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amadayus17 · 2 years ago

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The Christian and Her King

*This is my first in-depth-ish smut soooo yeah. Also, it’s not proofread so there might be some grammatical errors*

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The spring months always were favorable to the farmers of Wessex, mainly because the crops flourished, but it also seemed to bring the Northmen whose only goal was to raid and pillage our beautiful country. However, I try not to think about it too much. All I can do is pray to our lord and savior Jesus Christ, and hope whatever he has in store for us won’t be too bad.

The King has sent soldiers to every village as that is the Viking's main target. This makes it hard for me to sneak out of the protective walls to get some peace outside the village. But lucky for me, there is a tree whose branches hang over the walls that allow me to climb up and over.

My feet hit the hard earth as I grunt trying to regain my balance. Finally, some peace and quiet. I begin my short walk to a clearing in the forest where there is a rock that is shaped kind of like a chair. It’s here where I feel like myself, I don’t have to worry about the chores at home or my mother and father trying to find me a husband. It’s here where the only sounds are the birds and nature, not the noises of my busy village.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as twigs snap behind me, I immediately freeze hoping that the rock is big enough to give me some cover from whatever or whoever is behind me. The thing behind me began to make its way to the rock, my heart pounds faster as horrible thoughts flow freely in my mind. What comes out from behind the rock is a crippled man, no older than myself. He passes by me without noticing me, thanking God I pray that he will give me an opportunity to escape from the cripple without being detected.

My breathing picks up with increasing fear as he heads for my village, though I’m not sure if he poses as much of a threat. Nevertheless, I can’t let him reach my village. I stand up causing some leaves to crunch under my weight. He snaps his head back and his eyes show a hint of fear before they’re taken over by anger.

The man slithers over to me, causing my fear to get the better of me I stay in place.

“Hverr eru þú?” He says in a language unfamiliar to me. I give him a confused look as he rolls his eyes and says it again this time in my language, “who are you?”

Stunned I say nothing as I observe him tilting my head and narrowing my eyes trying to decipher if he is a threat to me. He clears his throat pulling me from my inner battle, I stay silent for a moment longer before coming to the decision that he is not a threat.

“Agatha.” He nods his head and eyes me up and down, “and what are you, Agatha, doing here all by yourself in the forest?”

Still fighting my inner battle, I choose to tell the truth because he can’t do anything to me anyway, at least not with the legs God has given him. “Trying to find some peace and quiet, but you ruined it.”

He lets out a light laugh, “þú're kourageous.” He says once again in his native tongue.

“I can’t understand your odd language,” I state and cross my arms. He looks me up and down again smirking, “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

I shake my head no, “I am Ivar the Boneless, King of Norway.” That’s when it hit me, the slithering and the odd language. I try to back away but trip over my own feet. Landing on my butt he crawls between my legs to get a closer look at my face.

As he’s observing my face I can’t help to study his own. He’s got strikingly blue eyes and a very handsome face to go with them. He hums and takes a small section of my hair to twirl it in his fingers, “beautiful” he mutters under his breath. My cheeks turn a light shade of red and an unfamiliar feeling shoots through my body to his comment.

My hands begin to move on their own as they reach to touch his face. Right before my fingertips touch his cheek his hand is on my wrist to stop it. I jump trying to find the right words to tell him that I won’t hurt him.

“Please, I am not going to hurt you,” I say as I pry my wrist from his grasp. I return to my previous task and this time he lets me touch him. For being a Viking his skin is surprisingly soft. Wanting to feel more of him I move my hands ever so slowly down his shoulders to his biceps. He sucks in a sharp breath and stares into my roaming eyes.

Mustering all the courage and strength I could find I flipped him so that he was leaning against the rock. He froze for a second then reached for his axe, but before he could pull it out of its holster I smashed my lips against his. I have no idea what made me kiss him but I couldn’t stop.

Clearly in shock, he stiffened before he gave in and began moving his lips with mine. After a while, I had to pull back to breathe. “I don’t know why I did that. I’ve never kissed anyone before.” I turned around with panic setting in. I just made out with England's sworn enemy, I am going to Hell for sure. I start to get up and run away when he grabs my wrist, “you’re not going anywhere.” He smirks and locks his eyes with mine.

Ivar pulls me down to him and kisses me again. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m already going to Hell so might as well make the most of this because if anyone finds out about this interaction I will be ruined. But fuck it, he is attractive so might as well. I move myself to sit on his lap moving my hands to his chest wanting to feel all of him.

He moans into the kiss as I feel something hard beginning to form. I’ve never seen a dick before let alone touch one, but curiosity gets the better of me and I try to unbuckle his pants. He stops me and does it himself struggling a bit, I chuckle and help him pull them down to his knees. His cock springs free and I can’t help but stare at it curiously.

My hands move on their own and I touch the head. Ivar grunts in response, I’m assuming that it felt good so I close my hands around it stroking it slowly a few times earning more moans. Just as he’s about to come he tells me to stop. I look at him confused, “did I do something wrong?”

Ivar shakes his head, “no. But I’m not going to let my seed go to waste.” I look at him confused until it clicked, he wanted to have sex. My cheeks redden again and I reluctantly slide my dress up and line his cock up with my entrance. He slams my hips down and I let out a cry of pain, tears swelling in my eyes. He tips his chin up so that I’m looking into his strikingly blue eyes, “shh, don’t worry it will feel good soon.” Ivar whispers and tenderly kisses my lips while moving my hips up and down.

I wasn’t sure I could believe him when he said it would feel good but I’m starting to believe him. Eventually, I started moving my hips on my own, the pain turning into pleasure. After a few more thrusts I feel a knot forming in my lower abdomen, “Ivar, I’m close.” I moan.

He moans in my ear and moves his hand to find my clit. He started in slow circles that turned into rapid ones. That was enough to push me over the edge and I scream out his name as he finishes, spilling his hot seed deep inside me.

For a moment we stay in this position catching our breath. “Ivar!” I hear another voice call out in the distance and I freeze. Ivar breathes out a long breath, before the other man, comes into view.

“Líthvatr ek vitumk!” The man yelled and another man came into view. They looked at us and chuckled saying more things in their native tongue. “Ivar, who are they and what are they saying?”

“They’re my brothers and they’re saying that they can’t believe that I found a woman who would lay with me.” I look at them and glare. Ivar may be a cripple, but he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

“Ivar, þú skulu share hanmeðr oss!” The older-looking brother says. I look at Ivar again and he says that they want to share me. A look of disgust covers my face, “tell them that I want you and only you.” I say and return to glaring at them.

Ivar tells his brothers and they look at me with pity after he shoos them off. He turns his attention back to me and asks me if I would go back to his camp with him.

“As much as I want to I can’t. If I don’t return they’ll sound the alarm and send an army to find your camp.” He sighs and kisses me. “Do not be afraid my sweet Agatha, your king's army does not scare me, they can send all the soldiers and I would kill them all to see you again.” With that, I get off his lap and give him one last kiss before going back to my village.

#ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless smut #vikings #ubbe #hvitserk

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regrettablewritings · 4 years ago

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I’ve been in an Arthur Curry kind of mood lately so let’s see your take on Arthur for the General section of the headcanons

I think Big Boy’s been in our heads ever since Jason snapped the other day over WB’s bullshit 👀👀👀

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?: It didn’t exactly get initiated so much as you guys sort of . . . fell into it. Neither one really noticed when the talking turned into actual conversing with one another, or when the conversing began to include you two inching closer, or when that started to include the both of you meeting up at a bar or taking walks or going to the beach to relax and so on. Arthur’s kind of thick-headed in that regard, the realization hitting him one day that what the both of you were doing could technically be qualified as dating. Hell, it wasn’t even so much as a hit as it was a nudge in his brain that made him take a pause as he drank his beer, glance at you as your eyes skimmed the grill menu, and think to himself, Oh, shit. Guess we’re datin’ now. And then take another swig. You never corrected him when he referred to you as his significant other around other people, either, so it’s safe to assume it works for you two knuckleheads.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?: As stated before, you two kind of stumbled into dating the same way someone who keeps walking in New York will eventually stumble into a bodega. If you wanna play it loose, then the first time you guys went on what could be considered a date was when Arthur dragged you to a taco truck he and Barry had tried out the other day. To his credit, it was a pretty kickass taco, and you were more than happy to admit that as the two of you sat down and people-watched, with him occasionally working the water in the nearby fountain to take the form of random shapes or funny scenarios. When it finally clicked that the two of you were an item, there was more or less a feeling that you should probably do an official outing just to make sure you were “doing this right”, whatever that meant. It took a bit of “conversing”, but eventually Arthur pulled a few strings (read: Convinced Bruce to land him a reservation at one of the best restaurants in town) and, well . . . It definitely could’ve been worse. Arthur has definite home-training, but fancy establishments just aren’t his cup of tea. He honestly had more fun making the wine in everyone’s glasses make little whirlpools, or having the still-alive lobsters climb out of the tank and “mysteriously disappear.” Suffice to say, maybe the first “date” really was the date done right. It also suffices to say that Bruce never pulls a favor like that for Arthur again: the next time y’all want a date somewhere exclusive, you have to be the one to do the talking.

What was their first kiss like?: Hot. Passionate. Hard. Wet. (God this sounds pervy.) When I say “hot”, I mean temperature-wise: Arthur runs hot, so his lips can feel almost searing when he’s really feeling a mood. The passionate and hard are given traits, considering that that’s just how Arthur does this: Never half-assed, always a full and complete 110%. And as for wet . . . Don’t worry, it’s not because he’s a sloppy kisser. It was because the first kiss the both of you ever shared happened to be after he returned from a mission. It wasn’t an especially life-or-death type of experience, mind you, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking for you since it considered him pulling an entire cruise ship to port. But the thrill of seeing your boyfriend succeed and be a hero quickly filled you, to the point where it was quite evident in your features when the soggy boy came home. Maybe he felt the need to bathe in that praise before even bathing himself. Or maybe he thought you looked so puppy-like that he just had to plant one on you. But whatever the case was, you got your first kiss of the relationship in the living room of Aquaman’s place. With him smelling like the water and everything that was in it. . . . Well, at least he was hot dripping wet, no?

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: Well, if you really want to stretch it, you’re the first human he’s dated since being revealed to the world as Aquaman. Things with Mera . . . didn’t work out, but she does unfortunately hold the title as first to date him period. But as an Atlantean, there are just some things the human world’s got her beat on: Like the fact that it has you.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?: Soooo . . . Arthur Curry is 6′4″. Make of that what you will. Do the same with the age he’s approximated to be if you’d like.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?: If you still keep in contact wit your family, they’re both amazed and thrown off by the fact that you’re dating the Aquaman: He’s a superhero, he’s an underwater king, he’s a member of the Justice League, he knows Batman, and, oh yeah, he’s hella fine. If you ever bring Arthur around your family, they’re definitely going to want to take photos or have him show them feats of his strength. He’s more than happy to drink any drunkles or cousins under the table, and gleefully lets younger kids dangle from his arms like he’s a living jungle gym. (Frankly, he prefers interactions with younger members of your family since they’re innocent and generally more upfront yet less nosy.) Thomas and Atlanna adore you, being ever so proud of their son for finally being with someone who looks like they’ll stick around for the long haul. Thomas is more than happy to share with you silly stories of what Arthur used to do growing up, and Atlanna just pretty much wants to hear everything about you. Given that she’s missed out on most of her son’s love lives, she wants to be very aware of you and familiarize herself with you. They welcome you back to Amnesty Bay any time. If they think Arthur is shirking on his boyfriendly duties, they are not afraid to get on him about it.

Who takes the lead in social situations?: Arthur, most definitely. He’s not even the most confrontational person, he doesn’t necessarily seek out situations to take the lead on. But when you’re a 6′4″ wall of muscle and a fairly recognizable metahuman superhero, people sort of wind up looking to you for answers. He’s more than happy to let you take the lead, however.

Who gets jealous easier?: A little bit you, but honestly neither of you are particularly the jealous type. The only reason I could venture to say you is because you have yourself quite a catch, no pun intended: Tall, handsome, heroic, a literal king, smart, kind . . . Everyone wants a piece of the Aquaman, and you can’t fight them all off. The good news is that you don’t have to: In spite of his party boy image, Arthur knows about dedication and loyalty in a relationship. As messed up as their relationship was in some regards, Arthur very much respects his parents’ union and, deep down, hopes for something even half as good as what they had. And he already knows he’s not about to get it from just any old random person trying to cop a feel of his biceps. So it’s perfectly safe to say that Arthur’s ghostly eyes are only ever for you. Though . . . it couldn’t hurt just to hang on his arm. Just to let people know, y’know?

Thanks for sendin’ in this request, I forgot it can be fun to write for this rascal!

#arthur curry x reader #aquaman x reader #arthur curry imagine #dceu imagine #dceu imagines #dceu x reader #arthur curry imagines #character ship meme #regrettablewritings

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candyshua · 5 years ago

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36 with Joshua 🥺

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

i had soooo much fun writing this!! hehehehe i hope u all enjoy it :p

Genre: Angst, Fluff, princess!reader, poor boy!josh

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

You felt his calloused hand in your own as he continued to lead you through the dance floor. The King was watching, and you could practically feel his eyes bore a hole through the back of your head. Your hair was put up in a lovely, wonderful braided bun. A crown was placed atop your head, and although you were dancing at your own royal wedding, you did not feel like the future queen. And Mingyu, your betrothed, felt quite the opposite.

You thought Mingyu hated you. After all, he was a prince from a foreign land brought in to marry you. He was a pawn in your father–the King’s–game. You never expected him to love you.

And you never expected to hate him.

Mingyu was obsessive, arrogant, and overly-masculine. He thought claiming you as “his” was charming, like it would have you swooning. At times, you felt bad for your ill-natured feelings towards the tall and handsome man, but then those feelings of guilt would disintegrate when he’d say or do something that made you even more resentful of him.

Perhaps it wasn’t the future king’s fault as to why you hated him. You just didn’t want to accept the fact that you were in love with a man you could never have–Joshua Hong. Before you were announced to be the future queen of the kingdom, you went on a walk throughout the capital city to get to know the citizens who weren’t as pampered as you.

You wished you had never even left your bed that morning. You wished that things were so, so different.

You were in a simple outfit, black combat boots, cargo pants, and a black t-shirt. It looked appropriate for the bustling environment you were treading through, hagglers in the streets trying to sell their items. It was their livelihood, it paid the bills for them and their families. You couldn’t help but feel guilt as you turned down every man and woman who tried to pitch their products to you.

They needed the money, and you– the future queen–did not.

You avoided eye contact, eyes drawn to the ground in an ashamed manner. If you had looked up, you would’ve never bumped into the boy holding an entire carriage of fruits from various lands. You wouldn’t have gotten entangled into the mess that was Joshua Hong and his life.

Sadly, there’s no changing the past.

It all happened too quickly. You and your hurried pace came to a sudden halt when you crashed into the carriage, breaking the door that kept all the fruits from falling out. Once the door snapped, the fruits fell along with the poor boy’s face. You gasped ashamedly, trying to salvage whatever you could. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. All of those precious fruits that probably cost a fortune came tumbling out, and they either got stepped on, covered in dirt, or stolen.

“I’m so sorry!” You shouted, finally making eye contact with the boy. You, fifteen at the time, were just trying to get a feel of the kingdom you were going to rule one day. You didn’t mean to cause trouble, but that was your main talent–always stirring up something.

Instead of getting slapped across the face as you’d expect (physical punishment taught you to “behave”), the boy gave you a sad smile.

“It’s okay, I can always get more.” His voice was sweet and intoxicating, and before you knew it, your facade was getting closer to falling the longer you stared at his angelic face. His eyes were a chocolate brown, and they were warm and enticing. He was skinny, yet had lean muscle. His smile was just as inviting as his eyes, and his black hair was neatly styled to the side. He had a tan complexion, which just made you swoon even more.

Despite his warm smile, he was putting up a facade too. He worked incredibly hard for those fruits, and they were destroyed by one crash. Before you knew it, you grabbed his wrist and led him to an alleyway, making sure no one was watching. He knew how to defend himself, yet the brown-eyed boy knew you weren’t going to hurt him.

You were wearing a cloth to cover your mouth and a hood on your head, truly hiding your identity. You checked your surroundings one last time, eyes darting from person to person, making sure their attention was elsewhere.

The boy gulped.

You sighed, finally deciding to reveal your identity. You dramatically tore the cloth from your face and took your hood off, revealing the face of a princess. The tan boy was about to bow, get on his knees, but you held him upright with surprising strength.

“Don’t,” You ordered, “it will just draw attention.”

He nodded.

“Your Majesty,” He greeted. You scoffed, forever hating that title.

“You can just call me Y/N.” He gave you a curt nod.

“Then you can just call me Joshua, or Josh. Whatever floats your boat.”

His informal words made you smile out of endearment. He was dashing and adorable. You tried to ignore your rapidly-beating heart, but it was a strenuous task. You thought it was just beating fast since you ran to that alleyway, but it didn’t stop when you caught your breath. In fact, it beat faster since you were in such close proximity with the boy.

“I’m sorry for that. I’ll cover the expenses, don’t worry.” Joshua was about to open his mouth to protest, but you put up a hand, signaling him to stop. “You need it.”

Joshua nodded weakly, as if ashamed. But his shame didn’t match yours. You saw the city for what it was, a social ladder filled with back-stabbers and lowlifes. You wanted to scream at your father, asking him, how does it feel to be at the top? How does it feel to never truly suffer?

When you’d become queen, you were going to change things. That was for sure.

“I’m sorry, Josh.” You lamented, looking anywhere but his beautiful eyes. He nodded, and was about to walk away.

And, you’d go back to your palace. This would’ve just been another memory to you to look back on. You would never talk to Joshua again.

You hated that idea.

“Wait!” You whisper-shouted. You thought Joshua didn’t hear you, but after you said it again, he came to a halt. He spun around on his heel, curiosity betraying his usual unreadable exterior.

“Um, meet me here at twelve noon tomorrow. I’ll bring the money.”

Joshua gave you a curt nod. Something glinted in his eyes, but you just couldn’t put your finger on what that glint was.

It was excitement. Joshua was excited to have the opportunity to see you again.

The next day, the two of you upheld your own promises, meeting at the same time. You were in the same disguise as yesterday, which made Joshua find you much more easily. He smirked at the sight of you nervously pacing in the alleyway between a pub and a blacksmith’s shop.

He cleared his throat, making you jump. Usually, you could sense other people’s presence quite easily, having been trained in the area of self-defense and combat. Yet, Joshua’s movements were nimble like those of a cat. He was agile, quick, and quiet.

“Hi.” You greeted, already out of breath. Thump, thump, thump. Your heart started to beat swiftly all of a sudden. You cursed internally, something your father would not approve of. You had to contain yourself from rolling your eyes at the thought of him.

“Hey.” Joshua smiled, flashing you his beautiful teeth. Your eyes lingered on his lips for a bit too long, and he pretended not to notice. He had a bit of trouble hiding his smugness, though.

Yet, the smugness dissipated the moment you pulled out a cloth bag filled with an insurmountable amount of money. You had used the highest currency your kingdom had, and you just filled it in a bag. You had hoped it was enough.

Joshua practically drooled at the sight of the fortune sitting before him. You took his hand in yours and forced him to hold the bag. He couldn’t tell if his hands were sweaty due to the nerves from seeing you or the amount of money you possessed. He noticed the way you handled that amount of money with such ease, as if it were nothing at all.

“Thank you,” He hoarsely whispered, big brown orbs boring into yours.

You gave him a curt nod. It was just business, after all.

“You should probably get that home as soon as possible, before some thief comes and snatches it right from you.”

Joshua couldn’t agree more. He started to jog away from you and toward his house, until he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around only to see you with a frown on your face.

He didn’t want this to be the end.

You were a princess! Even though he found you deadly beautiful, even though he knew you found him handsome, it could never work.

But he was just a kid.

You were probably already betrothed to a much more handsome and financially stable prince. If he stopped then, it would have been easier for everyone.

You wanted this too.

“Same place same time tomorrow?” Joshua asked, hope glinting in his eyes. You were excited, but absolutely astounded.

“What? Why?!”

“Just because.” And with that, you nodded a bit more eagerly than you should have, and Joshua ran off into the distance with a slight skip in his step.

Mingyu looked down into your eyes with an unreadable expression. You ignored him and continued to dance mechanically, your mind on Joshua Hong and nobody else. You had danced with Joshua before, but it was in an empty pub as he sang the words of the music, nothing else playing.

You were going to be sick. You couldn’t do this–you couldn’t marry Mingyu. You couldn’t have your fate sealed with a man you didn’t love. You thought you could change things, but you knew Mingyu, as the king, would have much more power than you.

And he would never listen to you.

No, you wouldn’t be able to change a goddamn thing.

After the music ended, you told the future king you needed to step outside. For once, he didn’t probe you with questions and just gave you a nod of approval. You scoffed. You would’ve gone anyway, with or without his approval.

The ballroom was gigantic, with a huge crystal chandelier protruding from the ceiling along with paintings of the past kings and queens with golden frames. Elegant tables dressed with tablecloths and chairs worth more than a poor peasant’s yearly salary were thoughtfully placed throughout the suffocating environment. Despite how grand it was, you felt claustrophobic.

You expertly slipped through the doors of the room, having passed by guards many times before. Just like then, the purpose was all the same–you wanted to see Joshua.

He was in your room, just like he’d promised. He worked in the castle as a servant, a job you appointed him just so the two of you could see each other more. However, he wasn’t supposed to work tonight, but you helped him get in the castle and hid him away in your room.

He smiled at the sight of you, letting himself intake your beautiful dress and crown. However, he felt a twinge of melancholy, knowing that you weren’t dressed up for him.

Before he could even greet you, you crashed your lips onto his. He, of course, reciprocated almost immediately, always up to kissing you.

You pulled away, much too soon to the both of your liking.

“I can’t marry him,” You admitted, “I can’t be queen. They’re gonna squash me like a bug. Mingyu will never listen to my ideas, the men will always be one step ahead of me, Josh. What should I do?”

Joshua sucked in a deep breath, a bit rattled by your words. He knew what was going to happen the moment he decided to keep meeting up with you. He knew you were never his to begin with. You were destined to fall apart.

“You must.” Was all Joshua could muster. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain himself from crying. He was doing quite a poor job, since he could taste his salty tears on his lips.

“Josh, you’ve shown me what love can feel like,” You began with haste, “and love is very fucking–pardon my language–powerful. Let’s run away to another kingdom. I’ve heard stories, Josh, ones that give me hope. There are places out there without kings and queens, the leaders are elected due to their ability. Josh, if we leave right now–”

“You’re being stupid, impulsive, and overly-emotional. You’re going to get us killed, Y/N!”

“I’d rather die loving you than live without you.” The words were powerful, they held the fire of a thousand suns, yet your words did not burn Joshua. For some odd reason, they comforted him. Your grasp around his hands felt warm all of a sudden.

“Well, if we’re gonna leave, you’re gonna have to change your dress. I’ll start getting supplies, maps, and whatnot. We have to be quick.” Joshua demanded. Whatever boyish qualities he had once had faded away years ago. He was a man, at the ripe age of twenty-three. You loved him more than you loved anything else in the world. And, if you were to die by the hands of your father or Mingyu, at least it would be by his side.

You undressed with haste, not struggling in the slightest. You’ve worn your fair share of dresses before. You undid the braids in your hair and took your crown off.

You left it on your nightstand. You had hoped the message was clear to everyone–you did not want to be the queen of this corrupt kingdom.

Joshua came back within twenty minutes, his eyes widened with fear and adrenaline.

“How are we gonna leave? Y/N, we should’ve thought this through–”

“You think I haven’t? Pft,” You scoffed, “I have friends who stand with me. I’ll get us two horses and a carriage in a heartbeat. We need to go north, that’s our best shot. Okay?”

Joshua nodded. No words were necessary, the drumming of his heart that reverberated throughout his head was enough consolation to him, and to you.

You ran up and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, leaving him a bit taken aback. Before he could ask why, you answered for him.

“Just because.”

People had started looking for you, but you expertly dodged all of the guards. You and Joshua managed to get to where Joshua had kept the supplies he had gathered, and your friend who worked in the stable with the horses helped you haul them onto the carriage. You gave her one last hug goodbye and stepped into the carriage, letting Joshua steer. If anyone saw your face, you would be dead.

You imagined the “wanted” posters that would go up once everyone realized you weren’t going to marry Mingyu. Fear bubbled in your stomach, but it didn’t outweigh the love you felt for Joshua. It didn’t outweigh the hope you held close to your heart for a bright future.

“Let’s go.” You demanded.

And so you went, on into the dwindling night. The bitter air kissed your skin, but you didn’t feel cold whatsoever. You felt alive and free.

You weren’t sure if you would succeed, but you knew you would never forgive yourself if you didn’t at least try. And, with Joshua by your side, you felt as if you could do anything.

“I love you, Joshua.” You murmured to no one but yourself. He couldn’t hear you over the clanks of the horse’s feet against the ground anyway.

No, you were not destined to fall apart. In fact, it was quite the opposite–you were destined to rise.

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hadesglance · 5 years ago

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All hail the new queen... - 26 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty-One Part Twenty-Two Part Twenty-Three Part Twenty-Four Part Twenty-Five

I got really inspired, soooo yay double update!

Your eyes snapped open for the hundredth time that night. You couldn’t find any rest since Hades told you of the prophecy. Your mind raced over how many instances you could have triggered all of this…how if you had never been here maybe nothing would have happened.

You sighed throwing the covers off yourself frustrated. Stepping onto the cold floor you weighed your options feeling like you’d been here before. You walked the halls down to Hades room not bothering to knock as you walked in.

You crept in slowly to his bed wrapping your arms around him making him wake up slowly, “Y/N?”

“Hm…go back to sleep.” You whispered to him as he rolled over securing you into his arms.

“Everything okay?” He blinked a few times squaring himself off to you to better see your face.

You leaned into his hand as he brushed your hair out of your face, “Restless…”

“Still?” He frowned a little caressing your face with his thumb, “No one is blaming anyone at this point…there’s no meaning to it, and we’re going to find Media soon.”

“…yeah…” You sighed staring into his blue eyes. How did you end up here? The story was simple, but out of all the believers in the world desperate for something…how was it you that ended up here in the arms of Hades?”

“What is it?” He stared at you obviously trying to figure out what was on your mind.

You simply smiled at him tightening your arm around him pressing your body against his, “I love you.”

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Why?”

“Why?” Yours shot up in surprise, “I…I believe it’s because you’re handsome…and loyal…and smart…and care so much about your family and…do I need to keep going?”

“Mm…no…” He leaned forward planting a kiss on your lips, “You sure know how to make god blush.”

You laughed a little, “I doubt it anything I say could really make you blush.”

“On the contrary…a beautiful woman climbs into my bed in the middle of the night and tells me she loves me.” He rested his forehead against yours, “I’d say that’s surprising and blush worthy.”

You sighed contently shutting your eyes, feeling completely secure in his embrace. You listened to him take breaths in and out in a soothing rhythm. You wished you could just stop time and stay right here.

“You know you can start in here.” Hades murmured as he began to drift off.

“Start?” You breathed against his neck.

He chuckled a little, “Yes…if it helps you get some sleep, you can always come to bed with me to begin with.”

“If we weren’t already living together, that would sound an awful like you asking me to move in.” You hunkered down next to him.

“Maybe you should…” You looked up to him cracking his eyes open, “move into my room…”

“You serious?” You stared at him amazed that you could be having such an easy ordinary conversation with him. With everything going on, it was almost surreal.

“Why not?” He smiled at you his eyes lighting up as he did, “We are technically married…”

You felt your face get red instantly. You’d just gotten to the boyfriend stage, but everyone kept saying wife. You had thought about it…you were okay with it…you thought.

“Hey…if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal.” He spoke softly when you fell silent on him.

“No…I mean…” You shut your eyes sighing, “I would not mind…in fact…I like the idea.”

“You do?” You nodded slowly before he went on, “But…”

“No but…” You shook your head as he stared at you, “What?”

“I’ve been around you long enough now to know that something is bothering you.” He propped himself up on his elbow letting his other hand caress your arm, “I also know you keep a lot to yourself because you don’t want to stress me out and I’ve told you numerous times that nothing you say will change anything.”

You pouted a little, “There isn’t anything and if there is I will let you know…but you need rest, especially with you having to go out and help search everyday…we should just go back to sleep.”

“Y/N…please talk to me.” God the look he was giving you would made you crazy. So much concern and love for you just oozing out of his eyes. It was wonderful.

“I promise I will if there is anything.” You smiled at him, “You know what I want right now though?”

“What?” He smiled as you inched closer to him.

“I think you already know the answer.” He chuckled as wrapped you up pulling you into a kiss.

Later you sat alone in the house absentmindedly throwing the ball for Cerberus out of the living room as you surfed the internet. Not going to school had left you free to figure out what to do…which meant nothing…

You surfed social networks, looked at videos, browsed stores…nothing really kept your interest long. You often found yourself looking out the large back window to the river. Hades had told you it was the Styx and what you were seeing was just an illusion.

“It’s important to see it. Any signs of trouble for the Underworld usually starts there.” He told you as he looked down at a book on his desk.

“Does trouble happen?” You looked back at him sitting at his desk. The window lined the entire back of the house so he could see it no matter what.

“Occasionally.” He wrote something down in the book before setting it aside and picking up a folder, “When a tragedy happens…the banks overflow and well its how shades are created. They need a new purpose, since their life ended before it was supposed to…so it’s a lot of work afterwards.”

“…has it happened recently?” He glanced up at you when you stepped up next to him.

“Um…yes.” He nodded glancing at the stack of folders on the corner of the desk, “Unfortunately.”

“Well, maybe I can help?” You tilted your head a little, “I could hand out assignments…”

He smiled at you turning his chair toward you, “I would like that, but it’s a little more complicated then just handing out details. You’d need to be able to traverse from realm to realm freely…”

“Ah…right…mortal means of travel only for this one…” You hung your head as he took your hands, “I just want to help. I hate that everyone is able to do something and I’m just…stuck here.”

“Hey, I will let you know as soon as you can do something.” He kissed your fingertips, “Until then, relax, you’ve been through a lot this last year. Maybe go visit your mom and your brother.”

Relax…sure thing. When people you cared about were out there looking for a psychotic goddess who was in league with your loved ones even more psychotic father…

You were brought back to what was in front of you when Cerberus dropped a slobbery ball on top of your hand. You made a face, “Cerby…really!”

He pawed at you giving you a goofy look making you laugh. You tossed the ball as your computer pinged letting you know that you had a new email. You watched Cerberus prance off after the ball before opening it up.

“Huh…” You read it over a few times. It was a letter from Professor Talbot reaching out about being a guest in class.

Hades looked at you over dinner when you told him about, “Do you think you’ll go?”

“I don’t know.” You held your wine glass in the air thinking, “Maybe…I did like his course, what little I went to. He seemed really open to talk about different perspectives and didn’t think I was off my rocker when I told him I believed in you all.”

“You should do it.” He told you after a while.

“I don’t know…I mean with everything going on…” You shook your head setting the glass down.

“Y/N, just because you’re part of my family now doesn’t mean you stop your life.” Hades reached over taking your hand, “I’m actually really worried that you’re shutting yourself off from the world because of us.”

“I’m not…I call my mom all the time.” You told him squeezing his hand, “And I text my brother…”

“You know what I mean.” He smirked at you a little, “You had friends and you liked riding your bike…go be a guest for the class…I’ll be here when you get home.”

You couldn’t imagine anyone being more supportive. That’s not true you could think of one, but he was likely in Elysium now with Papa. You really did need to go see your mom and Gigi more often.

A week later you were back in the classroom discussing your belief in Hellenism. The class asked a lot of question about rituals, sacrifices, and whether or not you danced around a fire naked. Of course, you answered them to the best of your ability, putting to rest a lot of the misconceptions. You told them that most of your family had converted to Christian Orthodox but retained a strong belief in the Hellenistic gods.

“How does that work? How can you believe in one thing and then something that completely opposes it?” A young freshman girl asked squinting at you.

“Uh…good question. I mean…my grandparents were very Hellenistic. They would pump it into every bedtime story and they were so superstitious. Since my father was raised that way it translated over, it was my mom who was more the Christian Orthodox.” You smiled at her, “We went to church, had communion…but uh…my parents never made me choose.”

“So…which is it?” Another student asked.

“Well, you know about a year ago I would have said Christian Orthodox, but I have had a bit of journey this year.” You told them leaning against the front desk, “At the end of the day I guess I believe in it all now, but I put my faith in only a certain few.”

“What ones?” You flushed a little as everyone stared at you expectantly.

“And that is all the time we have for today. Everyone join me in thanking Ms. Petrakis for being willing to share her beliefs.” Professor Talbot stepped next to you clapping his hands getting the rest of the class to join him. He assigned them all some work as they filed out.

You collected your jacket and helmet turning to him, “Professor Talbot, thank you for inviting me here today.”

“No, thank you for coming. I missed having you in class.” He smiled at you as he button up his suit coat, “I heard about what happened with your father…I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath in nodded as pain hit your heart, “Thank you…”

“You seem to be fairing well.” You looked at him as he started collecting papers off his desk.

“I have a good support system around me. Not sure I’d make it without them.” You told him setting your helmet on a desk and zipped up your coat.

“I bet, having the whole of Olympus does make one feel comfortable I imagine.” You froze momentarily as he continued to pack up.

He turned around big smirk planted on his face. You felt your mouth go dry as his eyes pierced yours making you shiver, “Well…Hellenism has it’s perks that way…”

“Hm…you’re very bright.” He stepped toward you as you picked up your helmet, “I can see the appeal I suppose.”

Your heart thumped against your chest wildly as a tingling sensation filled your nose, “E-excuse me?”

“You’re a very hard person to kill, Ms. Petrakis.” He ran a hand through his hair, his handsome features disappearing turning into a dangerous look as you began taking steps away from him, “Then again I was relying on an incompetent youngling…”

You swallowed down the knot in your throat, “What did you do with Media?”

“I put her away.” He shrugged a little as if it was an everyday occurrence, “Along with a few others, not to worry…”

“W-what do you want from me?” You felt a tear fall down your face as you bumped into a desk.

He stepped right up to you, taking your chin in between his finger and thumb gently with care, “Media, already told you what I wanted. I want you to break Hades’ heart. Shatter it…send him spiraling down the rabbit hole back where he belongs…”

“He’s your son…how can you-ah!” His grip tightened quickly silencing you.

“He…is a tool…one I intend to reforge to use for my purpose and believe me…” He leaned in right next to your face, “if you don’t do exactly as I say…you will watch him destroy everything you love and hold dear once I have ahold of him.”

He let go of you standing up straight giving you a smile, “Have a good day, Ms. Petrakis. Thank you again for your wonderful presentation.”

When he finally left, everything seemed to catch up with you. You grabbed your helmet running for the bathroom into a stall getting sick several times before collapsing into a sobbing mess. You could feel your arm burning and soon your phone was ringing.

You pulled it out seeing Hades’ number. You answered it letting out another sob, “Ha-hades…don’t come here…you can’t come here…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong.” Hades looked at Poseidon as his hand went to his chest feeling distress, “Calm down and tell me what’s happening.”

“Cronus…he’s here…I don’t know how but he’s here.” You shuddered pulling your knees closer to yourself as tears soaked into your jeans, “H-he did something to Media…and I think someone else…”

“I’m coming to get you.” He turned from Poseidon who had already summoned his trident. Your immediate protest made him pause, “Y/N, you’re not safe there…”

“I-I’ll go…I just…” You took in a deep breath, “I just need a minute. I’m okay.”

“You’re not…” You could hear his fear through the phone, “You’re not okay…let me come to you.”

“No…that’s what he wants…” You sniffed putting your hand to your chest, “He wants you.”

Hades felt his world drop from under him. After all this time locked away in the darkest depths of this world, his hatred for Hades still existed.

Hades cleared his throat, “Go straight home. I will meet you there.”

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brbaabs · 5 years ago

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The Dornish Bird - Chapter 6

Hey, guys! How have you been?

I’m soooo excited about this update, really. This is my favorite chapter so far, I had so much fun writing it for you guys. It is a happy chapter too, I hope you like it. We have some jealous boys in here...

Oh yeah, it’s time to say goodbye to our dear Lady Catelyn. I really love her character (and actress, she’s amazing), and our reader will miss her a lot. We have to say goodbye to Robb and Theon too, by the way. I’m the only one with teary eyes? Today’s song is nostalgic enough to get you in the vibe, I like it so much with Robb’s picture, It kinda matches the mood too. Here you go!

Word count: 2.507

(Y/n) watched as the people prepared for the royal’s departure. Everyone was busy with something, no one minded the silent girl sitting on a fence with her owl resting by her side. She let the bird out of his cage to hunt his last meal before their travel, but he did not seem to be hungry. In fact, the bird didn’t move away from her at all. Even with their little time together, the animal seemed to enjoy her company. She could see why Lady Catelyn gave him to her. That owl was a faithful companion, and the Gods knew she would need it.

"Are you looking forward to staying inside a carriage for a whole month, Orie?" The girl mumbled.

She named the owl over her favorite constellation, Orion’s Belt. However, Orion did not answer his owner's question. She sighed.

"I thought so." She said. "I wish I could fly like you, at least I would be free for a short time."

She wanted to pet the bird, but Orion wasn't very fond of touches. She tried to rub his head once, and the bird pecked her finger. (Y/n) kept her distance since then.

"I guess it could be worse, at least we don't have to walk all the way to King's Landing." The girl sighed.

The lack of response from her bird made her smile a little. She could get used to talking to herself like that. Orion could hear her, but he would never be able to say anything in return. He would be like a flying journal.

"Do all the madwomen talk to birds or it's just you?"

She trembled slightly with that sudden deep voice. Grinning at her reaction, Robb Stark made his way in her direction. Once he was close enough to smell the sweet scent of her hair, the Young Wolf felt his belly twisting. Since he found out that (Y/n) was his bride, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Orion opened his wings, annoyed by the male's presence. With a loud peep, the bird flew away. (Y/n) sighed, watching her not-so-faithful companion abandoning her so easily. She learned that Orion didn't like too many companies too.

"You scared my owl." She said.

Rob laughed. She smiled a little.

"I'm deeply sorry, my lady." He said sarcastically.

There was something in the way he spoke that made (Y/n)'s heart beat faster. She blushed discretely and swallowed her embarrassment. Chuckling, the girl got up from her improvised seat and approached the man slowly.

"Does my Lord need me for something?" She asked.

Robb smirked at her sarcasm. That's why he liked (Y/n) so much. No other girl in Winterfell dared to sass the eldest Stark child. She was sincere, he prized it about her.

"I do, actually." He said. "Care to walk with me?"

The girl bowed.

"And who am I to refuse my lord's company?" She said.

Robb laughed at her words. With shiny eyes and a large smile on his lips, he offered his arm. (Y/n) smiled, linking her arm to his.

The pair started their walk with calm steps. (Y/n) looked around slightly. Her presence was suddenly noticed by the people around them. They stared at her as she walked with Robb, her arm in his. She put her left hand in his elbow, biting her lower lip softly.

"I'll never get used to all this attention." She said.

Robb's smirk grew wider.

"They will look even more when you come back." He said. "They are contemplating their future Lady, doesn't it remind you of the day you arrived? You used to look at us like this too."

The girl blushed furiously at his statement.

"I wasn't like them." She muttered.

Robb laughed again, she pouted.

"Yes, you were." He said. "You still are. I see the way you look at my mother like she is a goddess."

"Oh, how I would love to hit you right now, my dear Lord."

Robb laughed wholeheartedly. She laughed with him this time, sighing quietly.

It felt good to be with him. She liked his company, and most importantly, she liked him. The girl was worried at the begging of their courtship since she never saw Robb as a potential husband. She acknowledged his handsomeness a long time ago, of course. Every single girl in Winterfell had their eyes on Ned's oldest boy, but (Y/n) got used to seeing him only as a friend. She suppressed any attraction she could ever feel for him, even when Theon said that Robb would "fuck" her if he had the chance. But she knew that he would never look at her with other eyes.

At least, that was what she thought.

Robb took her to the Godswood. He knew she loved that place, and he liked it himself too. They would have privacy there, and she would get the chance to say goodbye to her favorite place. That simple display of concern would make her happy, he thought. And he was right.

(Y/n) flashed a large smile once they arrived at her usual spot. Her bright grin illuminated the whole forest, making Robb's heart skip a beat. 'Gods, she is gorgeous.' He thought. In moments like those, he could only think about how lucky he was to have her as his bride.

"I love coming here." She said, her voice sweet as honey. "I'll miss this place so much, I wish I could take the lake to King's Landing, but I don't think it will fit in my luggage."

"I bet it would if you just got rid of all your books." Robb teased.

She glared at him, the man smirked at her grim expression.

"I'd rather get rid of you, dear fiancé." She said. “Even my oldest book has a better smell.”

Robb's shocked face made her laugh with all her might. He snorted, letting go of her arm. Once she was free, (Y/n) ran.

"Oh, you little..." He said.

She laughed freely as her legs worked to distance herself from him. Suddenly feeling like a beast, Robb's body responded automatically to her defiance. He chased after her as a wolf hunted its prey. His mind was filled with pure challenge and wanting. His hands craved for her skin. His mouth yearned for her taste. For the first time in his life, Robb felt like a true wolf.

And he wanted to devour her in every way possible.

Since his feelings were so intense and strong, her sprint didn't take long. The hunt ended as soon as it began. Robb captured the fair maiden in his awaiting hands and trapped her between a large tree and his own body. (Y/n)'s smile faded as her face grew warm, her cheeks went red as a beet. Her breath was taken away by Robb's sudden proximity, and her heart pounded like a drum in her chest.

"Why did you run away from me?" Robb asked hoarsely.

(Y/n) gulped hard, feeling her legs tremble. She felt desired under Robb’s gaze, his eyes burned her face with pure lust.

"I knew you'd catch me."

As soon as those words left her mouth, Robb's breath got stuck in his throat. His mind went black, his whole body blazed with a burning desire. He wanted her.

And he wanted her now.

Without a second thought, Robb lowered his head and touched her mouth with his yearning lips in a passionate kiss.

Their first, but not their last.

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The young couple paced in jumpy steps, grinning knowingly at each other. (Y/n) was still trying to fix her dress, but it was impossible to conceal the tear Robb left in the fabric. He smirked at her, making her blush.

"Oh, stop grinning like an idiot." She hissed at him, even though she was smiling too.

His smile only got bigger.

"You have to admit we had a lot of fun behind that tree." He said.

The girl blushed but ended up laughing at his statement. Yes, they had their fun among the sacred trees.

"The Gods will punish you for this, you dirty man." She said.

Robb rolled his eyes.

"We made love, what kind of God would punish us for this? I bet The Mother is pleased by our act of passion."

(Y/n) could almost see the face Lady Catelyn would make if she could listen to her son's words. Smirking, the girl blinked innocently to Robb.

"Would she? What about your mother? She would like it too?" She said.

(Y/n) laughed hard of Robb's startled face. It took a few seconds to Robb to realize she was teasing him. When he did though, he attacked the girl with tickles. (Y/n) squealed happily as his hands assaulted her soft waist, turning her dress into a wrinkled mess once again.

"Let go of me!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

"Never. You're the one who deserves to be punished." He answered.

She kicked and screamed, but Robb only released her from his tickle therapy when he felt like it. The girl panted heavily, with little tears of joy on the corners of her eyes. She stared at his bright blue eyes and sighed. How could a girl like her get so lucky? She just had her first time with a wonderful person, and it was the best thing she ever did. That handsome man was hers.

And she was his.

"Fucking finally!"

Robb was about to kiss (Y/n)'s reddish lips when they heard Theon's voice.

Annoyed, the Greyjoy approached the happy couple with a deep frown on his face.

"Where have you been? Everyone has been looking for you." He said.

(Y/n) glared at him with a discreet pout on her lips. Robb could see her uneasiness. She was enjoying their moment too much to allow an interruption. Even Theon could tell she would murder him if she had the chance.

Chuckling lightly, The Young Wolf enlaced his right arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body fitted in his almost perfectly, making (Y/n) whine softly. She smiled and bit her lower lip. Her body already craved for his over and over again. She wanted to spend the rest of her day with Robb, in a quiet place where no one could hear their moans.

"What is it, Theon?" Robb said.

(Y/n) placed her hand on his chest while he talked. She sighed in approval when her fingers found the spot right upon his heart. She could feel it pulsing against her palm, almost if she was holding it. Robb grinned, his hand made its way towards (Y/n)'s fingers. He held her hand in place, and she knew he was enjoying her touch. She sighed again. 'Oh Theon, leave us alone', she thought. Robb was thinking the same thing.

Theon stared at the pair. They were glowing, any person in that household could see that. Robb's hair was messier than normal, and (Y/n)'s dress was visibly ruined. As Theon studied the girl's face, his eyes grew wider in realization.

"You fucked!" He said.

(Y/n) jumped slightly with his sudden cry. Robb frowned, looking away from his bride to face his friend. He could tell that the Greyjoy was disgusted by the tone of his voice, but what Theon's face showed took the Stark boy by surprise.

He looked angry for some mysterious reason.

"What on earth are you saying?" Robb said. "Apologise to (Y/n)."

He wasn't denying it.

"You couldn't wait any longer, could you?" Theon said. This time, his words were directed to the girl in front of him. "You were eager to spread your legs to a wealthy man like a whore, weren't you? Was it good, Robb? Is her cunt tight enough for your liking?"

Without thinking, (Y/n) let go of Robb's embrace. Acting on impulse, the girl slapped Theon across his face. Disbelief painted the boy's face. He touched his cheek, feeling a painful sensation spreading like wildfire on his face.

"How dare you?!"

"How dare you!" Robb shouted.

The Young wolf shielded (Y/n) with his body as he moved towards Theon. He never felt so angry in his entire life, his mind almost failed to assimilate all that happened in the past seconds. As (Y/n) tried to conceal herself behind him, Robb glared at Theon with piercing eyes.

"How dare you speak to my bride like that?" He spoke angrily.

Before Theon could even think about what to answer, a new person stepped into their argument. Fuming, the Lady Stark herself separated the two enraged boys with her slender arms. At that moment, (Y/n) noticed something she should have detected earlier:

They were not alone.

And everyone in the scene was watching their fight like hawks.

"What is the meaning of this, Robb?" His mother asked, dead serious.

But her son couldn't answer. He absolutely couldn't reveal the truth behind that short-lived conflict between his most trusted friend and his future wife. If Catelyn found out about their dirty ploy in the sacred woods, she would murder both of the lovebirds and them feed the dogs with Theon's dead body. Besides that, if the people around them heard the truth, rumors would be spread and (Y/n) dishonored, and would not be worthy of the role of the next Lady of Winterfell.

And Robb wouldn't risk it.

The young man breathed deeply to keep his head in place. He looked Theon in the eye as his lips muttered a questionable explanation.

"It's nothing, mother." He said. "We will solve this later, don't worry about it."

Catelyn was far too clever to notice the lie behind Robb's words but decided to let the boys handle it as they pleased. In the meanwhile, she needed to scold her protegé for acting so unladylike in front of other people. If (Y/n) wasn't aware of her new position, then Catelyn would discipline her.

Taking that cue, the Lady grabbed the girl by the arm quietly enough to look gentle, but her hold was strong upon (Y/n)'s skin. The girl gasped, surprised by her Lady's actions. Fierce as ever, the woman gazed into her girl's eyes startlingly.

"Come with me." She said, running shivers down (Y/n)'s spine.

The girl gulped hard but found herself in no place to deny. With a last warning look directed to the two boys, Catelyn pulled the dornish girl towards the Stark home. Watching the two women distancing themselves from them, Theon and Robb faced each other again. Sparks flew from their intense gaze as both boys tensed their bodies.

They knew that their friendship would never be the same after that fight considering that Robb found out Theon's feelings in the worst way possible.

His best friend desired his bride.

And The Young Wolf did not like it one bit.

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PENTAGON: First Impressions VS Now!

since it's ptg's 3rd anniversary, and i've been an uni for over a year now, i thought it would be a fun idea to compare my first thoughts about all the members to how i think of them now! i got the idea from i got7 inspirits on youtube, so check them out if you're interested!

OT10

then:

I first heard "gorilla" back when it released, but since i avoided stanning rookies at the time- i decided to give it some time before stanning. flash foward to august 2018 where my interest is piqued again. at that time last year, i had thought that they were pretty cute but having literally only heard gorilla and then shine, i was caught off guard by their sound change. It wasn't bad per say- just different. overall, i knew pentagon would be a group that i'd like- but more along the lines of a casual thing.

now:

y'all already know how whipped i am for these idiots!!! their music and videos and even choreos are my style completely, especially their cute concepts!! we love dancing infants! and also, they're all such throughly good people which makes me so happy. this isn't a casual stan thing in the slightest, and it's funny to think I ever believed it would be.

Hui:

then:

when i saw him in shine, i thought he was a d o r k. i think it was the way they styled his hair, but i was just very convinced that he was pretty lame lmao. after that though, i saw how cute he was and he became my bias for a while. i remember thinking at one point that he seemed like an exasperated dad?? i didn't really have any basis for it but that observation was there nonetheless.

now:

exasperated dad? more like hyper 3 year old. hes literally one of the loudest and most energetic. what was i on. but i think hes the most precious and clingiest little toddler now!! i was right about the dork thing though, but its super cute how goofy and lame he is. also!! talent for days!! his dancing, singing (his falsetto is !!), composing is all incredible. the most important thing though? a godly leader. he's so caring and kind and full of love for his members it hurts me. we don't really see a serious leader hui, but thats okay because i think it means he tries to keep uni and ptg in good spirits by showing them cheerfulness. and that's amazing to me.

Jinho:

then:

my most notable thought about jinho in shine was "how is he that small". i remember thinking it was cute how he pushed the giant one too, lmao. i didn't think much else of him beyond that, other than noticing how adorable he can be.

now:

ok yeah, jinho is cute and tiny and whatever- but now i Understand the power that he holds. how he looks with his hair pushed back for example. or how about that bruno mars cover he did with hui. (hhhhnngg). also?? he's not even That small. the ones that make him look itty bitty are Literally just giants. but aside from his appearance, jinho is probably my favorite vocalist like!! i appreciate him s o much. (listen to his cover of gethsemane and last night of october for clear skin) of course jinho is also very cute though!! so i was right about that at least! he just also has many other great sides to him that i worry are overlooked!

Hongseok:

then:

i didn't,,,notice him. at ALL. like i just glossed over his existence completely when i first saw shine. and even after that- it took me a minute to pay him any mind. when i did finally notice him though, i noticed his smile. i remember i was watching videos with my girlfriend and i pointed him out to her! that was mostly because i felt bad for not really having any strong opinion on him though oops. anyways i ended up just thinking he was a mom. and i was really impressed by his english and strength.

now:

real talk, it pained me to write all of that out!! bc now?? omg hong is my everything- but thats kind of obvious. anyways!! hes so f u nn y !!! its absolutely a stupid kind of funny and hes definitely annoying but i adore it. also the mom thing is only kind of true. he has the capacity to be maternal and take care of them, but he's way more likely to make fun of literally every single member. he's more like an older brother that never leaves his siblings alone and thinks he's funnier than he is. and we hate him for it. anyways, his voice is So underrated im. angery. he has such a beautiful voice, just in general, and on top of that- his singing is lovely. like yes, more hong solo please.

Hyojong:

then:

i definitely took note of him immediately! his voice is very distinctive, and he stands out a lot in shine. which is really saying something. i thought he was really talented for sure! and i almost felt he was too cool for me to be looking at. i kind of got the vibe he'd be pretty icy i guess?

now:

he's not intimidating at all. like not even a little bit. bc he's not taking himself as seriously as i thought he was lmao. also hes so l o u d . and a plant man. but i think the best thing about edawn is his unpredictability! i never really know what to expect from him and i like that.

Shinwon:

then:

i thought he was HOT. i already thought he was handsome in the 0.3 seconds of screentime he got in shine. but a friend of mine showed me clips of him from that couples game video and. o o f. i really couldn't get over how pretty he was. it didn't help that this was the same video where him and kino were doing that dance. personality wise, i don't remember much standing out to me. other than how easily scared he is.

now:

shinwon is soooo embarrassing. i wouldn't say hes completely shameless about it though, but he's shameless to the point of actually doing the stupid shit so im. still enraged about it. he legitimately makes me physically look away sometimes when im watching a video and he's being weird. theyre all my kids, and i love them. but he's the child im ashamed of lmao. moving on, hes a real cutie pie. that fact that he gets so scared so easily is both really funny and super endearing. but he's just a playful baby and im honestly glad that hes has so much fun.

Changgu:

then:

i noticed him less than hongseok. like i dont think i had a single notable first impression of him.

now:

past dess was one entire Doofus huh. like changgu is a whole ass blessing to this planet and you mean to tell me that she overlooked him??!! anyways, though, he has an elephant heart for sure. such a genuinely empathetic and truly kind person!! he never fails to warm my heart with his sincerity and i love that about him. he's also part of the idiot squad though, with how he goes along with hong's antics. we hate that. and all his impressions + dumb faces. speaking of faces though,,, his acting?? i love it!! he's really talented, like when i watch pretty pretty i kind of forget that changgu is even playing a role. and his d a n c i n g!! underrated dance king! underrated king in general, how about that.

Yanan:

then:

my first bias in ptg!!! i fell in love with him instantly! i loved how tall he is, and the white hair and his i c o n i c "my baby"!! like i was whipped from the gate. i remember liking his duality back then too!!

now:

ok so, since he was bias immediately, i noticed more about him than anyone else. which means i have less to write oops. but thats okay because at least i had a bit of taste back then. but, yanan is hilarious. he's so clever and funny and you can tell how effortless it is. most iconic ptg sayings are something from yanan and thats just amazing. the big thing i notice now that i didn't really before, though, is that fact that his duality is so shocking because he's literally just as unpredictable as hyojong. its impossible to really tell what hes going to do next, and i think it catches people off guard more with yanan because even that aspect of him is unexpected.

Yuto:

then:

i thought he was kinda scary!! idk he seemed so cold and i couldn't really relate to that so i didn't grow very attached to him.

now:

he's so pure!!! hes said that he has a hard time expressing his feelings but i don't really see it? because he always seems so happy to be around ptg and having fun with them even if he isn't usually the one playing around!! he loves them so much tbh and its the sweetest thing :( everything about yuto is so sweet, because he cares a lot about the people around him and doesn't want anyone to get hurt- even if its fake or a joke. and like, he's really hardworking too!! ptg have said multiple times that he works the hardest, and that really is saying something imo! and like, you can just see it even without being told that. whether its his workout journey pentory or the fact that he's literally been learning guitar. also!! omg the lyrics he writes?? heartwarming, romantic and life changing!! seasons and cosmo made me a different person. but yeah, he's such an amazing, warm person and i cant believe i found him scary.

Kino:

then:

i thought he was the main vocal. like no joke, he was so charismatic and flaunting so much in shine that i was like "ah yes. the main vocalist" hhhggg. i remember thinking he was pretty though, and that his stage name was super cute. but i wasn't very interested in learning about him, despite how he really caught my eye. for some reason, though, i eventually got the thought that he was really pure.

now:

main vocal hdzfhh kino relax you're confusing ppl. of course he has an amazing voice and it always sounds incredible but!! what amuses me is the way he sings always sounds kinda like he's trying to be sexy and?? its so funny in ballads and stuff imo. but yeah, that "sensual"?? singing is what threw me off back then. buf more importantly, i just wanna mention the pure thing- because its a confusing situation. on one hand, kino has a heart of gold that not only adores uni but is also accepting. as well as how he's constantly bringing light into the world with his words and truly bright outlook. but on the other hand he's a demon that dances like That and is so dangerous when he wants to be!! so!! what's it gonna be kino, make up your mind :( anyways, listen to knnovations. esp bad timing and 224.12!!

Wooseok:

then:

i loved him instantly. he looked like an overgrown 10 year old in my eyes and that's just. precious. i thought he was pretty funny too!!

now:

if i took off my hong glasses for long enough, id be able to say that i think he's the funniest in ptg. because he's so hilarious in my eyes like? he makes me do an ugly wheeze laugh, and a lot of my favorite ptg moments involve him in some way lmao. but he is actually a baby, so i was onto something there with the overgrown 10 y/o thing. despite being really funny though, i do think he tends to be quiet more often than like hui or shinwon and he hardly ever smiles, unless he's like laughing and thats makes me think that he's kind of awkward?? not in like a bad way, but i just kind of see that i guess. but!! something that i think is passed over a lot with woo is the fact that he usually has a hand in composing, and also that he writes his raps?? like that's so cool, we love that!!

ok! so that was my lame little essay lmao. i hoped you liked if you read it all! im just glad to say that i really appreciate pentagon as a whole, and how much joy they bring into my life nowadays!! i feel like ive found a place to call my own with uni and with pentagon :)

#text: bouquet #universechallenge #wow this took forever and its kinda dumb but it was fun #i wouldnt be satisfied if i drew anything tbh

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jovialyouthmusic · 6 years ago

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

A Royal Romance fanfic

1 Who’s There?

In which I, a writer of Royal Romance fanfics discover someone waiting behind my laptop screen...

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If you would like me to write a short piece about Drake in some context, please ask

1 Who’s There?

I sat typing at my laptop one idle evening, working on my guilty pleasure – I had recently discovered an interactive game on my mobile phone. I played it with cynicism – for goodness sake, who would want to be Queen of a fictional European country, leaving home to compete for the affections of a foreign prince, destined to be King? But there were other love interests, and I got intrigued. One in particular stood out for me – the grumpy commoner, close friend to the Crown Prince, handsome and reticent but with a soft heart for those who won his affections – and it was hard to get to that soft centre, but before I knew it, I was head over heels – with a fictional character?

I fantasised about him, wondered what it might feel like to know him for real, found myself wishing he was by my side - even though I was in a stable long term relationship. The romance just won me over, one hundred percent. I felt a genuine ‘tingle’ when I thought about him or played the game. I resolved to turn down the Prince when he proposed to me, and pursued my virtual soul mate. I felt bad for the Prince, but my love interest was worth it. It was all quite ridiculous - but fun.

So I finished the game, but wondered if I could make up my own version, have a little fantasy for myself where I had both men. So I wrote, and hey presto, I discovered I wasn’t the only one! I discovered the amazing world of fanfiction, and read the stories of other women who felt – maybe not exactly the same, some preferred the Prince, and others, like me, pursued the commoner. So I wrote more, and read all sorts of alternative stories with fascinating, exciting, heart wrenching plots.

So, there I was, typing feverishly as the plot developed, when I heard something – a tapping sound. I looked around – my partner was fast asleep in bed, I was alone in the house, and there was no-one outside – but the tapping noise came again, and this time I jumped violently, as I heard a voice.

‘Hey – hey you! What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ As I jumped, I accidentally hit the mousepad on my laptop and minimised the document I was working on. I almost screamed as I saw a face on the screen, close and looking directly at me. Not only that – it was my fictional lover, appearing as if he was on a webcam.…

‘What – what the hell? I stuttered.

‘Don’t play dumb, you know who I am’

‘Errm – but you’re not real – I must be dreaming’ He shook his head sadly, his dark hair flopping over his forehead. He sat away from the screen, which behind him was blank.

‘Dreaming? Hell I don’t know, this is all beyond me. All I know is – I’m here, and I’d like to ask what the hell you think you’re doing?’

‘I – I’m writing – about you’ He rolled his eyes

‘Well duh, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. What I mean is, why are you playing with me, putting me through all this’ he gestured around him ‘THIS’ He looked directly at me, his brown eyes sad ‘I clearly love this woman you’ve – well who you’ve written for me, but why are you making it so hard for us to get together?’

‘Ermm well – it’s – that is, I – you – you’re not real.’ He put his hand on his cheek

‘I dunno, I feel real to me. What do you class as ‘real’?’

‘Okay – well – flesh and blood I guess’ He shrugged

‘Again, It sure feels like it to me. Anyway, what are you gonna do next? You obviously have some control over me, soooo – can you make up your mind please? Do I get the girl or not?

‘Oh Drake, you always get the girl’ I sighed, and he grinned.

‘So you remember my name. What’s yours?’

‘Uhh, Lesley – Les to my friends’ His smile was seductive, melting my heart, making me forget – almost – that I was talking to – what? A figment of my imagination…

‘Nice to meet you, Les. Not everyone gets to meet their creator. Though you are only one among many’

‘One among – ooh, you mean – you know about the other writers?’

‘Well yeah, there’s a lot of them, so – well I guess that’s how I got to be – whatever I am. All that love, all that angst – it’s a lot of emotional energy. So I’m sort of REAL’

‘Oooh’ I breathed ‘That is – mindboggling. I’m not even going to try to work that out logically’ He grinned again, a boyish, charming grin that lit up his face, made little crinkles in the corners of his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.

‘Try being me. It’s very confusing - but kinda normal too.’ The screen behind him was blank.

‘But - there must be more than one of you with all these stories’ He shrugged.

‘Well yes – and no. What do you know about Quantum mechanics and alternate universes?’

‘Errm – well not a lot, not in detail – but I get the concept.’

‘Ha, well that’s more than me, but it’s supposed to be – a thing…’ he looked thoughtful but slightly confused. ‘All I know is I get pulled about from place to place, and sometimes I get stuck’

‘Stuck?’

‘Yeah. Like when someone stops writing – runs out of steam or loses interest, or life takes a turn and they can’t get back to it, that sort of thing’

‘How do you get out?’

‘I generally get pulled to another story, I don’t get stuck for long, there’s so many out there’

‘That must be uncomfortable’

‘Yeah, but luckily I usually get a happy ending’ He shifted slightly ‘Les, can I ask you a question?’ I nodded

‘Of course, go ahead’

‘This love interest, this woman you have me in love with – who is she exactly?’

‘I – well that’s a difficult question. She’s – well I made her up and…’ He narrowed his eyes and fixed me with his gaze.

‘Do you wish it was you?’ I blushed furiously and he smiled ruefully ‘They all do, you know, they make me into what they want and put themselves into the story and make themselves perfect.’

‘Well I do try to be realistic, Charlotte isn’t perfect – she gets scared, she’s vulnerable – but you – that is, Drake makes it alright, he – you – support her’

‘That’s nice, and I like it. She’s an intriguing person – and so you must be, too. You write yourself into her, you know?’

‘I – suppose so’

‘Are you trying to escape something? Is there something in your life that you’re missing?’

‘Well no, I’m… just bored I guess, making up something more exciting, more perfect than real life.’

‘Why don’t you come and join me? We could take a look at the other stories together. When I have a writer with me it’s easier, I don’t get pulled about, we can go where we want’

‘I thought you didn’t understand it all? How – how could I join you?’

‘I don’t understand it, I just move through it, I know what happens, but not how. It’s all quite safe, it will be like dreaming for you, and hardly any time will have gone by where you are now’

‘You – you’ve done it before? Who with?’ He smiled fondly

‘You won’t know her. We had some fun, but she had to go back to her real life. We still talk, but she’s happier in her real life now.’

‘I have to think about it’

‘Really? I’m not exactly sure I can get back to you at the right time.’

‘That doesn’t sound very safe. Besides, I’m not dressed for it’

‘I promise it’s safe. If you come with me now, you’ll be able to find your way back, and I’ll be able to find you more easily. You’ll be my anchor, my compass. And don’t worry about what you wear – that’s all taken care of, just like the original story’

‘What about budget? Don’t I need diamonds for outfits or something like that?’

‘Nah, quantum physics, remember? You can have whatever you like, no limit’ I wavered

‘I can come back whenever I want?’

‘Almost, sometimes you have to wait until the end of the story, but my previous companion didn’t have any problems. If there’s an emergency at your side of the monitor you get sent back straight away.’

‘How do I do it?’ He smiled again, that melting boyish smile with the soft glint in his chocolate brown eyes.

‘You just take my hand’ I screwed up my face in confusion.

‘But’ I started, and he put his hand on the other side of the screen, so I could see his palm.

‘Touch the screen’ I reached out, holding my breath, lining my palm up with his. ‘You might want to close your eyes, my other friend said it made her feel sick otherwise’ I closed my eyes, and my palm touched the screen. For a moment it felt cold, then – then I felt the warmth of his hand, and there was a sucking sensation that pulled me forward and for a sickening moment seemed to pull me inside out. Then I was standing, palm against his, his arm around my waist, steadying me as I felt the dizziness slowly decrease. I opened my eyes to see my fictional lover, Drake Walker in the flesh, smiling to welcome me.

‘Hey you’ he said ‘Welcome to my many lives’

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aggressivetapdancing · 7 years ago

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Is this what love feels like? - Race x Reader

Race X Queen of Brooklyn Badass! Reader

Requested by: Anon

“Race x Queen of Brooklyn Badass!Reader? I would love you forever if you wrote this for me! (Not that I don’t already love you)”

A/N: Thank you anon!! Here’s what you asked for :)) It’s my first time writing an imagine so here we gooo + Sorry if she’s not as badass as you imagined!

Also: I didn’t really edit this thoroughly so if there’s mistakes and such, ignore them haha

___

Brooklyn. Friendliest place on earth, with the most friendly people. – Well, at least that’s what they say.

But to the Newsies of New York? They’d disagree.

Why? Because of the notorious Y/N L/N. That was why.

Secretive. Mysterious. Tough. And never spotted. She was known for being the most roughest and toughest newsie of New York. Only a few had seen her face and that made her sound even more intriguing that she was before. Always on the run from the fuzz, like a modern day Robin Hood. She only did what she had to do, and took what she had to take. The stealing and law-breaking was never for herself. It was for the children back at the refuge.

As a young girl, Y/N had spent most of her childhood at that crummy prison, struggling to feed herself everyday even until now. When she finally reached 15, she broke out of the miserable place to finally be free; visiting every so often to find food for the rest of the helpless children. Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn at the time, had found her stealing food from a cafe, and he took her under his wing. They were inseparable since. He taught he everything she needed to know about New York: Street Smarts, how to soak someone, how to sell papes, and just regular everyday tips that would help her in life.

And how did you know all this?

Because you are her.

Y/N L/N, Queen of Brooklyn, was you.

And here you were, two years later. The supposed Queen of Brooklyn herself, running away from nothing. You had gotten sick of the same old city and wanted to see something new. Maybe a different city? Maybe a small town. All you knew is that you wanted to get out of Brooklyn for one damn day. And that’s what you decided to do. So tonight you were set. Tonight you were going to explore the unexplored. It sounded stupid, but hey. A girl’s gotta dream right?

___

It was dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that you could see the shadows lurking behind you. Dark enough to get soaked without even knowing what hit you. The only light in sight was the multiple street lamps that produced the littlest amount of brightness, meaning you couldn’t see a thing. It was cold, and windy and you just wanted to rest.

“Stupid plan. I should’ve stayed in Brooklyn. There’s nothing here anyway.” You muttered to yourself, hugging the small vest you wore closer to your chest. No inn, or anywhere to sleep was in sight and you could swear no one would be out in the streets at this hour. Little did you know, there were two men creeping up behind you. Once you did notice though, you were pushed into an alley.

“Look at what we have here.” A voice sneered. “It’s one of them newsies. And it’s a goirl!”

You were on the ground and all you could see were two stocky, well built, men looking over you.

The Delancey brothers. You’ve heard a lot about them.

“Leave me alone.” You ordered, getting up to your feet. The men just grimaced and sent each other a look. One of them grabbed ahold of your hand and pulled it so that it would behind you head and out of reach. Wincing, you tried to punch him with your free hand, but the man had pinned that down too.

“I usually don’t beat up pretty women like you, but you look like street scum. And- you’re one of them filthy newsies.” The other man taunted.

“You’re going to regret this boys.” You warned them, giving each of them a glare as they laughed at you.

“Ohohoh- I’m soooo scared.” They laughed. “Are you gonna hurt me? Hm? You’re gonna hurt me?”

You brought up your head to look them straight in the eyes. “Why, Yes! However did you know?” You spat, sarcasm and false enthusiasm lacing in your tone. As the two men looked at each other puzzled, you brought up your leg and kicked one in the crotch. He winced in pain and immediately let go of your hands. The other one was about to bring his fist to your eye, and for a second you thought he would too, but as his arm flew towards you, you quickly ducked and dodged his punch. The man you had kicked earlier was beginning to stand up but you swiftly kicked him back to the ground.

You thought you had won, when suddenly, a punch was thrown towards your face. Grimacing in pain, you brought a hand to your eye. That was definitely gonna leave a mark in the morning. As you lay on the ground, shaking and awaiting a hard kick from one of the two, you suddenly hear a pounding of footsteps, some shouting and next thing you knew, you were sitting up, facing an incredibly worried blonde haired boy. He had a cigar between his teeth, and his eyes danced with worry.

“Hey Miss, You alright?” The boy asked, timidly taking his hand and brushing some hair out of your eyes. As you looked up at him, you gave him a small frown.

“I could’ve taken them. I didn’t need your help.” You state, picking yourself off the ground. “I would’ve soaked ‘em by now.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow and gave you a knowing look. “Sure you would.” He smirked, as he proceeded to sit on a nearby bench. “You have a black eye and a busted lip. If I hadn’t come along, you’d be a goner.”

He patted the seat next to him and you sluggishly walked over. As you sat down next to this hero of some sort, you began to notice some more of his features. Under this dim light, his eyes appeared to be a navy blue. His tousled locks appeared golden under the street lamp, and his newsboy cap was tilted at the slightest. At least, you believed he was a Newsie. He practically had all the qualities to be one.

“Hey-uh Miss?” He said, breaking the silence. Bringing your head to look up at him, he gave you a small smile. “You sure youse alright?”

Your head was spinning, and you honestly felt like shit, but this boy somehow was making you feel better.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, sending him another smile.

“Could I get ‘ya name then?”

“Could I get your’s first?” You asked, giving him a teasing smirk.

“Fine, I’m Racetrack- Just call me Race. Ise one of them Manhattan Newsies nearby.” Race answered, taking off his cap to run his hand through his hair.

That was hot do that again.

You only smiled and nodded. “Racetrack hm? Nice name.”

“Could I get yours now?” He asked, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t just give away your name now. You were the Queen of Brooklyn. Once you told him your name, he wouldn’t treat you normally anymore. At least that’s what happened when you told some newsies at the Bronx before. And besides, the lesser people that knew about you and your appearance, the lesser descriptions the cops would have.

“How about you find me a place to stay and I’ll think about it.” You offered, being amused at his impatient reaction.

“Fine. We’ll go to the Lodging house. Come on, this way.”

___

As the two of you neared the Lodging house, he stopped in his tracks.

“Alright- before ‘ya go in, you have to be real quiet. The guys in here are already sleeping and they ‘aint like being woken up.” He informed you, keeping his voice at a hush.

You just nodded in understanding, following Race.

“Here, you can sleep on my bed, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

Widening your eyes you shook your head. “No, I couldn’t. Here, I’ll just move over. You can sleep on that side of the bed.” You declined, scooting over to the side you’d be sleeping on.

As you waited for his response, all you got was a cocky smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Wanting to share beds with me already? My my, someone’s taking it too fast.”

Your face got red and you lightly slapped his arm. “Shuddup. Can we just sleep?” You whined, not wanting to suffer from more embarrassment. Race nodded his head in amusement and scooted in beside you. Your gaze was directed towards the ceiling, not wanting to make any eye contact with him. While you played with your fingers, which was a nervous habit, Race cleared his throat.

“Are you alright?” He asked nonchalantly, placing both of his hands behind his head.

You nodded silently, before turning to face him. “And what about you?” you questioned. “You doing okay?”

He only sighed and smiled to himself. “The prettiest girl in New York is right next me, of course I’m alright.” He muttered quietly so you couldn’t hear.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. A million things were running through your mind. Quite a handsome boy was laying next to you at the moment. Too bad you had to leave early the next morning. You didn’t need to run far away. Right here was good enough. And you could sense that back in Brooklyn, Spot was worried sick. You couldn’t leave him there without telling him. Not after all he’d done for you.

Opening your eyes, you took a look at Race beside you. He had significantly moved in closer, for his nose was inches away from yours. His eyelids were fluttered shut and the corner of his mouth were tugged into a shy smile. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Turning again so you’d face him, he mumbled something then placed his arm around your waist. You held your breath, squirming out of this awkward situation, but once you were out of his grasp, he stirred. His arm reached for you again, and this time you moved in. He hugged you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

Woah, He’s really warm.

You took a look at him if he was fully asleep, and once you could confirm he was, you slowly let your head rest in the crook of his neck. You felt peaceful here. Safer than you’ve ever felt.

You felt like home.

Fluttering your eyelids closed, you smiled, not wanting for tomorrow to come.

___

Morning had dawned, and you still had a few hours before the rest of the Newsies woke up. You had gotten up an hour ago, and you were prepared to leave. As you quietly crept towards the exit, you suddenly heard an audible groan.

Turning your head quietly to the sound of the noise, you were met with a sleepy Racetrack. His usually untamed hair had gone even more crazy, as it was curled up in different directions. You stifled a laugh to see him like this. This wasn’t the same boy you met last night.

And that was also a good thing. Race looked so good in the morning. His face glowed, even though he looked deadpanned and tired. Why was he so- so -

“Where are you goin?” Race interrupted your thoughts. “Wait- don’t tell me you’re leavin already!” He exclaimed, getting a few whines from the boys.

“I hafta go, Race.” You shushed him, then explained that you had to leave now or you’d waste time. He only nodded his head and frowned as you sent him a small wave “goodbye”.

“Wait!”

You stopped in your tracks, and faced the sleepy boy once again.

“I never got your name.”

You looked at the boy, and how fond you thought of him even though you’d only met him last night. No one was awake, and if you told him your name, none of his friends would believe him since you would’ve left.

You’ve got nothing to lose.

As Race awaited your answer, you walked back over to him and whispered your name in his ear. His eyes widened as he looked you up and down again. He had just met the Queen of Brooklyn herself.

More importantly, he had met her with all her borders down. Her soft side. The side she’d never admit she had.

As Race stood there, awestruck, you gave him a peck on the cheek and proceeded back to the exit to start your trip back to Brooklyn.

“Visit me in Brooklyn sometime alright?” You said as you gave him a wide grin.

“I sure will.”

As he watched you run out the exit, he sighed and smiled to himself. His chest felt all fuzzy and warm, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

Is this was love felt like?

‘Cause I could get fucking used to this.

___

So this was my first imagine/actual writing thing!! Hope you enjoyed :)) - 🐸

#race x reader #racetrack x reader #racetrack higgens x reader #race #racetrack #racetrack higgens #newsies x reader #newsies imagine #newsies #newsies fanfiction #aggressivewritingyeet

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tyurshoe · 7 years ago

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Bim The Traitor Part II

This is part two of the collab fic that I’ve been working on with @markiplitessepticeyes! if you want to read part I first, here is the link! https://markiplitessepticeyes.tumblr.com/post/165593902654/bim-the-traitor-part-1

Warning: violence, fluff

Part II:

Google Oliver is sitting alone underneath a big tree on the estate where all the Egos live. He is using a stick to carve his name into the dirt. “ O L I V E R.” He carved it deep. Like he was trying to convince himself that that was truly his name. He wasn’t Googleplier, he was Oliver. He stared at his name for awhile before adding “+ BIM” he smiled to himself as he wrote this.

Suddenly Oliver heard footsteps approaching, he looked up and saw… Mark? His eyes grew wide, and he was confused. Mark couldn’t be here, as far as he knew Mark didn’t even know this place existed! As the figure who could possibly be Markiplier drew closer to him, Oliver finally recognized who it was. “ Bim?” He questioned. He quickly covered the dirt where he had been scratching their names, suddenly embarrassed.

Bim walked over to Oliver and sat down next to him. “Hey Oliver, what do you think of my outfit? How do I look?” Bim posed, flexing his muscles, being silly; he was obviously very excited to tell someone about his conversation with Dark. He waited patiently for their response, before noticing what looked like letters scratched in the sand, “Hey, what’s this?” he was genuinely curious.

Oliver quickly covered the letters some more. “Nothing! Just my name. I was feeling a little down. Google refuses to acknowledge I am my own entity. He expects me to obey every command he makes, but…” He trails off. “Anyway! Your outfit looks great Bim! What made you decide to change up your look?” He paused before adding, “I always thought you looked handsome in a suit and tie!” He smiled at Bim briefly before quickly dropping his eyes to his feet. “I mean, you still look handsome… I just, nevermind.” He picked up the stick he had been using

to carve their names and began breaking it into multiple pieces to avoid making eye contact.

Bim blushed slightly, “Thank you, Oliver.” He smiled. Realizing that Oliver was embarrassed he decided to drop it for now not wanting to make him even more uncomfortable. “You're never going to guess why I’m dressed like this.” He leaned closer to Oliver, “Can I tell you a secret?” Oliver nodded quietly. Bim moved even closer to Oliver and whispered, “I’ve been talking to DARK, and he said I could play a very important role in taking over Mark’s channel! He said I could pretend to be Mark!!!” Bim knew of course that this wasn’t exactly what Dark had said, but it was close enough, he was so happy that he was being included in this plan, he wanted someone to be proud of him. He looked at Oliver expectantly, hoping he would respond the way he wanted.

“Wow! Bim! That’s incredible! Dark doesn’t usually include anyone, except maybe Googleplier, in on his plans. I catch some of what he tells Google, being that he’s a part of me. But Google works hard to keep those files in his mind encrypted so I can’t access them. Nobody wants to feel the wrath of Darkiplier if his secrets get leaked!” Oliver paused when Bim started to look afraid. “ I won’t tell anyone Bim! I promise!” He made a ‘cross my heart’ motion over his chest. “Why did Dark choose you though? I mean, any of us could pretend to be Mark! We all, besides Silver and Peevils, look like him. He could have chosen any of us, including himself.”

Bim looked down at his hands in his lap, hearing Oliver talking about this, started making him nervous. “Well…..I kinda, maybe just walked into his office and suggested the idea.” Bim laughed quietly. “And don’t worry Oliver, I’m not worried about you telling anyone…..” There was a crack of a tree branch from the tree above them.

The two looked up and saw a man clad in a cape and a crown. He was lying on a branch letting a squirrel lick peanut butter off of his face. Oliver looked at King disgusted. “Ew, I didn’t think he actually did that!”

“Oliver…” Bim grabbed Oliver’s arm and shook him. Oliver looked over at Bim questioningly.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think he heard us?” Bim squeezed Oliver’s arm tighter. Oliver suddenly understood how much shit they could possibly be in. He opened his mouth to answer but before he could, a voice from above responded for him.

“Oh yeah, I can definitely hear you. And I could hear you before. And I also could see Oliver scratching your names in the dirt. Oliver plus Bim.” King started giggling and making kissy noises. “Bim and Oliver sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” King laughed so hard he scared the squirrels around him away. He had tears in his eyes and he threw his head back, he had to grab ahold of the tree branch so he wouldn’t come tumbling down on top of Oliver and Bim.

Oliver blushed scarlet red, but Bim was too preoccupied with his own emotions of terror to notice.

Wide-eyed and shaking, this was one of the few times that Bim had no idea what to think as he was overloaded with mixed feelings. “ King can we talk about this?” he asked nervously. He didn’t want King to run off, he was desperate to explain himself before something terrible happened. “Please King Please! Wilford’s gonna be so mad! And who knows what Dark will do to me! Please!” Bim’s lip quivered slightly. He looked at King then looking down he made eye-contact with Oliver. “Oliver, do…. do you have any ideas?”

King looked down at them smirking. He already had his mind made up. He was going to tell Wilford all about this little pow-wow, Wilford was going to praise him, and it was going to be amazing. Bim was a traitor. “I’m listening.” He lied, smirking even more.

Oliver bit his lip. He was still working over his own emotions, but he decided he needed to stop being selfish. If he actually did like Bim, he needed to help him. Bim’s problem was more important than his stupid little crush.

“What if we fed your squirrels for you King?” Oliver suggested. Bim nodded along. He could feed squirrels.

“They don’t like you!” King bellowed, honestly slightly offended. HE was king of the squirrels, not these two schmucks! Nobody touched his children! “They only like me!”

Bim and Oliver looked lost again, both because they were unsure of what to do, and they were more than a little weirded out by King’s relationship with the tiny woodland creatures.

“What if we got you….A YEAR'S SUPPLY OF PEANUT BUTTER” Oliver shouted, Bim started to get a little excited; this had to work.

“You love peanut butter don’t ya King?” Oliver questioned.

King stopped. Damn. They knew his one weakness. But he refused to give in to temptation.

“ I only like a specific, very rare, peanut butter, you two would never find it!!” He smirked.

“Is it JIF?” Oliver asked.

‘Damn. They’re onto me!’ King thought. “NO!”

“You’re literally holding a jar of Jif Peanut Butter, King.” Oliver giggled.

“Shut up! You’re stupid!” King threw the empty jar and glared at Oliver.

“Oliver please, you’re making him angrier.” Bim whispered.

King had enough of this conversation. He was mad at Bim before, but now he was pissed at both of them. “That does it! BIM you're going to be in SOOOO much trouble.” Laughing KIng swung from his branch, stuck the landing and sprinted off towards the mansion shouting, “Ohhhhh Wilford!!! Guess what I just found out!!! Wilford!”

Eventually the sound of his voice couldn’t be heard anymore, and Bim was so shocked he didn’t know what to do, so he sat there unmoving. With King now gone he suddenly felt a wave of sadness and anxiety. What was going to happen? What was going to happen to HIM??? He couldn’t help it, he messed up. He started crying.

Oliver put a comforting arm around Bim’s shoulder. Bim leaned against Oliver and held on to him. He began to sag as he cried into the androids chest. Oliver sat them both down and patted the man’s back. They fucked up. HE fucked up, he was absolutely no help. All he could do now was hold Bim as he cried. They both sat under the tree for awhile. Bim crying and Oliver holding him.

End Part II

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isitkpop · 7 years ago

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Seriously?!

Disney Film: Frozen

Member: B1A4 Baro

Genre: Fluff/Angst??? (It’s questionable)

Okay soooo....maybe falling in love with someone who has been trying to kill you for awhile now may have been a bad idea. Especially...when the bad guy....doesn’t even love you at all....

You knew how to take care of yourself. With your ice powers and strong mind and persistent sister Anna by your side makes it pretty easy.

“My Queen...Prince Baro has come to...visit.”

“You mean Prince Sunwoo? Why does he insist on being called Baro?” You sighed and gave a look to Anna. “Send him in.”

The guards opened the double doors to the throne room and you watched as Sunwoo’s dark silhouette walked in with much confidence written all over his face, decorated with a smirk on his face and hands in his white dress slacks.

He bowed and straightened back up. “Hello, my Queen.”

You sighed but secretly marveled at his fresh look. His hair slicked back and a white suite with his medals pinned to the right side of the jacket. “What is it today, Prince Sunwoo.”

You watched as his eyebrow twitched. “It’s Baro. How can you forget me already?” He whined in sarcasm. He smiled but turned his expression into a bored look. Actually, my father sent me this time.”

“Oh? The King? What for?” Anna asked the question as she sat beside you in her own throne.

“My Father...ordered...me to stay here for a couple of weeks as they renovate the castle. I don’t know why he sent me to this winter storm.”

“I wouldn’t be calling my sister’s kingdom that if you’re going to be staying here Baro.” Anna glanced at you and hid a giggle behind her hand.

Anna was the only person who knew about your crush on the Prince and likes to tease you whenever she got the chance. It didn’t bother one bit because as long as she’s smiling then you’re okay with it.

You and Sunwoo was walking down the hallway towards his guest room that you had the maids tidy up. Sunwoo was a few steps behind you and was keeping his head down the entire time. He actually not trying to kill me this time?? Weird...

You stopped at his door and opened it. “Well, as always, this is your room for your stay. You know where my room is at and Anna’s if you need anything. But then again, we have guards and maids for that.”

You were worried...Sunwoo has not said a word since you two were left alone. “Uhhh, Baro? Is everything...okay? I mean...this is a great chance for you to try and kill me you know?” You tried to laugh at the light-hearted joke but it wasn’t the case with Sunwoo as he turned his back towards you.

“How could you say that or better yet...have you gotten so used to it that you’re now telling me to try to murder you? What Queen are you if you say something so trivial like that?”

You felt a bit of anger boiling up inside you and your hands itching to throw a snowball at his head for doubting your ruling.

“Why did it have to be you? Anna is fit for the role but they gave it to you. Why?”

Your hands were starting to feel cold now and your powers were started to fall into the hands of uncontrollable.

“And besides, why give that power to someone who power’s are controlled...”

You went to throw an ice shard but Sunwoo was quick and turned around and held your wrist against the wall and decided to pin you up against the wall. “You're a dangerous person, you know that?”

You blushed. This is the first time he’s been so close to you. Your heartbeat quickened and you were pretty sure that you could possibly control heat now? Or is that just the extra body heat?

You looked into his eyes and seen worry all over his face. “Why? Why would they let a beautiful and kind person like you have that kind of dangerous power? People will try to assassinate you or kidnap you. I know you have ice powers but even that power has it’s limits. Y/n...why must you risk your life for your kingdom? I’m so scared that I might lose you. I can’t let that happen. That’s why I’ve been doing those things...preparing you...making sure that you can handle that kind of situation.”

You wanted to cry. No one has ever told you these things and you’ve realized what Sunwoo was talking about and what his true intentions were.

You heard a small sniffle come from him but Sunwoo quickly buried his face into your neck. “I love you too much to lose you Y/n. That’s why you need to stay strong and never let anyone tell you any different or berate you.”

He pulled back and gently closed the gap between you two. This was the most warmth you’ve ever felt. You were so used to the cold that his warm lips was a new feeling. He pulled back too soon but was met with a blushing mess of Sunwoo.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t..”

You started to giggle and then turned into a light laughter before looking at the handsome Prince. “I love you too.”

“Wait what?”

“You heard me. I said...I. Love. You. Too. Jeez Baro, I thought you were smarted than that.”

He sent you a soft smile and held your waist. “Just call me Sunwoo, my Queen.”

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asking-pan · 8 years ago

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Giveaway Imagine

It has been SOOOO LONG since I have posted anything to this blog and I am so sorry. The reason for my absence is because after I announced the winners for the giveaway(about 6 months ago, give or take) I kinda of made it a point to not post ANYTHING until I had finished writing the imagines I promised the winners.

I am excited to say that I have done it! They are done! This right here is one of them, this one is for @peter-pans-panda

Summery: Peter starts spending more time with Wendy, which causes Amiyah to become insecure of where she stands with Peter. Wendy sees this and attempts to set things right.

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I sighed quietly to myself from my spot on the ground. I sat alone in the middle of a bright clearing where the sun beamed down perfectly and bathed the entire area along with myself in a warm ray of sunshine. The birds sang sweetly and flew across the clear, blue sky as I watched them. Flowers of many different colours surrounded me, a mixture of yellows, whites, reds, blues- a spectrum of colours.

Despite the cheerfulness of the setting, it did nothing to rid my mind of the worrisome thoughts swirling in my head. What was the cause of my solemn vibes you may ask? Well, it’s not so much a what, but rather a whom. A who? No, a whom… I don’t know, do I look like a writer?

Anyway, the reason for my depressing state was none other than the ‘King of Neverland’ himself, Peter Pan. Now, “what did he do?” You may ask. Well if you must know, he is an absolute, insensitive, pig headed, selfish toad… who I would very much liked to grab by the face and kiss senseless.

Unfortunately, the dick head doesn’t feel the same about me, at least not anymore. When I first got here, I was the center of attention, I was the one he sought out for on a regular basis, whether it be for a good sword fight, advice, or just to talk about whatever.

That all changed when she showed up, Wendy, pretty, little, Wendy. As much as I wanted to hate her and blame her for the way Peter and the lost boys have been ignoring me, I couldn’t. I knew it wasn’t her fault, it’s not like she’s been deviously planning to over shadow me, and she’s much too sweet and kind to do that.

Boys are just stupid, specifically Pan.

How dare he? How dare he shower me in attention and make me believe that I meant something to him? How dare he make me fall for him, then turn around and start chasing after some other girl? I supposed it was my fault, how could someone as powerful and amazing as Peter Pan want someone as plain and boring as I?

Wendy would be a much better choice. She is oh so beautiful and kind, her hair is stunning, a lovely honey brown shade, and her skin, so soft and fair, void of any imperfections. If only I was as beautiful and enchanting as her, perhaps I wouldn’t have lost Peter to her if I was.

I frowned and laid back on to the soft grass, I closed my eyes a lost myself in the sound of the wind gently blowing through the leaves and the feeling of the warm sunrays soaking into my skin. I suppose I must live with this new arrangement. Maybe it won’t be so bad?

“You seem sad these past couple weeks, is everything alright, Amiyah?”

I heard the sweet, feminine voice of the only other girl on the island, Wendy. I I opened my eyes and was met with a set of hazels looking back down at me. I sat up and Wendy moved back to sit down next to me.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I’m fine.” I muttered and brought my legs up to my chest and hugged them close. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but compare myself to her even more, ugh, why must she be to perfect?

“Really? Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like it. I know I don’t know you very well, we’ve only just met. But I can tell when someone is upset. What’s wrong? I won’t tell anyone, I swear it. We ladies must stick together after all.” She smiled brightly at me, reassuring and genuine; this is why everyone loved her so much, why Peter loved her so much.

“Thanks, but I’m really fine. Nothing’s the matter with me. Promise” I tried offering her a smile, but even I knew it looked cheap and fake. She gave me a look that told me she didn’t believe me for a second. I huffed out a breath and shrugged. “Fine, I haven’t exactly been feeling so great lately, are you happy?”

“Not happy, but I am glad that you’ve admitted it. Now, will you tell me why?” She asked, brushing the dirt off the nightgown she’s been wearing since she got here. I looked at her for minute, could I really tell her? What if she laughs and runs off to tell everybody? No, she wouldn’t do that. She’s to nice. I bit my lip and decided there was no going back now.

“Well, I’ve been feeling a bit… left out and… jealous… of you.” I said, my voice wavering as I looked away from her and down the pretty flowers that surrounded us. I could already feel her questioning gaze staring at me, urging me to elaborate. Sighing I moved on to give an explanation of my feelings. “The lost boys have all been really gravitating towards you and leaving me behind lately…” I glanced up with her and in a small voice I continued. “Peter has been gravitating towards you lately…”

Immediately I heard her gasp and I looked up at her and a wide smile had spread across her face. Oh no, she’s gonna laugh, I was wrong about telling her! I should have kept my mouth shut. I was about to get up and run off as fast as I could until I hear her speak.

“There is nothing between Pan and I! Oh, no, no, no, nothing at all. I swear!” She grinned and leaned in toward me. “You have thing for him, hmm? That’s so sweet; I do believe you two would be adorable together!” She squealed and took my hands in her own, giddy as ever, I’d never seen her like this before. I just stared at her with wide eyes, so there isn’t anything going on with them? That’s slightly reassuring. “Did you think I and Pan liked each other? Oh well, you are worried for nothing, I for one feel much more gravitation towards…” She trailed off and looked around, as if making sure no one was around before continuing. “Felix.” She whispered with a little devious grin. “He’s quite handsome.” She giggled.

“Well, even if you may not feel anything for Peter, I can tell he feels a lot for you.” I said as a frown found its way on to my face, not allowing myself to be pulled into a whirlpool of false hope. She pouted and looked at me with only I described as pity.

“Oh Amiyah… Pan care’s about you dearly, I know he does. I can see it in his eyes when your name comes into conversation- which is quite a lot mind you- and his eyes tend to wonder towards you very often as well. I’ve noticed this for while, which is why I was so excited when you confessed your feelings. Amiyah, you need to tell him!” Wendy nodded, as if agreeing with herself. “Yes, that would be the best thing to do!” She declared, like it was that easy.

“I can’t do that!” I gasped “You’ve only been imagining all of this! If he really did feel that way for me, then why has he been ignoring me so much?” I stood up and brushed the dirt and grass off of my bottoms and looked back down at her. “Thank you Wendy, I appreciate you trying to reassure me, but I know you are the one he wants” I huffed and turned on my heels, it was about time I got back to camp to help with dinner. “Good luck with Felix though.” And with that I began walking in the direction of camp.

It had been a few days since I and Wendy’s conversation about Peter, we’ve become good friends since then, though she is very adamant about the whole me telling Peter subject, which can get annoying. She means well though, I know that. Speaking of Wendy she’s been very cryptic all evening, telling me to meet her right before dinner and demanding that I follow her.

I know exactly where we are going, to the little clearing where we had our talk and became real friends. “Wendy, why are you taking me away from dinner? I was really looking forward to the stew tonight.” I whined as I followed closely behind her. “If this is about Pan again I don’t want to discuss it, I told you too just drop it” To my dismay I only got shushed as a reply. I pouted and went to go on complaining, that is until I realized we had reached the clearing and the delightful scent of the stew we were meant to have for dinner invaded my nostrils, along with the smell of chocolate. I looked up and I stopped in my tracks as my eyes widened when they landed on the one and only Peter Pan standing in the middle of the clearing with that stupidly gorgeous, playful smirk on his face.

“Thank me later” Wendy said, smugness very clear in her voice as I heard her leave towards the camp. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the scene before me. Peter standing there with a soft looking blanket at his feet and a basket full of what I could only assume were delicious foods. The few candles settled around the blanket and the lightening bugs that buzzed freely through the air lit the area around us. It was straight out of a fairytale.

“Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you joining me for dinner?” Peter spoke, his voice soft and velvety as he sat down and beckoned me to join him. I swallowed nervously and made my way to the blanket, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I took my place next to him.

“What is all this?” I asked as I watched him dish up a bowl of stew for me, taking it once he handed it over, still completely star struck my all this. I barely noticed how his expression turned sheepish.

“Wendy… she said you’ve been feeling left out, because of me… She said… she said you have feelings for me?” Peter looked at me once he’d finished filling his own bowl. I could feel my cheeks warm up, god damn it Wendy… “Don’t be angry with her, please, she said it was the last resort, to tell me I mean… Besides, at least now I can say, with full confidence that you won’t reject me, that I have feelings for you as well. I have for a while Amiyah.” Peter smiled at me; a real smile, not a smirk, not a smug smile, a real happy smile and I swear my heart swooned.

“You mean that?” I asked, unsure as my brown eyes watched his own seafoam green ones. “I mean, why me? I’m so… plain?” I really couldn’t understand it “And if this is really how you feel why did you begin to ignore me when Wendy showed up? Seriously, you’ve been sending me such mixed signals”

He frowned and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to ignore you Amiyah, I was only trying to get Wendy acquainted with the island, besides she’s much more Felix’s type anyway.” Peter smiled and reached over to take the bowl of stew from my hands before placing it down beside us. Taking my hands in his own he adjusted so he was sitting right in front of me, never breaking eye contact.

“And now on to why I choose you. I care about you deeply, and I can just talk with you so freely, without any judgement. You are also quite beautiful, if you haven’t noticed. Your eyes are gorgeous, so warm and inviting, I feel at home whenever I look into them. Don’t even get me started on your hair.” He said as his smile grew and he reached up to push my hair behind my ear, I knew I was full on blushing at this point, his hand brushed my cheek and I could feel my skin tingle where he touched. “It’s soft and silky, the deepest shade of brown I’ve ever seen, its absolutely breath taking. I could play with it all day.”

I squealed and leaned into him, trying to hide my face that was covered in embarrassment. He only laughed and wrapped his arms around me. “I could go on and list all the things I love about you, but we’d be here all night.” He pulled back and held my chin between his thumb and fingers. I looked back up at him getting lost his eyes. We only stared at each other for a couple seconds and I noticed his eyes flicker down to my lips before they looked back up to my eyes.

“This might be a dumb question but… Can I kiss you?” he asked in the sweetest, honey soaked voice I’ve ever heard. I swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yes, please” I said with a little smile, he returned the smile and began leaning forward. His lips were just inches away from my own and I decided to meet him half way. Just like that our lips met and butterflies erupted in my stomach and my arms wrapped around his neck as his own wrapped around my waist. This was so much better than I had imagined, it was perfect, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It was magnificent.

As we pulled apart, both our smiles mirroring each other’s I couldn’t help the swell of pride when I noticed Peter’s cheeks just a little tinted red. I giggled and curled in close to Peter as we lay down on the blanket to star gaze, are bodies close and cuddled together. I then decided that Wendy was going to get a great big thank you hug tomorrow at breakfast.

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I am currently waiting on feed back from the other winner as well. Once I have heard back from them they will let me know if they are going to let me post it or not. For the time being, feel free to send me asks an imagines again. I plan to start posting again!

I just wanna say a great big thank you to all of my follower’s this all really means a lot to me and I love getting feedback on my writing. So thank you all for the support and being patient with me.

Y’all are da best!

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