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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: sexual tension, suggestive stuff.

Notes: bonding chapter of this slow burn aaaa thanks again for reading :D

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Part VII: No More Doubts

When you left the motel early after a quick and dull breakfast, Ben was a pain in the ass as he kept asking question after question on the road. You knew he could just leave you alone but it wasn’t really something you’d like him to do. He was a fugitive, so were you. Soldier Boy knew better than that and he only had to stay by your side as much as he hated the idea. The only thing you could truly answer was that you were driving to a safer place. At least you were hoping it was. When you pulled the car after driving hours between the grove, Soldier Boy was waking up from his nap. You thanked heaven for that.

“We’re here,” you announced, turning off the engine.

Ben stirred on his seat, taking in the view of the house and nature and got out of your car, following you to the front door. He couldn’t help but to look around in somewhat awe. It was a large cottage-style house decorated with earth tones, great walls and columns. The place was surrounded by countless trees, making the weather bearable and somewhat nice due to the hidden location. The leaves climbed on some of the windows and the plants and flowers rested on the ground perfectly neat. He assumed you came here often. But it wasn’t really the place you used to come by and sleep every single day. It was too far away from the facility. As you unlocked the door, Ben followed inside, not without taking a last glance at your surroundings. No homes were near, nothing was to be seen. Only you and him inside this big fucking house.

The indoors were no different from the impression he got first. The decoration, the expensive sofa where you threw the sports bag, and the paintings and pots all over the place were saying you were rich. Of course, a fucking rich whore you were, he thought to himself. And he wondered where your real place was located.

“So, I’m gonna show you a guest room and then around, please don’t screw my house,” you said, giving him the sports bag.

“Got something to drink?” he asked, a smirk plastering on his face as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Water I do.”

Ben chuckled for a bit, eyes not leaving your face. “You’re so fucking boring, you know?”

“Yeah, well, alcohol is not really an important supply. Just follow me and maybe I’ll get you some later,” you said, turning around to get to the stairs.

You knew he did as you asked when his big steps echoed around the place. Once you were on the second floor, you motioned him to the next room a couple of feet away from yours and gave him directions about the bathroom and the manners. If he was going to be in your place, then he had to behave.

“I told you already, I’m not a fucking animal,” he complained after hearing your orders.

“Sure,” you dragged the word, eyes narrowed. “Because last night you were so civilized in the bathroom.”

He scoffed and then chuckled. “Did I get too loud?”

“You fucking tell me,” you replied with a much annoying smile on your face to match his own.

“Could’ve joined me. We’re not patient and doctor anymore,”

“No.”

Just as the last word fell off your lips, your phone rang. Quickly you took the call, realizing it was Grace. You left Soldier Boy in his room and walked down the stairs a little too fast.

“You made it?” she asked on the other line.

“Yeah, arrived just minutes ago,” you answered, checking the stairs in case he followed. “Where are you, Grace?”

“That doesn’t matter. I have something for you.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“I will text you an address and an hour. Today. Don’t miss it.”

Your phone buzzed, announcing the information had arrived.

“I won’t.”

“I’ll keep calling through different phone numbers. Do what you have to do to complete the cure,” she said, like if she knew what was happening between both now.

Soldier Boy was unbearable but you had to keep him on track. Luckily, you were back home again and you’ll be working on the Anti V soon, praying the last bits of information and results of the last test were there for some reason.

“I’m doing my best,” you sighed.

Grace hummed.

“Good.”

“Any updates so far?”

Ben’s smooth voice woke you up from your daydreaming while you sat together in the dining room.

You had been able to make something quick for lunch after Grace called and you found yourself all jittery and tense, hoping Soldier Boy wouldn’t notice. But he did sense something different from you. So he kept insisting on what was going on.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, taking the last sip of water from your glass. You avoided his eyes, looking away.

He rolled his eyes and narrowed at you. “Has your office contacted you?”

You shook your head.

“So they’re dead,” he said. Not asking, but affirming it.

A heavy sigh left your lips, your eyes going back to his harsh ones. “Leaving was the best.”

“Who’s that you keep in touch with?”

“What?”

Ben groaned slightly before snapping back with a low voice. “C’mon, Y/N. You called yesterday on the road, and now you receive a call. Who the fuck is it?”

His question is not just an inquiry anymore. He’s demanding to know. But you also know he hated Grace Mallory for putting him to sleep again, confined to a chamber where he’d be a trophy for the government to do whatever they wanted, how they wanted. Until you appeared, offering him empty words. Just like everyone.

“My superior.”

Your answer hit him like a truck. He knew it was Grace, but he didn’t like hearing it from you.

The truth was, Ben didn’t like you… Not that much. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he wanted to kill you, sometimes the small common sense he still had on his head would say you’d be better alive. He had been thinking of going away, but not he didn’t really want to. He knew you had been working with Grace, he was no idiot. So maybe staying close should get him even closer to Homelander and Vought. He also thought of Ryan back in the cell you had put him in. He was so damn afraid Ryan would become like his father. And since the brat has been protected before by many people, finding would not be easy. That’s where your contacts and network would be a help to him. He was hoping to find something at your place to find them and the information he craved.

“Right,” he said, alarmingly calm and quiet. He took the last bite of pasta on the plate and swallowed down in silence under your gaze. You didn’t know what else to say.

“So, these powers of yours,” he continued, drinking the last sip of juice. “How’d you get them?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I mean, they’re pretty fucking useless against me,” his words made you chuckle. Of course you knew that. “But I’m just wondering if you’d be with them.”

Your face turned back to a somber demeanor. “The Seven?”

He gave you a nod.

“Well, it’s not like all supes dream of that,” you uttered. “I just wanted to be normal.”

Ben raised a brow at your sudden confession. “Someone exploded everyone’s heads at the CIA. Sorry to say, sweetheart, but you suck at being normal.”

“Yeah, details I have to work with.”

“I take it you never went to them,” he continued and saw confusion on your face. “Vought.”

The word made you shudder for a slight moment, and you quickly tried to collect yourself to avoid him noticing.

“No, I never did.”

He scrutinized your eyes, hearing the poor increase of your heartbeats. They were enough to tell him something was wrong. But he decided to play along, so he nodded and gave you a rather compassionate look.

“Must be thankful they didn’t fuck up your life then.”

He had no idea.

You had parked the car outside an abandoned gas station; it was one of the nearest grocery stores to your home years ago. The now wasteland was almost two hours away, with a gas station around ten miles elsewhere. You had been waiting for Grace outside the car, leaning against the hood. Bored, you checked your phone again. When you arrived it was already past three o’clock. When twenty minutes went by, you wanted so badly to drive and get inside the next store you see and buy yourself food and supplies enough to survive a week or two with the idiotic supe now staying at your home. Grace said would be calling through a different phone but you received no calls so far. You’ve been waiting for more than an hour and the drive home wasn’t going to be shorter. Suddenly another car came into sight, pulling over near yours. Two men came out of it.

“Doctor Y/N?”

The stranger with the unknown voice and a weird accent caught your attention. Soon, you found the two tall men standing in front of you in the parking lot.

“We’re here on behalf of Grace Mallory,” the man continued.

He wore a long dark trench coat, looking rough and intimidating. The total opposite to the younger one, who gave you a kind smile once your eyes settled on him.

“How-”

“We have something for you,” the younger man continued. “I’m Hughie. Hughie Campbell,” he introduced himself, giving you a hand and fixing the backpack on his shoulder with the other one. You took it after a moment of hesitation. “He’s Billy Butcher, we’ve worked with Grace before.”

You nodded. “I thought she was the one coming.”

“She’s not in shape for that,” Billy answered. He realized your face changed at his words and quickly explained himself. “Vought’s cunts are looking for her, not safe.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Great, awesome. So what do you have for me?”

“We, uhm, we made it to your facility and thought these could do some help,” Hughie took out a pouch and gave it to you.

With trembling hands you opened the pouch and sighed in relief. Five test tubes of the Anti V prototype were laid there. “You found them.”

“And we found a little bit more,” Butcher continued. “Victoria Neuman exploded the heads of your employees back there. We believe Vought had been sneaking and getting spies for themselves.”

“Victoria is a supe,” you voiced out. “A supe is running for vice president…”

“Yeah, long story,” Hughie commented. “She’s obviously linked with Homelander and Vought. Everyone was dead when we arrived; lab assistants, guards, agents, the supes… We believe her mission was to just let you and Soldier Boy out, besides stealing information about the cure you’re working on. Probably to give it to Vought.”

“Anything weird happen there before the attack?” Billy asked, not giving you time to swallow Hughie’s words.

“Uhm, yeah. Actually my lab assistant… She tried to warn me and, well, she was crying and asking me to leave. I didn’t know why until her head just- you know…”

You choked a little with your words. The picture of her body and the last seconds of her life were all you got. Everything was equally horrible that day.

“I’m sorry,” Hughie whispered.

“It’s fine,” you cleared your throat. “And I assume you didn’t find anything else? Information? Files?”

“Computers were destroyed. No files. No info. Nothing,” Butcher answered. “Grace says you’re the leader of the project. You have copies, right?”

“Why everybody keeps fucking asking me that? Of course I do!” you almost yelled, eyes full of rage staring at him.

“Easy there, doc,” Butcher lifted up his hands in surrender. “We just wanna get rid of those cunt supes as much as you want. Nothing wrong to make sure.”

“Well, I do have them,” you replied with a cocky smile. “Thank you very much for your concern, Adele.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Hughie before switching his attention back to you.

“Yeah, sure you do, luv.”

It was already seven o’clock when you arrived home with supplies and food. Ben, as usually, acted like a fucking caveman claiming he was hungry and you had to act like the housewife, serving him a fucking hamburger and a glass of wine. That was the only liquor you bought. Despite his complaints, his hunger was greater and he devoured the greasy food with no table manners at all.

“You could chew your food like a fucking human being, you know,” you said, eating the last french fries you had.

He turned his eyes to your face, pointing with his finger. “You were gone for like five hours.”

“So? There’s fruit in the fridge.”

Ben narrowed his gaze, like if he had been offended.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to serve something for yourself,” you teased. He didn’t say a word, and you giggled. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

He leaned towards the dining table, eyes locked on yours. “No, you just don’t know your fucking place, woman.”

“I just saved your life, Ben. At least say thanks,” you beamed, having too much fun by seeing him upset for mundane things.

“No, you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine. “Fine. I didn’t. Let’s go past this and start over. If you’re gonna live here, for now, then you’ll have to learn how to respect me.”

His brows raised. “I thought I already did.”

“Offering yourself to fuck me in a cheap motel is not respectful, Soldier Boy.”

“Well, I didn’t try anything, did I?” Ben finished his sentence at the same time he finished his dinner.

He waited for a smart comeback from you but it never came. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and a stupid grin appeared on his lips. “Unless you want to.”

“No, we’ve been through it. My answer is still no.”

“Then, mind to fucking tell me if you found something by now?”

He changed the topic swiftly. His playful demeanor switched immediately and you sighed, knowing he might have to hear anything to keep him down.

“You’re in danger.”

“I’m the strongest supe ever, that doesn’t make any damn sense,” Ben scoffed.

“Listen, we need to hide from Vought. Hide and not leave a trace, because now I’m involved with you and they’re absolutely looking for your ass,” you gave him a stern look as you went on. “If I fall, you go with me. And if you fall, then I don’t know if they’d still want me. But you’ll be fucked anyway.”

Ben nodded. In his mind, it didn’t sound like a bad plan. In the end, that’s what he wanted; to get closer to Vought and Homelander to get over with them. The world didn’t deserve those fuckers. And as much as Homelander was created with his own DNA, he knew better than to let a scum like him walk around the planet. You already gave him something, a clue. He had to play along for now. If they took you in first, then he might probably bargain to be him instead. It was only fair. He was the one that mattered anyway.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stay here. But I don’t want those fucking therapies anymore,” he expressed, his gaze not moving away from the surprised look on your face. “Understand?”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting on your seat and chuckling under your breath. “It’s fine, believe me. I can’t stand you more than you do.”

Ben held your gaze, daring you to try something else. Instead, you smiled and got up and took your empty dishes to the sink. His eyes followed your moves, focusing on your small shorts and the softness of your legs. And you knew he was definitely checking you out when you talked.

“By the way, you’ll have to help me wash the dishes.”

He stood up, plates on his hands and walked behind your figure, putting them on the sink as you opened the faucet. His arms surrounded you once he did so and you flinched a bit. Ben smirked, feeling the reaction of your body trapped against his.

“Get away,” you ordered in a whisper, unable to move.

“I’m helping you, Y/N,” he breathed your name against your neck, his hand wrapping on yours gripping on the edge of the sink.

The only sound now was his hot breath on your skin and the water flowing. You quickly turned the faucet off, but you didn’t try to push him away.

It was the second time during the day he had said your name, ever. And you wouldn’t deny it sounded fucking delightful. He had only addressed you as his ‘doctor’, but now it was different. Though, you didn’t want to give into him. He was a huge douchebag and you were basically forced to spend time with him, in your home, without really wanting him there. You felt his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, and the primal part of you yearned for his touch, but the rational one won over and you freed yourself from his arms.

“Stop doing that,” you warned once you were face to face. His eyes were dark already and had a sparkle you knew too much since the day before.

“Alright,” he nodded.

“Just- let’s just wash these. I want to sleep.”

With a tired sigh, you walked down the basement. It was already midnight and Ben was locked inside his room, probably jerking off or something since you, once again, rejected him in your kitchen. Inside the dark room, you found the metal door that let you inside the bunker and unlocked it with the code. When you stepped in, you made sure to turn on the power and lights that illuminated the room and the small lab in the back. The computers started to run and you sat down on the main monitor, leaving the pouch with the Anti V tubes on the side of the desk.

Yeah, you might have told Butcher and Grace you had copies of every detail of the project. But you were afraid of the last stuff you discovered just before the attack. You knew well how the information was protected and encrypted, but it didn’t really assure you the profile of Solaris would be there. He was the first and last supe who had his powers off for a couple of hours at least and the feeling of losing it all had been eating you the last few hours after meeting with Grace’s messengers.

It took you a while to decrypt the system, something you had been already used to doing every time you got there to keep working on it, just to make sure no one would steal it. Hopefully, Vought hadn’t discovered it before destroying the facilities, you thought. And after a while, you found the last updates of the last test your team ran. Solaris profile and test was there. Not just in written letters, but the footage of the test and the exact formula that was used too. Now, you were so lucky.

“Well, thank you, Bianca. Wherever you are,” you whispered to yourself and took a tube from the pouch the men gave you earlier. You had a busy night ahead.

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chochuuya · 1 year ago

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mechanic.

characters that would suit this scenario are: shinichiro sano, ken ryuguji and seishu inui.. or any of your favs honestly <3

it was rather a chilly day that makes you want to fall asleep, after reading a book and drinking a nice hot cup of tea or coffee, while the rain gives a natural asmr background sound and engulfing the atmosphere cold.

oh, how you wish you could if it weren't for your "quick" errands. and your flat tire.

the repair store's bell jingle, signalling him that a customer came in before he peered behind his shoulders to see.. you.

you looked straight out of a fairytale even when your eyebrows are knitted together in distress and concentration.

his breath hitched as his eyes fill with adoration, yet he decided to mask his anxiety before approaching you, oh so confidently.

"couldn't do a simple tire fix yourself?" the taller man asks almost provokingly while you drag your distinguishable, vibrant coloured and cute scooter bike into his shop.

you sigh in defeat. he isn't even trying to help.

he rolls his eyes as if he were annoyed. he wasn't though, far from it actually. whether you come to him for something as small as a scratch on your bike, he'll repair it for you. besides, it was a chance to see you. how could he miss up on that?

"why..?" you asked.

walking over to your bike, he kneels down. he inspects the tire until an idea pops up inside his mind. he looks over at you with a mischievous smile, "i'll fix this for ya, and we go on a date."

"well, i'll only tell you if you agree to go out with me. so, what do you say?" he asked again, this time with a nervous smile and his pulse quickening; uncertain of what your answer might be.

"okay, sure."

his heart almost escaped his rib cage, he could jump and hug you right now but that's for later. hopefully.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

AAAA my first scenario? oneshot? hopefully you enjoyed reading this one >< likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა♡

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pinkydoggy83 · 1 year ago

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💚🤍--- THE DEMO IS GETTING ME SO HYPED

Spoilers ahead:

"Goodbye bf. I'll be back" DUDE MOOMINTROLL WAS TEARING UP. Moomin please don't worry 😭

Awww Teety-Woo <333

NO INSPRIATION. Mood fr fr But being real, I actually really like how the level system works. Finding some inspiration in nature <3

Okay one critique: A small tutorial how to enter and, most importantly, get out of the bush. At first I was struggling trying to get out. I was able to figure out that you need to hold. Personally a quick message in the bottom would have helped me. But I love the music during this part. It was both smooth but also intense!

AAAA I love how these guys were following Snufkin. They made such silly duck noises.

Files: Now I was looking into the files and found some .band files with character names. I don't know much about .band files but I'm theorizing that we might see a quick interaction with them and these are their assets/music files.

I'm gonna look more into .band files but if anyone has better knowledge on this I would love to know!

💚🤍Closing thoughts:

GUYS GUYS GUYS PLEASE SUPPORT THIS GAME WHEN IT COMES OUT! TRY OUT THE DEMO! TEST IT!

#talk #moomin #moominvalley #snufkin #moomintroll #moomintroll and snufkin #the moomins #Snufkin Melody of Moominvalley #Melody of Moominvalley #SMoM #snufmin #kinda..#snufkin game #moomin game #long post #txt #txt post #Snufkin Melody of Moominvalley spoilers #SMoM spoilers

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jiraisupportgroup · 1 month ago

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hi!! is it so wrong to be a young jirai?

i feel so young in this community and idk what to do.. it feels like if people knew my true age theyd shame me or something. i respect the lifestyle and have felt the most comfort here than ever, but im so scared of people finding out my age and just blocking me

There isn’t anything particularly wrong with being young and in spaces like this - a lot of older people just don’t want to interact with minors for their own comfort (& vice versa). I can’t speak for everyone but there’s a lot of reasons for this. Especially in spaces based around mental health (and even more so with Jirai Kei being a space which isn’t inherently recovery based).

A lot of older landmines will talk about or RB things that are sexual in nature & it can feel kind of weird or gross when people who are much younger interact with posts about that stuff. Some people are also afraid because technically you can get in actual trouble if you’re posting nsfw content and knowing that minors follow you / will see it - although functionally there are hardly ever legal repercussions for this. It can still feel icky.

A lot of older landmines also just have trouble relating to younger landmines - our struggles might be similar but there can also be a lot of differences it really depends on the situation. Like a 20 year old and a 15 year old dealing with even the same issues can look extremely different, and sometimes we just can’t relate. Also the language that we use tends to be a bit different. I notice that it’s much more common for younger people to use more heavily romanticized language when talking about certain issues and a lot of older people can’t really relate because a lot of us are at a point where we’re just so defeated and sick of it. I don’t know how to explain this without giving examples but younger people make certain things look fun and new and exciting and like a thing to do while some of us older people have long past that phase and it’s just like a crushing reality for us at this point. It’s not fun anymore. And seeing people have fun with it can be upsetting for a number of reasons. That’s not specific to minors it’s just kind of a trend I’ve noticed. (I don’t know if I explained that well at all)

Another thing (and idk if this is just me) is that seeing teenagers talk about the same issues we have / had as a teenager is genuinely gut wrenching sometimes. It can be really hard to watch young people go down the same paths we went down and just wanting to scream at them to stop and turn back but knowing there is not a single thing we can do to help them - it can feel extremely disheartening sometimes. Especially on Tumblr bc a lot of us grew up on Tumblr and our illnesses were heavily influenced by the mental health spaces we were in on Tumblr & I mean for me at least I can confidently say that it had a negative impact on my mental health as a teenager and now being older it’s like aaaa fuck I don’t want the vents or things I post being shown to teenagers who could be negatively impacted by it just like I was at their age. Real Catcher in the Rye moment.

& some people just don’t really want to interact with minors. The differences between even 18 year olds and 15 year olds are pretty big. I mean I’m 24 and like I don’t really hang out in real life with people under 19 just kind of naturally - like not in “oh you’re only 18 we can’t hang out” kind of way but we just genuinely tend not to vibe. But again that’s just my personal experience so it’s super different for everyone.

There’s also a lot of minors who don’t want anyone who’s over 18 interacting with them for similar reasons. Often times it’s protection, but a lot of minors find adults annoying or not super relatable, which is just as valid.

Tldr: everyone has different comfort levels. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong or that people just automatically hate you bc of your age, it’s more so like the difference between teenagers & 20 year olds can be pretty big so sometimes they don’t want to interact with each other.

#idk if I explained this well at all I just woke up #good morning guys #also I’m so sorry if this sounds talk-down-y?#I promise I’m not trying to do that I just like idk how else to explain it #anyway #asks #anon #mara is yapping #jirai talk

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midnightsun-if · 1 year ago

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the reactions of the ros to the scenario of mc forgetting to smooch them were so good, all of them ugh <3 Sloane had me laughing the most to myself... they're so dramatic and sulky PLS LMAO the wet dog energy is so real, Sloane deserves all the smooches in the world.

If you could, would it be possible for you to give us the reactions of the ros that didn't take the initiate to get their smooch if mc suddenly barged in the room minutes later to kiss them and be like "I almost forgot, have a good day <3" before leaving once more.

We need justice for Sloane, C and Caden especially ("the absence of your presence, of the kiss that you always bestowed onto them, more stifling than they’d ever believed it could be" was beautifully written but it had me sad AAAA)

Sloane absolutely does have wet dog energy. They’re an angry individual because of various things that’ve happened to them, and it being one of the only ways they were able to express themself, but they always predominantly get more angry at themself than they do other people. It’s something that’ll they will try to work on and slowly begin to cope with— a journey that I’m excited to start.

Follow up to this ask.

Koda:

At the smile you offer him return, a weight is lifted from his chest. He wasn’t sure if his return kiss plan would work out, even his most simplest of plans never did, but the sight of your joy more than made up for all his failures in the past.

“Thank you, Koda.” In return you press a brief kiss to his lips, warmed by his unceasing care for you. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry that I forgot, I’m just running late in meeting Blake.”

Koda beams down at you, nose nuzzling against yours. “That’s alright, Anon. It just means I’ll have to kiss you more every time you forget.”

Scarlett:

At your continued silence, a saccharine smile flits across her lips, emerald eyes flashing merrily in a way that’d spell for trouble for anyone that wasn’t you. With natural born grace, Scarlett easily maneuvers to her feet to make her way closer to you. “Playing coy now, sweet thing?” She tsks, brow furrowed disapprovingly. “Tell me, my beloved, what did you forget that’s so important.”

Your head tilts, eyes watching the subtle movements of her body. “Your kiss?”

Scarlett hums. “And I had such fun things planned for later.” Taking your chin between two fingers, the phantom press of her lips against yours being all that’s offered before she vanishes from your presence altogether. You’re only able to blink owlishly, the sight of your girlfriend once again reclined elegantly, being all that fills your vision. “Run along now, my beloved. You clearly have a busy day to get to, I won’t keep you any longer. Though, make no mistake, tonight you’re mine.”

Cyrus/Cyra:

Looking at the facts, as it turned out, didn’t help in the slightest, not when their feelings for you were so astronomically out of the realm of possibility, something that could never truly be understood or properly identified due to how large it was. They tried to hold onto the simple fact that it hadn’t happened with malicious intent, that everyone was allowed an off day, but that didn’t stop their inner self, their Phoenix, from squawking in protest at not being able to feel their mate.

So when you return, slightly out of breath, they try to pretend like everything’s fine, that their heart hadn’t leapt at the sight of your return, but they couldn’t deny that their inner flame roared back to life at the feel of your lips pressed to theirs; the whispered apology you offer once pulling back being lost in the white noise it causes.

Their reaction may not have been within the realm of reason, at least not when it comes to their usual ones, but when had love ever been?

Quinn:

They huff to themself, looking back down at their haul. It had been a surprise they wanted to gift to you, knowing how stressed you had been with your exams coming up, even fighting down the urge to gag when they bought fresh blood suckers, because you needed something to settle yourself with.

“Oh well,” they mutter, shoulders slightly slumped. “I’ll just put these in their room and hope they’ll be back to enjoy them soon.”

As if summoning you with their mind, you’re suddenly right in front of them, bringing an immediate smile to their lips, before your own cover them. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, pressing another fleeting kiss to their lips. “I’ve been in such a hurry I forgot to give you this.”

The arm around your waist tightens. “It’s well worth the wait.”

Caden:

Like a beacon of light and warmth, you suddenly reappear once more, fighting against the darkness, and the coldness it brings, as you come closer. The apologetic look on your face tells them all they need to know as why you returned and, for the briefest of moments, they feel guilt well within their gut. Had you somehow understood their mood? Were you going to be late now because of them? They’d never wish for you to get in trouble because of them.

However, the moment your lips press gently to their own, those thoughts and feelings slip from their mind completely, only being able to focus on you. At the feeling of completion they now felt slotting into place within their unbeating heart— a feeling that almost made them feel like they were alive once more.

Sloane:

“I completely spaced,” you say, rushing back into the room towards Sloane, eyes wide in apology. “I was in such a rush I forgot to give you a kiss.”

Sloane, for their part, is completely floored that you remembered, that you’d care enough to turn back and rectify a wrong that shouldn’t even be as big of a deal that it was. Of course they would. I’m important to them, it wasn’t done maliciously, you overgrown fur-bag. They barely respond when you place a delicate kiss to their lips, still too embroiled in their thoughts, but their arms flex instinctively when you try to pull away. Just wanting to hold you for a second longer. And, for the moment, they’re able to forget the demons that lurk in the shadows of their mind, not think about them, when in the face of your beautiful light.

Blake:

“I actually forgot to give you a kiss?”

The apologetic look and tone brings a tender smile to Blake’s lips, one finger gently running a path down your cheek. “A mistake I was certain was just that. I mean look at me.” They playfully wriggle their brows, tongue peeking out from between their teeth. “How could you not want to kiss this?”

At your playful eye roll, and exasperated huff, a weight is lifted from their shoulders, even if they’d never showcase it. Good, they think. I don’t like it when you’re sad, and you wouldn’t be. Not if I ever have anything to say about.

Reginald/Regina:

“I’m so sorry.”

Your sudden reappearance near them, after the relative silence that had settled over the dorm, almost causes them to fling their book into the air, a surprised yelp just barely stifled in the back of their throat. At your apologetic gaze, they’re suddenly reminded of what exactly had been forgotten— by the both of you it seems. And, due to that, they lean forward just as you do. Trying to, without words, show how sorry they were for forgetting something so important, something that made them feel a bit more at home in a world that wanted to be anything but.

Something that finally made them feel like they belonged.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: blake herrera #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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bluemoonscape · 24 days ago

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Same anon and yes that devastating piece was the one I was talking about! :D AAAA, your post about the closeups on Till's collar was what inspired me to take a closer look and it just clicked Thank you so much for entertaining my silly ask!! I love how you described the arches of light and went further into the kind of lonely/alone Till and Luka are, I knew you'd like the detail! Also how you worded that they're all under scorching lights... Let me give you one more heartwrenching parallel for the soul!

It's so very similar to the Ivantill meteor shower, but notice how artificial and static the lights coming from the stages in both instances are compared to the meteor shower, which most likely was outside the garden. The illusion of freedom, but never free, do with that what you will! :)

ANON *jumping up and down* HI AGAIN

The collar comparisons between Rounds 2, 6, and 7 are really interesting to me. I noticed them completely by accident but now I can’t stop thinking about it. In R2, Till is held back by the leash—he’s just rebellious and unpredictable enough to be a threat (clearly. Rip Freddie) and yet something keeps him metaphorically tied to Alien Stage, too, which caused him to run back to Anakt Garden, speaking of that meteor scene. Did he go back for Mizi, or did he simply believe he didn’t deserve escape, the latter theory which has been floated recently? In R6 he doesn’t need the leash anymore because he’s too defeated and drained to attempt anything crazy. Obviously Ivan took care of the excitement factor for him there, but the collar/choker in that round is such a taunt. He’s not tied to anything he can see, but he’s held down more than ever. Ivan’s sacrifice woke him up. It was his cure. In R7 he’s not attached to anything, and even his collar is merely an ornament.

ANYWAY COLLAR RANT ASIDE—another scene comparison I’m going to chew on things 😬 Ugh, you’re so right, the contrast of the bright, pounding lights of the stage and then the natural, softer, but no less brilliant lights of the real sky… during the meteor scene, Till and Ivan are so tantalizingly close to freedom, but like I mentioned in the collar rant, Till is tied to the garden, and Ivan himself is only tied to Till, so when Till goes back, he follows like he has no choice. In his mind there probably was no choice. A life without Till? Unimaginable.

And now Till is free of the leash with seemingly nothing but a thin collar holding him back, because we know he wants to explode. He wants to fight. Ivan gave him that fight back. But he’s in front of… maybe millions of aliens. He’s about to face the prince and face of those millions. He’s the closest and the furthest he’s ever been from freedom all at once. Ivan was the last person keeping him tethered to this competition; emotionally, he’s ready to be free from this place.

Physically, he’s literally never been more screwed.

#thank you again for the chat anon 🥹 i adore your observations #thank you for giving me some opportunities to yap #if you’re on my blog even a little then you know I’m the president of yapping #alnst #alien stage #alnst till #alnst ivan #alien stage till #alien stage ivan #asks #alnst analysis #ivantill

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enstarriedownbad · 1 year ago

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Mayoi Ayase x F!reader

‼️Minors don't interact

Genre: smut

Tags: switch!Mayoi, breeding, established relationship, fluff at the start

Plot: After passing by a couple of young parents at the mall and helping a lost child, you and your boyfriend Mayoi have a baby fever. Maybe he could try putting one in you?

Words: 2,029

Day 19 OF Enstars x Reader NSFW month - Mayoi Ayase

By clicking on "show more," you acknowledge that you are 18+ and consent to read this fiction.

11 am. On a busy Saturday.

You are at the mall with Mayoi to try some sweets in a new cake shop. Apparently, Niki and Hiiro already went there and recommended it to him. It's only natural that you two go there together, be it because of Mayoi's social battery being low or just because he wanted you to tag along. In other words, this is a date.

Once you have arrived in front of the store, you get a table for two and sit on one of the chairs. You take a look at the menu. Everything looks so appetizing.

"Mhh, I don't know what to order..." you say out loud. "Have you already chosen, Mayoi?"

...

No reply. You lay your eyes off of the menu to look at your boyfriend. He looks lost in thoughts, staring at something. You turn around to face what is at the end of his gaze: a couple of young parents with their two children. By now, you know that Mayoi likes kids. He loves being a brotherly figure to them. Even though Mayoi barely mentions his family to you, you don't recall him having a little brother or sister.

"Are you envious of this family?~" you ask him kindly, thinking he's wishing he had a sibling.

"Huh? Ah, not really..." he replies in a tone that makes you thing he wants something else.

"Hmm... Anyways, have you chosen what to order?" you ask.

"Ah, sorry Y/N, I was deep in thoughts. Let me see..." he replies. "I think I'll go with the parfait."

"And I'll take a cheesecake!", you reply joyfully.

After ordering, your desserts are brought on your table. Mayoi looks all shy after interacting with the waitress. You can't help but want to tease him a bit.

You wait for him to dip his spoon again in his dessert.

"Could I try your dessert?" you ask your boyfriend.

"S-sure!"

"Aaaa" you let out as you open your mouth, waiting for him to feed you.

Without him saying a word, you can tell he's probably thinking 'Is this real? 'I'm so sinful for having weird thoughts!' 'She must be hum...I don't know?!' Or something like this. So you don't mind re-doing it for him to get it.

"Aaaa"

Reluctantly but excitedly, Mayoi puts the spoon in your mouth. His dessert tastes so good. You can't help but let out a small happy noise. You back up from the cutlery and smile at him. Even though he's hiding his face, you can tell he's blushing.

After leaving the store, you hear a small voice calling out for you.

"Mommy?!", a small child cries while holding onto your skirt. "Mommy??"

You and Mayoi turn around. Looks like this kid is lost and mistook you for his mom. You look at your man in surprise.

"Maybe we should help this little one..." he advices. "Hello there... What's your name?" he asks the boy gently.

Mayoi proceeds to calm the child down. As expected, he's good with kids. You look at him acting all kind and gentle. It triggers something within you, but you can't put a word on it. Nonetheless, you want to help as well.

"We'll help you find your mommy, don't worry!" you tell the child as you take his hand in yours.

You first try to wait for the mother where you are. After all, when a child is lost, their parents always tell them to stay where they are so that they can come find them. As you three are waiting nearby the shop you just ate at, you notice Mayoi is blushing even harder than usual.

"W-we kinda look like a family right now..." he softly whispers in your ear.

Oh. True. So you would be the mom, and Mayoi the dad. Parents, huh... You blush at his reply.

No mother in sight.

The three of you then try to get to the mall's security office, but the passageway is too crowded to move safely with a small child with you. Mayoi suddenly takes the little one on his shoulders and finds a short-cut. You follow him. The view you have before your eyes is so sweet. He's definitely looking more manly under this angle. You find a liking to this side of him.

"Honey?! Where were you? I was so scared..." a woman says in the distance.

The mother then thanked you both and left the mall with a smiling child.

On your way home, Mayoi holds your hand tight. The warmth of his hand makes you feel safe. The two of you have the same thoughts: you'd love to see each other as parents.

"D-Do you want kids, Y/N?" your boyfriend asks, expecting a negative answer.

"I'm not against the idea if it's with you..." you mutter.

Mayoi stops walking for a second, surprised by your answer.

"H-huh? I probably misheard... You deserve better than me as the father of your children... After all, I'm worth---"

"Because you know someone who would treat me better than you?" you cut him off. "Who else would clear their busy schedules to see me everyday? Who else would gift me cute stuff? Who else would love me more than you?"

He wants to reply, but he doesn't manage to.

"Besides, YOU are the one I love Mayoi, not anyone else, you," you reply in a semi-angry tone, a bit frustrated that your boyfriend thinks he doesn't deserve you. "So back to your question, yes I'd like to have kids with you!".

"You would bare my kids...?"

It's only after he finishes his sentence that you realize you've just shouted out loud that you want his kids. Plus, the way he worded it sounds like this isn't the first time he's been thinking about this. The both of you are now a blushing mess. His hand feels even hotter.

By chance, you finally reach your home. The two of you stop at your front door.

"Then, I'll see you soon, Y/N?" he says as he fidgets with his fingers, obviously wanting to stay by your side. He looks like he's desperate to continue the conversation or something else inside...

"Come on, stay for a while..." you reply.

"A-am I allowed to??" he asks, even though he's been there a hundred times already. Plus, it's not the moment right now.

You kiss him as an answer.

"You want to put your kids with me but won't get inside the house?" you ask, all flirtatious.

Suddenly, the tension rises even more. After an intense eye contact, the two of you walk toward your bedroom while kissing and removing each other's clothes on the way there like animals in heat. Once you reach the room, you are already fully undressed.

Mayoi sits on your bed. You sit on his lap, facing him. The two of you start making out on the spot. Your tongues intertwine, not leaving room for anything else, even for oxygen. All you can feel right now is the sweet taste in your mouth as well as Mayoi's dick hardening against your abdomen. The passion of the kiss makes you fall even harder for each other. You two can only think about each other's bodies. The kiss is so exquisite that tears are forming down Mayoi's eyes. Too bad you have to back up to get some air.

As both of you are practically panting, you slightly push down your lover's shoulders so that he lays down on your mattress. You take the time to admire his body. It's not the first time you've seen him naked, but now that you know that this body of his can and will impregnate you, you look at him in a different light. Mayoi's scanning is quite persistent, too. You caress his abs and thighs before digging in and putting his cock in your mouth. As your mouth licks all around his tip and length, you can hear his moans resonating in the room. His dick feels thicker now. He's definitely hard enough to get to the main part.

"Hm~... Y/N..."

You suddenly stop the blow job. Surely you don't want any drop to go to waste.

You get back on your knees and align yourself on top his cock. Mayoi's cock twitches at the contact of your two genitals. You slowly insert his dick inside of you. Your walls spread open to take him in. The thickness of his length hurts a bit. You stop for a second.

"Are you okay? I-it doesn't hurt, does it?" Mayoi asks, concerned.

"N-no, it's okay," you reply as your body adapts to your lover's.

Soon enough, you continue going down, fitting more of him inside of you, until you finally reach his thighs. Mayoi's hand is resting on your thigh while yours is resting on his torso. You begin moving a bit, going up and down repeatedly. What was slow at first gradually became faster. Mayoi joins in, too, and starts pushing his hips forward to thrust a bit more into you. It all feels so romantic.

"Aah Y/N...," Mayoi moans.

"Mayoi~..."

You fasten your pace and begin focusing on where you two are linked. Suddenly, Mayoi uses his free hand to grab one of your boobs and squeezes it.

"Ah~!" you let out.

You feel your climax is approaching, so his must be even closer because of your blow job.

"...Y/N... Do you really want to be pregnant from me?" he asks while panting.

"Yes~"

"T- then together..."

After a few more thrusts, you slam your thighs against his one last time before locking his dick deep inside of you.

"Ah... Carry my kids..!" Mayoi moans while closing his eyes from the pleasure.

"I-I'll bare your kids," you moan while having an orgasm alongside him.

You feel his semen filling you, going up your womb, trying to reach your deepest parts. Mayoi is pressing hard on both of your thighs, trying to make sure that he's pressing himself against your cervix while shooting more inside of you. He definitely wants to impregnate you.

The first drops of his cum leave your body because of the position. Mayoi instantly notices and frowns.

"L-let's try again," he says.

Suddenly, Mayoi lifts you up as if you weighted the same as a feather. In the process, his dick leaves your cunt. But only a few seconds later, you find yourself lying down, head on the pillow, spooned by Mayoi. This position is definitely one of those that help to conceive. He doesn't waste any time and penetrates you from behind. Both of his hands are busy with your chest, and his thighs are pressing against yours. Mayoi really switched the roles. And there is no way you wouldn't get pregnant from this position. Nonetheless, Mayoi thrusts harder, yet still romantically. Because the positon, ou pretty much can't do anything other than taking what he gives. And he's pretty good at it. All of his thrusts are deep enough to reach your end every tim he moves. Adding that to the naughty sound that is made when he slams his thighs into yours, it's only natural that you reach your climax again.

You turn your face around with your tongue out, begging for a kiss. Your lover joins in, mixing your two salivas again. His expression is so... manly and different than usual, minus the fact that you got him blushing again. You love this side of him. You only want him to show that face to you. But you love all of Mayoi's aspects. His laugh, his smiles, his everything. You're very much in love. Wet sounds, moanings, Mayoi's facial expression. You can't hold it anymore. Your boyfriend secures you as close as possible before cumming inside of you again.

"Mayoi~"

"Y/N~..."

Your stomach definitely gets bigger from all the cum he's pumping inside of you. You stay in the position for a moment.

Ah? You suddenly get turned around again in another position that helps to get pregnant. Mayoi definitely saw into those. It looks like he won't be done with you until he shoots blanks.

Sorry I'm late jsjdbej

No proofread, eyes burning (send help)

#esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #nsft es!!#enstars thirsts #enstars x you #enstars x reader smut #enstars smut #enstars x female reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars smut #mayoi ayase smut #mayoi ayase x reader

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adacatlovelace · 1 month ago

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Theres something about PC gaming. Like its got a reputation for being the most expensive at the highest levels but:

A. If you are poor and want to play games, its easier to justify a machine that do other stuff like send emails and do homework with

B. The ability to build your own PC means choosing your cost. This can be shelling out thousands or putting some shitbox potato together out of whatever parts you can afford and making an extremely cursed setup that still WORKS.

C. The ability to self repair. If you are poor, that means if something breaks, replacing the whole thing might not always be possibile but with a PC you can at least save money by switching out parts for cheaper, functional ones. Or hell, just maybe you are fed up with Windows and decide to swap to Linux. Thats not an option you get for consoles.

D. PC also has the largest library of playable games. Even if you cant afford the equipment to play the latest AAAA 500 gig game, theres still decades of other games you can play. Which is why games like the original half life still has active community servers in countries where throwing together whatever spare PC parts you can is much more feasible than acquiring a console. Piracy is also the most accessible on PC, so if you're a broke teenager, all you need to do is learn how to torrent things and boom you have access to way more games than your wallet will allow.

E. PC gamers are queer as hell. Like games like Fallout New Vegas and Team Fortress 2 have running jokes about how their audience is either bigoted or queer and theres a reason for that. These games are primarily played on PC. For me, and many other PC gamers, we came from very poor families in areas not very friendly to LGBTQIA+ peoples so finding communities where you can be yourself can be the first step to coming to terms with who you are, and naturally a lot of people who have these experiences usually end up learning how to code and donning "The Programming socks" or going into STEM when they can afford school. So for real, if you think your space is suddenly being "invaded" by these queer people, take a good long look at the people you've interacted with online over the years and realize they've been there all along.

#pc gaming #team fortress 2 #queer stuff #fallout new vegas

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 1 year ago

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aha,,, I had this really in-depth thing I wrote about how much I like your art,,, and the first half, maybe even first 2/3 got deleted,,, I was so excited writing it, I have no idea what it all even contained anymore,,,

So... the first paragraph after this here is rewritten from what I could remember writing the first time. I know it's not as in-depth as it originally was. Hopefully it still gets the depth of what I want to say across... The second paragraph is what DIDN'T get deleted. Aaaa

I only just recently found you and started following you, but I have to say, your art and comics and writing for the ASL brothers is just. So unbelievably good. You're up there in my favorites. Top three. Top two even. The way you write them is like watching a group of close friends interacting in real life, down to the silliness and shenanigans and inside jokes and abrupt changes in topic or mood in a conversation, including superficial changes (one that comes to mind is when Ace goes something like "I'll bet ONE MILLION DOLLARS" or some incredibly large number, really intensely suddenly, in response to Luffy's saying he'd be $20 or something, and then there's a beat, and then Luffy is like "$20 is fine :)" and Ace is just like "Alright :)". That kind of thing is something Ive had happen, something I've seen happen to others... but I've never seen it written/drawn so well.) Everything about their interactions is so incredibly natural, so full of life. Every time I read one of your comics I'm in constantly in awe and taking mental notes. Well. Okay, no, that's a lie. I WISH I were taking mental notes, but I get so caught up reading because it flows SO smoothly that I forget to.

And that's another thing!! How the way you do paneling and story beats in your comics makes reading while also visualizing movement and transitions so seamless. It's like, the visual-narrative equivalent of a hot knife through butter. I've read plenty of comics-- from novice to professional-- that have really clunky paneling and/or pacing. And similarly, I've read as many that let you read everything easily, but it's like, TOO easy, and there's no weight drawing your eyes to the actual art or keeping them there. And I've seen comics that are somewhere between these two, but still don't feel like they have a good flow. (All this as passive observation, I'm not one to actively look to critique something.) Anyway, what I'm saying is, the way you set up your comics-- the art, the paneling, the pacing, the speech bubbles, the shots, EVERYTHING-- makes them just. MM!! An absolute frickin delight to read. And it's combined with some of the best, most natural-feeling writing I've ever had the pleasure of reading. You balance everything so well. In this age of being desensitized to humor online, I must say, the silliness in parts of the Water Is Thicker Than Blood comic make me genuinely grin and even laugh to myself alone in my room. It feels so real, so genuine, so... I'm running out of words. I'm sorry. I just... REALLY love how you make stuff. I want you to know that I'm a big fan, and, even though I'm older than you I'm learning a lot, and your stuff is so well-done. I hope this isn't too strange, aha... if it is, I apologize. I got a little intense

Oh woweewowee!!!!!!

Thank you for enjoying how i depict them! I really enjoy drawing them as realistic as i can. I really want people to understand them how i do in my head, and im glad it comes off perfectly because i love these little gremlins! And it really is surprisingly easy to think up situations of them being little dumbasses together :) just put them in situations, think about the ways any normal person could possibly react to the information thats given, scrap all that, use the outlier, and bam! That’s a bonafide ASL dynamic right there!

Thats really nice of you to say how you like how i panel my comics because thats one of the things im a bit self conscious of, truthfully. My formatting isnt as neat or polished as other comics are, and i really dont care to change that, but its nice to know that there is still charm and interest in my style of comics.

I get what you mean with the being desensitized to humor online nowadays. Idk what about it but its kinda hard to get me to full on laugh at memes like i used to. But i really enjoy putting in gags that i think and I chuckle to myself about for a while after i thought of it. The “that doesnt taste anything like ass” gag got me chuckling for so long to myself while i was at work. Just like,,, the shock and awe that Sabo is in from having witnessed that is so funny to me, i dont think that gag will ever get old in my head.

That’s really cool that me just goofing around can be a learning opportunity to people :0 ive never even considered that could be the case

Not at all! Thanks so much for your thoughts and opinions! This is very heartwarming and im very happy i could produce something thats so meaningful to others :)

Thanks for the ask, too :D

#ask reply #@findmeabowloftrash-blog #long post

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uh-niran-really · 13 days ago

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AAAA sososo many ideas, im welcoming myself back into your inbox HAHA!

Prince! Niran au x fem reader please! One where reader is his personal maid and he absolutely spoilsss her, jewelry, fancy clothing, etc etc and she falls head over heels for him. Reader one day plans to confess her feelings to the prince, even tho the chances were slim, she dreamed of being together with him. She was supposed to call him to talk to him in private when she finds him in the garden with lady satya(shes a noble from a highly respected family here so shes 100% fit to marry him)

Reader gets incredibly insecure and upset, so she leaves. She rushes to the king to get herself resigned from her job, too upset to face niran Knowing that she won't ever be able to have him.

Little did the reader know Niran was talking to lady satya on how to get his father to approve of marrying his maid! :00 hes yapping to her about how shes the love of his life, wants to marry her, and when satya tells him the chances were slim he takes her hands and looks at her dead in the eyes, completely serious, and tells her that he's willing to drop everything in his life, his wealth, his status, etc etc just to live a normal life with reader 🥹

Satya sighs in defeat knowing she cant stop him so instead she helps him plan on what to say to the king

When niran comes back to his room hes hella excited but everything in his world Falls apart when he sees a different maid in his room. He kindly tells her to leave but snaps rlly badly when she tells him the reader resigned and shes his new maid now.

Maid gets scared and leaves while niran has a panic attack and a full blown break down in his room, trashing everything and crying his eyes out. He eventually goes out tho and proceeds to yell and order at guards to find reader

Meanwhile, more drama :00

Reader is lost in the forest! :00

She went to the forest to calm down, take a walk with nature but ended up being lost and going too deep in the forest to be in contact with anyone. Shes stuck there for days, health slowly deteriorating as she slowly starves and become dehydrated.

Niran is DEPRESSED. constantly lashing out on guards to search faster or send out more men despite his family refusing his wishes(making his breakdown worse)

To the point that satya had to be over there CONSTANTLY bc he needed constant support or he'll probably self destruct😭

He hasnt eaten or slept in days, leading to satya begging him to do something about his health, anything at all, a bite of food, a wink of sleep. ANYTHING.

But he refuses until he finds her.

Idk how to transition but angsty angst 😈

Once reader is found hes practically yelling at the guards to take her to the clinic to get her checked, for the chefs to make her a hearty and healthy meal, for the doctors to get her checked properly, all while he stressed for her health and safety

Poor boy kept passing out by her side multiple times and panicking when he wakes up due to a nightmare or bc he was scared that she woke up and he wasnt there

For the ending of this hospital sequence, 👀continue the angst bc id like to see how u continue this but the actual story- end it off with happy fluffy ending where he convinces his dad to marry her after he explains the real reason why satya and him were in the garden that day TEEHEE THANK U 🤭

Fem Maid Reader x Prince Lifeweaver - Flirting with Prince Pruksamanee

Content: Angst and Sweet Royal Fluff

Word Count: 6,000+ (oops 🫢)

A/N: Oh my I loved writing this one for you dear! Ahhh such a delight. Our darling Niran is so regal! I love him! Let me know if you want a part 2 to this? Maybe them navigating royal life and having their babies (or making them 👀) But ahhh seriously, I loved this! Thank you as always for your beautiful prompts! Can’t get enough of them!

“It’s beautiful my prince!”

You stand in front of the floor length mirror admiring the new necklace the prince had brought for you. It was a gorgeous gold chain with a rose gold lotus flower charm on it.

“It looks lovely on you my lady.” His words sincere, voice as charming as ever, smile soft and regal.

It always surprised you when he honoured you with such a title, especially since you weren’t noble in anyway. You were just his maid.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Must there be one? You work so hard and don’t you deserve a token of my appreciation?”

You smile at him. Although he was royalty he was so humble and gracious about it. You were his maid but he treated you as if you and him were equals. You loved that about him. He brought you beautiful dresses and gorgeous heels, along with the most exquisite jewellery to match. He allowed you to model it all for him, loving the way they made you look. You often couldn’t wear such things outside of his room, but he kept them for you for whenever you wished to be something you weren’t. He could never resist watching you twirl for him.

“I want you to have this on you always. It’s like a good luck charm. I want you to think of me.”

“I already do my prince.”

Typically you didn’t wear his jewelled gifts outside of the room either. Niran feared you would be seen as a thief, a commoner who only sort to steal from the prince, though you did want to steal something, his heart.

“Then aren’t you just the world’s most perfect girl.”

You fell so hard for him it’s a wonder that you could still do your job. He was a massive flirt, but also kind, honest, genuine. Everything a prince should be, but often weren’t. His brother was a brat. You loved him for how he treated others and for how he prided himself on helping the environment. He was perfect, truly. One day you would confess your love for him, fantasising about running away together. Though sadly he was a prince and soon you were about to learn that the hard way.

——🪷——

“Lady Satya! Oh how lovely to see you.”

“Yes, though we do see each other rather often don’t you think?”

Lady Satya Vaswani of Vishkar. The princes closest friend. Also his betrothed lover. Niran was to marry her due to her status. She was of nobility, and a rather high up one. He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, though he could hardly complain, she was perfect for him in every way. Kind, beautiful, fierce. Niran was fairly certain she was chosen for her ability to reign him in when he got a little wild. Something she always did when they were kids. They looked like the perfect couple. And yet…

“Yes, I suppose you are right. Are you well?”

“Yes, and you Prince Niran?”

The two began to walk around the garden, Lady Satya holding on to his arm. They often loved to walk around the Biolight garden, watching the roses bloom and sneak a peak at the happy couple. These flowers were alive and of the Prince’s own creation, living light. A fascinating invention that saw the Prince propel in popularity. He saved a whole village from starvation one winter. Quite remarkable. The flowers did love the couple, wanting to grow tall whenever they were near, battling one another to sneak a glance at the prince and his lady. Such a perfect couple. And yet….

“Lovely weather we’re having my lady.”

“What’s bothering you my Prince?”

The lady stopped walking, favouring a particular rose that warmed to her right away. It’s delicate petals spreading out to show her its beauty, sharp thorns dulling to show it wasn’t a danger, scent as sweet as a real rose. It was desperate to be plucked.

“Im sorry but, I have something to confess to you.”

Unbeknownst to him you were heading out to the garden. You needed to tell the prince how you felt. He was your reason for happiness. He was so kind, so perfect, so undeniably meant for you. You needed to confess these feelings because you were sure he felt the same way, and if he didn’t, surely he could see your point. You rounded the corner and spotted him with Lady Satya, your heart sank as you heard his next words.

“I’m in love my lady.”

In love. He was in love. With.. her? Of course he was. They had known each other for years at this point. The prince spoke of her often, such sweet words, never a negative thing to say. You watched them, two lovers spending their time among the roses, laughing, giggling, chatting. She was to be his Queen. She was to give him an heir to the throne. They were built to last.

You felt sick to your stomach. You had seen enough of them to know where his heart was. You couldn’t take it anymore, so ran. Away from them. Away from the heart break. Away from him.

“I’m in love with my maid.”

“How typical of you my Prince.”

He grinned at her. She knew him better than anyone, she knew he was serious. He was practically swooning at the thought of you.

“Oh my lady, she’s the one.”

He danced around the roses, being his typical dramatic self, pouring his heart out. Singing love ballads. Lady Satya watched on in amusement at her best friend. She wasn’t thrilled at the idea of marrying him, she didn’t want the pressure of being a Queen, let alone all the duties that came with it. She was quite happy to sit back and let him enjoy this one.

“Oh she’s perfect. You should see the way she looks dressed up in fine dresses, adorned with the most beautiful jewels on her skin. Uhhh I’m in love.”

“In happy for you my Prince, but… are we not to marry? Your father will not like this.”

“You know as well as I do that this is not what we both want my lady.”

“Yes, I do believe I broke your heart with that news years ago.” She giggled.

It was true. At one point in time he was in love with her. Smitten by the idea of making her his. She had plenty of the requirements to be courted by him. She was regal and elegant, had stunning beauty, incredibly smart. But she never felt the same way. If they were to marry it wouldn’t be for romantic love. A thought that broke his heart. They would have children sure, but that would be no fun. He was torn at the thought. But then he met you, his gorgeous little maid. Oh the way he thought of you was enough to make angels cry. Too many times had he stopped himself from kissing your gorgeous lips. Too many times had he stopped himself from confessing his undying love. Too many times had he started at you, wishing he could have you instead.

“But now I have her. She’s the one. Help me convince my father to break off our agreement. I love her Satya.”

He hardly ever used her name without her title, unless it was something of high importance, such as this. He took her hands in his, gazing into her golden irises, pleading with her.

“My Prince..”

“Please.. I’m willing to drop everything for her. My wealth, title, succession, anything. I’d be willing to live a commoners life just to be with her. Do you understand how I feel? She’s the love I need in this life. If he says no.. well I might just run away anyway..”

Lady Satya gasped. What he was saying was weirder than usual, but she understood on some level. Love was often unexpected. She found herself seeing the beauty in a common life. Maybe he did too.

“I beg of you, do not deny me this request.”

“How could I refuse a direct request from you, my Prince.”

——🪷——

You had ran straight to the King, begging for an audience with him, claiming it was of the upmost importance, concerning his son. You were seen rather quickly, for the King feared his son were ill or worse. The Prince did like to get into trouble.

“My King.. I wish to resign.. I can’t work for you any longer.”

The King said nothing, expecting more from you. He wanted an explanation, surely these theatrics weren’t for nought. You drop to your knees to beg for a termination in your contract. You understood what this meant. You would be banished from the castle, forced to live elsewhere. You just couldn’t face Niran anymore.

“I’ve grown too attached.. I fear I cannot effectively work closely to the Prince any longer.. please.. I beg of you my King.”

“What’s changed. You’ve been with him for quite sometime yes? Has he done something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No my King.. the Prince is nothing but kind to me. I am but a lowly maid.. yet he treats me with such generosity..”

“I see. Very well, you shall be replaced. You may go.”

Although your heart broke, it was the right thing to do. You couldn’t work so closely with the man you loved, knowing he was promised to another. It would only get worse when he married lady Satya. You just couldn’t be around him like this anymore.

“Forgive me for the inconvenience.. My King.”

——🪷——

Niran practically ran back to his room, climbing the stone steps in his tower. The sun was set ablaze, much like his heart. He was going to confess his love for you. Lady Satya would seek an audience with the King claiming infidelity in Niran’s feelings. The King would then have no choice but to hear his son out. He would threaten to leave if nothing else worked. You were his lady. He couldn’t wait to see you, almost forgetting just how beautiful you were. He’d ask you to pick a dress, requesting you model it for him, before confessing his love to you. It would feel less pressured that way. It would feel like you were both equal in a way. He got to his door, straightening out his shirt, and tucking his hair neatly behind his ear. With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Y/N my lady I- Who are you?”

“Your new maid your highness.”

New maid. What was this person talking about. He hadn’t requested a new maid. He was so happy with the one he had. You were always so kind to him, not afraid of his status, his power.. You weren’t mindlessly serving him, you were living with him. You accepted his gifts with a smile. A smile he wouldn’t see again.

“Leave. I didn’t request a new maid.”

“Your old maid resigned your highness.”

Those words cut him deeper than any blade ever could. Why would you resign. Did he not treat you well enough? Had you met someone else? Why would you leave without saying goodbye. He tried so hard not to snap, but he just couldn’t control himself. He was in pain.

“I SAID LEAVE!” He picked up a vase of Biolight flowers and threw it at the wall in a fit of rage and heartbreak. “JUST GO!!”

The terrified maid, leaves, narrowly avoiding the pottery shards that smashed off of the wall. Niran couldn’t help but smash up his room. His desk was flipped, his notes flying everywhere. His bed sheets ripped off the bed, tearing in the process, due to the delicately thin silk. He screamed in a mix of anger and sadness. Why did you leave him? He flung his wardrobe open, tearing out the dresses he brought for you, being too critical of each one. Remarking how they weren’t pretty enough, how they looked to common. How the fabric wasn’t fancy enough. Tearing each of them into shreds before laying in the heap of fabric, scream crying for you to come back to him. His world was on fire, much like the sky that burnt so brightly as the sun began to set.

A royal knight came running to his room, hearing the prince in such distress, and seeing a maid running from his room, in tears.

“My Prince! What’s the matter?!” His thick German accent boomed over the sounds he made.

“FIND HER!” Niran screamed at him. He was shaking, practically tearing his hair out over it all. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think straight. He just needed you. “MY MAID Y/N! FIND HER! PLEASE!! PLEASE SIR WILHELM! BRING HER BACK TO ME!!”

“Yes my Prince.”

——🪷——

You walked through the forest with such childlike wonder. The trees towered above you as the suns rays penetrated down through the leaves, which gently swayed in the breeze. If you weren’t so heartbroken, this would be such a lovely memory. You thought of Niran again. He would be in his element here. His gorgeous cream hair flowing gently in the winds currents. You imagined flower petals getting caught in his hair, only adding to his beauty. Nature was his domain. Maybe that’s why you headed into the forest. A gentle reminder of the man you loved.

“You’d love it here.. wouldn’t you..”

You wondered deeper and deeper still, enchanted by all the wildflowers. Niran would know all their names, he’d recite interesting facts about each one, before getting self conscious, embrrassed by it all. He had such a pretty outlook on life. A life he shared with lady Satya now. Your eyes stung with tears. Every flower. Every tree. Every woodland creature. Everything reminded you of him. It hurt. Maybe leaving wasn’t the best idea.. What if he missed you? What if you confessed? The wind picked up and it started to rain. The gentle droplets mixed with your tears as you looked up to see a blanket of reds and pinks stretch across the sky. It was getting dark, the sun tiring from its hard days work. A gust of wind blows you forward making you lose your balance and stagger into a tree with a light thud.

Whilst the day made the forest look so heavenly, the night made it look like a bad dream. The tall trees towering over you menacingly. The moonlight shattering through the canopy, illuminating the swaying branches. Shadows looking like assassins waiting to pounce on you. You spun around, realisation hitting you straight in the face. You were lost. The dark made it so hard to tell which way you had come from. You had no food. No water. Nothing. You weren’t suppose to wonder this far into the forest. People went missing here. You would be one of them. You let out a scream, desperately hoping someone would hear you. Secretly hoping Niran would hear you, though you knew you were too far and beyond help.

——🪷——

It had been days. Days since the search for you began. Days since he saw you. He had every guard in the damn castle looking for you. His sister called him ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He was a shell of his former self. He tried to join the search too but collapsed from exhaustion. He wouldn’t eat and barely drank, so it was no wonder he collapsed. He was sent to his room to rest which only made him worse. He felt so numb. His body shook from the lack of nutrition. He was in a bad way.

Things got so bad, lady Satya had to stay with him constantly. He didn’t do much besides cry and lash out in anger. At one point he grabbed a dagger and attempted to slash his wrist, just to feel something. She grabbed the blade however, her hand getting sliced in the process. Seeing her so hurt by his actions was enough to calm him for an hour or so, before the drama started up again.

Often he went to his window, staring up at the moon. He wondered if you were looking up at it too, thinking of him. Oh how he missed you. His gorgeous maid. His lovely flower.

“I know you’re somewhere out there.. somewhere far away..”

He got so ill with worry he couldn’t care for himself. His cream hair became matted and tangled. It pained lady Satya to see him this way. In all the years she had known him, he had never let himself fall into such disarray. Even as children, he was always the best dressed and best groomed.

“Let me brush your hair for you...”

“What’s the point.. It will only get messy again my lady..”

“Oh my Prince.. It displeases me to see you this way. She’ll be found. Have hope.”

“What good is hope when I feel this way… but.. if it pleases you to brush my hair.. then do so..”

She took a brush and sat on the bed behind him. His hair was an awful mess of tangles, mats, and knots. Depression wasn’t pretty for anyone. It was raw and emotional. This is the worst she had ever seen him. It’s almost like he had died. This wasn’t the Prince she adored. He was always the loudest one in the room. Always lighting up people’s faces with his warming personality. This man however was cold and lifeless.

“Ouch..” He groaned as the brush caught on a hard tangle.

“Do forgive me.. Niran..”

It was rare she ever called him his given name. Even as children, he was always ‘my Prince’. In this moment she wanted to show him she was more to him than a noble lady. She was his best friend and would support him as such. She was gentle to brush his hair out from then on, not wanting to cause him anymore pain than he was already in.

“Thank you.. Satya..”

“Yes.. It’s going to be okay Niran. Will you please eat today?” She continued to brush his hair, seeing it transform back into its usual texture.

“No.. I won’t eat until she’s found.”

“That could be never..”

“Then I shall perish… along with any hopes of romance that I once had.”

She wanted to scold him, but just couldn’t. He was stubborn but she was persistent too. She drew him a bath herself, knowing he wouldn’t want another maid in here. Not when he was so devastated over you.

“Perhaps a warm bath..”

“No..”

“And if she comes back? You want her to see a Prince that can’t even wash himself. Even commoners wash. Are you worse than a commoner? I’ve never known you to deny a chance to relax in warm water.”

Something stirred within him. On some level she was right. She was well educated of course, but even emotionally she tried her best. He sighed and laid down, body weak from the lack of food and water.

“Please Niran.. if not for yourself then for…”

She couldn’t finish that sentence anymore. It was clear that the Prince wouldn’t function without you. He wouldn’t do anything for her as long as you were missing. All his generosity gone. All the love he held for anyone, gone.

“Hmm..?”

“If not for yourself.. then for me.. if not for me… for her..”

“I said no.. I show you kindness because you are my closest confidant, my dearest friend. Do not make me repeat myself my lady.”

She sighed, opting not the waste the water, deciding she would use it to relax herself. One of them had to remain calm in this situation, and it wouldn’t be him.

——🪷——

The royal trumpets were like a lifeline for him. He shot out of bed, and ran to his window to get a glimpse of who was returning. Sir Wilhelm was hard to miss. He was a large man with a big personality. Once he saw him, he stared so intently looking for you. He held his breath, a little too long however, causing lady Satya to smack him for being so stupid. He kept searching for you. His gorgeous maiden. His lover.

Then he saw you.

“Y/N…”

A royal guard bridal carried you, on horseback, inside the castle walls.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed, bolting out the room and down the stone steps. He passed servants and maids who gasped at the state he was in. He didn’t care. He needed to get to you. It had been almost a week. Too long in his opinion. He just needed you. His flower.

Lady Satya ran after him, as best she could in heels and floor length dress. She lifted up her skirts, and ran as fast as her heels would carry her.The pair looked ridiculous. Some even remarking that they were having a ‘lovers tiff’ or that the Prince had ‘met his match’. It was almost comical.

Finally he made it outside just as the royal guards were dismounting their horses. He must have looked so deranged, screaming and raving about some lowly maid, but he didn’t care. He stumbled down the steps, tripping and almost tumbling down the remaining ones. Lady Satya shrieked at him, cursing him for being so careless, but it would be a miracle if he ever heard her over the sound of his own heartbeat.

“Y/N I MISSED YOU! OH MY LADY YOU HAVE NO IDE-“

He was stunned to silence when he saw your unconscious body. You had lost so much weight, the colour drained from your face. Your lips as dry as a desert. You looked so grubby it was hard to see your pretty face.

“Y/N..?”

“She’s alive my Prince. Barely. We gave her some water but we weren’t sure when the last time she ate or drank was.”

It took everything in him not to scream. Not to rip you away from the guards arms and hold you so close to him. Instead he dropped to his knees eyes closed so tight he started to see colours dance around from the strain. The guards stared unsure what to do. The Prince was usually so calm, so rational.

“Take her to the clinic!” Lady Satya screamed at them. “And for goodness sake get a meal started. Honestly..”

She hurried over to comfort her Prince, knowing how much pain he was in. He silently thanked her for being his voice, something he often did for her. She helped him up, practically dragging him up the steps, her dress ripping as he stood on it, making her sigh in frustration. She kicked off her heels and hauled him up as best she could, being his crutch as they walked to the clinic.

“You have servants for a reason, you are aware?”

——🪷——

He stayed by your side the whole time you were in the clinic. He was the one to clean you up, apologising for seeing you so exposed, when you weren’t even courting. He was the one to hold your hand when doctors came to examine you. He was the one breaking down in tears every night wondering why you left. The poor man had been loosing his mind so much that doctors started to question his own sanity. He didn’t leave, he didn’t tend to his duties, he didn’t give up.

Things got so bad he would pass out regularly before waking up screaming from nightmares about you being gone again. One time he fell out of his chair and woke up on the floor and panicked that he couldn’t see you. He worried you woke up without him knowing and left.

Slowly but surely doctors convinced him to eat, claiming it would help his mental state. He refused at first but was reminded by lady Satya that if he recovered first, he could help you recover later. Food tasted too good. The flavours burning his tongue. He could barely stomach the finer foods, opting for plain porridge and dry bread. It was easier to stomach. His water intake improved slowly and he agreed to have a bath, though it pained him to leave you for mere minuets. He worried you would wake up and he wouldn’t be there. A fear he had developed.

He started to feel like his old self again, doctors remarking how much progress he made just by looking after himself. It hardly mattered to him, he only cared about you. The Prince spent his days reading to you, teaching you about flowers and different types of fauna. It was a comfort for him, one he needed.

“The deer is quite remarkable Y/N.. Have you ever seen one? They are such beautiful creatures. I was lucky enough to touch one once.. such a soft coat.. Oh my lady, if you promise to wake, I promise to take you to see one.”

Surprisingly his father stopped by, wanting to see why his son was so interesting in a common maid. He watched as the Prince held your hand tenderly, sadly smiling at your face. He noticed that his son practically lived in the clinic with you, bringing his books and his silk blanket from his room. The blanket draped so lovingly over you.

“We hardly see you anymore, Prince Niran.”

The Prince nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t realised that his father was there, too busy focusing on you. He scrambled to stand, his left hand crossing over his chest before he bowed to him.

“Father.. I.. hadn’t heard you come in..”

The King eyed you again, recognising you as the maid who resigned. He glanced back to his son, who very much looked like a deer in headlights.

“I just saw lady Satya not to long ago. She’s rather fond of you, and yet you spend all your time with this commoner. Why?”

The Prince sat down beside you again, hand running over his scalp. He couldn’t hide it any longer. He had to tell his father that he wouldn’t marry lady Satya. He had to explain how he loved you.

“Father.. me and lady Satya aren’t in love.. she’s a remarkable woman, truly a visionary...”

“But?”

“She’s a friend. A confidant. I’ll never experience true love with her. You know what that’s like, don’t you father?”

The King did know. He too had to marry a woman he didn’t love. His heart was set on another noble lady, but she had less status then Niran’s mother. It hurt him deeply to think of her now. The King sighed.

“Are you telling me, you the crown prince, heir to the throne, wish to marry a common maid.”

“Yes father.. I’m willing to give it all up. My status, my succession to the throne, my home, my wealth, my family. I love her.”

“She feels the same?”

The Prince laughed softly. He had no idea if you even felt the same way about him. Judging by the fact you kept the golden lotus necklace around your neck, he chanced a guess, praying to the gods that he was correct.

“Yes.”

“Then this must be why she resigned.” The King turned to leave the room. “Come and see me again when she wakes. We shall have a discussion.”

“Thank you father.”

——🪷——

The moment your eyes fluttered open, he was there. He had dozed off, still lovingly holding your hand. You felt dizzy, but compared to the sensation of your stomach eating itself days ago, you couldn’t complain. Prince Niran looked so peaceful asleep next to you. You wondered how long it had been, but judging by half of his things being in the clinic room, you guessed a while.

“My Prince..”

His eyes snapped open to the sound of your voice, meeting yours immediately. Overcome with joy he pounced, wrapping his arms around you like life depended on it, tears streaming.

“Oh my lady.. you scared me.. please never do that to me again. I fear my heart won’t take another round of such torturous pain.”

His words as smooth as ever. His courtship abilities strong. You wondered why you were still in the castle. You had resigned. That’s when Prince Niran explains everything to you. How he had the whole castle looking for you.

“Why did you leave.. Was I not good enough to you? I would like you to be honest. I am a Prince after all, it’s a crime to lie one. I already allow you to commit crimes on my heart.”

“You and lady Satya.. I.. didn’t want to watch as you fell in love, married and had kids. So.. I left..”

He was a bit surprised by your bluntness, but he did tell you to be honest. He was a little confused as to how you got to that conclusion, laughing softly when you mentioned the garden.

“Oh my dear. I was actually confiding in lady Satya to ask that she beg my father for a termination in our betrothal. I have eyes for another.”

“Oh..”

“If it wasn’t clear, my lady, that someone is you.”

You swore your heart stopped. He loved you. He was breaking off his engagement with lady Satya for you. He wanted to be with you. He could tell you were stunned, so he probed a little further.

“I am hoping that, well, you feel the same way I do my lady?”

“I- Yes.. but.. what about lady Satya?”

“She never was interested in me romantically. Hand on heart, she hates the idea of marriage and kids, and responsibility over the stupid things I do.”

He was so dramatic, but he did bring warmth to your cheeks. You let your mind wonder of what life could be like with him. He could look after you, like your parents always wanted for you. You missed them, but now they wouldn’t worry. You didn’t need comfort, luxury or finer things. You just needed Prince Niran.

“So? My lady, may I court you?”

Your lips landed on his. Fireworks exploding in his mind and yours. It was a pleasant Suprise for him. He could hardly complain. His shaky hands cupped your cheeks deepening the kiss, craving more of you. Your hands tangled up in his hair, wanting the same. His tongue felt so good against your own. Like it was made for just you. It was your first kiss and it felt so perfect, so right, so needed.

When you pulled away you caught a glimpse of him panting softly, eyes opening to stare at your lips again. A small smoulder appearing on his face before pulling you close for another kiss, deciding that one was no where near enough. He needed more of you. All of you.

——🪷——

“I promise you my lady, no matter what happens, I won’t let him belittle you.”

“I’m scared my prince..”

He squeezed your hand tighter, smiling at his pretty little maid all dressed up in a beautiful dress. He took pride in replacing all the ones he had destroyed. The new ones were much nicer anyhow. This one was a deep lavender with gold adornments. The bodice had lace flowers stitched into it, forming the most gorgeous sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were a ballooned shape, made of lavender lace with tiny Biolight vines sewn in. The skirt itself covered with gold stitched to form beautiful flowery shapes and vines. It was beautiful on you. Niran had it made especially for you. Lady Satya helped you change and even offered to do your hair, fixing a Biolight rose above your ear. Both of them did what they could, wanting you to look your best for an audience with the King and court.

“Oh don’t fear, you have not one, but two nobles in your corner! Yes, one’s a Prince and your lover.. and the other wants me to shut up… but wait till you see us persuade him!”

“Dramatic as ever my Prince.” Lady Satya rolled her eyes.

“Naturally.”

You weren’t so convinced that the King would say yes. The entire way to the throne room you panicked that he would laugh at you and call you nothing but a commoner. A lowly girl that wasn’t fit to marry a prince. Prince Niran however had a spring in his step. Lady Satya rolling her eyes again as he dramatically flung the throne room doors open, stunning the whole court to silence.

“Father!”

Confidence dripped off him. He was oozing with pride as he presented you to the court. You step forward, your heart pounding. Many people gasped and whispered about how you were just a commoner playing dress up, and how shameful this was for lady Satya, to see her fiancé so blatantly pining for another. You felt so out of place, wanting to run away again, and yet lady Satya took your hand and lead you further into the room.

“You know why I am here father. I wish to marry this woman. I will give up my status, wealth, place in line to the throne. Please father, your blessing.”

“What say you lady Satya? You seem rather calm about this.”

“With all due respect your highness, the Prince just isn’t someone I’m in love with romantically. I am honoured and humbled by you, but no, I do not wish for this life.”

The King stared at you with intense eyes, watching to see if you crumbled under the pressure. Instead you stepped forward and curtsied as best you could, holding the position until he told you otherwise.

“Rise my dear. Prince Niran, is this really what you want?”

“More than anything in the world father.”

“You’re willing to give it all up yes?”

“Right now if needed.”

He took off his crown and placed it neatly on the floor, taking a step back to show he cuts tied with it all. He was very serious about this. He didn’t want to run away in secret. He wanted a blessing.

“Very well. Then you shall have my blessing.”

The Prince turned to you, lifting you up and spinning you around in delight, before lowering you for a warm hug. You were stunned. You came in here prepared to fight for him. It was too easy. You couldn’t believe it. He so desperately wanted to kiss you, but thought it was best saved for a moment of privacy. He took your hand in his and turned to leave.

“Niran.”

“Yes father?”

“Pick up your crown. See that you show her the proper royal way to behave. If she is to be Queen someday then she’ll need the lessons.”

“You mean..?”

“No one said you had to give up your royalty. You’re a smart man, so see she learns fast. She’ll have to impress the court on your wedding day after all.”

Overjoyed, he bows, holding it for at least ten seconds before thanking his father and rising. You had no idea that this would be the outcome. Never in a million years, and yet, you were to be a Princess, and one day Queen of the court.

A fairy tale come true.

——🪷——

“How are you feeling my lady?”

“Scared. Shocked. Surprised. Take your pick.”

“Yes, it is a bit much isn’t it. The pressure will wear off soon. Once we have the wedding and have our first child-“

“Child?!”

Prince Niran grins. He was kidding. Children were important in a royal relationship, but he was happy to wait. Still the thought of having children with him someday wasn’t so bad. He was gorgeous in every way, your children would inherit that, you were sure.

“So my gorgeous little maid, will you marry me then?”

You watch as your gorgeous Prince drops to one knee, holding the most beautiful ring you had ever laid eyes on. The jewel itself was alive with a tiny Biolight lotus, that pulsed with power, enticing you to put it on. His smile was like starlight. He really loved you.

“Oh my sweet Prince. Did you really have to ask? Of course I’ll marry you.”

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