#Jonah hauer-king imagine

[meetmyothersouls]

yes okay Jonah hauer king coming your way!

What about an little fluff fic, coming home after a hard stressful day at work, and you’ve cooked a lovely meal for the both of you (wine included) and all Jonah wants is to cuddle and relax

I’m so happy to be making content for Jonah as well!

Bed

Warnings: fluff, kissing, neck kissing

Domestic life with Jonah fell into place nicely and actually quite easily. You were worried that his newly heightened fame would put pressure on your relationship, but it actually did the opposite, the two of you were closer than ever. You still got butterflies even thinking about Jonah.

After all The Little Mermaid buzz had calmed down, Jonah was finally going to have some down time, maybe even a little mini “vacation” before his next project started. You decided to kick it all off with a nice home made dinner. You chose to make the lasagna recipe you got from your grandma; a recipe that had proven to be Jonah’s favorite over the last few years and since he wasn’t due home for a few hours, you had just enough time to make it.

After a good forty-five minutes of prep and assembly, the lasagna was finally in the oven. You set the table complete with the ‘nice candles’ for ambiance, and turned to the wine rack to get his favorite bottle, of course placed all the way at the top where only Jonah’s six foot stature could reach. You stood on your top toes, but your fingers barely grazed the bottle.

“Need some help with that?” Jonah asked, startling you directly into the wine rack. “Whoa!” He laughed as he steadied you and the wine rack. You turn around and look up at him as he flashes you his sweet smile.

“You’re early,” you said to him, placing your palm to his chest and standing on your tip toes, this time to kiss him.

“Caught an earlier flight to get back to you sooner,” Jonah replied, barely taking his lips off yours to do so. “And now, all I wanna do is get you to bed.”

You melted into his body as his hands braced your back and pressed you into him. He kissed you deeper, groaning as you pulled away. “Beddd,” Jonah whined.

“But I made us dinner,” you whined back. “Don’t you want to eat first?”

“Mmm, what if we ate it in the morning?” He asked.

You laughed against his lips just as the oven beeped three times. “It’s lasagna, Jonah.”

You took the dish out of the oven and placed it on a couple of pot holders to avoid scorching the counter tops.

“Well I guess I can make an exception for that,” Jonah said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, almost making you change your mind. “But, as soon as we’re done I want you in our bed for the next…I dunno…eight days at least.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said.

And it really did.

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It's Happening

I know it has been far too long and I'm very sorry about that, but I suddenly had some inspiration and this imagine came out of nowhere. This is finally a new Jonah Hauer-King imagine for you all and I hope you will like it.

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Summary: It's time for (Y/n) and Jonah to have their second baby together, but things progress a lot faster than they expected.

Enjoy.

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A deep, rumbling breath pushed past (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her weight off the wall and tried to straighten up again. Turning on her heels, (Y/n) slowly twisted to face the bathroom again.

Her nails scratched into the doorframe to stabalise herself as she peered around the door. The burning feeling igniting in her abdomen died down a little when her eyes locked with Amelia. The toddler was sat in the bath, a wide grin on her face and about four small, plastic cups floating around in the bubbles with her.

When the contraction got more intense, (Y/n) had moved to the doorway so she was still within sight of the three year old, but Amelia wouldn't be able to see her broken expression or notice the pain on her features.

"Are you finally finished?" She tried to force herself to smile but the constant twinges rolling through her stomach made it hard to pretend.

Amelia looked like she wanted to protest, but the water was finally going cold and she knew that her mum wouldn't refill the bath again. So she nodded and dropped the plastic cups so they floated in the water, drifting around the bath like little boats in the ocean.

For almost three hours now, (Y/n) had been feeling labour pains and she felt horrid pacing the house and trying to continue so Amelia wouldn't panic. She had taken to pacing up and down the house while Jonah called his parents to see if they could watch Amelia for them. It wouldn't be ideal to take her to the hospital with them.

They both knew it would be time to leave soon. (Y/n)'s water had already broken and the contractions were finally getting closer together. They would have to go and drop Amelia off soon so they could make it to the hospital.

(Y/n) knew she had a good chance of this labour going a bit swifter since it was their second one. And now the contractions were lining up, it was finally time to get a move on. They had been in labour for two days with Amelia before things finally started to speed up and (Y/n) had been praying it would go quicker this time.

"Okay," She tried to keep herself smiling as she grabbed a towel from the rack and leaned over the bath. Usually (Y/n) would have knelt down beside the bath to play for a while but she couldn't sit still in this much pain without worrying Amelia. She had been pacing the room and leaning over the bath to try and play rather than sitting down beside her.

She knew Amelia had been a bit upset that her mum wasn't playing or interacting with her as much right now.

A quiet 'oh' left her lips when Amelia wrangled her arms around her neck and started to giggle. She curved the towel around the toddler's middle and bit down on her lip, trying to brace her back and steady herself so she could lift her out the bath.

"Just what are you two ladies up to?" Jonah's voice rang out in the bathroom and made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter, despite the pains tearing her apart from the inside out.

She set Amelia down on the bath mat just as she felt Jonah's hands on her hips and his lips on her shoulder.

She was grateful when he weaved around her and moved to crouch down in front of their three year old. Effectively taking (Y/n)'s place so she didn't have to kneel down and try to get her dried and dressed.

A cheeky grin lit up Amelia's face and when Jonah leaned in to brush his nose against hers, she tilted her head forward, rubbing some of the bubbles off her hair and onto his curls instead. The motion caused his eyes to scrunch up tight and he grinned, feeling the dampness soaking into his hair and sticking to his forehead.

"Thanks, baby." He murmured through a laugh and pulled the towel tighter around her so he could start to get her dried.

They hadn't told her that (Y/n) was in labour yet, mainly because Amelia was only three and she wasn't going to understand what was going on. And they didn't want her to worry or get confused. All she knew was that soon, she would be spending the day with her grandparents and having a sleepover.

Once she was there, they would explain that when she went back home, her baby brother or sister would be there too.

(Y/n) kissed the top of Amelia's head and squeezed Jonah's shoulder before she slowly waddled out of the room, using the wall as leverage to stay upright.

Her lips curved into a tense smile when she glanced around her bedroom. Jonah had found the hospital bag and got it out ready and by the looks of it, he had been rummaging through the bag to make sure it held everything they needed. She had a feeling that the car seat from the nursery was now strapped in the car too.

He was prepared. And excited.

She moved towards the bed and leaned forward to press her forearms down into the mattress. Her lower back arched out and her knees bent down a little as she tried to relieve the tension rattling through her body in waves. (Y/n) tried to slow down her breaths and take deep intakes but it only made her head go fuzzy and her knees started to shake. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) kept her forehead against her arms on the bed and tucked her chin into her chest. Groaning deeply when a particular pain tore through her stomach.

"Not long now," She whispered quietly to herself, repeating the words over and over like a mantra to stop herself from crying out or feel like she was going insane.

Her body jumped when she felt a hand on the small of her back and with her head tilted down onto her arms, a shiver bolted down her spine when Jonah kissed her exposed neck. His hands moved to cup her hips and his lips stayed against her neck as he curved around her like a comforting blanket.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" His words made her neck tingle and his voice was oddly quiet yet still melodic. Almost anything Jonah said to her was like a melody to (Y/n)'s ears; maybe that was because of all the times she had heard him sing.

"I'm-" Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bit down on her lip and smothered a scream into the mattress.

Jonah's arms moved to curve round her stomach and he kissed the spot just behind her ear, keeping tight hold of her just in case her knees gave way. He didn't want her dropping down on her knees and hurting herself or not being able to get back up.

"I forgot h-how much this hurts," (Y/n) almost laughed as she bent her knees forward and switched her weight from foot to foot to distract herself.

It had only been three years ago since they had Amelia and while the memory of that day was burned into the back of (Y/n)'s mind, the pain had long since been forgotten. The last two hours of Amelia's birth, (Y/n) couldn't remember being in pain. All she could remember was the blood, the way she blacked out and the overwhelming relief she felt when it was finally over.

"Come here," Jonah's voice tickled the shell of (Y/n)'s ear and he gently reeled (Y/n) up off the bed and turned her until she was leaning into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of her head while her hands scrunched up in his shirt, almost tearing through the thin cotton.

Leaning his head back, Jonah tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s waist when she slid down against his chest a little. He felt the way she meshed her face into his chest while she tried to arch her back out in a vain attempt to make the pain more bearable.

"I think it's time to go." He murmured softly against the top of her head. The pains were clearly getting worse and that meant they needed to get a move on.

Turning around, Jonah carefully walked (Y/n) back until she was sat down on the bed. His lips pressed against her temple for a few moments before he unravelled from her and leaned down to be level with her.

"I'll go get madam in the car, then I'll come back for you." There was a teasing tone to his voice but (Y/n) nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved to cup the side of his face and she pulled him close for a kiss before she let him go and watched him jog out the bedroom.

Amelia was right where he left her, sat in front of her bed with one of her toys on her lap and her matching curls askew on her head, still damp. But Jonah didn't have the time to dry her hair and try to put it into ringlets or bobbles or make a style like he usually did.

"Are we ready to go to nanas?" He crouched down and held her sides as she nodded and jumped up into his arms. "And you know I'll be back to get you in the morning, yeah?"

He had already told her but he didn't want Amelia to worry or ask where he and (Y/n) were if she forgot when they were coming back to pick her up. And it depended on how long labour took and how well (Y/n) and the baby were to whether Jonah would be picking her up tomorrow morning or in the afternoon. His parents didn't mind either way.

"Yeah," Amelia nodded and giggled when Jonah reached out and found her back pack he had packed for her a while ago. He looped the Little Mermaid bag on her shoulders and pecked her temple.

He scanned his eyes around the bedroom until he found the chunky purple headphones on the chest of drawers. He hooked them over his wrist before he took Amelia's hand and guided her out of the room.

Jonah didn't like the thought of (Y/n) being in pain and trying to bite back a cry or a groan as not to worry Amelia. If their daughter had her headphones on it would distract her and give (Y/n) a bit of leeway.

Once they were downstairs, Amelia held onto Jonah's trouser leg and lifted one foot up so he could put her shoes on her feet.

"Come here," He cooed, scooping her up into his arms before he opened the door. She had a tendency to rush out the door ahead of him and he didn't want her running off.

She burst into a fit of giggles as Jonah held her against his chest with one arm bound around her waist. And she began to squirm and squeal when he leaned down and blew raspberry kisses into her damp hair before he opened the car. He grabbed the car seat, yanking it across so it was behind the passenger seat so the toddler wouldn't be able to see (Y/n) in any pain.

"There we go, gorgeous."

Once she was buckled in, Jonah set the headphones on her ears and switched them on before he headed back inside.

He took a deep breath, raising one brow as he glared when he looked up the stairs and found (Y/n) sitting at the top of the stairs. One hand bound around the bannister and the other pressed against her stomach. She had her head on the bannister and tears welling up in her eyes.

"I told you to wait for me." He scolded softly while he ascended up the stairs until he was crouched in front of her. He said he would come back and help her, she should of just waited for him.

(Y/n) mumbled an apology before Jonah held her hands and reeled her up off the bannister so he could loop her arms around his neck instead and let her lean on him. His hands found her hips and he squeezed tightly before he moved to stand up, carefully easing her up with him.

It felt strange for Jonah to walk down the stairs backwards, but he wanted to keep hold of (Y/n) and make sure she was okay.

His smile was enough to calm her down and she leaned her temple on his shoulder, letting him take some of her weight as he eased her down the stairs. It felt like she was sliding down the stairs rather than walking, but it worked.

"Alright, bag, car seat, wallet, keys, you and Lia. What am I forgetting?"

Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, Jonah slid (Y/n)'s slide-on shoes in front of her as they would be the easiest pair to get on.

While (Y/n) squeezed his shoulders and managed to get into her shoes, Jonah moved one hand to pat down his pockets and look around the hallway.

He had his wallet and keys in his pockets, their bag and Amelia's bag were in the car. The baby seat was there, Amelia was strapped in and (Y/n) was right here in his arms. He felt like he was forgetting something, or more like there had to be something he was forgetting because he had gotten this far with everything going on track.

"Phone?" (Y/n) muttered while she tilted her head back and looked up at him through hazy eyes when another contraction split through her muscles and had her coiling over.

"Phone." Jonah repeated but when he patted his other pocket, he nodded. He had it on him and he had enough charge to get him through the day. "Okay, off we go sweetheart."

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(Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back while one hand curled into a fist and pressed out against the dashboard. Her stomach tensed and her back straightened out like she was a piece of wood that wouldn't bend.

She could feel her teeth scraping against her lower lip that had already split and had the first few layers of skin ripped off so she didn't scream.

A deep groan rumbled past her lips and she reached her free hand down, moving her trembling fingersdown the side of the chair until she found the lever to tilt the chair back. She wanted to feel like she was laying down to see if it would ease the tension in her back. Her knees were already pressing out into the dashboard and her body had succumb to trembling during the last ten minutes or so.

Reaching across, Jonah laid his hand down on (Y/n)'s thigh and tried to give a tight squeeze. There wasn't much he could do in the way of comfort or to soothe (Y/n) when he was driving, but he was trying.

His eyes cast up to the rear-view mirror and he looked in the back. His smile melted into something sweet and his eyes creased at the corners when he looked at Amelia. The toddler was rocking her head back and forth to the music coming through her headphones. It was a Disney playlist and every now and then she would blast out a few lyrics as if she thought her parents could hear the music too.

Her arms were bound around her teddy, pinning it to her chest while she looked out the window.

"Babe, p-please hurry up." (Y/n) desperately tried to stop her voice from coming out in a horrid whine but she couldn't help the way her voice broke and her tone came out with a razor sharp edge.

She didn't know how much longer she could last in the car. It was supposed to take half an hour to get to Jonah's parent's house.

They had been driving for well over an hour now and (Y/n) was starting to get worried. The contractions were almost every other minute now and she was growing discontent and wallowing in agony. They had to hurry up or they weren't going to make it to check in to the maternity ward in time.

"I'm trying, love, I swear. There's roadworks everywhere."

Jonah gave her thigh another squeeze before he reached out for his phone clipped into the holder beside the steering wheel.

There were work men all down the motorway and they were getting stuck in traffic no matter what road he turned onto. Right now they were moving about ten miles an hour in a seventy mile zone. Jonah couldn't speed up the traffic or make them pull over to let him past.

Even though he wanted to ring the emergency line and get them to make a difference here on the road and help him speed down the motorway.

He got onto the app on his phone for maps and put in his parent's address. Of course, he knew the way off by heart but the app on his phone would have updates for road works and accidents. It could find them a quicker route and avoid all this traffic.

"Is she okay?" (Y/n) huffed through each word and did her best to open her eyes, but she couldn't dare crane her head to try and look behind her. She didn't want Amelia to see the agony written across her face.

She focused on gaging Jonah's reaction instead. The way his smile widened when he looked in the mirror again to catch sight of Amelia. She watched his eyes crease at the sides and that sparkle ignite in his pupils and how his blushing pink lips rolled together like he was trying to dampen down his smile that was hidden behind the beginning of stubble.

"She's fine, in her own world."

"Good." It wasn't ideal to have their daughter in the car with them, but at least she wasn't paying any attention to what was happening.

She was relieved Jonah had packed their maternity bag over a month ago in his haste and excitement for their second baby to arrive. It meant they didn't have to rush around today or at any point this week to get ready.

"The route planner says to keep going this way and get off at the next junction, I don't know how long that will be. We should be there soon."

His fingers began to strum against the steering wheel and he knew if he didn't have his feet on the pedals, his shoes would be tapping out a melody too. He had been humming to the radio every now and then and he wanted to start singing to calm himself down, but he didn't. He ended up turning the radio off when it became too distracting.

Jonah was used to looking in the back seat and singing along with Amelia, she never got the words right but she had the starting of a melodic voice. And he loved when she would belt out tunes with him and try to harmonise. It always made Jonah blush and melt when Amelia begged him to sing because she absolutely loved the sound of his voice.

They moved at a snails pace which felt like they were curb-crawling and Jonah groaned, tilting his head back as his legs started to cramp up from excessive driving at such a slow pace. He was constantly switching from second gear down to first when they barely moved at all.

But his head twisted to the left when (Y/n) groaned and started to shimmy from side to side. She looked desperately uncomfortable when he snook a glance across at her, but it was the panic on her face that made Jonah's heart stutter in his chest.

"Ohh,"

"What, what's wrong?"

"I wanna push," (Y/n) lolled her head to the right and looked up at Jonah through watering eyes that were blurring and going dizzy from agony.

"What?" Jonah's eyes widened and he snapped his head to look over at her. They weren't at that stage yet. They couldn't be. (Y/n) just had to try and stay calm and settled and he would get her to the maternity ward as soon as they dropped Amelia off at his parent's house. He would run their daughter in and run back out again to be as quick as possible.

She could push once they were in hospital when a midwife told her to, not here in the car.

"No, no sweetheart don't do that. Come on, deep breaths," Jonah reached his hand out, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek and down the side of her neck that was flushed with a sheen of sweat and burning hot to the touch.

He moved his hand up until he cupped the back of her neck, lacing his fingers into her hair to try and keep her calm and do something to help because he felt useless right now. But he didn't like the way she choked out a moan and tensed next to him. She pushed up on the edge of the seat and dug her hands into the chair, unsure what to do with herself.

Her teeth chattered together and a very forced breath spat past her lips but the way she twisted her body and tensed her stomach made Jonah flinch.

"It's okay-"

"Jonah, it's happening." The way she said his name had his nerves igniting like they had been set on fire and he visibly shivered in his seat.

He hated the look of agony plastered across her face and how she writhed and slammed back down in her chair. He was expecting his wife to contort into a strange shape like a circus act at any given moment.

She wasn't going to make it to his parent's house and hold off until they got to the hospital. Her body was telling her to push and from their past experience, (Y/n) knew that meant she was ready whether they wanted to do this now or not. She didn't know how to tell her body to wait and hold off. She couldn't squeeze her legs together and hope for the best, it wasn't going to work.

"Christ… okay, change of plans."

Reaching across, Jonah clicked on his phone and changed the location before he clicked on the indicator and veered off into the inside lane.

"Babe?" The unease in (Y/n)'s voice was clear and she turned to look at him while she slid down a little in her seat.

"Hospital it is." He twisted to look behind him, checking the lane before he took a chance and sped into the next lane, revving the engine before he switched into a higher gear. If (Y/n) felt like they were close, he would change their destination and aim for the hospital and he wasn't going to get there waiting in this traffic.

He would take the next junction coming up and hope that his phone would find them the fastest route and get them there in time.

He carded his fingers through his hair, toussling the curls and pushing them back on his head while he turned off the junction and got back onto a single road. But he was dismayed to find there was still traffic here too. At least they were moving faster, and now going in another direction.

He would have to call his parents and ask them to meet them at the hospital. Amelia was going to have to come with them and wait until his parents could come and collect her.

"How are you doing?" The tension in his voice was audible and he snook a glance across at her.

"I need to push." He could barely hear her words when she smothered her palm over her mouth to muffle a cry. She was beginning to feel desperate, there was nothing else she could do but try to push. Her body was aching with a desperate need to have the baby now.

Leaning to the right, (Y/n) twisted round and flapped her hand around behind their seats. She knew she caught their daughter's eye and the toddler leaned forward to see what her mum was trying to grab from the floor.

(Y/n) shakily pointed towards the blanket on the back seat and Amelia grabbed the fluffy blue fleece blanket, handing it over with a loud "Here mummy," because the music was loud in her ears.

The toddler went straight back to looking out the window and continued to sway and rock her head in time with her music.

Once she had the blanket, (Y/n) leaned back in her seat and thrashed around to try and lay the blanket over her legs and abdomen. She could feel Jonah's eyes on her and when she looked up, he was barely glancing at the road, fully focused on watching what she was up to.

"Eyes on the road." She murmured, reaching her hand out to brush her thumb along his cheek so she could push his head back in the direction of the windscreen. They didn't need a crash or a near-accident happening with Jonah being distracted. He had to get them to hospital.

(Y/n) pressed her feet down into the footwell and lifted her hips up enough so she could shimmy out of her shorts and underwear. This wasn't dignified and she didn't want to be doing this at all, but she didn't have any other choice. Her body wanted to have the baby now.

She heard Jonah mumbling "Oh God," under his breath and the tapping on the wheel became erratic when he snook glances at her.

He could see the chair was tilted back as far as it would go without leaning on Amelia who was utterly oblivious, much to their relief. His eyes dragged over (Y/n)'s frame, noting the way her shirt was sliding down one arm, her head was pressing back into the chair and her eyes were screwed shut.

The agony was evident on her face and the way she was arching her thighs off the chair, bracing her weight between her shoulders and her feet.

The cry she let out shocked Jonah and made him jerk in his seat because so far (Y/n) had been reduced to whimpers and groans. A sudden cry was a shock to his system.

He tried to reach his hand out and grip her thigh, desperate to provide some sort of comfort but he could feel how tightly her muscles were tensing up and how she was tremoring back and forth.

"How- how much longer?" The tepid sound of her voice made Jonah wince and his heartstrings pulled in agony.

He didn't really want to tell her. He didn't want to say that it would be fifteen minutes or more to the hospital, depending on the traffic and if they hit any red lights.

He settled on "Not long," but they both knew that was code for longer than they would of liked.

Jonah began to scratch his hand along his chin, rubbing the light beard he was starting to grow out. He didn't like this. Even if they had left earlier, they would still of been stuck in traffic. This seemed to be inevitable and labour was unpredictable as it was, they couldn't tell exactly how long this would take or when (Y/n) would be ready. This was just their type of luck.

"Ooh, p-please," (Y/n) wasn't quite sure what she was asking for, but when Jonah's hand suddenly appeared in front of her, something sparked within her. He sensed what she needed and he had a moment to hold her hand.

She interlaced their fingers and gripped tight, holding his hand against her chest while her other hand gripped the door handle and she pushed. Her chin tucked down and her eyes closed as she groaned, trembling and panting.

Her knees bent out at the sides, pressing into the dash near the gear box and her other knees bashed into the door harsh enough to leave a mark, but it helped pin her body in place and let her push with more effort.

Words and rambles past her lips and when Jonah reluctantly let go of her hand to change gear, she cried.

"It's okay, you're doing great sweetheart."

"Jonah, babe it- it's-" Another cry blundered past her lips as she leaned forward just a little and slid her shaking hands beneath the blanket she draped over herself for modesty. She was more relieved than ever that Jonah had put a towel down on the seat before she got in the car.

Her shoulders trembled and she felt like she was going to vibrate and tremble until she started to fall apart. But gasping breaths fluttered against her lips and she snapped her blurring eyes open to look up at Jonah.

"T-the head's out." She could barely find the ability to speak, but voicing those words felt like she was speaking a foreign language.

This was not how either of them expected to have their second child, here, alone in the car with their toddler in the backseat. (Y/n) didn't expect to be the one delivering her own baby. In the worst case scenario she thought maybe Jonah might have to deliver their baby, but that was a far fetched worry she thought about. Having this baby in a car wasn't ideal and she had no one helping or coaching her through this.

"Oh God." Jonah looked over at her and he wasn't sure why he was surprised that he couldn't see the head. He knew there was a blanket draped around her, but he still seemed shocked that he couldn't see it happening.

Maybe his mind was trying to contradict him. He couldn't see their second child so maybe it wasn't happening and (Y/n) was wrong. He doubted it, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Sweetheart, w- what do you want me to do? Pull over or keep driving?"

It was her choice, Jonah would do whatever she told him. If (Y/n) wanted him to pull over and try help deliver the baby then he would gladly do that. But if she wanted him to keep driving to get them to the hospital quicker, he would do that and try to coax her through this situation.

"Drive." She spat the word out against her better judgement. (Y/n) wanted Jonah's help, she wanted his hand in hers and his voice and his attention helping to deliver their baby. But she didn't want to stop, they had to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

"Okay." He shifted up a gear after turning off onto a new road and reached over to rest his hand on (Y/n)'s thigh.

When Jonah tore his eyes off the road to look at his wife, she had once again slouched back in the seat. Her arms were hidden beneath the blanket but he could see every part of her was vibrating and shaking. And she was switching between panting and crying with each pain that tore through her.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart. Almost there,"

(Y/n) briefly leaned her cheek on Jonah's arm before he went back to holding the steering wheel. She could hear Amelia singing the wrong words to a disney song but after a few seconds, static and a horrid ringing noise overtook her hearing.

A choked groan left her lips and she opened her eyes, leaning her head down as she started to gasp. Her hands trembled worse when she felt the baby slither between her thighs and she tried to hold them, but she didn't really know what to do. (Y/n) didn't want to grip too tight and hurt them but if she had a loose grip and they slid through her hands, she would hurt them.

"They're h-here."

She was sure she heard Jonah praise "Good girl," through a laugh, but his voice was distant over the constant bells ringing in her ears.

She tossed her head back into the seat and reeled her shaking arms up, using her elbows to nudge the blanket out the way so she could lift the newborn up. Fear overtook (Y/n) at the thought of not knowing what to do if their baby didn't start to breathe or if they choked or didn't move at all.

But all those worries washed away when she watched the newborn's lips part and little breaths mewled past their lips.

"A boy," She gasped happily before she carefully eased him down onto her chest, feeling utterly drained.

His head tucked beneath her neck and she felt tears begin to soak down her face when little gasps turned to mewling cries against her chest. And she could feel his arms batting against her chest while his legs curled into her abdomen.

It took all the effort she had to drag the blanket up higher so it was around their boy and she began patting her shaking hand on his back softly to coax him to keep crying. Thank God he was breathing, (Y/n) wouldn't of had the strength to clear his airways and try to get him breathing on her own.

"You've done it. You've done amazing, sweetheart, oh God."

It was the hardest thing for Jonah to keep his eyes on the road for their turn-off when all he wanted to do was look over at his wife who looked like a Goddess in his eyes.

She had done that. She had given birth in the car. She did that on her own and he hadn't been able to help or do very much for her at all. But clearly (Y/n) hadn't needed his help, she had amazed him.

"Are you okay?" There was a sense of urgency in Jonah's voice and he managed to tear his eyes across to (Y/n) and for a brief moment, he brushed his fingers across her cheek. He could feel the heat radiating off of her and how she was panting like she had run a marathon, but she looked relatively okay in his humble opinion.

(Y/n) didn't trust her voice so she settled on humming and she tilted her head down to kiss the top of their boy's head while her arms cocooned around him, holding him tighter to reassure herself that he was okay.

Tilting his head back, Jonah snook a glance in the mirror to look at their daughter. Amelia was now trying to peer into the front, but it was clear by her placid expression that she had no idea about the miracle that just happened.

(Y/n) felt like going to sleep for a week and she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sound of their son's breathing and the little cries he let out into her chest. She breathed harshly against the top of his head and let her body relax, allowing her legs to slump down rather than being tensed and straight like planks of wood.

And when she felt the car slowing down after a minute or two, she opened her eyes and looked out the window. They were arriving at the hospital. Better late than never.

Jonah pulled up in the nearest space he could get to the maternity ward and once the engine was turned off, he felt like a fish out of water. His legs were trembling, his knees and lower legs were aching from constantly changing gear and pedals. And his hands started to shake as he whipped off his belt and twisted in his seat to look over at (Y/n).

He could finally look at her, really look, and take her in without the risk of crashing the car.

He leaned over the console until one trembling hand slid behind her neck, cupping her skin with his thumb tangling in her hair. He merged his wet lips with her burning temple, kissing her skin like his life depended on it while he couldn't refrain from smiling into her skin.

And his free hand reached down to rest over the top of her hand that was cradling their little boy. His thumb stroked up and down her hand and he looked down at the new life starting to settle down and yawn into (Y/n)'s chest.

"My stunning wife." He murmured against her skin and took a moment to close his eyes.

But his eyes swiftly opened and looked behind him when he felt a small pair of hands gripping his arm. He found Amelia had wriggled out of her belt and was leaning on the edge of her car seat, headphones now discarded on the seat next to her when she realised she was missing out on some love and attention.

"Daddy…" Her voice was quiet and melodic like she was singing his name and she wrapped her hands around his bicep so she could lean into him and stare up at him with those little round eyes.

One look around them ensured she had no idea where they were or what they were doing now. This wasn't her nana's home.

A grin spread across Jonah's lips and he took the time to kiss Amelia's cheek which made her giggle and lean into him further.

"Do you want to see your new brother?"

[amaretigris]

Prince Eric & Jonah Hauer-King Masterlist

Prince Eric

Mermaid Tears Angst & fluff

A Very Unprincely Honeymoon Fluff & smut

Fish in the Sea Angst & smut

Too Long Pure smut

I Still Get Jealous Angst & smut

Everything Angst & fluff

Pampered Filthy smut

Waves Pure fluff

Waves Part 2 Fluff & smut

Yearning Angst & fluff

Scenery Angst, fluff, & smut

My Little Mermaid Pure fluff

Friction Series Angst, smut, & fluff

Getaway Series Angst & fluff

The Sea Witch's Curse Series Angst, fluff, & smut

Toe the Line Series Fluff

Jonah Hauer-King

Being with Jonah Hauer-King Fluff & smut

The Lure Pure smut

Pregnancy Reveal Imagine Angst & fluff

Sexting with Jonah Hauer-King Pure smut

Sexting Part 2 Pure smut

Comfort Imagine with Jonah Hauer-King Pure fluff

Near Perfection Pure fluff

Adulation Smut implied

Adulation Part 2 Pure smut

Waking Up with Jonah Fluff & smut implied

Sunshine Pure fluff

Gravity Fluff & angst

The Long Game Angst & smut implied

A New Adventure Angst & fluff

All In Fluff & smut suggestion

Trick Shot Pure smut

Dreamy Angst & fluff

Dreamy Part 2 Pure fluff

Motion Picture Pure smut

An Ancient Attraction Series Angst & fluff

Camping Series Fluff, smut, & angst

Crater Series Angst, fluff, & smut

Developpe Series Angst, fluff, & smut

Knock-down, Drag-out Series Angst, fluff, & smut

The Possibility of You Series Angst, fluff, & smut

[jhkfan123]

𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐼𝛰𝑁

JHKFAN123

requests open! (and encouraged)

jhkfan123 sign: aquarius minor 🥂🌷🎀

currently writing for: tom blyth, coriolanus snow

i do write:

fem!reader character/actor x reader romance fluff angst one shots full length series(s)

i do not write:

heavy smut (a tiny bit is ok) polyamory pedophillia male!reader

masterlist below!

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

ENCHANTED - TOM BLYTH

preface & chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

story complete

CORIOLANUS SNOW

money, power glory

you're losing me

scandal

million dollar man

don't forget me (like the others)

after last night

big shot

dress

phantom

more coming soon!

TOM BLYTH

because i liked a boy

more coming soon!

[escapingrealityforamoment]

-Masterlist-

Hello loves, here is my masterlist for far! 

Jonah Hauer-King

Head-canon #1

Head-canon #2

A Whirlwind Of Emotions

Neighbors 

Attending The Little Mermaid Premiere

Shy Kisses

An Interview Connection

Capturing His Attention

Meeting and Falling In Love

Capturing Hearts

Love Letter #1

Love Letter #2

Accidental Encounter

Thinking Of The Future 

Jealous Jonah On Set

Cute and Cuddly 

Friends To Lovers

Royal Romance 

Midnight Rain*Inspired by the song from Taylor Swift*

Meeting in Galway(A potential part two may be happening)

Pregnancy Reveal

Taking Care Of You

The Wedding Series 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Speak Now Series(Jonah's version)

Back To December

Conrad Fisher

Beach Rain Shower

Snowfall On The Beach

Playlist #1

Playlist #2

Friends With Benefits

Love Letter #1 

Falling In Love*Inspired by Paper Rings*

Meeting Him

Keeping A Secret

A Whirlwind Romance 

Hard Not To Love You

Taylor Swift Playlist #1

Reuniting At Cousins

Unspoken Desires Series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Speak Now(Conrad's Version)

Back To December

Jonas Kahnwald 

Best friends into lovers

*UPDATED 7/10/23*

[therealmsdelulu]

Hi can you do a headcanon of what dating jonah would be like?

And could you also include the NSFW section as well?

If you can't, I totally understand!

Thank you!

DATING JONAH HAUER KING

I imagine his love languages being words of affirmation and gift giving. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he loves physical affection too but words of affirmation and gift giving are his top two in my opinion. He feels like they better express how much he cares about you and vice-versa.

Not afraid to show you off in front of his friends or family. Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist or shoulder.

Likes watching you do skincare (and makeup if you're into that). Would definitely want to join your skincare routine and would let you do his makeup.

Constantly texts you throughout the day. Whether he's sending you memes or asking for updates about your text, there's never going to be a day when he doesn't contact you.

Likes doing domestic things with you like cleaning, baking, watching corny hallmark movies etc.

Buys the two of you matching outfits, thinks it's a cute and quiet way to claim each other.

Compliments you all the time, and he's very genuine and gives great compliments.

Showers you with affection from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. Kisses every inch of your skin, no where is unattended. When he comes home he welcomes you with a big hug and kiss.

Gives the best hugs. Extremely soft and comforting. Keep in mind he's 6'2, If you're shorter than 5'8 he most likely bends down to hug you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

Loves stealing things from set and bringing them to you. "It reminded me of you" he would say in his defense.

Is great at cheering you up. Gives the best comfort. if you don't want to talk about it, he's happy to just play with your hair and cuddle you until you feel better.

Super romantic. Writes you love letters and buys you flowers just cause.

Strokes your hair and sings to you when you have trouble sleeping

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

I imagine him as a Soft!Dom but could definitely see him being a little submissive and needy.

I see him as being into recording. Likes to keep them for when he's away and is missing you.

Aftercare is super important to him. He is more than willing to order you food, bathe you, wash your hair, put on a movie and cuddle etc.

He gets a little rough when he's jealous but would never go too far and hurt you.

Takes his time, doesn't feel a need to rush. Not really into quickies unless he's really desperate. Slow strokes, he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.

Eye contact. That man will hypnotize you. Looks directly into your eyes as he thrusts in and out of you.

Marks you up and he likes to be marked up. Loves leaving hickies all over you. Really likes it when you scratch his back and leave marks from your nails.

Could see him being into handcuffs and blindfolds. Handcuffing you so that you can't touch him and blindfolding you to increase your anticipation, never knowing his next move.

TAGLIST @lomlfike @daydreamerwithnohobbies @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221

[starkeylover]

convinced that if ur attracted to live action prince eric ur also attracted to benedict bridgeton (and vise versa)

[mvltisstuff]

can I request a jonah hauer king fic where they're both famous and can't spend a lot of time w each other, angst to fluff?

you’re losing me - j.h.k

summary: request

jonah hauer king x reader

a/n: and i wouldn’t marry me either 😁 a pathological people pleaser 😁

“i don’t think i can make it on friday, darling,” jonah says, his sullen voice through y/n’s speakerphone. she could almost predict that was what he was going to say. it’s almost been one night a week together, despite the years of a relationship.

due to the little mermaid release, jonah’s career has been at an all-time high. y/n’s never felt prouder of a person before, let alone the man that she loves. this is all she’s wanted for him, his dreams to come true and it’s finally happening. every time she sees him on that screen, or on that carpet, her heart is flooded with love.

“are you sure?” she questions, the sound of defeat seeping through her words.

“i have the premiere, and i’m going to be doing press with halle as well,” he adds, only to confirm that he cannot make it to y/n’s show. y/n swears she can hear her heart crumble in her chest, hearing the muffled crack of glass.

“ok,” she tells him, simply but leaving it at that.

“i’m sorry, love, i don’t make my schedule though.”

“i know, it’s just you haven’t been to a single show for this tour. and i’m playing in london this weekend.”

“i get that, it just happened to fall on a terrible weekend. i tried to negotiate it but it doesn’t work that way. i’m so sorry, y/n.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” y/n replies, trying not to let any sass or hurt come through the phone. “i really wanted you to be there.”

“y/n, i don’t know what you want me to do. i wish you could be at the premieres, but you have your tour to worry about.”

“i don’t need you to do anything, baby,” she rubs her eyes with her fingers, letting them rest on her face. “and i’ve tried to make it to the events, i swear. im just glad i even made it to the ones i got to go to.”

“it just makes me feel bad, i don’t want you to think i haven’t been there for you.”

“that’s the complete opposite, jonah. i know you support me, and i want you to know that im here for you, even if im not there physically.”

“i love you, y/n. i have to go shoot for a bit, but i’ll call you tonight?”

“i love you, too,” she tells him, leaving just the sound of a kiss through the phone. she throws it back down on the bed, laying on her side and pretending his arms were around her.

it’s never easy being separated from someone you’ve grown so close to. both of their careers have skyrocketed, but their naïvety never realized how difficult it can be to have love and fame.

so, when y/n closed her eyes that night, she simply dreamed of jonah being next to her.

the friday came too quickly around the corner, still no signs that jonah would be able to attend. before changing into her concert outfit, she spoke through her several mics, asking if jonah had said anything, but alas, there were barely any messages. until right before she went on stage, she got a few words from her assistant.

“hey, jonah texted to say good luck, and that he’s sorry.”

y/n could only nod, not wanting her upset to come across as clear to her fans. she never realized how one small thing could ruin the magic of a night. however, she painted a bright smile onto her mouth, her bright beam soon being revealed onto the massive screens around the stadium.

she forced herself to sing through each of her songs for the tour, the thrilling fans in her ears. she never gets tired of seeing the people who come here just for her, but if she’s being honest, she’s tired of missing jonah.

when the lights went dark at the end of each set, her cheeks were finally relieved of the fraudulent grin on her face.

the show finally came to an end, the encore being finished and the fans starting to disperse. y/n slipped on a jacket over her sparkly costume, and followed her crew out to her area to get unready. she just wanted to go home and be able to be held by jonah, but then she was confronted that home would just be another lonesome place without him.

she walked with a lack of pep to her room, connecting her warm palm to the cool metal of the doorknob. she opened the door slowly, only to see jonah’s handsome figure on the couch in her room.

“that might’ve been my favorite performance yet,” he smiles, sitting up from the back of the couch. y/n releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding, rushing over to let herself fall into his arms on the couch. the exhaustion from the show tonight started to really take over her body, but it still couldn’t outweigh the feeling of joy that she gained from seeing jonah.

“how did you get here?” she asks, gleefully.

“i pushed a few things around, i left a little early.” he informs her, leaning over to kiss her cheek as she sits and places her head on his shoulder. “you planned this showtime for me, and i didn’t even think about it.”

“you’re here, and you have no fucking idea how much that means to me,” y/n connects her lips with his, letting the kiss come together perfectly. she can taste the faint champagne on his lips, seeing a photo of him drinking it with cast mates earlier. the comforting smell of his strong cologne filled her nose. even after running around a stage, with imperfect makeup, y/n still looked like N angel in jonah’s eyes.

“let’s go home, love,” he gleams against her lips, getting the same bewitching grin that he adores in return.

[writing-fanics]

hii can you write a jonah hauer king x reader where the reader comes and vists him on set and he and the reader hang out in his trailer.

impromptu visit

Jonah Hauer King x Reader

A/n: chaotic couple alert

“Y-Y/n, s-stop,” He giggled, as his partner started tickling him playfully . They giggled and couldn’t stop laughing as they continued to tickle their boyfriend.

“No, I haven’t been able to give you any tickles for two days.” They said, and started tickling him even more and he started tickling them back.

[Y/n]’s phone started ringing, and they picked it up while giggling answering it. Holding up the phone during the FaceTime call, “Hi, Melon..” They cooed, seeing their pet cat.

“Look at our son.” [Y/n] said, showing him the FaceTime of their cat. The cat ran towards the phone, and meowed seeing Jonah on the screen.

“Ah, he misses me.” Jonah said, how he missed his cat and wished he could pet him right now.

“I’ll be home soon, Melon.” He said, and the cat meowed pawing at the screen. “Awe, he really misses daddy.” They cooed, looking at their cat.

“Be good for grandma.” They said, and the cat purred as [Y/n]’s mother scratched behind his ear.

“Thanks mom, cya.” They said, hanging up and smiling as they gave Jonah a mischievous grin.

“Y/n, no.” He said, and they lunged towards him and he placed his hand on their forehead to stop them. He laughed, as they kept trying to lunge towards him. Making funny faces as they did so.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at them, he loved moments like this with his significant other. Yes, he loved acting in movies and playing the characters he’s been casted as, but at the end of the day.

He couldn’t wait to go back home and cuddle with his significant other. “Your delaying the inevitable.” They said, sucking in their lips and stared at him.

“Oh really?” He said, and he stared at them. Before lunging towards them and tickling them back causing them to burst out into laughter. Tears rolling down their cheeks as he hit all their ticklish spots.

“J-Jonah *giggles* s-stop.” They laughed, and he didn’t continuing to tickle them. Until they stopped needing some air, and they smiled placing their hand on his cheek before giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you,” they said smiling, and he smiled back giving them a peck on the lips as well.

“I love you too.” He said, and they smilied at each other.

[shifterdomain]

Puppy Interview / Jonah Hauer-King X Actress!Reader

REQUESTED BY ANNONYMOUS.

Summary: You and your boyfriend Jonah do the Buzzfeed Puppy Interview to talk about the new sequel of the 90s hit Beverly Hills 90210 that you both star in. Warnings: None. A little dirty joke. Word count: 851

Disclaimer: You do not have to have seen Beverly Hills 90210 and this sequel actually does not exist.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hello, I am Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduce yourself before looking back at Jonah as you wait for him to do the same.

“And I am Jonah Hauer-King,” he introduces himself. “and you’re watching the Buzzfeed Puppy Interview.”

INTRO

Your face lights up when you see the puppies being brought in, watching as they run up to you and Jonah, holding your arms out for the small four-legged friends. One of the fluffy little pups almost immediately jumps into your lap, Jonah chuckling lightly at the look of awe and adoration on your face.

What was it like to film a sequel for a show set in the 90s?

“I loved it,” you answer simply, picking the puppy that was on your lap up and holding it against your chest. “I’ve seen the original show so many times. I have it on DVD, a box set with the complete series, and I just love the series so much. I just love that style and the vibe it has. I think it was really cool to dive back into that era.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m a 90s baby,” Jonah chimed in. “I was born in ‘95 though, so I didn’t really have the experiences that my character has, but I think it was really cool to see what it’s like to be a pubescent in the 90s.”

Would you say that you are like your characters in real life?

“Well, my character is in love with his, so definitely,” you answer with a joking undertone, petting the little puppy while Jonah is now getting mounted by 5 small pups. You laugh softly as the puppies jump up on your boyfriend, noticing the goofy grin on his face. “I mean, it’s impossible not to fall in love with this.”

“My character gets more love from his girlfriend, so…”

You look back at Jonah, arching your eyebrow up at him. “Oh, you’re gonna get a lot less love from your girlfriend if you keep that up,” you playfully threaten. He gives you a puppy dog look in return, holding one of the puppies up to his cheek.

What was it like working together?

“Nerve wrecking,” Jonah stated, pulling two puppies apart when they started growling at each other and biting each other’s butt. “I was very anxious during the first few months.”

“Same here. It felt like a panic attack every scene we had together, especially since our scenes were pretty… intense. There’s a lot of innuendos, kissing and actually getting into things and when you’re just getting to know each other it’s… awkward.”

“Especially opposite someone like Y/N/N,” Jonah chimed in. “I was constantly eating mints because I didn’t want her to be, like, disgusted by me,” he chuckled quietly, picking up one of the puppies again and placing them in his lap where the pup almost immediately fell asleep. “It’s hard working with someone in an intimate setting when you know you’re beginning to develop feelings.”

“And then that wasn’t the only thing that was-”

“Y/N/N!” he cut you off, making you burst out laughing, giving him a teasing look.

What was your favorite acting job?

“I really loved doing The Little Mermaid,” Jonah answered. “It was just so different from anything I’d done before and Halle has become a really good friend of mine. Of the both of us now.”

“Well, for me this is the first real thing I’ve done, so obviously this. But for him I gotta say I loved him in A Dog’s Way Home. It’s one of my favorite movies. Only more so since we got together and since I learned that he is actually very much allergic to dogs, he just loves them too much,” you chuckle quietly as Jonah nodded his head. He currently had two puppies sleeping in his lap, one sitting against him and another one laying in his arms.

“I’ve just always had dogs. My parents had dogs when I was born, when I grew up, and I coaxed Y/N/N into letting me get a dog so we are now the proud parents of a cat and a dog ourselves. I just love them.”

What is the best acting advice you’ve ever gotten?

“I think the best piece of acting advice I’ve ever gotten is from Joseph Gorden-Levitt and it’s to stop calling yourself ‘aspiring’,” you answer. “And I think that that goes for more than just acting. You know, don’t sell yourself short. Any experience counts. Whether it’s Broadway or high school theater, whether it’s a Hollywood movie or an Indie movie, whether it’s a bestseller or something local. It doesn’t matter, because it all counts.”

“I think that’s really good, actually,” Jonah replies, petting the puppy that was laying on his back in his arms, begging for more belly rubs. “I’d say let’s end it on that note.”

OUTRO

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Jonah Hauer-King.”

“And our show, Beverly Hills 90210: The Next Generation, is now available for streaming on Prime Video only,” you smile, ending the interview.

END CREDIT

Jonah: “You hold your bag open, I’ll slide them in.”

[thehorizonlinex]

thinking about posting an eric x ariel fic from grimsby’s pov but i’ve never written anything on Tumblr before 🫣 would anyone be interested in reading?? I’ve been just writing fic ideas in my phone since this weekend 🫣

if so let me know and i will tag you when it’s up! probably a longer one shot

[meetmyothersouls]

hey! could you do a Jonah imagine, where he and the reader are house mates (like in flat mates) and the reader is sick of being single (me rn) and wants to take some pics for her hinge account and she asks Jonah for help and Jonah just confessing his love for her

Ooooh I really love this idea!

Hinge

Warnings: online dating, taking photos, not being happy with the way you look, fluff

You feel silly as you slip on one of your best outfits, one that makes you feel confident and sexy. Black leggings and a strappy tank top that you'd normally reserve for date night...the only problem was you'd not had an actual date in years...let alone a reason to wear a sexy outfit. But it was time to change that, after years of vowing to stay away from dating sites, you were finally going to break it.

Your Hinge account was already all set up. You already registered, answered all the annoying questions about yourself and what you look for in a man. The only thing left was to upload the dreaded profile picture. You decided that taking the picture in your bedroom felt too intimate and decided to take it in the living room. You roommate, Jonah, wasn't due home from work until 8pm, so you wouldn't have to deal with a firing squad of questions, but you had to work fast.

You set up your iPhone's self-timer, propped it up on the entertainment center, and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. Before you had a chance to pose, the flash went off, capturing you in the most unflattering stance and lighting possible.

"Ughhh, fuck!" You growled as you looked at the picture. "Why can't I be one of those effortlessly pretty Instagram girls."

"Why would you wanna be one of those? They're all plastic and photoshop," the voice of your roommate sounded behind you.

You jumped, turned around and hid your phone behind your back, instantly earning an arched, inquisitive eyebrow from Jonah. "Watcha doin?" He asked, not bothering to hide the grin that told he knew exactly what you were doing.

You thought about lying, hiding your embarrassment from your insanely attractive roommate who obviously could not imagine what it's like to being in your position: single, depressed and sexually frustrated. But then, an idea popped into your head.

"I'm taking pictures for my Hinge account."

"Is that so?" Jonah asked, his face contorting into a mixture of confusion and humor. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water before walking back over to you. "I've gotta say, y/n, I've seen you take exactly...zero pictures of yourself since we've been living together. And I didn't take you for the online dating type."

"I'm just sick of being single!" You groaned, plopping back down on the couch.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jonah said, taking a seat next to you.

You smiled to yourself, a perfect opening for you to ask him for help. "Maybe you can help me!"

"I'd love to help you," he responded quickly.

"Okay, perfect!" You slapped your phone against his chest. "I need you to take some photos of me and be brutally honest with me as you take them. Like tell me if they suck or not, okay?"

Jonah sighed, "Yeah, okay. I can do that."

"Great!" You said, jumping up off the couch in excitement.

You posed for Jonah, and he gave you some simple tips and instructions on how to take a really good picture. By the time it was over you had several to decent ones to choose from.

"What about this one?" You asked Jonah as you scrolled through your gallery next to him on the couch.

"I think they're all good."

"Yeah, but like do I look pretty?"

"I always think you look pretty," Jonah said in a small voice.

You tried not to let the compliment get to you; he's just saying that because you're his roommate.

"Yeah, but like-okay-so out of all these photos which one would you look at and say, 'yeah I'd date her'?"

Jonah took another deep breath. "Honestly?"

You looked at Jonah expectantly.

"All of them." He didn't look at you when he said it. He wasn't even looking at your phone or the pictures anymore. His eyes were down on his lap watching his hands as he cracked his knuckles nervously. "I think you're amazing. I think you're the most astounding woman I've ever seen. And I definitely don't think you need to be on Hinge to find someone who wants to be with you. And...I mean I guess if you do feel that way then I haven't really been doing a good job at hinting that I like you."

"Y-you? Like me?"

Jonah made eye contact with you now, his blue ones bouncing between both of yours. You'd never thought of dating Jonah because...well you never let yourself. He was one of those 'in your dreams' kind of guys, it took you two weeks to even feel comfortable sitting next to him on the sofa, but maybe that was because you'd had feelings for him all along. "I would have come out and said it but I wasn't sure if you felt the same way and I didn't want to make it weird...since you know...we live together...and I guess if you don't like me then I've just ruined it all but-"

"No! No! I definitely like you, I guess I just wasn't expecting you to like me...not like that," you laughed nervously.

Jonah scooted closer to you on the couch. "So, do we just try this out?" He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. "Or do I need to make a Hinge account as well and match with you first?"

"No," you laughed, "I don't think there's a need for Hinge or pictures anymore."

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Heartache

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Summary: While Eric is away on a short voyage, (Y/n) becomes ill and when he comes back he finds his wife's state deteriorated and a secret lurking in the shadows.

Enjoy.

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"Do you have to go soon?" (Y/n) looped her arms around Eric's waist and binded her chest up against his back with her lips pressing light kisses between his shoulder blades. Effectively stopping him from getting dressed, leaving him stood in his trousers and his shirt laid on the back of the chair. She could feel the shiver running beneath his skin and his hands that came to rest over her own that were clasped together on his lower stomach.

One week wasn't nearly as long as some of the other voyages Eric had made in the past, but it was still a long time to be parted from him. (Y/n) didn't like sleeping on her own and when he wasn't here she felt at a loss for what to do.

Eric let his eyes wander over to the clock on the bedside table and held his breath for a few seconds. He did have to go soon, everything was packed and ready to board the ship and they needed to set off on time to be right with the tide.

"Afraid so, but it's only a few days sweetheart." He wiggled round until he was facing (Y/n) and brought his hands up to cup her face. He had to go soon, tardiness was frowned upon and he had to set a good example. The crew would be less accepting if he turned up late with his mind on other matters and his role became slacking.

Leaving had never been so hard until (Y/n) came around, then Eric found himself lost, torn and uneasy whenever he had to go and she couldn't join him. The days became longer and the destination was never as joyful as returning home to the girl who held his heart in her hands.

"You'd best get dressed," (Y/n) mumbled her words against Eric's lips and scratched her nails along his hips. She didn't realise how badly she was enticing him to stay right here and void this voyage for another time.

The willpower Eric had built up was slowly wavering as he looked down upon his wife in his arms and brushed his thumb along her cheek before he captured her with a kiss. This image was going to power him through until he came back home to her. The thought of (Y/n) stood there with her hair falling freely around her shoulders, her dress loosely sliding off one shoulder and a smile that had the power to kill.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now you need to get ready."

With his shirt and overcoat thrown on hazardly, Eric tangled his fingers in his hair, taming the wild curls down enough to look presentable before he turned back towards (Y/n).

"I'll be back in a few days," He confirmed with a nod of his head before he leaned down to capture a gentle kiss. As soon as the touch was there it was gone again and he was retreating, smiling brightly but longingly before he disappeared from the room.

"Just a few days," (Y/n) mumbled quietly to herself with a nod of her head. She just had to get through this week without him, then she could have Eric back to herself and find a way to tell him her news.

that gave her a whole week to wonder how he was going to react, what he was going to say and what would happen after he found out she was pregnant.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'I'll be back in a few days.'

Those words kept running circles through (Y/n)’s mind and when she closed her eyes, those words and Eric’s smile were all she could see. That was all she could think of these past five days, there had been a silent countdown in the back of her mind just waiting for Eric's voyage to come to and end and for him to come back home. It felt like he had said 'we'll talk tomorrow' because tomorrow was never here, it was always today.

Rubbing her reddened, sore eyes with the back of her hand, (Y/n) tipped her head back like she was trying to tip all of the tears into the back of her head to stop them from falling. She felt like she had shed far too many tears already over the past two hours, but they kept on coming and her face felt sticky and tight from the saltwater. The shaking she had felt for over an hour now didn’t seem to be over yet and (Y/n) wished she would just blackout at this point to make everything stop.

The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet but it wasn’t too extensive, the cramps were dull to the point (Y/n) could ignore them, her body was shaking but not as horribly as she had been earlier. She felt like she was beginning to overheat despite the bathroom being very cold and (Y/n) only being in her flimsy nightgown. If she blacked out now and went to sleep for a little while it would be a blessing in disguise.

What was she going to do now?

If she had told Eric before he left about being pregnant, she wouldn't know how to approach him when he eventually came back. What kind of conversation would have happened then if he already knew? How would she tell him she had gone and lost the baby while he'd been away on business?

Maybe this way it was better. If fate planned for (Y/n) to lose the baby, she would rather not have Eric know in the first place. She didn’t want the pity he would feel for her or the way he would hover around her to check if she was alright or walk on egg shells around her.

She didn't want the conversation that would occur if she told him that she had been waiting for the right moment to tell him she was pregnant and then went and lost the baby anyway. Eric didn't need that kind of pain when he came back.

(Y/n) didn't want him or anyone else knowing. She didn't want the disappointment people were going to feel towards her or have anyone wrapping her up in cotton wool to smother her with sympathy she didn't deserve.

But her mind was still conflicted.

Her mind was certain that Eric being oblivious was the best thing for him but her heart was crying out for him. She wanted his arms wrapped around her and his lips on her skin and his voice lulling in her ear, calming her down and helping her to sleep.

Even though she knew he would be heartbroken, conflicted and desperate to help her, she wanted him here. She wanted the affection and comfort Eric would make her feel.

(Y/n)’s aching heart wanted Eric, but her mind was desperate to keep him away.

With a shaky breath, (Y/n) pushed herself up from leaning against the wall and moved onto her knees instead. She couldn't stop the cry from bubbling past her lips when she tried to move her hands but they weren't under her control from how badly she was trembling.

She pushed the two bloodied towels into the corner of the room before grabbing the shirt that had been crumpled up on the floor when (Y/n) first stumbled into the bathroom. It was one of Eric's dress shirts that (Y/n) had been clinging to since he left because it still had his smell and cologne and during the nights, it was a comfort to help her sleep.

(Y/n) let all the energy dwindle away from her body and with little effort, she flopped onto the tiled floor on her side. Her knees coiled up to her aching stomach, her arms bound around her chest and kept the shirt tucked between her hands. She tilted her head down to bury her nose in the collar of the shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling Eric's scent like it was smelling salts to make her feel better.

She didn't care how cold the floor felt against her burning skin or the light chill in the midnight air creeping through from the bedroom. Even the bright light shining down upon her didn't bother (Y/n) anymore. With her eyes closed and her face buried in his shirt, she let her mind wander and welcomed the darkness with open arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eric couldn't hide the slight disappointment from his face when the first person he set his sights on was his mother. He loved her to pieces, he truly did and even when they didn't see eye to eye, their bond was never severed. But right now, with his bag in his hand and Grimsby stood on his right, all Eric wanted to do was set his sights on his wife and wrap himself around her.

A week had gone by quickly but it had felt like a week of withdrawl symptoms for Eric to be away from (Y/n). He had to sleep without her at night and refrain from reaching his arms out in the dark to find out where she was. He had to keep himself busy every minute of the day so his mind didn't wander too far and get lost on the thought of his wife, miles away and out of reach.

If Eric ever went on a voyage without (Y/n), he could guarantee that the moment he stepped through the castle gates, there she was. Stood at the doors waiting to jump into his open arms and whisper how much she had missed him.

He didn't get that today.

(Y/n) was always the first person he set his sights on when he came back, always. And she wasn't here. He wanted to find her and tuck her back into his heart where she belonged.

Eric didn't like the look on his mother's face. She didn't look angry, he knew that expression well. And she didn't look disgruntled or irritated but he couldn't place how she was staring at him.

Uncertain; that was the word that best described what was written all over her features.

"I'll get the rest of the bags, sir."

"Thank you, Grimsby." Eric patted his shoulder before he dropped his bag down at his feet and moved to embrace his mother. She gripped his shoulders tightly like she thought he was a ghost standing in front of her. Nothing bad had happened on his voyage, everything had gone to plan and they were home a few hours earlier than expected, but they let the palace know of this beforehand.

So why was she looking at him like that?

"I haven't been gone that long, mother. Is everything alright, where's (Y/n)?" Leaning down, Eric pressed a kiss to her temple but he couldn't stop himself from looking around the hallway in case (Y/n) were to come out from the shadows at any given moment.

He moved his hands to hold her elbows, steadying her but also keeping her close while he waited, somewhat impatiently, for a response.

"It's been a trying week. (Y/n)'s upstairs in your room-"

"Great, I'll go up and see her."

"Eric, she's not well."

He spun round on his heels, halfway between walking away from his mother and being pulled back towards her when she called back out to him. Something sparked to life in his vibrant blue eyes but his shoulders raised and tensed when he watched his mother press her lips together tightly in a way she did when she was nervous.

"Why, what's wrong?" He didn't like the way his mother reached back out to hold his hand tightly. It was something she did when she wanted to try and calm him down and that told him all he needed to know. Something was very wrong with his wife for his mother to be this worried about his reaction.

"I don't know. She locked the door yesterday and won't let anyone in, she won't even take any food the maids left outside the door. We didn't know what to do."

"Grimsby, with me now please."

Eric flagged a hand out towards Grimsby who was just walking back through the doors before he set off in a run up the stairs.

This had never happened before. (Y/n) didn't like people around her if she was ill, Eric knew that from experience. He was the only person (Y/n) would allow to be around her when she was ill, she didn't even let the maids in the bedroom if she had been sick, no one came near her she didn't like it. She didn't like the looks of pity or the fussing unless it was Eric caring for her and he was much the same.

But he'd never known (Y/n) to lock herself away like this, but then again, he had never been away while she had been ill. He was always here if (Y/n) was sick or feeling under the weather. His mother had never had to try and look out for her or look after her if she was unwell and Eric wasn't around to help.

His feet bashed loudly against the polished steps as he propelled himself around the corner and up the second set of stairs before making a beeline down the corridor. His chambers had never felt so far away than they did in this moment and he was sure the corridor was getting longer, stretching out before him to add more distance between him and his beloved.

Eric was out of breath by the time he arrived in front of his room and for a few seconds, he stood deathly still and as silent as a mouse. His harsh breaths were the only sound in the corridor, other than Grimsby's fast approaching steps.

He leaned close to the door and waited, listening for any sounds, whether it be (Y/n) crying, coughing, screaming or even laughing. Eric just wanted to hear something that gave him an indication of what was going on behind that door, but he heard nothing.

He tried to jiggle the handle, just in case the maids had simply presumed it was locked or (Y/n) told them it was to keep them away. Or in case she knew he was coming back soon and had unlocked the door ready for him to come and see her.

It was locked.

"(Y/n)? Sweetheart it's me, I'm back, can you open the door please?"

Eric heard something on the other side of the door and he pressed his ear against the wood to try and work out what it was. Something muffled, (Y/n) had said something but it was too quiet and distant for Eric to try and work it out. He couldn't hear her moving though, all he heard was (Y/n) mutter something before the room went quiet again.

"(Y/n) open the door."

Tilting his head, Eric glanced over at Grimsby in case he had any bright ideas but the older man looked just as stumped and worried as Eric felt. Was there a spare key to this lock? The only key Eric knew of was the one on the other side of the door that always stayed in the lock, just for safety. Eric had never been locked out of his and (Y/n)'s chamber before, he'd never been on the outside, begging to be let in. He hated it.

Jiggling the handle again, Eric almost pulled it from the door before he sighed through gritted teeth. The door was going to open one way or another, he would make sure of it. He had to get in that room and see what was going on with his wife. If (Y/n) was ill, Eric had to be in there with her.

His hand curled up into a fist and before he could stop himself, he thrashed his knuckles on the door, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear wherever she was in their room.

She was crying.

Eric heard a cry as clear as ever and he felt Grimsby take a step closer to him, signalling that he too had heard her begin to cry.

"Sweetheart talk to me, what's going on in there? If you can't open the door tell me because I'm about to break it down." He wasn't waiting around for very much longer.

If (Y/n) had had a fall or she was too ill to come and unlock the door all she had to do was tell him and he would break the lock to get to her but she had to talk to him. He needed to know if she was badly hurt or just in pain or if he had to get the doctor out to come and assess her. If she could open the door she had to do it now before Eric lost his patience and kicked the door down to get in.

"Sweetheart I'm begging you to talk to me, I'm not gonna ask again. What's going on?"

Both Eric's hands planted down on the door and he tipped his head forward until his temple was against the door. He would pray if needed to get him inside and for (Y/n) to be okay when he got in there but he couldn't wait outside forever, begging to be let in.

Something was wrong with his wife and if she hadn't opened the door by now that told Eric that she couldn't physically get to the door to let him in.

Someone should have tried to find the spare key or pick the lock and see to her before Eric came home. But (Y/n) didn't want anyone in there with her, maybe she had been waiting in agony for Eric to come home because she didn't trust or want anyone else.

"I'm breaking it."

Eric moved his hand towards Grimsby to make him take a step back before Eric himself moved back. He gripped either side of the doorframe and counted to three before he lifted his leg and smashed the heel of his boot into the door. Another swift kick broke the wood and sent the lock flying across the room as the door swung open wide.

He didn't know what he would be walking into and his mind tried to brace him for any and all kinds of situations behind the door.

It took Eric a few seconds to locate his wife. He peered to the left towards the adjoining bathroom but the light was off and the door was partially open, she wasn't in there. He took five long strides into the room and looked around.

The bed was askew. Pillows were strewn all over the bed and two were on the floor like they had been tossed away in anger or frustration. The covers were knotted up into a ball and partially hanging off the end of the bed and a thin sheet was tangled up on the floor.

When Eric moved towards the end of the bed and stood near the closed balcony doors, his heart lurched up into his throat.

There she was.

(Y/n) was curled up in an awkward ball on the floor, half wrapped up in the tangled sheet like she was failing miserably at trying to hide herself away.

Eric collapsed down to his knees beside (Y/n) and reached his hands out, trying to be delicate and careful when he cupped her face in his hands. He brushed her fallen hair out of her eyes and gently tilted her head up so she was looking up at him. Tears were stained all down her face and her lower lip was speckled with blood from how badly she had bitten her lip while he was away. He could feel the way she was shaking, her tremors were vibrating into his bones but it was her fever that sent a spike straight through Eric's heart.

"Fetch the doctor." Tears welled up in Eric's panic-stricken eyes when he looked over at Grimsby who was taking in the state of the room with worried eyes.

"No," (Y/n) lifted a shaking hand up to cup Eric's wrist but all she could do was choke on her words and lean into his touch that she had been aching for all day yesterday and all last night.

"No? Baby, I've just broke down the door because you're collapsed down here. You're clearly not well, you are getting seen by the doctor whether you like it or not."

It was almost laughable, here she was either trying to tell Eric she was okay or deny the fact that she was ill enough to warrant the doctor when he could see with his own eyes that she wasn't well. She hadn't been eating for almost two days, his mother had told him that, she was hiding herself away here and she was barely conscious on the floor. There was no way Eric was risking not calling the doctor to check (Y/n) over.

He looked up to see that Grimsby had already fled the room to call the doctor and it was a relief. It meant (Y/n) had no reason not to talk to Eric now that they were alone and he could get her back to bed and try to figure out what had been going on while he was away.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna pick you up now, okay?"

(Y/n) stayed limp on the floor but she loosened her muscles enough for Eric to move her with ease. He looped her arms around his neck before he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and held her close to his chest. Her mind fogged over when she tucked her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent that had all but vanished from the shirt she had been cradling for the past week.

He tried his best to be careful when he laid (Y/n) down on the bed but when he went to pull away, (Y/n) found some hidden strength in her arms and deadlocked them around his neck.

She could feel him sighing into the crook of her neck before he suddenly climbed over her and awkwardly moved onto the other side of the bed so he was next to her. He laid on his stomach, hovering over the top of (Y/n) without resting any of his weight onto her. His hands dug comfortingly into her hips and he kissed his way up her neck and along her jaw until their noses were brushing together and their lips were centimeters away.

"Tell me what's happened baby."

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to tell him the truth and break his heart as well as hers? Would it be fair to keep such a secret from him?

Yesterday had felt like a dream, everything had happened so quickly and (Y/n) couldn't remember most of it.

She remembered waking up in the bathroom and crawling through the bedroom until she could lock the door and keep herself safely tucked away in her room until Eric came home. Every time Hannah, the maid, would knock, (Y/n) had sent her away. She didn't have the stomach to touch any of the food left outside the door and all she could do was sleep away the pain and fatigue she felt.

It had gone smoothly until this morning.

The cramps came back with vengence and her vision started to spin and blur until all she could do was keep tilting her head whichever way the room was turning. When she tried to get out of bed her legs didn't cooperate and she had no idea how long she had been laid on the floor.

Hearing Eric's voice made her cry out in relief when she knew for sure that she wasn't imagining him.

He had come home, he had come back to her and he was here right now in front of her, just like she had cried and prayed for him to be. But now she didn't know what to tell him or what to do or what to say. If the doctor came and examined her they would find out what had happened and if they told Eric it would hurt him and she didn't want to do that.

But if the pain didn't go away, (Y/n) knew she would need a doctor soon.

"Baby, talk to me." Eric brushed his fingers beneath (Y/n)'s eye and across her cheek when it looked like she was about to pass out or fall asleep. He needed to know what was going on, she couldn't fall asleep on him yet.

"I- I didn't know what to do, everything hurts a-and then I couldn't get up. I just wanted you home."

"I'm here now, sweetheart. We'll get you better, everything will be fine I promise."

She could feel him kissing her temple and his words soaked into her skin like a soothing remedy but it didn't stop (Y/n) from shedding tears. Everything wouldn't be fine when Eric found out what had happened, how (Y/n) had failed while he was away.

(Y/n) just wanted to sleep, everything would feel like a dream in the morning.

"Hey, hey no you stay awake with me. I've just come home, you can't sleep yet baby." Eric rubbed his thumb against (Y/n)'s cheek and tilted her head to try and stimulate her and keep her awake but it wasn't working. He watched her eyes flutter to the back of her head before her head lolled against his arm and she was out.

With a sigh, Eric reached down for the cover and draped it over them both because he could feel (Y/n) shaking despite how flushed she was. His fingers slowly carded through her hair and his lips pressed to her temple. All he could do was wait with her for the doctor to come and assess her.

He shouldn't have left.

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Getaway

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Eric looked around the dingy tavern. It was filled with unoccupied tables, and a couple of drunks with their heads down on the bar, hands still on their pint glasses. It was perfect. No one would know who he was here. He'd told his mother he was sailing to Sicily for a few weeks for its famous trading ports. The truth was that he needed a break from his royal duties.

He tired of all the formality. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone without them asking him to change policy or addressing him as prince. Was that too much to ask for? He made the small crew that he brought on this voyage swear that they would tell no one of his true identity.

The sound of a glass shattering snapped Eric's attention to the end of the bar from the doorway. You were bent down fussing over the mess, and haphazardly picking up the larger pieces of glass. A tall man stood directly in front of you. He watched you with a displeased gaze. Eric saw his mouth moving, but couldn't hear his words. You stopped your cleaning to look up at him with a pinched brow and a frown. Had he intentionally broken the glass?

Eric didn't know the man, but he instantly felt his negative energy. Clearing his throat and crossing the room to set his hat down on the bar, Eric pulled out a stool. Your (e/c) eyes portrayed urgency as you rose to your feet, stepping away from the unpleasant fellow, and discarding the broken pieces of the glass in your hands. You wiped them on your apron as you plastered on a smile to tend to him.

"Hello, mister. Welcome in. What can I get you?"

Your voice was softer than he imagined. Eric smiled in return.

"Good day, miss. I'll just have a pint, if that's okay."

You nodded your head. Turning around to pour his brew, Eric noticed as your eyes strayed to the man still poised at the end of the bar. You swallowed before returning your attention to the task at hand. When you turned back to set his drink in front of him, Eric thought he detected red, teary eyes, but you averted your gaze. Eric reached into his pocket to grab a coin. Setting it on the bar, he ducked his head to be sure to catch your eyes. He was right. You were teary.

"Is this enough to cover it?"

"Oh, sir, it's half of that," you picked up his coin to hand it back to him, shaking your head.

Eric smiled warmly at you. 

"Keep it," he insisted. "The rest is for you."

He observed the color that rushed to your cheeks.

"Th-Thank you," you nodded at him with a half smile.

"(Y/N)," the ill-mannered man declared your name impatiently.

Eric's cool blue eyes shot to him, then back to you. You inhaled a sharp breath.

"Let me know if you need anything else while you're here, sir," you muttered, avoiding Eric's gaze again.

You returned to the mess that was still on the floor, grabbing the broom on the way. Eric discerned the man's menacing body language as he addressed you again. Eric decided that he would stay until he left. It was a while before he finally did. You breathed a sigh of relief at his departure, wiping the bar top.

Eric swept his gaze around the establishment again to make sure that you two were still alone, apart from the men sleeping off their pints. He found that you were. Raising his glass to his lips, Eric spoke before taking a sip.

"You should be more careful cleaning up glass like that."

Eric swallowed the sour malt, but it stung his throat. You gave him a confused look as you dried a glass in your hands. You saw that he still held a friendly expression, and you smiled a fraction.

"I've never seen you around before. Are you here for the trade?"

Eric nodded.

"I am, in fact."

"Where are you from?"

Eric racked his brain.

"Austria, originally," he lied, "but I've been all over."

You smirked.

"Is that why you don't have an accent?"

"Yes," he quickly replied. "I try to hide it, anyway."

You giggled. The sound was soothing to Eric's ears.

"Well, you do a good job," you complimented.

You set the dry glass down on the counter behind you, throwing the hand towel over your shoulder.

"What's your name?"

"Eric," he answered.

There was no harm in you knowing his real name. He just didn't want you to know his title.

"Eric," you tested the name on your lips. "I like that name," you decided.

You smiled so bright that Eric almost forgot about the scene that he walked in on.

"Who was that man? Did he happen to break that glass?"

You sighed, letting your eyes fall.

"That's the man I'm seeing. He said that it slipped off the bar," you shrugged.

Eric felt his muscles tense. That guy was your boyfriend? Then why did have such an aggressive demeanor towards you?

"Well, accidents happen," Eric excused. "But I hope that he spoke kindly to you after that."

Eric should stop. It wasn't his business, and he knew it. But something about you made him innately want to protect you. You sighed, and Eric didn't know if he'd pushed his luck.

"He doesn't speak kindly to me much anymore," you admitted.

Your eyes rose to his suddenly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't burden you with my troubles."

You leaned forward to grab another glass, pulling the towel off your shoulder to dry it.

"I don't mind," Eric assured you.

You smiled back at him.

"What about you? Do you have someone special back home? Or are you too much of a drifter for that sort of thing?"

Eric liked your teasing manner. He shrugged.

"I suppose the second. I rarely find anyone with similar enough interests if I'm honest."

You lifted your eyebrows at that.

"Ah, and what exactly are your interests? Sailing? Mermaids, perhaps?"

Eric chuckled.

"Definitely sailing. I've yet to meet a mermaid to confirm or deny that one."

You gave a light laugh, and bit your lip.

"Yeah, I pegged you for a sailor boy."

Eric's eyes held yours for a few seconds.

"Have you been sailing? There's nothing else like it."

You shook your head.

"No, I can't say that I've been lucky enough. I've lived my whole life on this tiny island."

You paused.

"Sometimes I do wish I could sail away and escape it."

Eric felt his chest tighten. He knew that feeling all too well. The feeling of being trapped; not free to be who you want.

"I could take you out one day," Eric offered.

You laughed at him.

"Careful, I don't think I'd want you to bring me back," you warned.

Eric gulped, and he attempted to casually shrug.

"That wouldn't be so bad."

The silence that followed gave him goosebumps. Eric finished his pint, and rose to leave.

"I'll see you again soon, (Y/N)."

You raised your hand to wave, but Eric was out the door in a flash. You smirked to yourself. What an intriguing, handsome young man.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

The next couple weeks, Eric journeyed back to the tavern every day. He saw you each time, and gradually learned more about you. He found out that your favorite color is green, and that your favorite flowers are the ones on the plumeria shrubs by the coast. You had, at one point, dreamed to be a teacher, but that wasn't very realistic with such limited opportunity on the island. You hadn't expected to end up a barmaid, but you got by this way.

Eric also learned more about your relationship. You had known your boyfriend, Max, since you were young. Apparently, when the two of you started going out, Max had been good to you. Over the last couple years, with the loss of his mother and his business, Max had grown colder. You expressed that you often tried to remember what he was like before, but that he'd undoubtedly changed.

Eric tried to soothe you every time you told him a piece of painful information by telling you about his various adventures at sea. He didn't tell you much else. You, surprisingly, didn't push him for more personal information. You only asked questions about his stories. It seemed that you respected his privacy. It was unexpected, and quite the novelty for Eric.

"Wow. I imagine I'd love to go on an adventure at sea," you sighed.

"I don't have many adventures here. But, I was going to have a dance here tomorrow night. It will probably just be me dancing, per usual when I hold these, but you should come. You can show me how seamen dance," you winked.

Eric laughed.

"Not very well, I can promise you that."

He studied your face. Your smile didn't falter at all. It made Eric's grow.

"I won't miss it."

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Adjusting the nicest jacket that he brought on this voyage, again, Eric inhaled a breath in anticipation before he opened the tavern door. Looking around, he noticed a few more patrons than usual- perhaps because of your dance night. His eyes moved to the bar, but he only saw a man behind it. His heart sank. Where were you? You said you'd be here. Just as Eric finished that thought, he heard your delightful laughter fill the air. His eyes searched for the source of the noise.

Past the pillar, he spotted you dancing in the small open area in front of the fireplace. You wore a beautiful green dress. Your hair was pinned up in a tighter style than usual. It only accentuated your features more. Eric's heart sank a second time when he spotted your dance partner. It was your boyfriend. This time, the man was all smiles. Eric swallowed down the lump in his throat. Ruffling his hair, he decided to sit at the bar, and keep an eye on the two of you.

He ordered the same ale as always. He was a little less generous with the male bartender as he normally was with you. Eric's eyes drifted to you intermittently. He watched you smile and laugh as you twirled about the room with Max. Things seemed to be going well for you tonight. You seemed happy. Eric had almost resolved to leave you be, but he froze when his eyes swept over to see the indignant man suddenly clutching the front of your dress. He was in your face with the same displeased expression that Eric recognized from before. Eric immediately rose from his stool, crossing the space to get to you. He heard your conversation as he got closer.

"What was that? I saw you looking at him," your boyfriend spat.

"It was nothing," you answered, your voice shaky. "It's nothing."

Eric felt a twinge in his heart at your statement, but he approached you all the same.

"Oi, kindly take your hands off her," he puffed up his chest.

Your heart swelled as you saw Eric coming face to face with Max, who had released the front of your dress. You would worry about the crinkled fabric later. Max stood toe to toe with the man who matched his height.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You think you're some hero?" Max addressed him.

"I just think that if you're going to put your hands on someone, it should be me."

Eric clenched his fists. Max stared into his eyes for a moment, not finding an ounce of fear.

"Whatever. If you want this poor bar wench," he waved his hand, "she's all yours."

Eric tightened his jaw. He raised his fist, and made contact with Max's cheek. You gasped. Max stumbled back.

"What the-?" Max held a hand to his face in shock.

"Hey! That's enough! If ye two lads want to fight, ye take it outside!" The bartender yelled.

Max stood up straight, still holding his palm over his swelling jaw.

"She's not worth it. You'll see," he rushed past you.

Eric's strong hands came up to steady you as you swayed.

"Hey," he ducked to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes welled with tears, but you nodded. You threw your arms around his neck.

"Yes. Thank you. No one's ever stood up for me like that."

Eric's arm wrapped around your waist. Letting his face fall into your neck, he breathed in your pretty scent.

"What do you say we get on my ship, and get away from here?"

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

[moonchildwildheart]

If they don’t have Prince Eric sing in the live action we riot

[escapingrealityforamoment]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do headcannons of what dating jonah and prince eric would be like? Or even being married to them would be like?

Thank you! :)

Absolutely 😁🙊

Dating Jonah Hauer-King:

• Adventure Partners: Jonah has a spontaneous and adventurous spirit. Dating him means embarking on thrilling escapades together, exploring new places, and trying new experiences.

• Endless Laughter: Jonah has a great sense of humor, and being with him means constant laughter. He'll always find a way to make you smile, even during the toughest of times.

• Deep Conversations: Jonah is an insightful and thoughtful person. He loves engaging in deep conversations about life, dreams, and the world around you. Your relationship will be intellectually stimulating and meaningful.

• Supportive Nature: Jonah is incredibly supportive and will always be your biggest cheerleader. Whether it's pursuing your dreams or facing challenges, he'll be there to encourage and uplift you every step of the way.

• Musical Moments: With Jonah's musical background, your relationship will be filled with impromptu singing sessions, heartfelt serenades, and dancing like nobody's watching.

• Romantic Gestures: Jonah is a romantic at heart. Expect sweet surprises, candlelit dinners, and heartfelt gestures that will make you feel loved and cherished.

• Trust and Respect: Jonah values trust and respect in a relationship. He will always prioritize open communication and create a safe space where both of you can freely express your thoughts and feelings.

Dating Prince Eric:

• Chivalry and Gentleness: Prince Eric is a true gentleman. He'll open doors, pull out chairs, and treat you with the utmost respect and kindness. His gestures of chivalry will make you feel like a princess.

• Oceanic Adventures: As a sailor, Prince Eric has a deep love for the sea. Your dates might involve sailing, exploring hidden coves, or strolling along the beach at sunset. You'll share a mutual appreciation for the ocean's beauty.

• Romantic Dates: Expect romantic and enchanting dates with Prince Eric. From picnics in picturesque gardens to candlelit dinners in castle courtyards, he'll go above and beyond to create memorable experiences for both of you.

• Patience and Understanding: Prince Eric is patient and understanding, allowing you the space and time you need to share your thoughts and feelings. He'll listen attentively and provide comfort and support when you need it most.

• Loyal and Protective: Prince Eric's loyalty knows no bounds. He'll always prioritize your well-being and protect you from any harm. His unwavering devotion will make you feel safe and secure.

• Emotional Connection: Prince Eric is a compassionate and empathetic person. Your relationship will be built on a strong emotional connection, with heartfelt conversations and shared vulnerabilities.

• Unconditional Love: Prince Eric believes in true love and will love you unconditionally. He sees beyond external appearances and values the beauty within your heart. Your relationship will be filled with profound love and devotion.

Being Married to Jonah Hauer-King:

• Adventure and Creativity: Jonah's adventurous spirit and creative energy would bring a sense of excitement to your married life. From impromptu trips to exploring new hobbies together, he would constantly inspire you to embrace new experiences.

• Supportive Partner: Jonah would be your biggest cheerleader, always supporting your dreams and encouraging you to pursue your passions. Whether it's a new career path or a personal goal, he would be there to lift you up and provide unwavering support.

• Playful Banter: With Jonah's quick wit and playful nature, your marriage would be filled with lighthearted banter and laughter. You'd have your inside jokes and enjoy teasing each other, creating a fun and joyful atmosphere in your relationship.

• Creative Collaborations: Being married to an actor like Jonah would open up opportunities for creative collaborations. You might find yourselves working on projects together, sharing ideas, and inspiring each other's artistic pursuits.

• Romantic Gestures: Jonah would have a knack for romance, surprising you with thoughtful gestures and heartfelt surprises. Whether it's a candlelit dinner, handwritten love letters, or spontaneous date nights, he would ensure that the spark of romance is always alive in your marriage.

Being Married to Prince Eric:

• Royalty and Elegance: Being married to Prince Eric would immerse you in a world of royalty and elegance. Your life would be filled with grand events, formal gatherings, and a touch of regal charm.

• Strong Partnership: Prince Eric would value your opinions and insights, treating you as an equal partner in your marriage. He would rely on your support and trust your judgment, fostering a strong and equal partnership.

• Serene Moments by the Sea: As a prince with a deep connection to the sea, you and Eric would often find solace and tranquility near the water. Walks along the beach, private boat rides, and picnics by the shore would be cherished moments of peace and serenity.

• Commitment and Loyalty: Prince Eric would embody commitment and loyalty in your marriage. He would prioritize your happiness and ensure your safety and well-being are paramount, creating a sense of security and trust in your relationship.

• Fairy Tale Romance: Your marriage with Prince Eric would be like a fairy tale come true. From romantic gestures like dancing under the moonlight to epic declarations of love, he would sweep you off your feet and make you feel like the protagonist of your own love story.