comments.

• He'll take part in a friendly debate or two with his lover, then settle in for a quiet night, with nothing but each other's company to keep them entertained.

• Albert is a hopeless romantic who believes in the true purity and magic of love. He's not afraid to admit it, and in the future, he would love to settle down and live in peace and happiness with his one true love who he believes is out there somewhere, waiting just for him.

• He also wants to be the head of a large and happy family, with his children growing up to be as kindhearted, honest, and strong as he is.

• Albert and his future s/o will lead a life full of love, happiness and adventure together. They'll be the head of a large and loving family, with lots of children who are as kindhearted, honest and brave as Albert is.

• They'll never want for anything, and even when hard times may come their way, they'll be able to get through it together. Albert and his s/o will face the world together, as partners, and nothing will ever tear them apart.

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↬|Louis|

• He envisions spending the rest of his life with his s/o, experiencing countless moments and memories with them, living in harmony and love.

• Louis’ future with his s/o involves not only their own happiness and fulfilment, but also the happiness and peace of others in their community.

• He imagines creating a loving and harmonious environment for them and everyone around them, one that’s absent of conflict and stress, where everyone can live peacefully and free from worry.

• Louis also visualises his and his s/o’s future selves to be well-adjusted individuals who are emotionally and intellectually stable, always striving to better themselves, helping one another and always working towards the betterment of their community.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian likes to fantasize that his eventual future would be living in a big mansion with his future s/o somewhere in the countryside.

• Sebastian imagines his future with his s/o to be full of excitement and adventure. He envisions them traversing the globe together, exploring exotic countries and cultures, and never staying in one place for very long.

• Their home away from home will be a luxury yacht that they use to travel from port to port, with their love for one another ever present. He looks forward to all the exciting memories they will make together and the new and unexpected experiences they will have.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock's ideal relationship seems to be one that involves a lot of banter and playful teasing. He loves the feeling of mutual trust and understanding. He would prefer a partner that is able to play off his wit and hold their own in a verbal duel.

• He wants someone sharp-witted and willing to do a bit of light-hearted arguing for the joy of it. He wants a partner to solve difficult cases with. He would like for his partner to be his equal (as Sherlock tends to struggle with a partner having any kind of authority over him), and he would also love for his partner to be independent.

• In his mind, he pictures them growing old together. They would continue solving cases, and Sherlock would spend most of his free time playing his violin.

• Sherlock can be very playful and light-hearted at times, especially when he is in his most relaxed state. He enjoys teasing people in general, but especially his partner.

• However, even as teasing and joking is a sign of affection for him, he also craves deep conversations to be able to understand and connect with his s/o on a more personal and meaningful level.

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↬|John|

• John, as usual, is a man of many ideas and emotions. He is a romantic and loves nothing more than daydreaming about his future with his partner.

• However, when reality comes knocking the good doctor finds himself a mess of contradictions. He is torn between wanting to settle down and having his own children, and wanting to go around in the world healing and saving as many people as possible.

• He wants nothing more than to be close to his partner, but he also doesn't want to burden them or get in the way of their dreams. His hopes for their future are like a messy pile of his notes and notebooks.

• John craves stability and consistency in his life, but he's rarely able to provide it for himself. He worries that his constant changes of career and hobbies will make his partner question their future together, though he also knows that he cannot and will not compromise on wanting to be with them.

• He struggles to find a middle ground between his desire for happiness and his desire for purpose. Deep down, though, all he really wants is to be able to wake up every morning, see their beautiful face next to him, and feel complete.

• John, in the end, tends to side with wanting a family of his own. But he isn't one to put his desires on his partner, and more so hopes that they will come to the decision on their own.

• He wants children someday, or so he believes, but only if it will make his S/O happy. He is deeply in love and is always happy to make his partner happy at the cost of his own happiness. In theory, anyway. When his partner is happy everything is good in the world. If he is happy is an afterthought.

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redheadspark · 11 days

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Hawuuuu can I suggest 21. "I'm so happy to have you by my side." With Druig

A/N - HAWUU! Thanks for requesting this, friend! I love writing some Druig!

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Summary - Druig knows how to bring you back from being inside your head.

Warnings - Just angst and floss mixed together.

“Hold still!”

“I am!”

“You’re not! You’re fidgety as hell! Enough and hold still!”

Druig huffed, moving some of the ointment along his bare shoulder and near his neck where some wounds were still raw. The one on his cheek was already healing, thanks to his Eternal energy. But the rest of his wounds were still fresh and lingering, even when you all were far away from that beach and in a safe space at Ajak’s farmhouse. The cool wind came through the front porch where you had Druig perched in a rocking chair, you behind him and tending to his wounds. The rest of the family was inside, talking about the plans for the future and what they were going to do. As much as you wanted to be part of that conversation, you had other priorities.

Your husband of 2,000 years was your priority.

Seeing him walk up to you amongst the surf along the beach made you both sigh in relief and cry at the same time. You remember seeing Ikaris hoist him high up in the air, Druig being defenseless and unable to defend himself, it made your stomach drop. But you let out a blood-curdling scream as Ikaris launched Druig to the ground, pelting him with his beams from his eyes with fury and intention to inflict pain on the one Pacifist in the entire group. You’ve never felt so much anger and rage towards another person, a member of your family that you have known for centuries on end, but it was the simple fact he was trying to kill Druig and take him away from your life. Your source of life and happiness, your husband and better half.

You would go through hell to make sure Druig stayed with you.

Now that there was peace again, along with the world being safe again from Tiamat which was now frozen as marble, you were focusing on Druig and bringing him peace. Maybe you needed the peace too, tending to him and getting him the treatment he needed. It was merely scrapes and a nasty bruise on his chest thanks to Ikaris, but there was a decent First Aid Kit that was in Ajak’s bathroom for you to skim through.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you got the last of the ointment on his cheek, feeling him squint a bit as you leaned back a bit to look at your handiwork as you stood in front of him. He was now in a loose shirt and pants, his leather jacket hung on the back of the chair and his bare feet touching the hardwood floor below him while his brown hair was flowing in the wind a bit. He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes, a soft smile on his face while he cocked his head at you.

“Better now, thanks to ya tendin’ to me,” He said lightly, almost trying to make it nonchalant. You simply smiled, though Druig could see past it as he reached over to lace your fingers together. You knew the feel of his palm against yours, the calloused fingers from building your village in the Amazon, the smoothness of his palm that showed the dips and curves that reminded you of the Milky Way, even the soft scent that he carried on his skin that was now engrained in your body and within your soul. He was your center, your safe space.

In one word: home

He’s been your home since he first kissed you so long ago, admitting his feelings towards you one night during feasts. You were of course surprised at the confession of his feelings, never thinking that he would look your way at any time since you were a wallflower. But you saw the glimmer in his eyes, heard it in his tone, you even felt it in his touch as he pressed his lips against yours. Instantly, you were a goner for him, all from a simple kiss. It took 2,000 years, plenty of growth from the pair of you, to finally be in the spot where you were. To read each other like a book, to know the other better than one’s self.

“You okay?” He asked you tentatively, searching your eyes and seeing that you were a bit lost in your own mind. You blinked, only squeezing his hand on yours and nodding slowly.

“I’m just glad you’re here,” You replied, making it simple enough that Druig understood what you meant. You were not one to express your emotions really well, especially when it came to how you felt about Druig. He was more of the partner you thrived on Words of Affirmation, he would tell you day in and day out how much you meant to him and how much he loved you. It warmed your heart to hear it, and it never got old over the centuries. You wished you were like him when it came to expressing your feelings, but Druig never minded it. You showed it in your actions and gestures, holding his hand and wrapping him in your arms when he seemed lost in his own mind.

Druig got up from the chair and wrapped you close in his arms, his hand holding the back of your neck and his other arm around your waist as you clung onto him tightly. Neither of you said a word; the only sound heard was the wind chimes and the soft grass swaying in front of the house. Even the soft chatter from the others was evident, but not as a distraction as Druig tucked you In his arms and refused to let you go for one moment.

“I’m so happy to have ya by my side,” Druig said against your head as you tucked your head into his neck, “I’d be lost without ya, m’darlin’. These 2,000 years have been wonderful because of ya,”

“I feel the same way, and I almost lost all of it on that beach,” You muttered, Druig squeezing you a bit tighter as he kissed the top of your head lovingly.

“Don’t say that, it’s in the past. I’m here, and I’m not goin’ anywhere without ya. I swear, luv,” He swore to you as you both held each other on the porch. You were no longer thinking about what happened on that beach, or how close you were to losing Druig. Druig brought you out of that darkness and those worries, planting small seeds of comfort and affirmation that he knew you needed at that moment more than ever.

He will forever sow those seeds of love for you, and you will take every piece he will give.

The End

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tippenfunkaport · 1 year

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Etherian New Years Eve Traditions

(also on on AO3)

The end of the long war with the Horde meant many changes for the people of Etheria, even when it came to how they celebrated their traditional holidays. For some kingdoms, bringing back the old pre-war traditions was a welcome return to the familiar while other customs had to adapt and evolve as their citizens adjusted to a world at peace.

Post Prime, Plumeria abandoned their usual drum circle and began the new year with a moment of silent reflection for all the blessings and pains of the old year and the potential of the new. As the clock ticked over, they showered each other with affection, planting kisses and hugs like seeds for future happiness.

Mystacor modified their traditional celestial display. It was still a beautiful performance in the night sky, magical lights and illusions all timed to music, but now anyone that wishes to view it can opt into the sights and sounds by drawing a simple rune on their wrist. Without the rune, the skies will appear as quiet and clear as any other night. There was enough trauma after the war without people having to worry about unexpected lights or sounds in the sky.

Before the war, the Salinean tradition was a huge pyrotechnics display, timed with a majestic water show put on by the royal family. After the war, they elected to forgo the fireworks for a more subdued celebration, less likely to traumatize the war-weary populace. The people would work together on an open sculpture made of natural materials. Then, as the first act of the new year, the royal family would use the power of the Pearl to lower this sculpture to the bottom of the sea where it would replace some of the reefs destroyed in the war. A symbol of new life and a better future.

At least, that's how it was supposed to work.

In reality, Salineas has never actually made it to the new year without someone setting the sculpture on fire. Several years running, Mermista has had to unceremoniously chuck it into the water before it burns entirely so the fish are at least left with something. Despite increased security, this yearly prank has become something of a tradition all it's own and the royal family's disinterest in tracking down the culprit has promoted speculation that they may already know who's behind these fiery antics and rather enjoy the sport of trying to best the wayward arsonist.

(The fish, to their credit, do not seem to care one way or the other.)

The Kingdom of Snows turned their new year's celebration into a massive outdoor carnival with ice carving contests, sledding races and games. All culminating in the moment when Frosta lowered a massive ball of ice from the top of the Castle Evernight to signal the start of the new year... and then promptly retired to her chambers because it was WAY past her bedtime... er, not that she has one, of course!

The Crimson Wastes welcomed the new year as they always had: with rowdy parties and boasts about what they'll accomplish in the new year.

The resettled clones and other citizens of Dryl used the new year as an opportunity to build a tremendous collaborative contraption, it's only purpose to do something as the clocks tick over to the new year. With so many beings working together at once, the results are usually surprising, often impressive, and occasionally disastrous, but always a excellent source of informative data.

Bright Moon celebrates the new year as they have for hundreds of years: with an elaborate masquerade ball full of dancing, feasting and fun. They toast to the old year and dance in the new, culminating in a speech from the royal family who usher in the New Year with a rain of sparkles and confetti arrows.

For the former kids of the Fright Zone, the new year was never really a thing. What was the new year, but just new date to write on paperwork, another training schedule to memorize? It takes them a while to warm to the Etherian traditions of the new year, to see it as a chance to celebrate the past and work towards the promise of a better future.

Kyle, Lonnie and Rogelio settle into a quiet tradition of barbecue and board games with Imp, each year swearing that this will be the time they finally make it without falling asleep all cuddled up in a heap.

As for Catra and Adora, they spent the first few years after the war sampling all the local customs, welcoming the new year with each of their friends in turn. Finally they settled into their own tradition: making an appearance at the ball at Bright Moon to dance with their best friends and sample the party food and then back to their own quiet rooms long before midnight, preferring to start each year the way they start every day, in peaceful harmony together.

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fluffy-bluffy · 2 years

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Message from your spirit guides...

Choose your pile intuitively. Close your eyes take a deep breath and choose your pile.

DISCLAIMER : These readings are only for entertainment purposes. And as it is a general reading it may or may not resonate with you.

Pile 1 > Pile 2 > Pile 3 > Pile 4

Pile 1

You are fierce and capable. Your guides are telling you that you should start working on your purpose. Your guides are telling you to be bold. Don't afraid to be the center of attention. Your guides are literally shouting that stop being uncomfortable just to make someone else comfortable. It's not your role to make them feel larger your role is to make them feel loved and that can be done with you being comfortable.

Speak. Honey Speak. Fill the room with your voice. Share your ideas and your messages passionately it will make people respect you and they will be inspired by you.

I see new people coming in. Powerful connections. So, it os the perfect time to put yourself out their. Meet new people, socialize and connect.

Know that it is okay to be healing and still want to heal others. It's okay to not share everything with everyone and still feel open and vulnerable. It's okay to be imperfect and have aspects of life that have held you back. Don't let your past define your present.

Pile 2

Take some time to create a sense of peace and harmony in your physical surroundings. You are the ultimate creator of sacred spaces. Your guides are telling that you are very expressive and creative. USE IT.

Trust in the vision you have and don't be afraid to follow it even if others don't understand. Get all the abundance for you in the universe by grounding yourself. You should go for a walk in the nature is possible. Try to stay in touch with Mother Earth. Guides say that in your relationships nurture everyone with love, warmth and care.

Although guides are telling you to nurture people around you but don't over nurture them. They have to walk on their own. You can just show the direction and HELP them reach.

Pile 3

Get clear on where you want to be. You guides are telling that your dreams are about to get manifested and a lot of financial stability is coming to you. If you have been longing for freedom from a long time then now is the time that you are getting the freedom.

Envision your future where are you headed? Create a vision board. I see that you would be very joyful when you finally bring the dream into existence. And this is the right time to do it. If you haven't taken any step towards your dream then do it right now what are you doing.

If you have already tried once and failed then try again maybe you won't succeed this time but it would be better than the last time and that would bring you so much joy. Pure happiness for the efforts you have put in.

Have a clear mindset with faith, dedication, determination and have the courage to succeed. Don't think low of your self. All in all abundance and financial stability is coming your way.

Pile 4

You have such a beautiful soul. And when you bring that beauty on the surface of your life and share it with everyone around you. That is when deep connections are build. Your guides are talking about partnership here.

Maybe you are starting a new friendship with someone or new business partner and your guides are saying go for it. I see not all of you but some of you might be having a union or reunion with your soulmate. It is also possible that you might be meeting your Twinflame.

For you guys your guides are saying that either their are new connections coming in or the old ones are getting deeper. Either way their is alot of love,care, warmth and everything sweet waiting for you.

I hope you enjoyed the reading ✨

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Looking Up (Matsuda Touta x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff.

Anonymous Request: I don't know if you're still doing requests, but if you are, can I request anything with Matsuda and a reader who is a little bit taller than him? He's 5'7 canonically, and I think it'd be cute if he were with someone who is a little taller than he is!

Nighttime in Japan was a false illusion of peace and quiet. Office buildings were still alight with scrambling workers, convenience stores were beacons of hope for delinquents or for people who had midnight cravings, and the streets refused to be quiet with all the traffic roaring past pedestrians. For everyone else, this was nothing more than a normal evening.

Nothing was quite amiss other than the nagging sensation that your long time boyfriend, Touta, was spending another sleepless night at work.

When you had first met the man, you weren’t quite sure he was telling the truth when he told you that he was a detective. You didn’t say it to his face, but you suspected Touta was more of a bumbling pencil pusher rather than someone who actively fought on the side of justice. However, the more you talked and interacted with the detective, you began to realize that he had determination.

He had optimism.

He had a vision.

Most of all, he had resilience.

In a world where the police could very well be pawns used by Kira to convict and murder criminals by the dozens, Touta was someone who stood not only for the letter, but for the spirit of the law. He, too, had doubts about the future of the world. He had confessed that at the beginning of the investigation he was currently involved with, he had been almost on the side of Kira. If the world was changing, why not change with it? If it were not for his superior’s guidance…

You didn’t quite know what sort of man you thought Touta was going to become, but you were glad with the man you greeted every day.

Despite his long days at work, he never deviated from his kind and empathetic nature. He would arrive late, lean on his tiptoes to kiss you on the cheek, and then affectionately complain about his coworkers. He never gave you specific details, but you had the sense that he worked far up in the food chain. There were many secrets that Touta kept close to his chest, but to see his face light up when he told you that he was helping for the betterment of the world made you happy by association.

Tonight, you glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall and made the decision to start preparing some tea. Often, Touta would arrive at this late hour, but you would not be surprised if he did not appear until early in the morning. It would be foolish to stay up so late because you also had your own workplace obligations come morning, but you held out hope.

As you placed your favorite mugs on the table, you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock to your apartment door. Just in time, you couldn’t help but think as a smile graced your face. Quickly, you hurried towards the door, which was slowly opening due to your lover pushing it in from the other side.

Touta could have been dripping in mud and excrement and you still would have kissed him silly. There was no hesitation. The instant Touta stepped inside, you practically swept him off his feet and began peppering his face with kisses. Tired laughter left Touta’s lips before he began to enthusiastically reciprocate your affection.

“You make it seem like I haven’t come back in years!” He stood on his tiptoes to try and kiss you better, but you wanted to tease him. You leaned back and stroked his cheek when one of his cute scowls decorated his face. “Come on! I want to kiss you more!”

“Hmm… But I’m so tired and I want to go to bed!”

Matsuda, in a last ditch effort, began bouncing on his heels to add height, but you kept jerking your face out of the way. Giggles began pouring out of your mouth—the flustered blush and scowl on his face did nothing to stop you.

“You have tea set out on the table! For both of us!”

You pretended to contemplate such a conundrum.

“I drank both cups of tea because you were so late, Touta.” You tease him by tapping his nose and moving out of the way (again) before he can capture your lips. “Now, since I’ve already given you a good night kiss—”

“That was not a good night kiss!”

“I’ll be sleeping now. Bye!”

Running in an apartment was never advised, especially since the majority of your neighbors were elderly citizens, but you thought that since you had been good for the past several weeks, you were free to act a little more mischievously. As you raced towards the bedroom, hysterical giggles filling the walls, Touta practically fell over himself as he kicked off his dress shoes and vaulted towards you.

Just when you were about to lock the bedroom door, Touta forced it open and shoved you towards the bed. With a faint ‘oof, you flopped on top of the blankets and felt Touta pin your shoulders down. He grinned at you, triumphant, before kissing you sweetly on the forehead.

“How does it feel to be the short one this time around?”

You smirked, a wicked gleam in your eyes.

You hooked a leg around his waist and used both your height and your weight so you were the one dominating.

“I don’t wouldn’t know, Touta. How does it feel?”

You kissed him again.

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pascaloverx · 3 months

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Fourteen (final)

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Author's note: Dear readers, this is the end of this story that made me very happy. It's the third fanfic I've completed and the first one I've written. It's been a personal pleasure, and I hope you follow my other fanfics if you can. The end of this fanfic with Bucky Barnes.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

The end of the story is always too nostalgic, the conclusion of an entire narrative that guided you through a part of life. In books, the end is marked by the conclusion of the main story. But in my life, the ending is marked by blood.

"Listen carefully, future Mrs. Barnes. I want you in the back of this building unarmed and alone. I promise to give you the clean and peaceful death you deserve. One of your best friends is already dead, I believe you wouldn't want others to die too..." Killian speaks in my ear with a macabre tone. He killed Dave, it must be. Damn it, Bucky was right, my plan went wrong.

My heart skips a beat at the thought that my best friend may have died because I couldn't let it go. I couldn't help but cry at the thought of my friend being dead, because of me. My vision blurred, almost causing me to collapse to the ground, feeling a knot in my stomach; while next to me, Steve had already lost consciousness.

"Melisa!" James Barnes is coming towards me with a concerned expression. I don't want to have to tell him that everything went terribly wrong.

"Why is your shirt, your suit, stained... there's blood smeared here too. Don't come closer. In fact, get the rest of the guys and run. I thought I could take on Killian, but he'll never let me survive it all." I can't hold back the tears when I realize this is our farewell. A forever goodbye from two unlucky lovers trapped in a love story doomed to fail.

"Do you think I'm going to run away and leave you here to face a psychopath alone?" Barnes approaches, but I step back. If he gets close to me, it will be my end. I can't leave, I can't give up on him. But that means exposing everyone to death.

"My life is not worth the sacrifice, my love. Think of Yelena, Sam, Wanda, and... Dave may be injured somewhere in this building. Killian won't leave here without me, so let me be his only victim. Survive, live. That's all I ask of you." It's not easy to say these words, but I need to be strong. Barnes obviously isn't leaving; in fact, he only gets closer and closer to me. Soon Killian will be in the back of this building, and if I don't go there, I believe he will kill everyone. Even though it doesn't make sense, I can't think straight right now.

"My love, I'm with you. Till death do us part. Killian may have harmed Dave and Sam, we may not know exactly where Yelena and Wanda are, but look... we all know how to take care of ourselves, and we knew the consequences of your plan. Dying is part of life." The tranquility in Barnes' voice is enviable. I don't even notice when he hugs me, trying to reassure me. The despair weighing on my heart begins to fade, as does the feeling that the world is spinning around me.

"What are we going to do, Barnes?" Is all that comes out of my mouth before Bucky kisses my lips softly. To an outsider, one wouldn't imagine that there's a wounded man lying nearby and a murderer hunting me down.

"You pray that my aim is very bad. I warned you, dear Melisa. It would have been better if only you had died, but I must say that James is a perfect addition. Any last words?" Killian speaks, pointing a gun at both of us. If he were to shoot now, he would hit Barnes first, and if it went through him, the bullet would hit me. But he doesn't do that; it's as if Killian wants to be face to face with me and Barnes. Curious fact, an agent as well-trained as Barnes is always prepared. Prepared to the extreme. So prepared that I myself am startled to see him pull out a sharp-bladed knife and throw it towards Killian, who react. The knife was on Barnes' waist, and now it has pierced Killian's skull, essentially killing him. A great day for us, I would think, but unfortunately, before dying, he shot towards nothing. That nothing hit Barnes' chest. I couldn't even react. The man of my life was dying right in front of my eyes.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit.... you, I'm going to try to stop the bleeding. Stay awake. Hey, my love, stay awake." I say, holding back the tears that are already threatening to come out. I tear the bottom part of my wedding dress, trying to prevent the blood from flowing.

"You know, I knew since that barbecue that I would die for you. I just didn't think it would be so soon. I..." Barnes says with difficulty, letting out a grunt of pain as I hold the torn fabric against his chest, "didn't want to die without saying that I love you. Loving you certainly made me a happy man." It's all he can say as the sparkle in his eyes is fading. I kiss his lips with a taste of blood, fearing that no one will come to help. I scream loudly for help. The priest who was supposed to marry us appears behind me; seeing that Barnes is injured, he says he will seek help.

"You heard, my love, the priest is going to get someone to help. And you'll be okay. We'll get married again, and I'll be Mrs. Barnes. We'll grow old together and maybe have one or two children. Don't leave me here without you." I can't hold back the tears anymore, and then my sobbing takes over me. Barnes tries to respond, but his eyes close. They close never to open again.

I don't remember how long I stayed on the floor crying, screaming for Barnes to come back, cursing everything and everyone. All I know is that at some point my voice was gone. And I passed out. I woke up in a hospital a day later, thinking it was all just a nightmare. But in Yelena's eyes, who was beside me in the hospital room, I saw the look of someone who lost someone very dear. She informed me that while I was dealing with Steve, she, Sam, and Wanda were being captured by Killian's henchmen. By the time they finally got rid of the henchmen, it was too late. Dave and Barnes were dead. She tried to console me, but I was too exhausted. So, crying, I eventually fell asleep.

One year later...

"Sam, grab the bag for me, I can't go anywhere without Bucky's special bag." I shout as I hold my son in my arms, rocking him back and forth. Sam comes down the stairs with the bag. Today is the day to visit the graves of the men I loved and who died. My father, James, and Dave.

"This boy is getting bigger every day. You were just a little bump in your mom's belly the other day. Now you even have a special bag." Sam says to little Bucky, who is all alert today.

"My godson looks like a little man in the outfit his godmother gave him, doesn't he?" Yelena says, playing with Bucky's fingers as he tries to put her fingers in his mouth. He's in a phase of putting everything he sees in his mouth.

"Melisa will have to have a lot of patience to put up with you two pampering Bucky. Now, put the baby in the car seat, the way to the cemetery is long, and little Bucky has a bedtime." Wanda says, patting Sam and Yelena on the back as they hurry to put the baby and his things in the car. At that moment, I smile, thinking about how blessed I am to have them by my side. We arrived at the cemetery about forty minutes after leaving my house. Everyone paid their respects to the deceased, and lastly, I introduced our son to his father.

"So, my love. This one, sleeping peacefully in my arms, is our son. If you're wondering, we made him the same day we fought because I made a stupid plan and you didn't want to participate. And you were right. Unfortunately, I'm late to say this. I'm sorry you can't see our baby, but he looks just like you. I swear, he even has your eyes," I say, touching Barnes' gravestone while holding our son with the other hand. Our son is sleeping so peacefully that it feels like I can sense Barnes with us.

"I have to take him home now, but I want you to know that even though you're not here physically, all of us, especially me, will always teach little Bucky here about the hero you were." I say, bidding farewell and leaving. Barnes and I didn't live a perfect love story, but we definitely experienced a love that made history.

The End

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sailorshadzter · 1 year

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im back again 👀

When darkness falls, she feels the chill of winter air against the exposed skin of her cheeks, a stinging reminder of what was yet to come. She stands there on the battlements as she’s done time and time again, but there was something that felt different about this time- something that leaves her stomach full of uncertainty and her heart full of fear. Perhaps it’s the simple fact that any day now, a war would wage quite unlike any of the ones before, one which might very well leave them all dead before the sunrise. She hopes for the best, but she is not the most optimistic of women… How could she be, after all she’s seen?

A sigh escapes her and she turns to go, thinking perhaps she might call for a glass of wine before she retires to bed, but to her surprise, there comes a figure towards her. “Jon…” She greets softly, a smile curving upon her lips as he comes to stand before her. They’ve spoken little since the afternoon before, when they’d shared angry words before being interrupted, unable to finish the conversation. Did you bend the knee to save the North, or because you love her? Those had been the words she’d asked of him, words he had not had the chance to reply to before the knock had sounded. She wonders what he would have answered and yet she finds she’s afraid to know the truth.

“It’s cold,” he says, bringing her back from her own thoughts and she nods, the breath she releases a cloud of white. “Come,” he gestures for her to follow after him, so she does, heading back into Winterfell’s warm halls. Their path leads them back to his own rooms and he opens the door, allowing her to step inside ahead of him, the door falling closed as he comes in behind her. “Ale?” He asks, to which she nods as she shrugs off her furs, draping them across the back of the nearest chair.

When he’s poured two goblets full, he turns back, unable to stop himself from staring at her where she now stands, perfectly framed by the golden light of the fire burning in the hearth. “Thank you,” she says when she takes the goblet he offers, putting it to her lips to drink down one long sip.

A shiver races down her spine and Jon chuckles at her expense. “Better than the ale from the Night’s Watch,” he says as she nods, a laugh of her own escaping as she sinks into the chair he’s drawn to the fire. For a single instance, everything is as it was, they were as happy as they could have been with everything happening around them. For a single instance, there was no darkness falling around them, nothing but the two of them. “Sansa, I…” He knows there are no words enough for him to say and even if there were, he’s not certain he could conjure them up. He thinks back to yesterday, to those words he’d said to her, and the ones she’d said to him. Have you any faith in me at all? You know I do. He wishes with all of his heart that they might go back to an easier time, a happier place; that it was not death and destruction that had brought them back together again. But, he knows as well as she does that there was no changing the past, and so they must keep on, building a future that would bring them peace.

And perhaps even love.

There it was again, that thing he knows that no one else knows, the truth of the feelings deep within his heart and soul. And then… The other thing. The thing that would change everything. The thing that Sam had only just told him that very day, another truth, but one he thinks might truly be more explosive than his heart’s.

And yet, he still can’t bring himself to say the words aloud.

“Jon…” Her voice is soft, tugging him back, reminding him that he’s not alone. Suddenly, her hand, so soft and warm, is taking hold of his own. “You can tell me,” she says, even quieter than before, those clear blue eyes staring deep into his own Stark gray. As always, she knows him better than he even knows himself.

“I’m afraid,” he admits, not the truth he wants to say, but another truth all the same. “Of what’s to come.” Her hand tightens its grip on his and she leans in closer, her red hair falling across her shoulders as she shifts. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” They both know that this war with the Night King would certainly not be the last one and she cannot blame him for his fears. Somehow when he looks back up, she knows what he needs, and so does he; he opens his arms as she climbs into his lap, curling up against him with her head to his shoulder.

He breathes her in as his arms come around her, closing his eyes against the rising tide of emotions within him. “All will be well,” she vows, her voice a wisp of smoke, her breath warm against the skin of his neck. “No matter what else happens, all will be well again.” She thinks of the long road it has been to get to where they even were now, after all they’d fought for, after all they had done… No, they couldn’t give up now. They couldn’t lose faith now. “I promise,” she whispers and she can feel him nodding, his grip on her body tightening, as if she is all that anchors him to this world. He cries quietly and she lets him, knowing sometimes that was all someone ever needed.

She would be his anchor, she would be his steadfast companion, she would be whatever it was he needed her to be.

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maoam · 1 year

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Do you like Eremika? I do acknowledge that isayama very much did intended that ship, but i think them as a romantic pair is pretty bland and I personally don’t get the appeal. (But I feel like alot of girls self insert on mikasa and wish to get the guy) Eremika is no way near as bad as NH or SS though of coarse, at least Eren and Mikasa do view each other as someone important.

And just saying while i don’t hate these ships I’m not an eremin shipper or an erehisu shipper either. When it comes to Snk I honestly enjoyed yumihisu and eruri the most, though I’m not like a crazy shipper for them either.

I know this ask is mainly about EM but I will also address EA, EH and some of my issues about the last part of the story. Even with the possibility that one angry snk anon will come yelling at me in my inbox.

I didn't analyze snk the way I did Naruto, and honestly after the serumbowl I lost some interest in the story. I found the Marley arc exhausting despite the fact the Reiner stuff was interesting and it didn't help you had to wait one month to get another chapter that was just another "Gabi and co." fest. But it's only later I started to think it was truly a pretty bad move to introduce 15 new characters in the last part of the story. People followed the main cast, you should focus on giving the main cast satisfying conclusions instead of introducing a bunch of new characters. He already had Marley characters people were interested in and cared about, Reiner, Bertolt and Annie. But he let down all of them.

I never thought EM was particularly romantic on Eren's side, my idea was if it happens it's because he's used to her being around and as a not very romantic guy he'll settle for her. I don’t at all relate to the EM shippers who compare them to Jack/Rose from Titanic (why?) but I didn’t mind it. So I tried to make peace with it after the ending, and find good sides to it. But the more I looked at the last arc the more issues I found. I see sometimes people say Mikasa's character was ruined, but in my opinion Eren, Armin, Reiner, Historia and Annie got worse endings. Mikasa was basically the same she had always been, good in battles but very Eren centric character with no goals of her own. Meanwhile characters like Armin just declined if you compare their writing to how they were written pre-timeskip.

As you said EM is better than SS/NH because the latter two barely have any connection. The issue with EM is they admittedly have no development. While Eren always cared about Mikasa and Armin and tried to protect them from harm since they were his friends, Eren and Mikasa's relationship didn't develop much. The only development they have on Eren's side is that Eren isn't as harsh towards Mikasa after joining the survey corps. The only chapters were you can argue for romance are 50, 123 and 139. Chapter 50 can seem romantic because Mikasa tries to kiss Eren but Eren dodges it and tells her he will wrap the scarf around her. But the scarf represents the moment when Eren invited Mikasa to join his family. As for chapter 123, it can seem as romantic, but the problem is it should have had build up to justify it as a romantic moment. As in the ship should have developed from Eren’s side already before so this could be seen as believable from a romantic point of view. Some people say Eren asked Mikasa what he did to see if the future can be changed, and this explanation makes much more sense, especially considering he was clearly focused on the people he’d soon kill and was crying because of that before Mikasa called out to him.

As for EA and EH, I think it’s possible Isayama is a multishipper. We know he has said seeing doujinshis of his series makes him happy, but we don’t know what doujinshis. There seems to have been funny references to some ships couple times:

This fake preview Isayama drew. Wait Eren’s words remind of something else...

Lol. I find this rude to the Eremin shippers. Isayama didn’t develop Aru/ani AT ALL and then just ripped off his old fake preview to make this awkward “ship moment”? Isayama also mentioned in a Q&A that other cadets think Eren and Armin are “too close”.

There’s also the material where Historia said she will go to the snk exhibition with her boyfriend (and she specifically said boyfriend) and then she is seen with Eren in the merry-go-round. It’s just oddly shippy. I’m not arguing for how romantic these ships are in the manga, I’m just saying Isayama has a weird way of giving this type of ship tease.

Anyway the ending is disappointing in many ways and I find it disappointing how EM shippers defend it so much. Isayama talked so much about how he wanted to give Mikasa something else than just have her revolve around Eren, yet he didn’t do that in the end. Even in the last arc she is revolving around Eren. Historia was completely sidelined and her arc had no conclusion no matter what people claim. Even when Isayama claimed she is one of the needed characters and put on her on the same level as Eren and Armin in an interview. Eren’s character too was just retconned.

I said it even before I criticised EM that EM/SS both attract shippers who want their fave to get what they want, and that it bothered me. So I completely understand what you’re saying. EM does look nice in fanarts, but the conclusion is less than satisfactory. I try to not get my hopes up even if some people are hyping up a possible anime only ending.

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divinelyesoteric · 11 months

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Tarot Reading for anon 💛

1. Your personality

4 of Cups + 3 of Pentacles

You like to live in your mind, working on your own things quietly. You love to plan and build in your head; an introvert in their own world. You can get stubborn, thinking you do not need anybody else’s input. Learn to be more open-minded towards working with others even if you think you can handle everything on your own. Support can go a long way, so don’t be too shy or prideful to ask for help when you need it.

2. Your field of work

3 of Cups + 10 of Pentacles

You will thrive working in a team. Pursue whatever gives you true fulfillment, and joy and money will follow. It might have to do with dancing or even doing YouTube but you are unsure because you like to work alone and you are worried about financial instability. However if you stay loyal to your passions and find a way to monetize doing what you love, you will definitely achieve success. Learn to socialize more; to connect and collaborate with other people.

3. How Jay feels about you

Ace of Swords + 7 of Wands

They see you as a rival. There is a lot of competition between the two of you and arguments might be frequent as both of you often misunderstand and trigger one another. Be cautious not to overstep boundaries; give space respectfully and learn to compromise. Your relationship with them is volatile but at the same time, you’re each other’s match.

4. Messages from Jay

The Chariot + Ace of Wands

We’re like gasoline and fire, always ready to ignite, needing to one up the other. You know my sore spots and how to push my buttons. Every time we’re together, I’m on defensive and offensive mode. Let’s cool on our conflicts, stop these battles, take a rest and call a truce. I would like peace between us.

5. Your future husband

Death + 10 of Cups

Moody but congenial. They want to be happy but may have a tendency to practice self-sabotage. They need to let old habits and destructive patterns die if they want their desired reality. Might have had an unstable upbringing so they want a safe home. Needs to be careful as they have a personality for addiction which can take them close to the edge. They have a chance to transform their life around if they only commit and stay dedicated to the betterment of their well-being.

6. Where you’ll meet your future husband

Ace of Cups + 2 of Swords

You will meet them in a place of rehabilitation, during a time of introspection and vulnerability. You will understand each other’s pain and emotionally connect. Both of you are sensitive so be gentle and use kind words. Be wary of drowning in each other’s sorrows, losing grip on reality and becoming paranoid. Don’t let emotions cloud your judgment. Balance your mind and heart. Learn to open up, trust and provide solutions for each other. A healing relationship.

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thedivinelights · 1 year

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairings: Ebenezer Scrooge/Isabel Fezziwig

Summary:

Ebenezer Scrooge has spent these past two years fixing bonds he had destroyed, building bridges that he had burned. No more did people look upon him and fear. It was safe to say his future was averted.

Then the cracks began to appear, showing him the one he had carelessly thrown away years ago. He knew there was more to be done.

Perhaps happiness was not fully out of his reach just yet

The trip to Isabel's estate was a long yet uneventful one, allowing both the chance to converse as they had done so many years ago.

"How is young Harry?" Isabel had asked.

"The boy's doing well for himself. He's married now to a woman named Hela." Scrooge replied, "They're expecting a child soon. I... I'll admit I cannot help but fear the worst."

Scrooge clenched his fists at the thought, a deep onset of worry settling within his heart. Isabel could understand that worry well. She had been there when he received that fated letter after Christmas lunch. She remembered him breaking down sobbing his heart out, the entire Fezziwig family doing all they could to comfort him.

"I should have been there..." He had cried out back then, "Why wasn't I with her?!"

Isabel doubted that he was the same after that and that fear seeped into his apprehension of having children. Perhaps it was a sign she was blind to. Perhaps she didn't want to admit that.

She hesitantly placed her hand on Scrooge's, squeezing it tightly to give him silent comfort. His breath hitched as he did so, turning to face her with tears pricking his eyes. He briefly stopped to wipe them from his eyes, Isabel waiting patiently as he did so.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, before a shaky exhale released most of his worries from his mind and he was finally able to give a genuine smile once more.

"I shouldn't worry." He said finally, "Hela is a strong woman, and I'm certain that Harry wouldn't let anything happen to her."

"If he has your stubbornness, he wouldn't even dare to leave her side for a moment."

Scrooge gave a hearty laugh at that and it grew to spread to Isabel as well. Her laugh was something the old man had not heard in a long while.

"You always had a way with words, Isabel." Scrooge said with a smile, "And... it's good to hear your laughter again."

"Yours as well." Isabel shook her head with a smile that faltered slightly but remained steadfast, "I'm glad you've changed, Ebenezer. You were not the man I once knew."

Scrooge's smile wavered at her words, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"After joining with Marley, you were always so... so cold, distant. Unfeeling. But now... now I see the man I fell in love with all those years ago." She replied, "I am happy you managed to find peace in these times."

Scrooge was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. He knew that he had changed, that he had become a better man thanks to the visits from the three ghosts. But to hear it from Isabel, to hear that she still had feelings for him... it was overwhelming.

"Isabel... I-I don't know what to say." He stammered out, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You don't have to say anything, Ebenezer. I just wanted you to know how I feel." Isabel said, squeezing his hand again.

It didn't take much longer until they both reached the estate, a grandiose mansion at the very end of the road. Scrooge felt it a tad too large for his liking, preferring his own flat to the lack of homeliness such a large building can give. As they walked towards the front door of the estate, Isabel's demeanour appeared to shift ever so slightly slightly. She became more reserved, her eyes scanning the area nervously. Scrooge noticed the change but didn't say anything, thinking it was just nerves from being reunited after so long. Just as she was about to make her way inside, however, Scrooge gently held her arm to stop her.

"Isabel, I... I just want to let you know that I never forgot about you. You have always been in my thoughts." Scrooge said, his voice filled with emotion.

He wanted to get this out in the open. He didn't deserve her anymore, he knew that better than anyone, but still he wished to give her closure. That the man she knew and loved would always be with her. Isabel looked at him with pity and despair, removing her arm from his grip and stepping away from him.

"I know, Ebenezer. I know you still have feelings for me. Perhaps I still have feelings for you too. But it's too late now. We can't go back to what we had. It's in the past now." Isabel said sadly, "What you did... while I've forgiven, I'm not sure I can forget. I loved you, Ebenezer, but the moment you became Marley I... I wasn't sure what to think anymore."

She shook her head, "And besides, Solomon has been good to me. He's given my family much and more. Twenty years of marriage cannot so easily be undone."

Scrooge looked on with pain in his eyes, but still he continued, "I know that better than anyone, Isabel. I just... I merely wished to apologise for everything, for searching for something I couldn't find when all I ever needed was your love. I was a fool to cast you away like that... and for that, I am sorry."

Now Isabel began to have tears prick her own eyes, but just as she was about to respond they both heard the door open behind them, revealing a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties. His brown hair was tied up in a small ponytail and his grey eyes betraying a hint of roughness to his posture.

"Mother, who is this man?" He demanded, his voice rather gruff for his age.

Isabel rolled her eyes at the man's tone and gave Scrooge an apologetic look before turning to her son.

"Ambrose, this is Ebenezer Scrooge. We were old friends from many years ago." Isabel introduced Scrooge to her son, who gave him a cursory glance before turning back to his mother.

"Mother, I don't care who he is. You should not be seen with him without proper supervision." Ambrose said in a stern tone, making Scrooge bristle at the disrespect towards his own mother.

"Ambrose, I am a grown woman and I do not need supervision. Mr. Scrooge is an old friend and I will see him if I please." Isabel retorted back, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Fine, but do not make a scene. Father will not be pleased if he hears of this." Ambrose growled angrily before storming off inside the house, mumbling about how Elizabeth too should not be outside at this hour without a man.

Scrooge looked on in shock as the man left his view for a few brief moments before turning to Isabel, "Quite the character I've been introduced to."

Isabel sighed, "That would be my eldest, Ambrose. He is... a bit of a stickler when it comes to social norms, shall we say?"

Scrooge knew immediately what she was implying and let out a sigh. Even before his redemption he always believed that all humans needed to move forward in the times and make their own social norms. He held a strong dislike against those who kept with 'traditions' of the past, especially when it came to the stereotypes between man and woman. Yet his views were but the minority; his influence wouldn't be enough to change the whole of England.

Even still, he did not wish to appear rude in front of that man's mother and one whom he loved so dearly.

"He seems like a fine young man." Scrooge gave a small smirk, "With who his mother is, he must be trying to swat away potential suitors with his cane."

Isabel blushed at the offhanded compliment before making her way to the door, "I do hope that is the case. I'd like to see him settle down eventually."

She gave a smile as she opened the door, taking one long look at her former flame before she was inevitably called back into the house by Ambrose.

"It was good to see you again, Ebenezer. Perhaps... Perhaps I shall see you again soon."

She saw the look in his eyes, the silent message that he would always be here if she needed him. It was enough for her to look at him fondly once more before closing the door behind her and leaving Scrooge all alone in the courtyard.

His eyes lingered on the closed door for a while, his smile turning into a melancholy frown before the hurt was far too much for him to bear and he walked away, the full moon his only companion in this wintry night.

And as he continued on, he could not help but remember those simpler times, all those years ago...

---

Many years ago, Ebenezer was once a young man full of hopes and dreams. He had just finished his apprenticeship with the esteemed Mr. Fezziwig, a successful merchant and a compassionate employer. Scrooge was eager to prove himself and make a name for himself in the world of business.

Fezziwig was a kind and generous man, known for his jovial nature and love of the Christmas season. He would often throw lavish parties for his employees during every holiday, filled with food, drink, and merriment. Scrooge, who had grown up in a household that was rather dour and miserly, was enthralled by Fezziwig's generous spirit and revelled in the joy that the parties brought to all those around him.

Despite his enthusiasm, Scrooge quickly began to see the flaws in Fezziwig's approach to business. Fezziwig was a great employer, he did not mistake that, but he was not a great businessman. He was far too generous, far too willing to give away his profits, and far too willing to overlook the flaws in his employees. Scrooge, who had been taught the value of hard work and thrift from a young age, found Fezziwig's approach to be wasteful and misguided. But in spite of all the foibles, Scrooge found the father he felt he never had in Fezziwig and was determined to work as hard as he could to keep the business going.

One day, a young woman named Isabel walked into the warehouse, and Scrooge's entire world was turned upside down. She was beautiful, with long, flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief and curiosity. She was Fezziwig's daughter, and she had come to the office to give her father the lunch he had forgotten.

Scrooge tried to ignore Isabel at first, focusing all of his attention on his work. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but be drawn to her. He found himself watching her every move, admiring the way she laughed and joked with the other employees, and feeling a strange, almost magnetic pull towards her that he felt hypnotised whenever she glanced his way.

Soon, Scrooge and Isabel began to spend more and more time together, going on long walks around the city and talking for hours about their hopes and dreams. Scrooge, who had always been so focused on his work, found himself opening up to Isabel in a way that he never had with anyone before.

Slowly but surely, Scrooge began to fall in love with Isabel. He admired her free spirit and her infectious joy, and he longed to spend the rest of his life by her side. Eventually, he left Fezziwig's warehouse, meeting with an old money lender named Jacob Marley. He offered a job with far more security than he felt Fezziwig could offer, and Scrooge — after some deliberation and apprehension — he accepted after confessing his feelings for Isabel.

He spent much of his time working under Marley, bettering himself further before gaining enough coin to buy a ring to propose to her. She accepted, of course.

A stable income... a loving companion... it seemed all had been well in Scrooge's life. He shouldn't have needed anything more.

He shouldn't have needed anything other than her.

As time went on, Scrooge became increasingly concerned about their security. He felt they needed more financially, and thus threw himself into his work... to Marley's appeal. He began going home less and less. When once he was flexible in his loans, he tightened his pull. Where once he cared for others, he ended up leaving them on the curb. He even put the father of the heterochromatic boy who would eventually work with him in debtor's prison.

He became increasingly bitter and resentful, and his relationship with Isabel suffered as a result. And soon... soon she couldn't take it anymore. She begged him to look her way, not push her away. Yet the young man was blind to her plight, and Isabel eventually stepped up to say 'no' and took off her ring, leaving him all alone.

His last string of stability since his sister's death faded, and in his grief he fell susceptible to Marley's influence, becoming cold-hearted and ruthless. He spent long hours at the counting house, pouring over ledgers and accounts, and he became increasingly distant and detached from his family. He became consumed by his work, and he gradually lost sight of the things that truly mattered in life.

And while the ghosts helped him see the light once more, there was still much and more that he needed to fix.

Much and more he had to fix.

---

Two weeks later Scrooge found himself in his office with swarms of paperwork upon his desk, having felt rather guilty for making Bob do most of it himself in the hours he had been gone and basically forced him take some time off. He dipped his quill in the inkwell for what felt like the hundredth time as he continued to sign off more names that had dutifully repaid their loans with more than he actually required. He gave a weary groan as he leaned back into his chair, finally beginning to feel his age catching up with him.

He pulled out his pocket watch, briefly checking the time before the silver trinket reminded him of Isabel, causing his frown to deepen slightly.

He had been taking his time to consider what little he had seen of Isabel's family and despite having only seen two of his children — not even the man of the house himself — he could easily tell that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. He noticed the way Isabel's eyes darted around whenever he mentioned her family, the way her voice grew colder when Solomon was introduced. It was certainly enough to unnerve him, that was for sure.

And, well, speaking of Solomon, Scrooge felt that he knew nothing about the man, save for the brief snippets of information he received from Isabel and from that newspaper article. Curious, he decided to ask Harry and Hela about it in a recent gathering to mark the end of November, considering that they were far more well-versed in the comings and goings of socialites.

"He's well-known for being an incredible lawyer." Hela had answered, "All those whom he defends are acquitted, and he's liked amongst many for his charismatic attitude and the charity work he and his children do. Not much is known about his wife, though, but I have heard rumours about her being the daughter of the late Leopold Fezziwig."

"I actually met him once!" Harry had cut in, "He is a delightful partner in golf! Perhaps I can arrange for him to meet with you, although I wouldn't be able to promise anything. Despite his kindness, the man is a bit of a recluse."

Well-liked, charitable, good at his job, a bit of a recluse... all of these qualities hardly stuck out to Scrooge in any way, for they were traits many self-important citizens always strived to have. But Hela's comment on Isabel caught his eye, and not in a good way. Why was it that no one knew who she was? Having worked under Fezziwig, he knew that the man and his family had quite the reputation. Surely the press would jump at the chance to talk about her being wed to the most incredible attorney of their age. Hell, even he didn't even know she was married to Solomon, and he was one to scour through every inch of every newspaper when he had the chance. It was an unfortunate hobby of his.

Scrooge rested his head in his hands, Prudence looking up at him from her bed. All this pondering was giving him a headache, and being in his stuffy old office certainly didn't help ease it. The clock had just struck six anyway, so he made the conscious effort to force himself out of his chair. He whistled to Prudence, who got up and followed her master until he reached the door of his office. Making sure to hide his more sensitive ledgers, Scrooge made to pull the blind down when a sudden flash of purple blinded him and he stumbled onto the ground before allowing his eyes to readjust to the light.

The cracks had returned.

They had appeared multiple times in the course of the ghosts' visits that fateful Christmas Eve and the feast afterwards, appearing if someone had punched a hole in reality. He would have felt that he was going mad were it not for the obvious signs that Prudence could see them as well. The scenes were hardly pleasant, with Scrooge chalking it up to the ghosts trying to push him towards redemption even further. Yet here it was two years later, returned with greater clarity with none of the ghosts in sight.

"What...?" He shakily began to stand and dusted himself, squinting at the images before him.

Unlike previous encounters, the cracks seemed different. They were longer, more defined, and Scrooge found himself able to see clearer images within them. The floating shards around the scene showing cogs turning within. He saw a younger version of himself, sitting in his office with Isabel by his side. They were laughing and smiling, and Scrooge couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of what could have been. What he had left behind.

The cracks then shifted to present day, showing Solomon and Isabel in their home, eating dinner with their children. Isabel looked to be picking at her food, with Ambrose and Elizabeth and another one, whom Scrooge believed to be their youngest, all silent as they ate. He had finally managed to get a glimpse of Solomon now, if only barely. He had been wearing a maroon suit, his shoulder-length hair — now greyed with a dulled out brown in comparison to the bright colour Scrooge had seen before — tied up in a neat ponytail. He was looking upon some documents he had brought to the table, hardly acknowledging his own family's presence.

Finally, the cracks showed a glimpse of the future, with Isabel standing alone in her home, tears streaming down her face as Ambrose yelled at her, his words incoherent to his ears. Scrooge couldn't bear to watch any longer, and he closed his eyes, hoping the cracks would disappear.

See.

Scrooge gasped as he opened his eyes, the cracks that were once there now disappeared, and in their place stood the familiar robed figure towering over him. Scrooge shivered slightly as those flaming orbs stared deep into his soul. The word he heard held no voice, no substance, and yet he heard them all the same.

"Please tell me what you mean, Future." Scrooge regained his courage, walking up to the spirit, "Was this not your doing? O-Or Past? Or Present? Surely I cannot be going mad. Prudence clearly saw them as well!"

The dog in question woofed in an agreement. Future only kept their peace, causing the old man to grow agitated.

"Now is not the time for silence!" He yelled out, "You need not tell me what is to come, only what in God's name is happening!"

Gift.

"Gift? What gift? Do you mean to tell me that I am the one causing this?" He pointed to himself to enunciate his words, "I am not a ghost yet, Future. I am but an old loaner, so how... how can I have such an ability?"

Visit.

Scrooge had to do a double-take to register their words, "You mean to say that your visits caused this awakening in me? But... I-I don't... please, I-I don't understand!"

He was visibly shaking now, overwhelmed with everything that just occurred. He collapsed to the ground, his breathing laboured with Prudence coming over to her master's side, sensing his distress.

"How...?"

"Perhaps it is time for me to step in, old friend."

Scrooge's head shot up as the air grew colder with each passing second. Ice formed all around him from floor to ceiling, though far less than before, and the former miser recognised this well.

"M-Marley...?"

Unlike the first encounter, the lockboxes and chains appeared much quicker, with the ghost of Jacob Marley floating down onto the freezing ground. But despite his former business partner's attempts to keep everything at a minimum, Scrooge's fear had resurfaced, the clinging and clanging of the chains and the scraping of the lockboxes echoing in his ears. He hid in the far wall of his office, curling up into a ball as waves of panic filled his system.

"Please... Please, Ebenezer. Do not fear me." Marley stated calmly, doing his best to placate his tortured soul. When Scrooge did not reply, he turned to Future with a silent plea in his coined eyes. Future merely gave a nod, and the lock that held his chains came undone and clattered to the floor, disappearing as they did so.

"Marley, please! D-Don't come any closer... I don't... those chains..."

"They are off for now, old friend. You are safe now." Marley floated over to him and reached out to him, watching as Scrooge came out of his guarded position. Prudence too moved over to him, licking his face to distract Scrooge for a few moments before he mustered up the courage to look at him.

"I'm so sorry, Ebenezer." The blue ghost looked down as best he could with what he had for eyes, "I never meant to give you this phobia. I merely wished to warn you, but I see now I have done much harm in the process."

Scrooge sniffled, wiping some tears that had pricked his eyes, "Don't... Don't apologise, Marley. I'm the one unable to overcome this silly fear of mine. Mayhap one day, I shall... but not yet. And certainly not now."

He looked at him, some sense of his former self returning, "But tell me: How are you here? Past had told me you were unable to visit our world the same way they can."

Marley rubbed the back of his head, "This is but a special case. Those in charge insisted I step in should you be unable to decipher Future's words. Which, I might add, were hardly legible to begin with!"

He glared at the robed ghost who all but looked away, causing Scrooge to crack a smile. Marley helped him off of the floor, leading him to his desk to which he sat upon. The ghost looked around, gazing upon his old books with a bittersweet expression as he spoke.

"Your queries were valid, Ebenezer, so I shall explain the truth to you." He turned back to Scrooge, who still seemed rather confused, "When you were visited by us two years ago, you had awakened a gift. A very special gift that none have had before you."

Scrooge's eyes widened as the cracks returned, showing all of the scenes he had witnessed during the ghosts' visit, including those of the future.

"Are you saying that I can see what was, what is, and what is yet to come, just as Past, Present and Future are able to?"

Marley merely nodded his head, "Not to the extent that they have, but yes. You are able to see glimpses of certain lives from before and now, but the future is yet to be set in stone. I am sure you recall the feast you held?"

He nodded back, clearly remembering seeing his ability in action.

Jenkins' store closed down. Now it was flourishing.

The charity unable to earn a single shilling. Now far more capable with his donations every Christmas.

Him sitting all alone. Soon to hold his grandnibling in his arms.

Tiny Tim's grave with a mourning Bob. Now recovered and happy.

He remembered each scene with vivid detail. Remembered how happy they made him feel. Marley smiled at his recognition.

"The future had changed due to your actions, showing that it was not set in stone."

Scrooge's reminiscence was cut short as he quickly remembered something else, "Then why did no one mention this to me? They had been recurring for a while during the whole thing."

Not shown.

He turned to Future, shocked at their sudden words, "You couldn't see them?"

His head whipped back around to Marley, "No, but they could sense it. All three of them could. But... we weren't sure until we sensed your visions just now."

Scrooge suddenly felt the cold metal of his pocket watch, taking it out to stare at it with pain in his eyes and grief in his heart, "So then... Isabel truly is not happy with Solomon. I had an inkling but I didn't wish to believe it."

He held his head in his hands once more, "I- no, we have been blind to her suffering. To her children's suffering! We all have! No one even knows that Isabel is married to him. I've been such a fool, thinking of my own selfish desire to have her back that I ignored her plight, just as I did before."

"You have a choice now, do you not?" Marley asked softly, placing a comforting hand on Scrooge's shoulder. "You can choose to continue living in the past and clinging to your own desires, or you can do something to help Isabel. You have the power to change things, Ebenezer. You can help save her and her children from the fate that awaits them."

Scrooge lifted his head from his hands, being reminded of that final vision. Isabel did not deserve to cry like that, especially when her own son was the cause. He stood from his place on the desk, a newfound sense of determination burning within his eyes that could scorch the ice around him if he could.

He turned to Future, his voice firm and focused, "Bring Present and Past. Teach me to control this power. Teach me so that Isabel and her children suffer no longer. Teach me so that no one else can suffer, so that I may be able to bring people the joy that they deserve."

And he was sure that under his robe, the mute ghost had a smile upon his lips.

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