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Everlasting Devotion - Part VI

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Sequel of Boundless Devotion Series. MedievalAU. With her coronation over, Natasha is now the queen of the Romanov Kingdom. However, the position comes with challenges from both old and new enemies as Natasha tries to maintain the peace while also navigating her relationship with you.

Warnings: light angst

Words: 6225

The metal glove left behind by the attacker a few days ago rests on the simple wooden table, its presence out of place in the otherwise humble surroundings.

Around you, the room is still sparsely furnished with little more than the bare essentials.

You sit across from Bucky, watching intently as he examines the piece of armor. The silence stretches on, thick with unspoken thoughts, until you can no longer keep your curiosity at bay.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, your voice cutting through the quiet.

Bucky tilts his head, scrutinizing the glove with a practiced eye before finally shaking his head, a frown tugging at his lips.

“I’ve never seen this type of weapon before,” he admits, his tone carrying the weight of years of experience. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was made by someone from the Stark kingdom.”

You lean in closer, your interest piqued at his answer.

“How can you tell?”

Bucky gestures to the details on the glove, pointing out subtle features that had escaped your attention.

“The design—these engravings and the traces of rare metal used—is very similar to the signatures of weapons crafted when I was still the Captain.”

His fingers trace the outline of the glove’s surface until they rest on the top, where the dull, gray stone is embedded.

“This, however,” he continues, his voice dropping to a wary tone, “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

He looks up at you, eyes serious and filled with curious suspicion.

“You said it was glowing?”

You furrow your brows as you stare at the stone in thought, focusing hard as you try to recall the chaos of the attack before giving a slight nod of your head.

“I think that’s what I saw glowing from the shadows during the attack,” you begin slowly, trying to piece together the memories. “And what caused that blinding flash when the attacker escaped. But after everything calmed down…”

You pause, the words catching in your throat as you struggle to explain the strange occurrence that followed.

“One moment, I was heading towards the twins, and the next…I’m kneeling beside this glove with my hand hovering above the stone.”

You lock eyes with Bucky, giving him a worried expression.

“I can’t seem to remember what happened in between,” you admit, your voice tinged with frustration and a growing sense of unease. “It’s as if that time was completely erased from my mind.”

You glance down at your hand, the one that had hovered so closely over the stone.

“I think...the stone did something to my memories when I reached for it.”

Closing your eyes briefly, you take a deep breath, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. You think about the recent gaps and blurry memories in your mind, like how you failed to remember the moments after Dreykov captured you.

“And I have this feeling—it’s not the first time,” you admit quietly.

Bucky’s expression hardens with a mix of concern and sympathetic understanding of what you’re implying.

“Do you have any idea or…”

You grimace apologetically, hesitating as you acknowledge the reason you came to Bucky with this unsettling situation.

“…experience with what it could be?”

Thankfully, he isn’t offended by your question.

Instead, he leans back slightly, his expression thoughtful as he considers your words. After a moment of contemplation, he begins to speak, his tone measured and reflective.

“You know, your father—” he starts, but when he notices you tense, he quickly corrects himself, “Howard Stark was researching something similar to what Dreykov and the Romanovs were working on. The whole mind control possibility. Of course, he never knew about their success in that field, but he did explore a different angle, something leaning more towards the mystical elements.”

Intrigued by the revelation, you think about the book you received from Melina, wondering if his notes on such topics might be included there.

Bucky’s voice pulls you from your thoughts as he continues.

“Before he…died, he was close to figuring out how to harness the powers of sorcerers for non-magically inclined people. More specifically, the power of those with innate abilities to influence others’ minds,” he says, giving you a pointed look. “Like your powerful little friend.”

Bucky pauses, letting his words sink in before addressing the question that’s been looming ever since you mentioned the stone and its possible effects on your memories.

“Speaking of which, why haven’t you asked her to take a look inside your mind? See if she can figure out what’s wrong.”

You sigh sadly at his suggestion. The idea of asking Wanda had crossed your mind, but you’ve been reluctant to push her, given her current condition.

“She’s still shaken from the attack and from how her powers accidentally hurt me,” you explain. “I’ll consider asking her when she feels better, but I thought maybe you might have some ideas too.”

Bucky gives you a slight smirk, his eyes softening.

“Well, maybe next time, try not to touch things you don’t understand yet.”

You chuckle lightly, the tension easing just a bit as you glance around the small home.

The cabin is simple, built from weathered wood that blends seamlessly with the surrounding forest. The only sounds you hear outside are the rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of a distant bird.

“You know, I could always get you someplace with more room,” you offer, shifting the conversation to lighter topics.

Bucky shakes his head, glancing around the space he’s come to know as his own.

“I like this. It’s simple.”

“And isolated,” you add pointedly, your gaze sweeping the quiet surroundings. “Far from town and people. Have you even had any other visitors besides me?”

“I go into town occasionally for supplies, and I meet with Steve in the clearing sometimes for a spar,” Bucky defends, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“So you don’t even invite him over?” you ask with a hint of disappointment before encouraging him gently. “This is your chance to live without always worrying about looking over your shoulders.”

“I am living. This is the most peace I’ve had in years,” Bucky replies, his voice steady with conviction. He nods at you, his expression filled with gratitude and trust. “And I’m content to have one person I trust know where I am for now.”

You return his nod with a small smile, relenting with a sigh.

Your occasional visits have made Bucky more comfortable and open with you recently, and you don’t want to push him too much.

“Alright then, I should head home,” you say, rising from your seat and carefully placing the glove back into your satchel.

“To prepare for the intimidation from the other council members today?” Bucky guesses knowingly, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I don’t miss that.”

You nod, a rueful smile crossing your face at the reminder.

“I also have some people coming today to start on the repairs for the gates.”

As you reach the door, you pause and suggest, “You should visit sometime.”

Bucky offers a small, appreciative smile but shakes his head.

“Thank you, but I’m not good at meeting new people,” he replies.

You nod in understanding and bid him farewell before making your way to where your horse is waiting. As you ride through the quiet forest, your thoughts drift back to the satchel at your side.

The strange events surrounding the stone still weigh heavily on your mind, and you wonder if you should ask Natasha for her thoughts on the situation.

It’s been days since you last saw her, and the ache of missing her has settled deep in your chest. But now, with the upcoming council meeting providing a chance to see her without raising suspicion, you’re faced with a different challenge: pretending that you’re not in love with her.

That’s easier said than done, considering you were exposed so quickly last time when your gaze lingered on Natasha just a little too long.

Maybe you should avoid looking directly at her during the meeting. Hopefully, that might help conceal your feelings from the others.

As you near your manor, the sound of raised voices pulls you from your thoughts. In the distance, you recognize Pietro's voice, sharp and edged with anger.

“You can’t just spread your stuff everywhere like this! I work in this area!” Pietro exclaims, clearly frustrated.

"Where else am I supposed to set up?” Tony retorts impatiently. “In case you forgot, I’m supposed to be fixing this gate.”

Sighing in exasperation, you urge your horse forward, hurrying to intervene before their argument escalates.

As you approach, Tony's taunting voice cuts through the air.

“Let's be honest, is there really a need for you here? What's the point of a gatekeeper with no gate?” he quips, clearly enjoying his own provocation.

Quickly, you bring your horse to a halt in front of Pietro, blocking his path before things can get worse. Dismounting smoothly, you step between the two, determined to diffuse the tension.

“Don’t listen to him, Pietro,” you say, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. “You’re very much needed here.”

Offering him the reins, you add, “Could you please take the horse back to the stables for me?”

Though still clearly irritated, Pietro takes the reins and heads off, but not without shooting a glare at Tony over his shoulder.

Tony, unfazed, flashes a smug grin and waves mockingly after Pietro. When he turns back to you, you meet his gaze with a stern, disapproving look.

“That was uncalled for,” you say firmly.

Tony shrugs, clearly unbothered by your reprimand.

“It’s a tough world. If he can’t handle a bit of honest criticism, he’ll have a rough time in life,” he replies, his tone unapologetic.

Then, pointing at you, he adds, “And you can’t keep coddling him.”

You brush his hand aside dismissively.

“I’m not coddling him. I look out for him because he's someone I care about. There's a difference.”

Tony shudders dramatically.

“Sounds exhausting. Me, I only ever had to look out for myself. You should try it more often—really helps lower the stress,” he quips, waving at your disapproving frown.

“How about you just focus on the gate?” you suggest, gesturing toward the entrance. “It seems like Vision is the only one taking this job seriously.”

Near the entrance, Vision stands at the remnants of the broken gates and hinges, meticulously measuring and taking notes with a notepad and quill in hand.

Tony smirks and gestures dramatically toward himself.

“He wouldn’t be doing that if I hadn’t told him to, so in a way, that’s all thanks to me.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms with an exasperated sigh.

“You really love complimenting yourself, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Tony responds with a grin. “It’s called confidence. If I don’t believe in myself, how could I expect others to?”

You pause, caught off guard by his answer.

Just when you think you’ve figured him out, he drops a casually insightful comment like this that makes you reconsider what sort of person you thought he was.

Before you can respond, Vision approaches with his calm and focused demeanor.

“I've documented all the specifications for the gates. Shall I move on to the outer walls now, or would you prefer I wait for later?” Vision asks.

You raise a hand, stopping him, your brows knitting together in confusion.

“Outer walls? I never mentioned anything about those.”

“About that," Tony interjects, gesturing at the surroundings.

“I walked around your perimeter earlier, and to be blunt, your security is pretty much non-existent. No defenses, no countermeasures against threats. For someone as protective of that kid as you are, I’m surprised you haven’t done anything about it.”

You glare at him, catching his little jab at you, but you answer calmly.

“That’s because my family’s reputation has always been enough to keep people from testing our boundaries,” you reply, before muttering under your breath, “At least it used to be.”

Vision studies you with a curious expression.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Lady Y/n, what caused the damage to the gates?”

“It was a carriage crash,” you respond smoothly, hoping the explanation will be enough without digging into the details.

Vision's brows furrow slightly as he raises a hand to his chin, clearly skeptical.

Tony notices his reaction and quirks a brow.

“What's the problem?”

Vision shakes his head lightly, his eyes drifting back to you.

“The damage suggests the gates were torn off…” he trails off as his gaze shifts to something behind you.

You turn to see what caught his attention and find Wanda approaching, her arms crossed defensively, eyeing the two strangers warily. She stops beside you, and you introduce her.

“This is Wanda, Pietro’s twin sister.”

“Oh great, another one,” Tony mutters under his breath.

Wanda’s eyes narrow at his comment, and she gives Tony a sharp once-over before turning to you with a questioning look.

You sigh inwardly, marveling at how quickly Tony manages to get on the twins' bad side with so little effort.

Leaning closer to her, you whisper, "Be nice. We didn’t have any other options."

Wanda’s lips press into a thin line, clearly displeased, but she turns to Tony, her tone calm and commanding.

“Your things are blocking the entrance. You need to move them.”

To your surprise, Vision quietly excuses himself, stepping away, and begins moving their tools and supplies to the side. You can’t help but smile in mild amusement, wondering if Wanda noticed his reaction to her.

Tony, however, remains where he is, letting out a huff of disbelief at Vision’s actions before chuckling as he turns back to the two of you.

He reaches out as if to pat Wanda on the head.

“For someone so small, you sure know how to act like you’re in charge.”

Your eyes widen in alarm, but before you can intervene, it’s too late.

Wanda’s eyes flare red, and Tony’s hand freezes mid-air, wrapped in the familiar glow of her power.

A brief flicker of surprise crosses Tony’s face as he glances between Wanda and his immobilized hand.

Then, with an understanding smirk, he remarks, “Well, looks like we found the culprit who really destroyed the gates.”

You quickly step forward, placing a calming hand on Wanda’s shoulder, pulling her protectively closer to you.

“The crash destroyed the gates, not Wanda,” you say firmly, your tone carrying a warning as you glare at Tony.

Still smirking, Tony raises his free hand in mock surrender.

“If you say so.” He nods toward his trapped hand. “Mind letting this go? Kinda need it to do my job—assuming you still want my help.”

With a reluctant sigh, you glance at Wanda, who continues to glare at Tony, and give her a nod to let him go.

After a moment, the red glow fades from her eyes, and Tony’s hand is released. He rubs his wrist, his grin never faltering.

“I wouldn’t provoke her any further if I were you,” you warn, your voice low but clear.

“Noted,” Tony replies, still grinning. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “So, anyone else you’re coddling that I should meet before I get started?”

You roll your eyes and turn to leave, guiding Wanda away with you.

“I don't like him,” Wanda mutters. Then, with a hint of concern, she asks, “Can we even trust someone like him?"

Her question lingers in the air as you weigh your thoughts.

Despite his arrogance and sarcasm, Tony doesn’t strike you as a bad person. He clearly has the skills for the job, and beneath the bravado, there’s something capable and dependable about him.

“I think we can,” you reply honestly, though a nagging feeling lingers concerning something else.

Based on what you've observed, Tony doesn’t appear to you as just some ordinary traveler visiting the kingdom. Your instincts tell you there’s something more.

With a slight shake of your head, you push the thought aside for later and decide to focus on what's next.

“Come on, help me get ready for the council meeting.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha strides purposefully across the courtyard toward the council room, her mind racing about the impending meeting.

Suddenly, Steve’s voice cut through her focus, pulling her back to the present.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, concern evident in his tone.

She stops at the edge of the training grounds, turning to face him. Her expression hardens slightly, reflecting the frustration she’s been harboring for the past few days.

“I’d feel a lot better if we weren’t about to waste time on a pointless interrogation,” she replies, her voice tinged with irritation. “What do they even hope to accomplish with this?”

Steve places a comforting pat on her shoulder.

“I understand how you feel,” he says softly, his tone both supportive and firm. “But people like Lord Sitwell need to feel in control. Maybe going through the motions with this will calm him and the others down.”

Natasha’s eyes flicker with a mix of annoyance and reluctant acceptance.

She knows Steve is right, but the frustration of the situation–especially with putting you in the middle of it–irritates her all the same.

Her gaze drifts past him toward the towering council chamber in the distance, wondering if you had already arrived.

The thought of seeing you is the only silver lining in this otherwise dreadful meeting.

She wonders if you feel the same.

Before she can dwell on it, a voice rings out, sharp and urgent.

“Careful! On your left!”

Natasha reacts instinctively, stepping to the side just as a shadow swoops down, brushing the space where she had stood moments before.

The bird completes its dive and soars back into the sky with a few strong beats of its wings.

Her gaze follows the bird’s path as it circles back and lands gracefully on the arm of a knight approaching them.

The knight dips his head apologetically as he nears.

“My apologies, Your Majesty, Captain,” he says with a small bow. “Redwing got a little excited.”

Natasha tilts her head, eyeing the bird with mild curiosity.

“Redwing?” she asks.

The knight nods, lifting his arm to show the bird more clearly.

“My falcon. See the red streak of feathers on his wings? He’s cute, isn’t he?” He grins, clearly proud of his feathered friend, and holds the bird closer. “Would you like to pet him?”

Natasha eyes the falcon warily, noting the bird's sharp beak and calculating gaze.

“I’m good,” she replies dryly, stepping back.

Steve chuckles and takes the opportunity to introduce the knight properly.

“This is Sir Sam Wilson and his companion, Redwing.”

Natasha gives a curt nod of understanding and acknowledgment.

“The knight you trust with your life,” she guesses.

Sam raises an amused brow, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

“Aw, Captain, I’m honored. Though maybe if you didn’t keep finding trouble, I wouldn’t have to save you so often.”

Steve groans, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“Alright, alright. I didn’t bring you here to make fun of me,” he says, gesturing toward Natasha. “You mentioned you had something to report, and I figured we both needed to hear it.”

Sam’s playful demeanor shifts as he straightens, adopting a more professional tone.

“Right. I’ve got good news and bad news,” he begins, gently urging Redwing to move from his arm to his shoulder.

The falcon complies, ruffling its feathers as it settles in.

“The good news is that I’ve dismissed all of Councillor Ross’ spies. It doesn’t seem like he’s sending any more, so for now, the only person keeping an eye on Lady Y/n’s movements is you, Your Majesty.”

Natasha’s jaw tightens, and she grimaces at his choice of words.

“You’re not surveilling her,” she corrects, her voice firm. “The goal is to watch for potential threats, not to…monitor her.”

Steve sighs quietly, meeting her gaze with a serious expression.

“I still think you should at least let Lady Y/n know. I’m not sure how she’d feel about this if she found out, especially considering…everything recently.”

He hesitates before continuing, his eyes softening with sympathy.

“If you regret the breakup, maybe it’s better to talk to her about it rather than doing all this.”

Natasha huffs in disbelief, offended at the suggestion of ulterior motives.

“This has nothing to do with that!” she snaps.

Beside Steve, Sam raises his hands in mock surrender, an understanding smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey, no judgments here. I’d be curious too whether my ex was meeting with anyone after we split.”

“That’s not—” Natasha starts, but cuts herself off, groaning in frustration as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

Deciding it’s not worth her energy, she waves the comment away.

“What’s the bad news?” she asks, eager to shift the focus.

Sam’s playful demeanor fades entirely as his face grows serious. He exchanges a concerned glance with Steve before continuing.

“Lord Sitwell’s been behaving strangely these last few days. Recently, he met with some people in one of the shadier parts of town. They were demanding something from him—something that was supposed to be ready already. I overheard him promise them he’d have it by the end of the week.”

Steve’s brows furrow, his eyes narrowing in concern at the information.

“That sounds like he’s desperate,” he mutters, the implications sinking in. “Whatever he’s supposed to give them…it can’t be good.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow as her mind races, connecting the new information with a sudden thought.

“You think this has something to do with today’s meeting? It was his idea, after all,” she muses, her tone sharpening.

“It's possible,” Steve responds, nodding gravely before turning to Sam with a serious expression.

“Keep digging. Let us know as soon as you find anything. In the meantime, we’ll proceed with the meeting and see if we can figure out what Sitwell’s after.”

Sam straightens, a look of determination crossing his face.

“Will do. Redwing and I will keep you both updated on Sitwell and Lady Y/n’s situation.”

As Redwing lets out a sharp cry and soars back into the sky, Sam gives them a respectful nod and turns to leave.

Natasha and Steve watch him go, the weight of the new information heavy between them. After a moment, Natasha glances at Steve curiously.

“So, is the bird watching Y/n then?” she asks, her tone dry but with a hint of amusement.

Steve chuckles, the tension easing slightly.

“Don’t worry, Redwing’s got sharper eyes than any of us,” he replies with a grin.

Natasha hums skeptically before turning her gaze back to the council chamber, her expression hardening once more.

“Let’s get this over with,” she says firmly, striding toward the chamber with renewed determination.

As Natasha and Steve approach the council room doors, a familiar, anxious voice nearby interrupts the low hum of conversation from within.

Natasha makes out the soft, frantic muttering, and she instinctively turns her head in the direction of the sound.

“You go ahead,” she tells Steve.

He pauses and looks toward the sound before giving her a knowing nod and continuing toward the council chamber.

Natasha veers off toward the balcony, following the sound of Kate Bishop’s voice.

As she draws closer, Natasha can make out Kate’s words more clearly, the younger woman’s tone laced with uncertainty and rising panic.

“What was I thinking? I don’t know the first thing about what to do in a council meeting!”

Kate’s hands flutter wildly in the air, her pacing quickening as she becomes more consumed by her spiraling thoughts.

Natasha stops outside the balcony’s entrance, watching for a moment as Kate’s obvious distress plays out before her.

She knows the younger woman is more than capable, but this challenge is different.

The pressure of the council can be overwhelming, even for the most seasoned members.

Deciding that it’s time to step in before Kate’s anxiety spirals out of control, Natasha takes a step forward, her boots making a soft sound on the stone floor as she approaches.

“You know,” Natasha begins, her voice calm and steady as it cuts through Kate’s rambling, “the whole reason I gave you the option was so that you could decide what's best for yourself.”

Kate jumps at Natasha’s voice, spinning around to face her.

“Natasha! I didn’t see you there,” she exclaims, her tone tinged with a mixture of surprise and relief.

Natasha gives her a small smile, reassuring her, “If you don’t want to be on the council, you could just refuse.”

Kate's expression shifts as her words sink in, and she quickly waves her hands in protest.

“No, no, I’m grateful for the consideration. It’s just…what if I mess up? What if I say something stupid or make the wrong call? These people are all so experienced, and I’m just—”

“You’re just what?” Natasha interrupts gently, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just as capable as anyone in that room, Kate. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Kate sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of her doubts.

“I know, but it’s still intimidating. It’s not exactly the same as shooting arrows or sparring on the training grounds. And then I couldn’t find Yelena anywhere in the castle to talk about this with her. She wasn’t at her usual spots, so that means she must’ve snuck out again—without me,” Kate rambles, her words quickening with anxiousness and exasperation.

Natasha’s expression softens in understanding as she places a reassuring hand on Kate’s shoulder, grounding her.

“Breathe, Kate.”

She makes a mental note about Yelena’s mysterious unknown whereabouts, tucking away that piece of information to deal with later.

For now, her focus is on calming Kate down.

After a couple of deep breaths from Kate, Natasha asks, “What made you decide to accept the seat and join the council?”

Kate hesitates for a moment before answering, her voice quieter now.

“When I visited Y/n the other day, she mentioned how some on the council gave you a hard time,” Kate replies, shrugging lightly. “And I thought, maybe if I were on the council—you'd have another person on your side, you know? But now I’m not so sure if I’d be able to do anything to help you.”

Natasha’s gaze softens, touched by Kate’s concern and the thoughtfulness behind her decision.

“Kate, you don’t have to be perfect; you just have to be yourself,” she says, her voice filled with quiet conviction. “You’ve got a perspective that no one else on that council has. That’s valuable. And you’ve got more courage than most people I’ve ever met.”

Kate looks up at Natasha, the tension in her features easing slightly.

“Do you really think I can do this?”

“I know you can,” Natasha replies with a small, encouraging smile. “But remember, the choice is still yours. If you ever feel like you don't want to do this anymore, there’s no shame in stepping back. But if you decide to stay, know that I’m grateful to have you on my side.”

Kate takes a deep breath, her resolve strengthening.

“Okay,” she says finally, her voice firmer now. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Natasha smiles, giving Kate’s shoulder a light squeeze.

“Good. Now, let’s get in there.”

Kate nods, her confidence returning as she walks toward the council chamber with Natasha.

As they enter, the murmurs of the council members die down, all eyes turning toward Natasha and Kate. Steve, already seated, gives them both a nod of acknowledgment.

Natasha takes her seat beside him, her presence commanding respect without a word.

Kate hesitates for a brief moment, but with a reassuring glance from Natasha, she moves to an empty chair further down the table.

With her settled, Natasha’s eyes instinctively seek you out in the room. She spots you quickly enough, engaged in a conversation with Maria.

The sight of your face lit with a warm smile instantly softens the tension she’s been carrying for the past few days.

However, as soon as your gaze meets hers, something shifts.

Your smile fades slightly, replaced by a neutral, unreadable expression. Without hesitation, you turn away from her, directing your attention back to your discussion with Maria.

The abrupt shift in your demeanor leaves Natasha momentarily unsettled, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion.

That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting from you.

Natasha quickly masks her surprise, forcing herself to focus on the matters at hand, but the lingering question of your action remains at the back of her mind.

The meeting begins as Ross formally welcomes Kate to the council and acknowledges your presence before passing the floor to Sitwell.

Natasha’s attention sharpens as Sitwell takes the lead, his tone smooth and calculated.

“Lady Y/n,” Sitwell begins, addressing you directly with a practiced politeness. “Were you aware of any indications about the attack that day?”

Natasha’s eyes narrow at the thinly veiled accusation in his question.

This is exactly what she had feared, Sitwell’s subtle attempt to paint you as a suspect rather than focusing on the real threat.

Her eyes flick to you, searching your face for signs of discomfort, but you remain composed and relaxed under the scrutiny.

“No,” you say calmly, your voice steady and unwavering. “My father’s early return from his trip that morning was unexpected though.”

Natasha suppresses a smirk of admiration as she watches you handle Sitwell’s probing with ease.

You’ve always had a way of turning the conversation back to the facts, refusing to be rattled.

The subtle redirection is clear—returning the focus to Dreykov, where it belongs.

But Sitwell ignores the opportunity you’ve given him to move on, and his next question cuts back toward you, determined to keep the discussion fixed on you.

“Can you remind the council again how you first became aware of the plans for the attack?” he asks, his tone pressing.

You remain unshaken, delivering your response with unwavering grace.

“We discovered correspondence between Lord Rumlow and Madam B about his next plans of action at the prison.”

Natasha watches Sitwell as he lowers his gaze to the documents in front of him, the ones Steve compiled during his investigation.

“And before that,” Sitwell presses on, “you were alone with Madam B for a short period, separated from the others. Could you tell us what happened during that time?”

There’s a beat of silence, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you offer him a polite, practiced smile.

“Unless you have something specific you’d like to ask, Lord Sitwell, I fail to see how my brief interaction with her is relevant to this discussion.”

The challenge in your tone is subtle, but Natasha picks up on it immediately. She can’t help but be impressed by your calm defiance.

Sitwell, however, remains undeterred. He leans forward, his tone sharpening.

“Madam B was your governess for years,” Sitwell remarks. “More importantly, she was involved in developing techniques similar to those used in the attack on the castle’s soldiers. Did she mention anything about that to you?”

Natasha exchanges a quick glance with Steve, her concern and suspicion mirrored in his eyes.

Sitwell is pushing into dangerous territory with his line of questioning, and Natasha can feel her patience start to thin at relentless probing.

“She mentioned developing a quicker way to control individuals for Lord Rumlow,” you reply calmly, not giving him more than he needs.

Sitwell’s gaze narrows.

“Using Queen Melina’s serum, correct? A serum that was highly classified. And yet, Madam B had access to it.”

He gestures pointedly toward you.

“You’ve been known to assist Queen Melina in recent years—do you have any idea how Madam B came into possession of such sensitive information?”

Natasha clenches her fists beneath the table, her temper flaring at Sitwell’s attempt to blame you for something that was not in your control.

She’s on the verge of stepping in when Steve firmly places his hand on the table, speaking up with a calm yet authoritative voice.

“As you said, Lord Sitwell, that information is restricted. It will be handled by the appropriate parties who need to know,” Steve interjects. “We’re here to discuss Lord Dreykov’s involvement in the attack, not to speculate on unrelated matters.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as Sitwell scowls, clearly displeased by Steve’s interruption.

Natasha can feel the frustration radiating off him, but he knows better than to challenge Steve directly. With a slight sneer, he drops the subject.

“Very well,” Sitwell says, his tone now colder. “Lady Y/n, what do you believe to be the extent of your father’s involvement in the attack?”

You remain poised, your voice calm and measured.

“We can start with how the soldiers who attacked us at the prison were his,” you respond.

A murmur ripples through the council, and one of the members chimes in, their voice skeptical.

“But how can you be sure they were following his orders and not acting independently?”

You draw in a deep breath, and Natasha notices the subtle tightening of your jaw as you answer.

“Dreykov is all about control. He surrounds himself with those who follow his every command. Anyone who doesn’t is…dispensable.”

Sitwell seizes on your words, raising an eyebrow as he rifles through his documents before fixing his gaze on you.

“I assume that’s why you chose to return to your manor—to save your servants?” he asks, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Maximoff twins. One of whom you’ve conveniently kept secret about her dangerous abilities.”

Your eyes flash with warning, but you maintain your composure.

“We all have our secrets, Lord Sitwell,” you reply smoothly. “Secrets we keep to protect the people we care about.”

A thin smile creeps onto Sitwell’s face, and Natasha feels a chill of unease. She becomes more alert, sensing the shift in the conversation.

“That’s exactly why we’re here, isn’t it?” Sitwell continues, his voice dangerously calm. “To uncover those secrets—the things that were left out of these so-called official reports.”

He tosses the documents onto the table dismissively, his gaze fixed on you.

“So, Lady Y/n, why don’t you tell us what happened during those moments before the final confrontation between you and your father?”

The room falls into tense silence as everyone waits for your response.

Natasha’s attention remains locked on you, her entire being ready to intervene if necessary.

For a brief second, your eyes flicker to hers, and in that instant, Natasha offers a small, subtle nod—a wordless gesture of support, silently reassuring you that she’s with you.

Taking a deep breath, you speak, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions beneath the surface.

“Lord Dreykov tried to use me to kill Natasha.”

The revelation sends a shockwave through the room, gasps and murmurs rising from the council members.

One of them leans forward, their voice urgent and concerned. “He threatened you?”

“In a way,” you admit, your voice quiet but firm. “He controlled me, just like Rumlow controlled the other soldiers.”

There was a palpable shift in the room.

The realization of what you’ve endured begins to sink in, and for a moment, the air is thick with the gravity of your admission.

But before the silence can stretch too long, Sitwell seizes the opportunity to regain control of the conversation.

“And we’re supposed to believe that you somehow broke free from his control on your own?” Sitwell’s eyes narrow, his tone sharp as he probes deeper. “Can you even explain the process he used to bring you under his control in the first place?”

At his question, Natasha notices a flicker of something—unease, confusion—flash across your face, and for the first time during the meeting, she sees a crack in your composed exterior.

You hesitate, and then, with a strained voice, you admit, “I can’t remember.”

Sitwell scoffs in disbelief. He leans forward, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“You can’t—or you won’t?”

You straighten in your seat, a flare of defiance in your eyes.

“I would never want to harm Natasha or anyone in her family intentionally. That’s the truth.”

Sitwell leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him as he regards you with cold calculation. His next question is calculated and sharp, aimed to undermine and cast doubt on everything you’ve said.

“How can we be sure you’re even telling the truth?”

The room falls into a tense, oppressive silence, every eye now locked on you. The weight of Sitwell’s words lingers in the air, thick with suspicion and judgment.

Natasha, already at her breaking point from watching Sitwell chip away at your integrity, feels the urge to intervene and finally put an end to this interrogation. She’s ready to speak when your voice cuts through the silence.

“The serum.”

The room seems to freeze for a moment, and Sitwell blinks, momentarily thrown by your response.

“What?”

Natasha swings her head toward you, her brows knitting together in confusion and concern.

Your suggestion is reckless, dangerous even, and she can hardly believe you would propose such a thing.

But there it is—that familiar look of determination she knows so well, etched across your face. It’s the same expression you wear when you’re willing to risk everything for what you believe in.

“Have me take the serum,” you repeat, your voice unwavering and resolute. “Then you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

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literaryavenger · 11 months ago

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Broken - part 5

Summary: You and Bucky keep bonding.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Mentions of Bucky's past and nightmares. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.2K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I decided on the ending for this story, and I have only one more chapter to go! Enjoy, the last one will probably come sometime tomorrow. Also, again, it's 4:30 am and I can't help myself lol.

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Spending time with Cassie you couldn’t help but feel better.

The more you have fun and laugh with the little girl, the more you forget about your anger against the team.

It also helps that you spend most of the day away from them, eating lunch with Cassie and Scott, who you didn’t stay mad at for too long. To be fair to him you didn’t even know him when everything happened so you don't blame him too much.

As promised, Bucky comes looking for you as soon as he and Steve get back to the tower, finding you still on Scott's floor while you guys watch Despicable Me inside a huge blanket fort Cassie insisted on building in the middle of the floor of the living room.

Thankfully the other occupants of this floor, Bruce, Thor and Loki, are still in New Asgard. He’s just about to turn around and go back to his room when you notice him.

"Hey Bucky! Where are you going, how did it go?" he looks uncertainly at Scott and his daughter before answering.

"I was just gonna…" he trails off, pointing behind him towards the elevator.

"Nonsense, come here." you tell him, patting the seat next to you in the fort.

He’s a little hesitant, but slowly comes further into the room, sitting on the ground, leaving a little space between you.

You give him a smile that he shyly returns before you hear a little voice clearing her throat, which brings your attention to the little girl on your right. "Yes, Princess Cassie?"

"And who would this be, Queen Y/N?" Bucky’s a little confused by the interaction, but says nothing.

"This is Bucky. What title would you like to give him?" Cassie thinks about it for a second while staring very intently at Bucky, narrowing her eyes at him, and you can’t hide your amusement.

That is, until Cassie suddenly lands on a role for Bucky.

"He should be the King!" she says, looking from him to you a couple of times "You guys look good together." you’re about to say something, when Scott beats you to the punch.

"She’s right, I can see it." he says putting his hands up and looking through them to frame you and Bucky together, clearly much more amused than you are at the situation.

You sigh, knowing you can’t escape this. "Well, what Princess Cassie says goes. I’m sorry, King Bucky, you’re stuck with me now."

You turn to Bucky who's still very confused, and is now also starting to turn slightly pink, so you decide to explain.

"We’re playing make believe. Cassie is the Princess, Scott is the Jester and I’m the Queen. I’m sorry to inform you you’ve been crowned King of the castle." you gesture to the fort with your hands.

"And also Y/N’s husband!" Cassie feel the need to shout, making your head snap to her with wide eyes while Bucky turns even redder, your own face starting to change color now.

"He gets it, Princess." you try not to snap at her, she’s just a kid and doesn’t mean anything by it, but it’s still pretty embarrassing.

You see Scott snickering behind Cassie and glare at him as much as you can trying to go unnoticed by her, but Cassie's attention is on the super soldier now.

"You're going to play with us, right?" she asks him in a sweet voice, making the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen. She certainly knows what she's doing.

Bucky, who hasn't said anything until now, doesn't know what to do. He looks at you for help and you give him an encouraging smile.

He then looked at Scott, worried that the man might want Bucky anywhere near his daughter, but Scott simply nods his head with a smile.

Bucky relaxes a bit and turned his attention back to the little girl, trying to find the right thing to say.

"Of course I'll play with you. After all, the Princess’ word is law." Cassie starts giggling at the bow he gives her, and you're almost giddy at seeing this side of Bucky, more relaxed than he's been since he got here.

Granted, it was just a couple of days ago, but he seems to be making a lot of progress really fast, so far, just like Steve said after he hugged you yesterday morning.

You keep watching the movie, then the second one and you get halfway through the third when Maggie comes by to pick up Cassie.

So, with the promise not to finish the movie without her, you and Bucky say goodbye to all three and make your way to your shared floor.

"You were right, she really is adorable." Bucky says with a smile as you get into the elevator.

"I know, it’s pretty hard to stay mad at Scott when he lets me hang out with her." you smile back at him. "So, how did your meeting go?"

You see Bucky tense and feel a little bad. You really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but you were genuinely curious and also wanted to support him. After all you know having a hearing isn’t certainly gonna be easy.

"I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to." You quickly reassure him and he seems to relax and gives you a nod.

When he doesn’t say anything else, you let it go. But Bucky had a question himself.

"Why are you ignoring everyone but me?" you sigh.

You don't blame him for being curious, you yourself are as nosy as they come. Always in a respectful manner, of course.

"I’m mad at them." You simply say. "They selfishly kept a pretty big thing from me. They made me feel bad, knowing they were lying to me. They’re my family, they should trust me more than this. I’ll get over it, eventually, but for now I’m happy avoiding everybody." you shrug. You know it’s kind of childish, but you also don’t care.

"Okay, I understand that… But why are you not avoiding me?" Now you’re confused.

"Why would I avoid you?" he bows his head in shame, not meeting your eyes as you exit the elevator and you already know you’re not going to like his answer.

"I’m the reason it all happened in the first place… it’s all my fault." You can feel the sadness in his voice, you can see he actually feels bad about causing this.

You, on the other hand, don't agree.

"Bucky," you start, stopping right in front of him, forcing him to stop too, looking up and quickly putting his hands on your arms to make sure you don't fall after almost colliding with you. "you can’t blame yourself for other people’s choices. Steve chose to help you, Tony chose to fight it, everybody else chose a side. None of it was on you. You didn’t ask anybody to do anything. So, please, stop feeling guilty."

Bucky looks at you silently for a few moments and you feel like he's searching your face for any hint that you might be lying, that you don't really believe what you were saying.

But he doesn't to find any so he nods and says "I’ll try." with his hands still on your arms and it's like you're suddenly registering just how close he is and how warm his touch is on your skin.

He’s about to say something else, when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

Bucky drops his hands from you like they burned and you turn around, almost feeling like you got caught doing something wrong when you see Steve and Sam just standing there looking at you two.

Steve has that stupid grin on his face that he doesn’t seem to be able to wipe every time he sees you and Bucky together, but Sam looks more concerned than anything.

"Everything okay here?" he says and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his insinuation that something might be wrong just because you’re alone with Bucky.

You turn back to the brunette super soldier and smile at him "I’m gonna go to my room, I still have some reports to finish. See you later?"

You wait until he nods and then get on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek like this morning, smiling a little more when you back away and see a little pink hue coming back to his face, but with a smile nonetheless.

You turn around and pass the other two men without saying a word, hearing them sigh behind you as you walk away towards your room.

Maybe you’re being a little dramatic, but you don’t feel like forgiving anybody else just yet.

So that’s how you find yourself spending more and more time with Bucky.

It feels like you spent all your free time with each other, only being apart at night and when Bucky joins the team for dinner.

He tried to get out of it multiple times to join you when you would eat in the kitchen of your floor, but Steve insists that it would be better for him to be around the team, even if just for an hour a day, and you fully agree.

That, however, doesn’t stop him from joining you afterwards just so you won't have to eat alone, for which you're grateful.

Initially Bucky's pretty content just following you around like a lost puppy, a fact that Sam and Steve never fail to mention as it amuses them to no end.

But Bucky doesn't care, and neither do you as you enjoy each other’s presence, even in silence.

Bucky likes watching you go about your day, still amazed by everything you do and you like having him near you. It makes you feel safe.

Still, the more time you spent together, the more comfortable he feels around you.

The real turning point comes when one night you open your door to find a disheveled looking Bucky, and you know immediately that him knocking at your door at 3 am meant nothing good.

Which is confirmed when he sniffles and you realize he has tears streaming down his face.

Without saying anything you hold out your hand, which he instantly takes as he lets you guide him inside, shutting the door behind him.

You walk to the bed and sit down, hand still in his and, when he just stands there you tug on it, silently letting him know that it's okay for him to join you.

You expect him to sit next to you as he’s done countless times now while leaving a respectful space between you, always the gentleman.

What you didn’t expect is him crawling into your bed, taking you to lay down with him, and hugging you as tightly as he can without hurting you, his legs also wrapping around yours.

To say you're shocked right now is an understatement. You always made a point to keep physical touch to a minimum when it comes to Bucky, not wanting to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

But here he is, clinging to you like a scared little kid, crying his eyes out with his head buried in the crook your neck.

You wrap your arms around his shaking body, hugging him as tight as he is, rubbing his back to try and soothe him, whispering what you hope are words of encouragement in his ear.

You stay like that for a while until he finally calms down and stops crying.

You don’t rush him to let go or to talk about it, letting him decide if and when he's ready to talk at all.

After a few minutes of total silence you think the poor guy cried himself to sleep, but he proves you wrong by moving his head away from your neck and placing it on your chest.

You feel him play with your necklace as he starts talking with a quiet voice that reminds you of the first day you met him. "I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to bother you, but I didn’t want to be alone and had nowhere else to go." and your heart breaks for him.

"Don’t apologize, Buck. You can always come to me, it doesn’t matter what time it is."

He looks up, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him, and seems like he's about to say something else but thinks better of it, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times.

He settles for giving you a gentle squeeze and moving his head back to lay on you, but you don't need words to know he's grateful for your understanding.

He's seemingly unashamed of the way he's still clinging to you and you’d be lying if you said you mind being so close to him either.

You start running your hand through his hair, which he seems to appreciate, and, after a few more minutes of silence, he starts speaking again.

He tells you about the nightmares he’s been having ever since he escaped Hydra, and that tonight, after a particularly gruesome one, he just couldn’t stand being alone.

He doesn't go into too much detail about the dream but tells you enough for you to want to take a few firearms and track down every single person connected to Hydra so you can put as many bullets in them as you can carry, then light them on fire for good measure.

But, Bucky being your first priority, you stay where you are and try your best to comfort him, eventually changing the subject to keep his mind off the nightmare.

You talk until the sun comes up, birds chirping, but neither of you make a move to get up at any point, eventually falling asleep for a couple of hours in each other’s arms.

Part 6

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bellarkeselection · 5 months ago

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3 - Escaping with a Bridgerton

Part 4

The Venus Muse

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Benedict's pov

Sitting in the main living room I was scribbling in my sketchbook until I heard someone enter the room lifting my gaze. I saw my sister Eloise sit across from me at the table. “What were you thinking the other night!”

“Good morning, Eloise. How did you sleep?” I greeted her, not sure what she was upset about.

She leans forward on the table whispering in a snappy tone. “Don’t change the subject when I know that you were alone with the Queen's daughter last night.”

“The queen has many daughters, Eloise.”

She hit her hands on the table and thankfully it was just the two of us in the room. “Princess Y/n! Now what we're you thinking.”

“I shared a dance with her. I don't see what the problem is here. Would you rather she sit there by herself for that whole evening hmm.” I questioned her.

My sister rolls her eyes. “The problem is that she is royalty and we are not according to society.”

“I'm aware of that but it doesn’t change the fact that I am a gentleman. I will not leave a lady in distress regardless of being royalty or not.”

She puts a hand over her face, sighing heavily. “Benedict, I'm just worried that if you show this girl you're attention you might give her the wrong impression. She's not a common lady. Her mother could have you beheaded if she wished.”

“I'm quite sure the princess knows that, Eloise.” Shutting my sketchbook I sent her a half smile. “And wasn't it you who told me to live my life and you would through me since women aren't allowed to do much in society.”

She sighed in defeat. “I suppose I did.”

“All I'm doing is giving the princess the same thing you asked from me. A chance to experience a life she's never known but wished she had.”

I knew my sister meant well by her response but I wasn't as worried as she was. “I care about you, brother. I truly do. But you need to be careful is all I am saying to you when it comes to this princess Y/n.”

“I think I understand what you are saying now.” I leaned closer to her, putting my elbows on top of my sketchbook. “She's less deserving of attention simply because she doesn't meet the demands of polite society.”

Eloise nodded her head yes with a sad look. “I don't wish to squash your fun. But you must remember your not in the royal standings to court a princess. Even though I think you would probably be a lot better than a snooty prince.”

“Thank you for your input, dear sister. But it's sadly not needed. I am going to keep my word to the Queen's daughter no matter what society tells me.” Scooping up my sketchbook underneath one of my arms I left the room knowing I needed to prepare a few things before I saw her tonight.

Y/n's pov

Standing out on one of the balconies of the castle I felt like I was in my own little world right here. The second I stepped over that door threshold I would feel trapped once more, even though it's been my home my whole life. Hearing footsteps coming up behind me I recognized the voice quite well. “Y/n, there you are. I was beginning to think you had run off to the horse stables again tonight.”

“Why would you think such a thing?” I asked her still looking at the vast landscape in front of me.

My best friend Glimmer had moved into the castle after my mother saw her father help my father through one of his episodes without any torture necessary like the older doctor according to rumors inside these walls. “Because you disappeared off to the horse stables during the ball the other night. I know you far too well, bestie.”

“And I know you too. So before you say anything I am not going to fall for the man I scampered off with that night.”

She came to stand beside me leaning her elbows on the balcony railing. “Why won't you embrace the possibility, hmm?” Her long dark auburn hair cascading down her back and flowing freely in the wind.

“Because it’s never going to happen. I am a princess, the daughter of King George and Queen Charlotte. I have to marry a man of noble blood and anything beyond that isn’t acceptable for the crown’s image.” Glaring lightly at my best friend I spun around on my feet entering the room and away from the balcony.

Glimmer flipped her hair out of her face, stomping up in my direction. “Oh please stop telling me things I already hear everyday. I want to hear what you really feel. I want to hear what your mother thinks about you marrying and have it not included for the benefit of her crown and royal legacy.”

“My mother has told me once that she simply wants me to be happy. It doesn’t matter who I marry, at least that’s what I hope she meant. Although it’s difficult to read her expressions when all she’s concerned with is discovering the identity of Lady Whistledown.”

Glimmer crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/n, I’m your best friend which means I need to be very honest with you. You need to find love and it won’t get done with you hiding out here. Go see him-“

“Did you hear that. What is going on outside?” We glanced back at the balcony railing hearing something hit the rail a couple of times gaining our attention. I slowly moved forward peaking over the railing side trying to see through the dark of night.

Glimmer joined me peeking over the railing herself seeing who it was throwing rocks in the darkness. “I don’t see anything - wait - wait - I think I see somebody. Look over to your right just a little bit.” I followed where her index finger was pointing to the spot, seeing a figure standing near the small rocks that were piled up along the castle wall.

“Benedict!”

Glimmer giggled gently, shaking on my arm and nearly hanging on my back. “You’re Prince Charming is throwing pebbles.”

“I can see that. Now please - stop shaking me.”

Benedict chuckled up at the two of us. He wasn’t sure what was drawing his soul towards this girl. Yet he didn’t want this current feeling to disappear away, especially if he could help it. “Princess, I made you a promise and I intend to keep it. Won't you come down and see what I have planned.”

“Are you crazy. I can't climb down those vines. I'll fall and crack my skull opened.” Pointing my hand to the thick green vines that grew outside my window I knew that was what he was referring to when he said climb down.

Benedict smiled brightly up at me gesturing with his arms out in front of his chest. I'll catch you if you fall, princess.”

“What are you waiting for. Climb down the vine and sneak off with him.” Glimmer yanked me backwards eyeing the gown I had on which was a simple blue nightgown with some white trousers underneath and my short brown boots that I would take off when I would head for bed.

I gasped smacking her hand that was holding my wrist. “I can’t sneak out with him, Glimmer!”

“For god sake do something rebellious in your life. You want adventure, well this is the start. Don't worry about your mother or the guards almost everyone is asleep anyway.” She sent me an annoyed look before I nodded and she helped me over the railing.

Managing to make it down to the ground without falling Benedict eyed my best friend whispering into the night. “I'll have her back before dawn, my lady.” I intertwined my hand with his and we disappeared into the night with me unsure of where he was taking me.

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eikaeli · 2 years ago

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~DUTY TO DEVOTION~

Pairing: Demon Prince!Choi San x Angel Princess!Reader

Tags: Angst, fluff, maybe a little bit of smut, happy ending/sad ending, jealousy, humor

I'm bad at describing!!!

The rest of Ateez are here for a moment, Seonghwa is a playboy

Synopsis: Two worlds collided for peace. San, the prince of hell has to rethink his father's decision for him to force an alliance with the princess of heaven, through an arranged marriage. Can they be the pair that will live happily ever after? Or is it just a duty to be fulfilled Part 1/Part 2/Part 3 In a world where demons and angels coexisted, there were two powerful kingdoms: the Kingdom of Haven and the Kingdom of Thorne. The two kingdoms had been in conflict for centuries, but the tension was finally ending. The King of Demons and the Queen of Angels had decided to bring peace to their kingdoms through an arranged marriage between their children. Prince San, the second son became a candidate or should we call a replacement for this arranged marriage as Prince Seonghwa, the eldest son was a playboy. Their father was unhappy with Prince Seonghwa's attitude and sick of his son bringing home different women every night. So, San has to step in to grant his old man's wish. San's POV: I was called to the throne room, and my father wants to talk to me about something important. It set my heart to beat faster than usual, and with heavy footsteps, I entered the throne room. "Father," I greet my father as I step into the room. "San, my son, I need to speak with you."

I could tell by the tone of my father's voice that this was going to be a serious conversation. I braced myself and walked into his throne room.

"What is it, Father?" I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

"It's about your brother, Seonghwa," my father said with a scowl.

"He's been neglecting his duties and spending all his time with those human girls. He's no longer fit to be our next king."

I suppressed a sigh. Seonghwa had always been a playboy, but I didn't want to see him cast out of the family.

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"You are the next in line for the throne, San," my father said pointedly. "And as such, it is your duty to marry and secure the future of our kingdom. I have arranged a marriage for you with the Angel Princess Y/N."

My heart sank at the mention of an arranged marriage. I had always hoped to find love on my own terms, but it seemed like that was never going to happen.

"I understand, Father," I said evenly, trying not to show any disappointment. "I will do my duty and marry Princess Y/N."

"Good," my father said with a nod of approval. "I expect you to treat her with respect and honor. And don't forget San - this is not just about you. This is about the future of our kingdom."

I nodded, knowing that my father was right. But as I left the throne room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness at the thought of marrying someone I didn't love. Author's POV:

San was feeling overwhelmed after his conversation with his father. He knew that marrying Y/N was the right thing to do for their kingdoms, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being used as a replacement for his brother.

He needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen without judgment. And there was only one person he trusted enough to confide in - Yeosang. Author's notes: Yeo will judge you're ass, so be careful XD

Yeosang was San's closest friend, and he knew that he could always count on him for advice and support. So he made his way to Yeosang's chamber, hoping that he would be there.

Thankfully, Yeosang was in his chamber. "What you want?" Yeosang with his bitchy attitude questioned San's presence in his chamber. "Can I talk to you for a second?" San asked. "Yeah, sure. Come in," San sighed heavily and sat down on the bed. "I just had a conversation with my father about my wedding to Y/N," he explained. "And I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed."

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. "I see. And what kind of advice are you looking for?"

San hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this kind of commitment."

Yeosang nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you could always talk to Y/N about your concerns," he suggested.

San shook his head. "I don't want to burden someone I barely know about my concerns, I never met her, Yeo.

Yeosang nodded and gave him a small smile. "Then maybe you should talk to someone who's been in a similar situation," he said.

San looked at him quizzically. "Who?"

Yeosang shrugged. "Well, I've never been in an arranged marriage, but I do know a thing or two about commitment."

San chuckled. "You're not even dating anyone, Yeosang."

Yeosang grinned. "Exactly. I'm an expert in being single."

San rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh. Yeosang always had a way of making him feel better.

"San, marriage is a big responsibility," Yeosang finally said after a while. "But if you do love Y/N, and if you think that you can be a good partner to her, then I think you should go for it. You can't let your fears and doubts hold you back."

San nodded, taking in Yeosang's words. He appreciated his friend's honesty.

"Can I ask you something?" San said after a moment. "What about Jongho? Do you think that you'll ever tell him how you feel?"

Yeosang's cheeks turned slightly pink, but he didn't look away. "I don't know, San. It's complicated. I don't want to risk our friendship, but sometimes I can't help the way that I feel."

San understands that his friend is shy to confess his feeling, but when the time has come, he will always be there for his friend.

"Thanks, Yeosang," San said gratefully. "You always know how to put things into perspective."

Yeosang just shrugged. "Anytime, man. You know I'm always here for you."

San left Yeosang's room feeling much better than when he had arrived. He knew that he still had a lot to figure out, but he was grateful to have a friend like Yeosang who could help him through it all.

Author's POV:

Y/N was sitting in her room when her mother came to deliver the news. She had been expecting it, of course - as a princess, she had always known that an arranged marriage was a possibility. But that didn't make it any easier to hear.

"Y/N, I have some news," her mother said, sitting down next to her on the bed. "I have arranged for you to marry Prince San of the Demon Kingdom."

Y/N's heart sank. She had heard of Prince San, of course - he was known for his fiery temper and his powerful control over fire and darkness. But she had never met him, and the idea of marrying a stranger was daunting.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Y/N said, her voice shaking slightly. "What if I don't love him? What if he doesn't love me?"

Her mother put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Y/N, it's natural to feel anxious. But you are strong and capable, and I have no doubt that you will make a wonderful wife to Prince San. And who knows - maybe you'll even fall in love with him."

Y/N wasn't convinced, but she appreciated her mother's reassurance. She knew that her duty as a princess was to do what was best for her people, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.

But that didn't make it any easier to face her teasing older brother, Woo. He had always been a bit of a jokester, and he took great delight in teasing Y/N about her impending marriage.

"Hey, Y/N, have you started practicing your demon-summoning spells yet?" he joked, winking at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to her. "Ha ha, very funny, Woo. I'm sure you'll be the first one I call if I ever need to summon a demon."

Woo chuckled. "Well, you never know. Maybe you'll end up falling in love with the demon prince after all."

Y/N gave him a playful shove. "I highly doubt that. But speaking of love interests, I heard a rumor that someone has a crush on the royal chef."

Woo's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on anyone!"

Y/N smirked. "Oh really? Because I heard that you've been spending an awful lot of time in the kitchen lately, trying to impress a certain someone."

Woo's face turned bright red. "Okay, fine, you got me. I do have a ....crush on Changbin. But you can't tell anyone, Y/N! Please?"

Y/N put on a mock-serious expression. "Hmm, I don't know, Woo. It might be fun to see how the royal staff reacts when they find out that the Princess's brother has a crush on the chef."

Woo groaned. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll stop teasing you about the demon prince if you promise not to tell anyone about my crush. Deal?"

Y/N laughed. "Deal." Despite her worries about the future, moments like this reminded her that she still had her family's love and support, and that was something she could always count on.

Author's POV:

Seonghwa made his way to Hongjoong's chambers, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment at the news that he was being replaced by his younger brother for the arranged marriage. As he entered the room, Hongjoong looked up from the book he was reading, and immediately sensed the tension in Seonghwa's body.

"What's wrong?" Hongjoong asked, setting the book aside and giving Seonghwa a concerned look.

Seonghwa let out a frustrated sigh. "It's this marriage," he said. "My father is making me step aside for San. It's not fair, Hongjoong. I am the oldest son, I should be the one marrying the princess."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Is that what's bothering you?" he asked. "The fact that you're not getting to marry the princess?"

Seonghwa nodded, feeling his temper rise. "Yes, of course! It's a matter of pride, Hongjoong. I can't just sit back and let my younger brother take my place."

Hongjoong leaned forward, placing a hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. "Listen to me, Seonghwa," he said firmly. "Your attitude is not right. You're acting like a spoiled child, throwing a tantrum because things didn't go your way. This marriage is not just about you and your pride - it's about the future of our kingdoms, and the peace that it will bring. You need to start thinking about the bigger picture, not just your own desires."

Seonghwa felt a wave of shame wash over him as Hongjoong's words sank in. He knew that his friend was right - he had been acting selfishly, without considering the consequences of his actions. "You're right," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Hongjoong. I just...I can't help feeling disappointed."

Hongjoong gave him a small smile. "It's okay to feel disappointed, Seonghwa. But you need to learn to channel that energy into something positive. Find a way to support your brother, and to make this marriage work for everyone involved. Who knows, maybe you'll find happiness in unexpected ways."

Seonghwa snorted. "Yeah, right. Like who would want me now?"

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You're a catch, Seonghwa. If no one else wants you, I'll take you."

Seonghwa laughed, feeling a little bit lighter. "Thanks, Hongjoong. I appreciate it."

Hongjoong winked at him. "Anytime, my friend."

Author's notes: This is the first-ever au/fic I have written with the help of ChatGPT, my own imagination, and the AI just created what and how I want the plots to be. English is my second language after Bahasa Melayu.

To Be Continued...

#choi san #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho☆彡 #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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bungeo-ppangie · 2 years ago

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˗ˏˋ ENHYPEN ´ˎ˗ when you make them dance

ღ pairing. enha x reader

ღ contents. fluff, just a fun lil scenario, enha with their s/o

ღ summary. in which you coincidentally find a kpop random dance while walking with your enha s/o, and feel the need to see a real trainee join

﹒⪩⪨﹒scroll for reactions

LEE HEESEUNG

tries to convince you that it's the same as watching him practice

however, you aren't convinced at all ofc

and continue begging him with puppy eyes

he eventually caves in because you were too cute~

(also he was just a little bit excited to show you his talents as our beloved ace)

but he'll never admit it

does everything perfectly, but in the back of the crowd so wonie wouldn't beat him up later for showing up in public without telling him

you're very indignant on how everyone is cheering for a different dancer

(even though they couldn't actually see him and were focused on the people at the front as anyone would be)

when you were absolutely sure hee was better

which he finds absolutely endearing

overall a fun experience

10 minutes of begging for a 30 second experience, but was it worth it?

yes. no arguments.

"... just one song, for you"

PARK JAY

very worried he'll mess up in front of you

barters to get himself out of the situation

convinces you that it's bad for your system to exercise exactly 3 hours and 37 minutes after eating (?)

idk how

but his absolute unfiltered 100% organic bullshitting saved his tush

another factor in his victory may have been that he was talking so fast

that your brain was tripping over itself trying to comprehend what he was saying

so you ended up just nodding confusedly

and never realized what was happening until you were already home with him

he definitely makes you your favorite food for dinner to compromise

you learned 2 lessons from this experience:

1) never underestimate your bf's skill at lying to save himself

2) it is in fact not bad for your system to exercise exactly 3 hours and 37 minutes after eating

"see, isn't this better than watching me look stupid?"

SIM JAKE

shy puppy

unlike the others he doesn't try to argue

idk i feel like he'd quickly join for a round just to appease you

even if he's a bit nervous he definitely wouldn't show it

but forgets about the event just as quickly as he got it over with

you both just end up continuing on with your plans for the day

and spend half of said day cooing over layla

very understandable though

i'm sorry this is so short

i need to do more jake research

PARK SUNGHOON

worried pt.2

shields your eyes the moment he sees the dance going on and tries to steer you away

mans knew what was coming for him

even though you know you're so getting teased for this later, you pout at him and beg him to dance

he blushes, seeing you so cute, but hides it with his sleeve to save his pride

points out that you're a capable dancer yourself, why don't you do it?

you end up agreeing to do it together, after much debate

when he sees that he can't get himself out of the situation

he decides to just tease you on how whipped you are for him

even though he's just as excited to see you dance

prays to the lord that he doesn't mess up right before the next chorus begins

thankfully he doesn't and performs perfectly

which, in turn, led to his cover being blown

his mask falling off at the end may have possibly also contributed to this

(someone thought you were wonyoung?? best compliment fr)

you two run home after almost being chased the entire way by some not very nice fans

one of them being a dive who may need a new prescription for their contacts

he ends up hiding from wonie for a week

"W for my pulling skills"

KIM SUNOO

sassy queen

you didn't even ask him to join

you could swear he was just next to you, but when you turn around, you don't see him anymore

ofc you're panicking while looking around

until you see a random play dance that was currently playing crown by txt

he just couldn't resist after being repeatedly interrupted during the chorus when he danced in the practice room with the rest of enhypen

you just go stand by and watch him vibing

thankfully in the back of the crowd, who knows what his manager would've done if he knew sunoo was joining a publicly filmed and broadcasted event without approval

he refuses to leave until he's done his 15th chorus

and you're barely able to pull him out

is now besties with half the people there

and he somehow still hasn't leaked his identity

the crowd's excitement dies down a little after our sunshine leaves

he talks the entire way home about the girl group songs

and how you totally would've slayed them

is out like a light after getting home

"that was so fun, you should've joined!"

YANG JUNGWON

worried pt.3

not that he'll mess up because yang leader is perfect

but he thinks he might be discovered by some very perceptive engenes

he figures he'll be fine though

as long as he stays clear of the front of the crowd

and he'll do mostly anything to make you happy

except washing dishes

cutie

dances whenever you tell him to join

will happily stay for as long as you'd like him to

adds in random moves to make you laugh

pulls you in for ping pong so to avoid anyone else dancing as his partner

you two are complimented by various other dancers for your talent and chemistry

buys you ice cream later too cool off with

even though he was the one dancing

"we should dance together more often~"

NISHIMURA RIKI

will hop in without you asking pt.2

is the one asking you to join him

body rolls at any given opportunity just for the fun of it

competing against you even though he knows he'll win

this is a given fact due to the number of just dance battles he won you at

however you'll never admit he's better than you and you're constantly trying to best him

he'll also never admit that you're improving much more than you think you are

he shamelessly reveals himself to everyone within the vicinity with his undeniable talent after a mere 2 choruses

thankfully people were chill about it and decided to turn off the recording camera and livestream to make it more accommodating towards your idol bf

which you both really appreciated

you two end up teaching some kids an enha chorus

(OMG HE WAS SO CUTE WITH THE KIDS I CANT-)

those kids were so talented though it's scary

on the positive side: mini rikis?!??

your previous plans for the day are quickly forgotten

and you guys spend the rest of the day there

definitely one of the best memories you've had together

"i'm still gonna win, you know"

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what-if-queen-camilla · 1 year ago

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Brighter Days

... a glimpse into the future with a little spin-off as someone wished for last night ❤️

I hope you'll like this piece and it doesn't spoil too much - don't worry, the main story will soon continue as well!

6th May 2023, morning

Buckingham Palace

"Wonderful, Mummy, you look absolutely beautiful!", 35-year-old Theodora sighed and wiped a few tears away as she stood in front of her mother - the Queen of the United Kingdom, who was going to be crowned, alongside her father, King Charles III, at Westminster Abbey in less than 3 hours. Although they'd had about 8 months to prepare themselves, sometimes it still felt surreal to her, not to speak of her poor mother who'd been nothing but a nerve-wreck for at least 72 hours. And now she stood there, dressed in the most beautiful, cream white gown with all of it's amazing, personal, little details, the stunning golden embroidery, for jewellery only wearing a delicate little golden cross bracelet and fine golden earrings and, most impressively, Queen Victoria's coronation necklace, which simply looked exquisite on her. She really looked like an angel, so elegant and graceful and pure…

"Thea is right, Mummy, you look marvellous and everything's going to be fine!", Laura agreed and also wiped a few tears away. Camilla turned around and looked at them all full of gratitude, love and uncertainty. They had all lined up in front of her, almost like military regiment: Annabel and Fiona, (who'd be her most senior Mistresses of the robes during the ceremony, followed by Princess Charlotte and her own little, six-year-old daughter Isabella, followed by Lola and Eliza, Camilla's two older granddaughters who had both turned 15 last October and January respectively), Laura, Lola and Eliza, and herself, who had all been with her all morning, helped her get dressed and at least tried to help her relax. "Milla, we're all so very proud of you!", Annabel declared solemnly and with a tearful voice, emotionally looking at her sister, full of love and admiration, quietly adding: "If only Mum and Dad could see you like this..." "Yes, if only…", Camilla said, but thankfully, before the two of them could have got any more melancholic, the door was opened and the other ladies came in: Catherine with Charlotte and Isabella, all three of them looking stunning, Catherine regally dressed in the same robe of the Royal Victorian Order as Theodora, and the girls twinning in the cutest little white cape dress ever, looking so happy and so proud to be part of all of this, it was just heartwarming. Camilla's face lit up the moment she had seen her youngest granddaughters and both Isabella and Charlotte rushed over to her to give her a hug, but Annabel and Fiona were rather concerned about the dress, consciously preventing them from being too wild - not only the girls but also an overjoyed grandmother. "These two here…", Catherine said, smilingly pointing at the girls. "Wanted to give you a little something." "Oh?", Camilla asked, looking at them in excitement, and Charlotte sweetly helped Isabella pull out the little box which they had jointly designed and painted in Camilla’s favourite colour, duck egg blue. Isabella shyly handed it over to her grandmother, who looked at it very interested and admiringly. "Such a pretty little box, look at the beautiful paintings!", she gushed, carefully drawing over the delicately painted flowers and hearts with her finger. "Have you two made it?", she asked and Charlotte and Isabella nodded. "You're so talented, it's absolutely beautiful, thank you, my little darlings!", she said, visibly moved, and bent down to give them sort of a half-hug, much to Annabel and Fiona's concern but, thank goodness, nothing happened to the dress.

"Gaga, you have to open it…", Lola said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in amusement. "Oh…", Camilla chuckled, facepalming herself, before finally opening the pretty little box. "Ohhh!", she exclaimed, as she discovered a beautiful, golden bracelet with eight heart-shaped, golden charms on it. Carefully, she placed it in her hand to have a closer look and realised that every charm featured one of her ladies' names, engraved in their own handwriting: Annabel, Laura, Theodora, Lola, Eliza, Catherine, Charlotte and Isabella. Camilla looked up at them and, once more, had to wipe a few tears away. "This is so very beautiful, I… I don't know what to say.", she stuttered, touched and overwhelmed. "We're happy you like it!", Eliza said, tenderly stroking her grandmother's arm. "I… I'm sorry I'm being so emotional today, it's just…" "... the nerves, we know, and understand that.", Catherine assured her with a comforting smile. "Are you going to wear it today?", Charlotte asked, expectantly looking at Camilla, who shook her head in disappointment. "I'm afraid not, sweetie. But I'll wear it for the concert tomorrow and probably never take it off again! It's so beautiful and I'll always have all of you with me, wherever I go. I shall treasure it forever.", she said solemnly, carefully putting the bracelet back into the box, placing it on the sideboard next to her other personal belongings which would be taken back to Clarence House by their staff once they'd have left for the service."Gaga, we have to take a selfie of all of us before we leave!", Lola suggested almost in panic, as if this was the most important part of the day - perhaps it was, at least to her. "Alright, alright, let's take a selfie.", Camilla laughed, motioning for the other ladies to gather together around her so that Lola, who stood in front of her, had them all on camera. "Cheese!", she said and everyone smiled their most beautiful smile - just in time, as one second later the doors swung open and the other non-royal family members came in to pick up Laura as she was not going to leave together with the others. She kissed Camilla goodbye, one last time "uncrowned", waved at the others and disappeared.

"I think we might go and search for husbands soon as well.", Catherine said and Theodora nodded. "Yes, we'd better." They'd be driven to the Abbey by car but would take part in the procession at the beginning of the service, so they'd all had to be absolutely on time. "Alright, Mummy… we take our leave as well.", she announced, taking both her mother's hands, looking at her full of love. "You will be amazing. I love you so much and I'm so proud of you. We all are.", she said, pressing Camilla’s hands tightly, affectionately kissing both her cheeks, before she bent down to her little daughter, pulling her into her arm. "And you, my little darling, will be amazing, too.", she told her. "You take care of Gaga and protect her, will you?", she asked with a twinkle in her eye, and Isabella nodded seriously. "I will, Mummy.", she promised. "And Lola and Eliza take care of you. You will listen and do what they say, won't you?" "Yes, Mummy." "Good girl!", Thea praised her and kissed her cheeks as well. It hadn't initially been planned for her and Charlotte to be involved in the ceremony the way they were now, it had just happened during the rehearsals, they had been obsessed with Camilla’s robes and desperately wanted to do what Annabel and Fiona were doing so at some point, they had given in and let them try and everyone's surprise, they had taken it all very seriously and done amazingly. Eventually, the girls had been asking and begging and crying so long that their parents and grandparents, especially Camilla, whose robes were concerned in the first place, had allowed them to do the job on the big day, with the one condition that the two older girls, Lola and Eliza, would be behind them and assist, should the need arise, and after a bit of loving persuasion, they, too, had agreed to do this for their grandmother and Camilla had been overjoyed.

Catherine and Theodora rushed down the grand staircase which, much to their amusement, was quite a noisy affair in the heavy robes. It was the first time for both of them to wear the full "regalia" of the Royal Victorian Order which they had both been bestowed with by Her late Majesty in 2017 and 2019 respectively, each of them wearing it with pride. Down in the Entrance Hall, their husbands were already waiting for them with their two little sons; William, looking all dashing in his Order of the Garter robes, with Louis and Thea's husband Alexander, dressed in an elegant Morning Suite, with their four-year-old son Albert. "You two look lovely!", William said charmingly to his wife and sister, greeting both of them with a kiss. "So do you!", Thea said, asking: "Have you been with dad? How is he doing?" "Um… alright.", William replied, but Louis revealed: "Grandpa is nervous!!!", which caused both little boys to chuckle. The four adult shared a smile as well, before each couple with their respective son, entered their car…

#king charles #queen camilla #royal family #royal baby #fanfic #fanfiction #prince william #princess of wales #princess charlotte #coronation

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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Love's thorny grip - Chapter 7

Incredible banner by @ladycheesington <3 I adore it so much. She's so incredibly talented. Go follow her! I wonder what he's thinking...

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, romance, falling in love, soft yandere Levi, plot development, fluff, rough Levi, oral (fem reviewing), slight public oral sex.

Concept: You confront the traders of the country and enforce fairer laws for workers and pay. You go with Kuchel to a shop where she surprises you with a dress for your engagement party. You and Levi enjoy yourselves at the party and let people know when the wedding will be. Ji-Woo confronts you and Levi before being sent away. Levi and you go to a balcony alone where he has you as his meal.

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The room was full of shouting men with you sat at the head of it all. Your father gazed at you with a concerned but caring look. You smiled softly back at him before continuing your paperwork as the men settled down. Luna poured you a cup of tea and smiled at you. You winked at her and sipped your tea.

Your mother, Tia, pushed over more papers to you. “I think these will help.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks, mum. This is perfect.”

Tia placed her hand on yours. “I am so proud of you. We all are.”

“Thank you. I just hope these lot won’t drag their heels.” You nibbled your lip. “I want to do this without Levi’s help. I don’t want to pull the Prince card or the engagement one. I’m going to be the princess and then Queen. I have to do this on my own.”

“We’re right with you.”

You sat up straight and looked out at the arguing men. “Gentlemen, I suggest you quiet down or you’ll miss what I’m talking about. I refuse to raise my voice. So, you either hear this or not.” You shifted your papers. “I’m applying new trading laws that will change a lot o things for you all.”

Harold smiled with pride as you started talking about the law changes. One by one the room went quiet as you spoke. Some started protesting, but you never paused and never stopped for them. You maintained your power and authority by continuing to talk about the changes.

You pushed a paper to Luna. “Those who disagree with fairer trading, increased wages, health and safety regulations, mandatory breaks and a set amount of holidays for workers to be increased. Those who agree…” you slid another paper to your mother “sign this one. I need you to write out your full name and the company you represent.”

One glared at you as Luna waited for him to sign. “What happens to us who disagree?”

You smiled at him. “If you’re worried about being hurt, you are misled in your thinking. No harm will come to you. Trust me.” You glanced over at your father. “I was raised by two wonderful parents in trading, so I respect the process, the laws and the difficulties.”

Luna handed you the list. “Here you are, my lady.”

You blushed and took the paper. “Thank you.”

Your mother presented you with the other, which thankfully had more names on it. “Looking good, my little bird.”

You felt your heart flutter at doing so well. “Thank you.” You checked both papers and nodded. “Perfect. Now, Luna? Could you take this paper and lead all these gentlemen into the assigned room we have for them?”

Luna bowed. “Of course, my lady.”

You handed Tia the other. “Mother? Could you take these to the room we discussed for them? I will be with you all in a moment.” You waited for the room to clear before releasing a long shaky sigh. You placed your hand on your chest. “Fuck, calm down. You’re okay, everything is okay.” You got up and went to Luna’s room of guys to see them terrified as Levi held back his rage. You walked over to your lover and rubbed his chest. “Breathe.”

Levi sighed. “Sorry, it’s just these men rejected your ideas and it’s pissed me off. Did a lot say yes?”

You nodded. “Yes. My mother has taken them to Erwin for further talks and to enjoy the treats we got them.”

He kissed your neck. “Good. Now, may I talk to these men?”

You smirked at him. “Let me break the news, okay? Then you can do your whole thing.”

He hugged you from behind as soon as you turned around. He nuzzled your back and whined at you. “Fine.”

You smiled at the room of men as Levi held you. “Gentlemen. I know you’re all thinking this is the good room, but you’re wrong. I’m here to inform you that your businesses have been removed from your care.”

You felt amazing that you had so much more power compared to normal. Levi was giving you opportunities, loving you and cheering you on. You felt like you could make a difference. You couldn’t help but smile at how angry these men were. You knew it was going to take a while for people to adjust to the fact that you were going to marry Levi and be a ruler. You knew very well it could put your parents at risk as well, but you wanted to do better and be better for this country.

You patted Levi’s arm. “Your turn.”

Levi released you and let out a long sigh. “Gentlemen, let’s talk.” He pushed you along. “Go with Luna and have a cup of tea.”

You pouted. “But I want to do this with you.”

“Love, I am going to do something very naughty. So, please don’t be here when I do.”

You kissed him. “See you soon.” You walked to the door and paused. “Try not to get too much blood on everything!” You smirked at how terrified people looked. “Come on, Luna.”

Luna left with you. “Do you really think he’ll beat them?”

You shrugged. “Possibly. I mean, he’s very protective of me.”

“So, is there anywhere special you wish to go?”

You nodded as you walked through the halls. “I need to talk to Kuchel. I think she’s in the grand hall planning the engagement ball.”

Luna clapped her hands. “I’m so excited! I can’t wait to celebrate it with you and everyone. You and his highness are perfect for each other.”

You blushed a little in thought. “I suppose we are.” You fiddled with your dress. “There’s a lot of love between me and him.”

Luna hugged your arm. “I can’t wait for the wedding day.”

You smiled softly as you thought about saying I do to Levi. “I can’t wait either.”

Luna opened the double doors. “Lady Kuchel? I have a guest for you.”

Kuchel waved at you. “Hello, future daughter-in-law!” She ran over to you and gave you a big hug. “How did your meeting go?”

You hummed. “Good, but your son is having his time with them.”

She giggled. “I’ve got a feeling there’s going to be some very terrified men.”

“You’re right about that.” You walked with her around the hall and gazed at the decorations up already. “This looks beautiful. I’m looking forward to the event. You’ve done a perfect job.”

Kuchel grinned as she felt proud of her work. “Thank you, dear.” She clasped her hands together in excitement. “I have somewhere to take you.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded and led you to the door. “Yes. It involves us going into the city to see a friend of mine.”

You smiled a little. “Sure. Let’s head out, but I need to let Levi know so he doesn’t panic.”

Luna bowed. “I will do that, my lady.”

You gazed at Luna. “Oh, thank you so much.”

“I’m offering because you know what his highness is like. He will either demand to go with you, or hold onto you and not let you leave.”

You giggled at the thought. “You’re right. I’ll see you soon.”

Kuchel guided you outside to the carriage waiting. She told the driver where to go before helping you inside. “I’m so excited to show you this.”

“What do you have planned?”

She blushed a little. “Just something small to show you how much I love you. You’re becoming part of my family. You mean a lot to me.”

You blushed as well. “I love you too. You’re like a second mother to me.”

Kuchel hugged you. “We’re going to be a perfect family.” She pulled back as she fiddled with her dress as nerves seeped in. “I can’t wait to be a grandmother. I know you are Levi are waiting. Levi has told me that’s your plan, but I just can’t wait.”

You hummed a laugh. “Well, we’re both still young, so we want to give it a bit of time. I know Levi wants many babies, but we’re giving it plenty of time.”

“That’s so cute.” She gasped. “Are you both having a honeymoon?”

You blushed in thought. “I don’t know. I don’t even think Levi knows what one is. So, if you mention it to him he’ll want it.”

“Oh, highly likely.” She opened the carriage door and slipped out. “Come, my sweet.”

You joined her and walked into a shop. “What do you have planned?”

She grinned. “Something important for you.” She waved to the shop owner. “Hello, my dear. Here she is!”

The owner held your hands. “Welcome, my lady. You are a vision. You’ll be a perfect Queen.” She winked at you. “I have a gift for you. I made it under Lady Kuchel’s orders.”

You walked with the woman. “That’s so kind of you, both of you.”

Kuchel giggled. “It’s going to be perfect!”

The woman released your hands before approaching a red curtain. She grinned at you. “Ready?”

You shrugged a little. “I guess, yeah?”

She yanked back the curtain to reveal a black lace dress that was off the shoulders with long sleeves and looked magical. “What do you think? I made the skirt part big, but not too much. You’ll look stunning when you twirl in it.”

You welled up. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, both of you.”

“I need to see you in it, just in case I have to make alterations.”

You nodded and walked to the changing area. “Of course.” You removed your dress and stepped into your new one. “This is the perfect engagement dress. I’ll match Levi.”

Kuchel smiled. “You will! You’ll look so cute together.” She gasped in delight when she saw you in the dress. “So beautiful.”

You welled up a little. “This is an incredible engagement gift. Thank you.”

“You deserve it all, my dear.”

The designer pushed you along. “Go see.”

You walked over to the mirror and gazed at yourself. Your cheeks burned at how the dress hugged you. It looked like the whole thing had been painted on your skin. “This is incredible. Thank you so much.” You welled up. “Sorry, I’m all emotional, but it truly is beautiful. I’ve never had a dress this stunning before.”

Kuchel wiped your tears away. “You deserve it all.”

You sniffed a little. “Levi says the same thing. Now I know where he gets it from.”

“He is a bit like me.” She winked at you. “He’ll love this.”

You adjusted the top part of your dress and smiled in pride. “What do you think, Luna?”

Luna welled up. “You look like a Queen.”

You bowed to her. “Thank you.”

She held your hand and walked with you out of the room. “Let’s take you to the Prince.”

You smiled as you walked with Luna to Levi’s office. You opened the door as Levi paced a bit while he shifted his papers. You admired his black suit with a royal cape, along with his medals pinned to his blazer. “Levi?”

Levi looked over at you to show his hair was slicked back. His cheeks burned as he took you in. He tossed his papers on his desk before he approached you. “You are a goddess.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you. You look like a King.” You gazed at his small and simple crown. “I love your Prince crown.”

“Thank you.” He took it off and placed it on your head. “You wear it better.”

You gasped and grabbed the crown. “I shouldn’t wear this. This is yours.”

“Well, I’m Prince and I can do what I want.”

You placed it onto his head making him blush. “I know, but I want you to wear this crown for now.” You pulled back and smiled. “I will get mine when we marry.”

He wrapped his gloved hand around your neck and tugged you close making you gasp. He slipped his hand over your waist as his eyes traced over your features. He leaned closer and kissed you. “You are so beautiful and perfect. I want you to be my wife so badly.”

You gripped his waist a little. “I want to marry you too, but we have to do this whole engagement celebration.”

He let out a long sigh. “You’re right.” He kissed you before releasing you. “We have a party to go to.”

You hugged Levi’s arm and walked with him. “Levi?”

He looked down at you. “Yes?”

You gazed up at him. “I love you.”

He blushed at your words. “I love you too.” He stopped in the hall and kissed you. “I love you so much.”

You kissed him and moaned against his lips. “Levi, we have a party to go to.”

He moaned. “Boo.”

You let him go and walked to the grand doors. “Stop pouting. You get to show me off as yours.” You showed him your engagement ring. “Remember?”

He growled and yanked you close. “You’re right.” He pushed the double doors open. He smiled with pride when you were both announced to a round of applause. “You know, I’m happy to have a ball. I’ve never been one for parties and events, but this is my chance to show you off. I get to tell people that you are mine and mine alone.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re right.”

Levi growled a little. “Tch, that shit.”

You frowned a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Lord William Rider is here. I fired him from parliament due to his old-fashioned views.” Levi gritted his teeth. “I don’t know why he is here. I did not invite him.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “Just ignore him, okay?”

He let out a long sigh. “Fine, fine.”

You grabbed two drinks and handed one to Levi. “Focus on your speech, okay?”

He downed his drink and huffed. “Yeah.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “Take your time, my love.”

He purred at you. “You have the best kisses.”

“Thank you.” You linked your arms around his neck and let out a long sigh. “Marriage, huh?”

Levi wrapped an arm around you. “Yeah, me and you becoming husband and wife. Do you want to take my name?”

You nodded. “Mrs Ackerman. Princess Ackerman.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Queen Ackerman.”

You hummed a laugh. “I need my King though.”

“I’m your King, now and forever.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “So divine.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you.”

He led you to the thrones and climbed up onto the platform with you. He turned to the room and held his head high. “Ladies and gentlemen! I brought you all here today to announce my engagement to this wonderful creature here.” He gazed at you as he said your name “is the most beautiful, smart, kind, caring and sweet woman I know. I am truly a better man and a leader because of her. The changes I have made to this country to make us better was all inspired by her. We are to marry first before I take my title of King.”

You leaned over and kissed Levi’s cheek making him blush. “I’m honoured to marry you.”

Levi smiled softly. “The wedding will be in one week. I’ve already set plans in motion.”

You blushed hard. “Really?”

Levi nodded. “Yeah, surprise.”

“It’s lovely. I can’t wait.”

Levi rubbed your cheek affectionately. “I can’t wait either. I just want us to be together.”

Your father climbed up next to Levi and placed his hand on his shoulder. He smiled softly at Levi before raising his glass to the room. “Three cheers for the engaged couple!” He cheered with everyone before turning to Levi. “I, and many, underestimated you but you truly are a great prince and will be a wonderful King.”

“Thief!” The crowd parted as Ji-Woo gracefully walked forwards with his long royal robes dragging on the floor. “You are a thief, Prince Levi.”

Levi pushed you behind him. “Please, enlighten me Prince Ji-Woo on what I have stolen.”

He pointed to you. “She was promised to me.”

“There was a potential marriage between you two. You went on a few dates together, but your marriage offer was rejected.”

Ji-Woo moved closer. “She rejected me because you stalked her and manipulated her views and desires. She was perfect for me. We were a dream couple, but you ripped that away.”

Levi held his head high. “You pushed her away. You took her to your ship and tried to sleep with her while distracting her with talks. You lied to her. You led her on. You made her think she was safe with you, but instead, you were just like every other man out there.” Levi clenched his fist as he fought his rage. “You wanted to curb her intellect. You wanted her to just give you babies and that’s it. You wanted to reduce this wonderful incredible woman into this breeding doll. You’re the reason she rejected you.”

Ji-Woo clenched his jaw as he felt humiliated by Levi. He had never felt this way before. He had always been handed everything. He was treated as a god by his people and a perfect son by his father. He had every woman in his land want him, yet you didn’t.

Ji-Woo glared at you and shouted your name. “How dare you humiliate me like this!? You are of low birth! You are scum! You are nothing compared to the other women who’ve asked to marry me! You should be begging me to marry you!”

You walked forwards and saw him blushing hard when he saw you in your dress. “If I’m so below you, then drop this all and walk away. You clearly deserve someone of higher standing than me.” You bowed deeply to him. “I am sorry that you were humiliated. I thought we cut this tie we have, but it seems I did not do a good enough job. Please forgive me.”

Ji-Woo stared at you for a while before grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. He glared down at you as soon as your chest bumped his. “I don’t know what you are, but you do things to me. I want to move on, but I cannot.”

You looked behind him over his shoulder. “Levi? Put your sword away. I don’t want blood to be spilt here.”

Ji-Woo slowly looked down to see Levi’s sword at his neck. He gulped hard and felt a shiver of fear run through him. He slowly turned his head to see a psychotic look in Levi’s eyes. He looked back at you as his eyes widened. He watched you place your hand on Levi’s before smiling softly. Ji-Woo felt this magnetic pull towards you that Levi had felt in the moment he pinned you against the wall the first night you met. He felt this obsession seeping into his very being.

You pulled Levi’s arm and carefully removed the sword from Ji-Woo’s neck. “Calm, my love.”

Levi shook a little as the rage bubbled inside him. “But.”

“Calm.”

Levi put his sword back on his hip before walking away from Ji-Woo with you. He stopped a moment and turned to the Prince. “Find another person to marry. You lost this one.” He released you and walked up to Ji-Woo. He lowered his voice so no one could hear. “If you come after her, I won’t hesitate in ending your life. I have done a lot of things to men who have wanted her. A high-status title will not stop me.”

Ji-Woo gritted his teeth. “I will come back and I will be stronger next time to face a beast like you.”

Levi raised his head high and his voice. “Thank you, Prince Ji-Woo for gracing my country with your presence. I do hope you enjoyed your stay here. I am sorry you are leaving without a bride, but I am sure there will be another out there for you.” Levi turned and walked up to you. “Do you want to dance?”

You nodded as a sparkle filled your eyes. “Yes, please! I want to dance.”

Levi kissed the back of your hand before leading you to the dancefloor. He held you close as you both slowly drifted together along to the soothing music. “Forgive me for what happened earlier.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry. You did what you felt was right at the time. Instinct told you to attack because he grabbed me. I am thankful to you. You were quick to defend my honour. I’m touched by it. However, you have to be careful. You can’t just go around doing things due to your emotions pushing you. I know you feel very strongly about me and I know what you’ve done before, but he is different.”

Levi felt a prick of jealousy. “Tch, do you care for him?”

“No, I don’t.” You let out a long sigh. “I’m simply warning you. He is a Prince of a large land. If you two start a fight over me, you could end up with a war on your hands. No one wins in war, Levi and the people who suffer most are the people. War ravages lands and rebuilding takes years upon years to make it better. It’ll be a gaping wound on this land and your people will not forgive you.” You stopped dancing. “I love you with all my heart and soul, and I know very well you love me with everything you have. We must be careful.”

He lowered his head. “I understand.”

You smiled and cupped his face. “You are cute when you acted like a told-off puppy.” You hummed a laugh before kissing him. “I love you deeply. I’m just worried about you. Can’t I worry about my sweet fiancé? I want to keep you for life.”

Levi smiled at your words when he pushed aside his deep possessive feelings and looked at the reality of the situation. “You’re right. We have to be careful with Ji-Woo. No wars.”

You took Levi’s hands and kissed them. “Thank you.” You released a relieved sigh. “Well, I’m going to sit down and eat something. Once I have, I will get some fresh air.”

Levi hummed a little. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I always have and always will.”

Levi let your hands go and watched you walk off to the dinner table to chat with friends. He smiled a little before turning to his friends. “Erwin? Mike? I want a close eye kept on that prince. I recognised a look in his eyes as one I’ve had. He will come back for her at some point. I want his monitored.”

Mike smirked. “On it. I’ll put my best spy on him. We’ll watch him leave.”

Erwin sighed. “I will communicate with his father the emperor and mention in our monthly letters that you and engaged. The Emperor pushes for peace. If your engagement is clear in the Emperor’s mind, then he will enforce that fact with Ji-Woo.”

Levi turned to his friends. “thank you, both of you. I know you are doing this because she will be your Queen.”

Mike shook his head. “We do this because you’re both our friends. This guy threatens your bond.”

Erwin hummed in thought. “We’re dedicated to you both because we care about you. Your titles are not involved in this, only your bond with us. We’ll help you both in whatever way we can.”

Levi bowed to the two of them. “Thank you.” He sighed. “Now, I will try and enjoy my evening with my fiancée.” Levi ran up to you from behind and grabbed you making you giggle. “Mine.”

You turned in his arms and smiled. “Do you want something to eat?”

“I do.”

You rubbed his back. “Well, there’s a lot to eat.”

He growled at you. “Nothing here I want.”

You frowned. “Well, we can go to the kitchen.”

He leaned closer and softly kissed your neck. “Can we go somewhere? I want to be alone with you for a moment.”

You nodded and held his hand. “Sure.” You pulled him out of the hall, upstairs and then out onto a private balcony. “Is here okay?”

Levi looked out at the view of the palace gardens. “Hmm…perfect. We’re alone.”

You leaned your arms on the balcony and looked out at the garden. “It’s pretty.” You gazed up at the stars. “So many stars.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “So beautiful.” He kissed and nipped your exposed neck. “You should be made illegal.”

You moaned at your lover’s wandering hands. “I was talking about the stars.”

“I was talking about you.”

You looked back at Levi. “Thought you were hungry?”

“I am.”

You frowned as Levi dropped to the floor before lifting your dress and getting under. “Wait, what are you doing?” You gasped as he moved your legs apart and sat on the floor with his back to the balcony and his face against your pelvis. “Le-Levi?”

He slowly slipped your bloomers down and spoke against you. “May I?”

You whined a little as you looked around. “Y-Yes.”

Levi slipped your bloomers down and helped you carefully step out of them. He shoved them into his inside pocket before shifting your legs open. “You’re dripping, my love.”

You blushed hard as you gripped the banister. “You’re lucky the bottom of my dress is so big.”

Levi’s gloved hands gripped your asscheeks. “You’re so beautiful. I wish I could see more under here.” He raised his head and kissed your clit before speaking against it. “Such a delicious treat for me.”

You leaned your head back and moaned as Levi took your clit into his mouth and sucked softly. You shivered and moved your hips a little as Levi’s tongue massaged your clit. You panted and mewled in delight as he explored your clit. You gazed up at the stars and felt the heat of pleasure consume you as the cold night hair caressed your exposed skin. You gripped the banister as your legs started to shake a little. You whimpered and moaned as you felt your coil tighten inside you.

Levi gripped your buttcheeks hard as he moaned against your clit. He smiled as a vibration of his moan moved through you. He felt you wiggle and move above him as pleasure seeped into your bones. He licked from your clit to your pussy causing your slit to part for him. He coated his tongue in your delicious juices and moaned at your sweet taste. He lapped up everything you gave him before dragging his tongue along to your clit.

You panted as your coil tightened up harder and threatened to snap. A strong blush spread on your cheeks when you heard someone say your name behind you. You looked over your shoulder at Lord Rider. “L-Lord Rider?”

Rider bowed. “I am sorry to disturb you, but I am looking for your fiancé, the prince. I want to talk to him about my job termination.”

You bucked against Levi’s face as he sucked your clit harder as if he enjoyed eating you out in secret while you spoke to a man he hated. “I-I haven’t s-seen him.”

Rider leaned against the doorway. “Really?”

You gulped hard. “H-He is umm…” You shivered in delight. “Ah, he’s probably v-very deep in something.”

“Working as always.” He shook his head. “Leaving a wonderful woman like you alone.”

You doubled over and bit your hard as you held back a moan. “I-I’m okay!” You heard Rider shift. “D-Don’t come over here! I-I think I have the uhh…flu! Yeah. Y-You might get infected.” You groaned. “Oh fuck.”

Rider backed up a bit. “I can talk to a maid for you.”

“N-No!” You nervously laughed. “I ju-just need a moment!”

He hummed as he studied you. “Are you sure?”

Your legs shook as you felt the urge to cum hard, but you were resisting it as best as you could. “Yes.” You looked back at him and grinned. “All good.” You clenched Levi’s face with your thighs. “You can go now. Thank you for coming to our party.”

He bowed to you. “May I say, you are the best thing to happen to that stupid prince.”

You smiled at him. “Sure.” You watched him leave before collapsing against the banister and moaning against your arm as your coil snapped hard. You came against Levi’s lips and tongue as he lovingly lapped up your honey. You panted heavily and slipped backwards as your legs gave up. “Fuck.”

Levi caught you before you hurt yourself, but his head was still under your dress. He lowered you down before pulling your dress off his head. He licked his lips and purred at you. “Delicious.”

You slapped your dress down and huffed. “You are a naughty boy!”

Levi chuckled. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

You sat up and glared at him. “You should be spanked.”

“I should so do it.”

You blushed hard before crawling over to him. “I love you, but you were a bit naughty to keep that up while someone talked to me.”

He dragged you into his arms and kissed you. “Forgive me for being hungry.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “You’re lucky that it felt incredible.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

You pouted a bit. “There’s just one problem.”

He frowned before looking down at you. “What’s that?”

You looked up at him. “My pussy aches for your big thick cock now.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “You know, ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to fuck you hard in it. How does being bent over my desk sound?”

You gripped his blazer and moaned. “Promise you’ll keep on these clothes. I want Prince Levi to fuck me.”

Levi kissed you roughly. “Yes.”

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zyrafowe-sny · 11 months ago

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While I completed some 2 for 1 asks last week, I didn't actually answer them — will try to do that soon! I am genuinely behind on some of the shareable lines, but did finish my fic exchange fic on the slightly early side and it wound up over twice as long as I initially envisioned: Hush Little Baby (Owlbeast).

My files for the week are:

Grief Christmas: Yes, I am behind on asks/the next chapter, but even if I can't manage another chapter by NYE, by Epiphany seems possible. And according to Polish tradition sometimes decorations are kept up until February 2nd, so Christmas isn't over. :P

The Sad Tale(s) of Jody Scab: Poor, poor Jody. She hasn't gotten an update in forever, and it's almost the one year anniversary of theprincessofdenial's amazing A Potter's Field (in which Jody first appeared as a minor background OC). This is a 2 for 1 fic — please specify if you have a preference for the one I share lines from.

phantom limb pain (prosthetic arm removal is a love language): I have been debating with myself about some scenes in this next bit for months (since before posting the first chapter), but am dutifully cutting/rewriting and putting beloved lines/scenes in a separate document when I decide they would break the longer story I am hoping to tell.

Prince Ballister AU: I feel like I am too slow of a writer to have 3 multi-chapter WIPs up on AO3 and yet I do, so I am going to try to build up a stash of chapters from this one to post later.

Here's a snippet from the Prince Ballister AU:

Ballister had had an interesting few days. He’d known his demonstration of his fighting skills would be a little unorthodox and risky, but didn't expect to be thrown into a jail cell. He also didn't expect to meet the queen. Or make a new friend. And now, he was supposed to finally learn what was to become of him. This morning, a servant — it was so weird that he was somewhere with servants — had laid out his old clothes for him to wear. While they were slightly cleaner than they were before, he took that as a bad sign. Queen Valerin herself came to fetch him, and she guided him to a small podium in front of a swarm of reporters. Ambrosius' mom was already there, and gave him the tiniest of nods. He gulped. “People of the Realm. As you know, for many years the Kingdom has been without an heir. Today, I am pleased to announce that we have found one.” Ambrosius' mom came closer — he didn't dare turn to look but he could hear her footsteps — and he felt her put something on his head. He raised his hands and ran his fingers over…a crown? The queen crouched down, and her next words seemed to be especially for him. “No, he doesn't come from my bloodline, or any noble bloodline for that matter. But he may just have the heart of a leader.” The flashing bulbs and barrage of questions felt overwhelming, but thankfully, the queen didn't expect him to answer any. (He had plenty of his own.) The crown on his head felt considerably heavier than his wooden training sword.

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jacesbeloved · 2 years ago

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a mirror into the past; dragon and wood

summary: you were always fascinated at the young targaryen even when you were still little. as time passed by, your heights and face weren't the only thing that grew, your fondness of each other eventually grew as well.

pairings: helaena targaryen x female dragonrider!reader

warning: subtle themes of homophobia

notes: hi loves!! pls lmk how this fic is (feedbacks comments / asks) since it’ll be my first time writing for helaena and i rlly enjoyed writing it and i hope u enjoy reading it just as much ! <3

Discrete chuckles and rushing steps against the stone floor filled the halls of the Red Keep, two hands held onto each other while her hands dragged you happily towards various corridors. Your hand holding the small box that had her bugs—even though you're a tad bit squeamish about them.

The two of you ran so swiftly past the handmaidens that your faces were a blur; only if it weren't for the bright platinum hair that adorned Helaena's head.

It wasn't always like this, running in the corridors as you sneaked away from your family in the dragonpit. Being a part of the dragonriders in Westeros, you should've been in the dragonpit. You should have been with your family, anticipating the return of Prince Aemond as he took Vhagar out to fly, but here you were.

Running with the only daughter of Queen Alicent.

When the two of you turned around the corner, you bumped into a firm chest that you did not see coming. An overbearing scent suddenly invades your nose as you fall back.

"Brother," you hear Helaena's voice tremble, and you immediately stand straight when you hear the word. It didn't matter which brother, you just bumped into a prince. It is known that Helaena's brothers weren't cruel enough to kill anyone that bumped into them, but they weren't exactly sweethearts either.

You had hoped that you wouldn't bump into Aemond since it would mean that he could rat you out to your family, to his family, and to the other dragonriders for sneaking out of duty. But, fate wasn't on your side when you recognized his hum.

"I see. Not appearing in the dragonpit to... entertain my sister? Neglecting your duties," Aemond says lowly, eyeing you. Helaena glanced at you nervously. You had your head down in a pitiful nod, praying to the gods that Aemond would not tell this to your family, most importantly, his. He analyzes the two of you, his eye snapping to the way your hands are still intertwined.

"I asked for her." Helaena defended, her hand retreating back, which made you furrow your eyebrows while leaning down. Aemond raised an eyebrow because of it and also because he swore this was one of the only times he heard his sister talk without encrypted prophecies. In amusement, he scoffs and smirks at his sister.

He chuckles at the both of you before shaking his head affirmatively, both of you and Helaena looking at each other in confusion. "No need for defenses, dear sister. Carry on, the both of you. Hopefully cautious enough to not get caught."

He turned his head to glance at his sister, then at you, before humming. You nodded swiftly at what he said. You catch the subtle rise of one side of his lip before he stomps away. The familiar smell of dragon remains in your nose.

Both you and Helaena looked at each other, finally able to breath after the tense situation. Thankfully, it seemed that her brother had been lenient today, not making you both suffer further consequences.

She nodded at you, not uttering a word, as you saw the way her face looked at you with worry. She thought that you'd head back to the dragonpit, leaving her, but you grabbed her hand in yours and continued running to the godswood.

When you did, she smiled and quickly followed your step. When you both arrived, it was empty. The princess landed on the ground of the godswood with a loud thump, your heart almost dropping because of the loudness of the hit. She smiled at you as she patted the ground beside her.

You return her small box of insect collections when you sit beside her. Internally grimacing when she opens it and you are once more greeted with the various insects crawling around, you feel your skin tingle at the sight.

"This is the new one, the one you bought." She mutters, leaning her head on your shoulder while letting one of the insects crawl up her hand. You watch intently as she watches the insect move around her palm. You were the one to bring the insect to her, so it didn't scare you as much as others. It was a random insect you picked up and kidnapped on your way back to the Red Keep after doing your duty at the dragonpit.

She studies the foreign insect, whispering information that she's gathering just now, and you just watch her. You didn't even know why you were watching her, not even what she was doing, but just literally, her. You watched with so much focus that you noticed the way she hardly used her eyes to express her emotions, her voice always in a monotone.

That's how she always was. Studying the insects while watching them without a care in the world. This was your entertainment. Seeing her occasionally break out in a dorky smile with her recent findings on your gift insect for her.

She talks to you every now and then, asking trivial questions while you agree and nod carelessly. The way her words were so eloquent and specific made you swoon. This was how you two spent time with each other. You bring her insects from the cave in the dragonpit, and her wanting to sneak you out from your duties to analyze the insects with you.

Your attention was snapped when she jolts and loudly closes the box. You hadn't noticed yourself falling a tad sleepy while leaning on the wood as you watched her. You thought she was just tired, but when she shoots up to stand, your eyes grow wide.

"Mother," she says lowly. The green dress of Alicent comes into view as you turn to look up at her.

Alicent looks at you in subtle disgust, memories from her childhood resurfacing as she takes Helaena by the wrist. The princess flinches at this. Alicent notices her flinch, making her hold soften slightly.

"Your grace." You bowed courteously.

"Y/N, you seem to be with my daughter again." She brings it up while watching you closely. Eyeing the light clothing that you wore as a dragonrider. Her head turns to her daughter, and she is met with her uneasy eyes.

The queen gulps ever so subtly, nodding at you. "Well, I hope you wouldn't mind me borrowing my daughter for a bit. You may go back to your place, to the dragonpit, where you should be... performing your duties and not neglecting it."

Helaena looks at you with worry, not liking the tone of her mother. You hear her try to reason with you, and you try to defend yourself, but Alicent has already left. Dragging the young princess with her.

"Have I not told you to stay away from Y/N?" The queen hisses, entering her daughter's chambers and locking the door behind her.

She glares angrily at Helaena, this being the third time she has caught her daughter disobeying her command and remaining with you. Helaena had her lips pursed. She refused to answer. Her eyes merely looked at her mother in a way that Alicent could not truly pinpoint.

The younger woman mutters something under her breath, too low for Alicent to hear. She watched as Helaena left her there and went near the window, sitting down quietly, blocking her mother from her mind.

Their relationship isn't the worst, but it's leaning towards it.

Alicent sighs heavily, "Helaena." She walks to her daughter, sitting by her side. All Alicent wanted was to keep Helaena on a nice path, not on the path she once took before.

"I know you are fond of Y/N, there is no crime in that,"

"If it is not a crime, why forbid me from seeing her?" The younger scoots farther from her mother, staring uneasily.

The queen holds her hand gently, looking at Helaena's eyes. "Because both of you are a 'her', Helaena." She purses her lips. "A mirror into the past; dragons and wood," Helaena whispers to her mother.

"Helaena, you have to listen to me. Both of you are beautiful young maidens. To be betrothed to strong and dignified princes and knights. You, even, are already betrothed, but you still go with that... dragonrider." Alicent holds her shoulders, "I'm doing this for you, dear daughter."

They look at each other in silence.

"Am I wrong, mother?"

You went back to the Red Keep as quickly as possible after you had finished your duty in the dragonpit. Getting only into mild trouble after your sibling had covered for you, stating that you had been feeling unwell.

Though your father had not been nice to you about failing to inform them of your absence, it was bearable. You had hoped for the same for Helaena.

Given that it is already dark and the handmaidens are retreating back to their chambers, and you excusing yourself to rest now, you had went to a different route.

Creating a distraction to get rid of the guards in front of Helaena's room, doing one of the many distractions that work for them, you had almost gotten in. That was until someone pulled you away from the door.

"Unless you want to be greeted by the face of the Lord Hand, and by extension, locked up. I suggest you think again about entering my sister's chambers."

#hotd #house of the dragons #helaena x reader fic #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen imagine #helaena targaryen fluff #helaena targaryen x reader fluff #hotd season 1 #hotd imagines #helaena fics #helaena targaryen fics

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can I please send a request where Sweet Pea and YN start off as enemies but it’s all miss communication because SP thinks YN is just another Northsider and YN things SP is a little scary (like the serpents scare her) can they meet when the serpents first arrive at the school. thank you

Hey. I hope this is ok

Sweet Pea- Rumours Pt1

Today is the day the Southsiders arrive at Riverdale High. I walk into school seeing Veronica and Archie setting up a welcome table

"Hey YN, you coming to help out settle Jughead and the others?" Veronica smiles

"You mean the people who fought Archie and the Bulldogs? yeah I'll pass"

"Archie did point a gun in their face to be fair" Betty comments walking over with Josie and Kevin when the doors bust open, I turn around and see a sea of leather jackets, straight away my eyes fix on the tall Serpent taking the lead of the group. Forgetting that I was going to walk off before they arrived I am now stood behind the desk with Veronica and the others

"Friends. On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High welcome to your new school. To ease this transition I've set up a registration desk where you can get your locker assignments, class schedules and a list of sports and extracurriculars. We encourage each and everyone of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair riverdale"

"Stand down Eva Peron" I turn hearing Cheryl's voice who is walking down the stairs with Reggie by her side and the other cheerleaders and Bulldogs behind them

"Theres the school spirt I so fondly remember" Jughead says. Cheryl and the others walk towards us

"Cheryl" Veronica folds her arms "no one invited fascists barbie to the party"

"Wrong Veronica. No one invited Southside scum to our school. Listen up ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale's Highs above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms overcrowded with underachievers so please find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways"

"You wanna come over here and say that to my face?" a girl with pink in her hair moves forward clearly irritated by Cheryl

"Happily queen of the buskers" Cheryl steps closer

"Ok guys. Everyone" Archie gets in the middle of Cheryl and the pink hair girl "can we just put our Northside Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate"

"You don't speak for the bulldogs. And need I remind you these greaser snakes showed up at your place to kick your ass" Reggie comes forward to stand next to me "YN don't get mixed up with this lot. Your too innocent" I roll my eyes at Reggie

"Time to finish what we started" the tall boy walks forward angrily. Jughead stops him by holding his shoulder

"I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now"

"Alright. Enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let's get to class. Now" I hear Principal Weatherbee. He walks over to us and waves us away to our classes.

My first class of the day is English. As I wait for class to start, in walks the girl with pink in her hair and the tall guy

"Please find an empty seat" our teacher tells the two. The pink hair girl walks over to the table in front of me when Betty is sitting, while the tall guy huffs and sits next to me. I sigh shifting uncomfortably

"Another entitled princess" I choose to ignore him, thankfully class starts almost immediately after.

Finally after a few classes it's time for lunch. I sit down in the student lounge next to Kevin awkwardly looking between 3 of the Serpents. Veronica walks over breaking the ice

"I don't think we've properly met. Veronica Lodge" she extends a hand to girl

"From the park avenue Lodges" Jug says while eating a bag of chips

"Toni Topaz" the girl Toni shakes Veronicas hand

"Oh. Like the purple coloured gem stone. Love it" Veronica smiles

"I'm Kevin, this is YN" Kevin nods towards me then looks at a boy who's eating twizlers "what's your name?" Kevin nods towards him

"Fogarty or you can call me Fangs. Your last names Keller right?"

"Yeah how did you know that?"

"Joaquin and I used to hang out. He used to talk about you all the time. This is Sweet Pea" I scoff at names

"Got a problem Princess?" Sweet Pea leans forward

"What no, sorry" I quickly reply "it's just your names are just... I'm gonna shut up sorry" I look down.

Later that day Reggie makes it seem that the Serpents have spray painted the floor. Finally it's the end of the day and time for my shift at pops.

The bell rings signalling that someone has just walked in. I look up and see the three Serpents walking in and taking a booth. I grab my pen and paper and make my way over to the group

"Hi welcome to Pops, I'm YN and I'll be your waitress today. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask" I give a little smile to the group. Toni smiles back at me

"Hey, your in my English class right?"

"Yeah I am"

"You sit next to Sweet Pea don't you?" Toni nudges the tall Serpent who grunts in responses not looking at me

"Anyway what can I get you guys?"

"One strawberry milkshake, one chocolate and one vanilla please" Toni asks

"Of course, any food?"

"No that's it thank you" I give Toni another smile and walk to the kitchen handing Pops the order.

#sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale imagine #riverdale #sweet pea imagine

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ellievickstar · 2 years ago

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Confirmation comes Confrontation (Part 6 of 8)

Ship:Eris x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but angst this round it’s a really long chapter

Previous parts:Rejection (Part 1), His Second Option (Part 2), A Shock and A Secret (Part 3), Chaos and Conspiracies (Part 4), Theories and Possibilities (Part 5)

Shit. We were in knee-deep shit. “Get Tarquin!” I shouted at Rhys before I raced down the hallway. Eris. His name was a song in my blood and I felt it then, the thrum of a bond in my chest tugging me towards him. I shoved servants aside, excusing myself as I cause buckets to fall over. No one minded as they knew where I was going, the whole manor had to know what was happening by now. By the time I got to the Healers’ Wing, Tarquin was there containing the flames but not completely dousing them.

“I need help!” Tarquin bellowed, he must have used his powers earlier if he had been so close to the burn out, I knew I could help but I barely mastered flame, let alone water.

Breathe. Feyre’s voice entered my mind, you are water, you are not afraid. That’s right. The water is mine to control, why should I be afraid of it. Despite the flames, the bellowing, I drowned the noise out as I gathered that part of my power and pictured a shield of water around myself, closing my eyes. By the time my eyes opened once more, a clear layer of water had surrounded me. Inching toward the flames, I walked through, testing my shield. Unscathed, I had walked through the flames completely unscathed.

I released a breathe of relief as I began to make my way to Eris through the violent flames coming from him and when I reached him, I let go of my shield, not caring about being burnt anymore as I reached out a hand on his burning cheek and called his name.

“Eris,” my tone was soft, gentle, “Come back to me,” I continued. His eyes looked as if they looked far beyond as he turned to me, “Y/N?” His voice was raspy, I could barely hear it over the commotion, “I’m here,” I promised, “Come back to me,” I repeated. Clarity returned to his eyes as the flames began to die down, Tarquin was gawking at me, he must have seen my magic but I ignored him as Eris pulled me into a hug, tugging me onto the cot that was someone how not burnt to the crisp. Healers begun crowding the room checking on burns, Tarquin rejected any treatment before approaching me, still beside Eris.

“Your magic,” Tarquin gulped as he saw me playing with water butterflies while Eris was being reviewed by the Healer, “It’s like mine,” he admitted as I glanced at him and back at the butterfly before it disappeared. Without saying a word I snapped a finger, I flower made of pure flame floated above my open palm. He gaped at the flower, jaw practically crashing down on the ground.

“Close you mouth if not you going to catch a fly,” Was all I said as I changed the flower to a boy, bringing my hands together, cupping my palms as a little girl made of water and a boy made of flame dance with each other. Tarquin just closed his mouth and walked away, conversation over. I played with my magic while waiting for Eris, fascinated that I could suddenly grip the leash on my magic so well, from water animals to springs of flame I made everything I could think of.

Once Eris was ready to leave the Healers’ Wing we strode down the hall together. Word had arrived that Miryam and Drakon had come to the Autumn Court, Miriam was ready to help her old best friend, ex-lovers or no. Although Eris felt like it was a terrible idea to gamble our chance of survival against this conflict with Jurian’s ex of all people.

“Miryam,” I greeted curtsying to the half fae half mortal, Queen of Cretea,” Drakon,” I nodded towards the male. He bowed back, Eris stiffened at my side but I tightened my grip on his hand. “Let us walk in the gardens, the trees are nice this time of year, there are matters we need to discuss,” Thankfully they both agreed. After the second war with Hybern the both were suspicious of the Autumn court, they hated Beron, of course, but chose to believe that the apple fell far from that tree, for now, and we planned to keep it that way.

Eris eventually left with Drakon, both wanting to meet with the other males while Miryam preferred to continue walking. As we talked we realised that we were more alike then we think, talking about the difference between Fae and Mortals. From stiff conversation we managed to flow into a smooth chat about the things we loved from the different lives we lead.

Just then the wind shifted. Not physically but I could feel it, that sense of doom in my gut as Miryam stilled, scanning our surrounding. Right as Jurian appeared right in front of the both of us, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Hello High Lady of the Autumn Court,” he purred, eyeing me before turning his attention to Miryam, “Oh look! You brought my dear Miryam with you, tell me where were you all these years?” His eyes glinted with that mad gleam. “I left after you started to neglect me,” She stated, “we are no longer lovers,” Jurian’s faced emitted pure rage as he spat, “You left me for Drakon, you hated me!” “Because you were hateful!” She snapped back. “No,” Jurian breathed, eyes still full of that anger, “You fell in love with someone else, you betrayed me for my best friend!” And what I saw in his eyes flickering was what looked to be, human. “You were hateful, controlling and manipulative,” She argued, trying to sway Jurian, “I was trying to protect you, from Amarantha, from Hybern,” He argued right back. “And why couldn’t I leave? I never betrayed you, you weren’t even spending time at home anymore why couldn’t I fall in love again? I am happy with Drakon now, why can’t you move on?” She reasoned, “Do not mention his name,” He spat, any sign of humanity gone from his eyes again.

Miryam faltered for a second.

“What has happened to you?” She asked, though it was not entirely a question, “I remember the sweet boy when we were younger or even just before the war, who made me laugh and gave me gifts,” Tears had begun their way from her eyes down her cheeks, “Who loved art and music,” She added, swallowing again, “I wanted to be just like you,” She admitted eyes falling looking down at her feet before rising to look at him again, “How could you have fallen so far?” Her voice cracked. She looked away as she wiped her eyes, not wanting to look at her once best friend, now gone mad. However, the raw emotion that contorted on Jurian’s face as if he had just realised what he had done made him stumble back before disappearing. Miryam chocked on a sob as I enveloped her in a hug, walking her back to the castle. I knew wha it was like to lose a best friend, I never knew Azriel very well but he always made sure to take care of the ones he cared about. After the rejection I could have hardly recognised his cold demeanour, how he carried himself until after I left for the Autumn Court.

Maybe one day I would rekindle my friendship with Azriel, after the problem with Jurian was solved, but the look on Jurian’s face before he left. Maybe there didn’t need to be a conflict.

A/N: I thought of so many variations of “said” that my brain is dead right now 💀

Next part is out now!

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Burning Hour (Part 3)

This series has completely taken over my life and I am so happy you are all enjoying it so much - thank you for all of the lovely messages and comments - I treasure them deeply.

So - you shouldn't be surprised that this particular moment on the red carpet absolutely inspired a scene in this story and I regret nothing. Hope you all enjoy this fantasy that's keeping me going lol.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, fingering/touching / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive)

Let me know if I missed anything!

reblogs are appreciated

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You floated through the morning.

Your dreams were full of kisses, of declarations of love and beskar glinting under the sun and it was hard to concentrate on anything.

You smiled to yourself as you broke your fast with warm bread and butter, feeling his eyes on you from his place behind your father.

“Your highness-” Your father’s advisor came through the door holding the usual paperwork, things for him to look over, letters to read. “-A letter has come for the Princess.” He turned to you then with a smile. He was an old man, grandfatherly and sweet. He handed it to you and you noticed from the corner of your eye Din’s helmet turn towards you.

It was a small letter and you noticed how beautiful the script was as you opened it.

Dearest Princess,

I would be honoured if you were to join me here at my home for dinner. My messenger awaits your response and if you agree, I will send my personal household guard to accompany you. I also imagine your knight will be in attendance, I welcome him and whoever else you choose to bring at my table. Ruby as well of course.

Hoping you’ll say yes.

Ever yours,

Poe. D.

“It’s from Poe, he asks that I join him this evening for dinner.” You were frowning at the letter, conflicted because you wanted to stay home, wanted to meet Din in the garden again. A tiny part of you however, the tiniest part wanted to say yes - wanted to see how Poe would behave. Part of you wanted him to do something unforgivable to wipe the smiles off your parents faces.

“Oh but you must go!” Your father’s voice boomed through the room and you imagined that you could almost hear Din’s jaw clenching.

“Yes my darling, you must go. What does the letter say?” Your mother held her hand out and you handed it to her. She smiled as she read it. “Din, you must accompany her.” She was smiling big, excited at the prospect of a match having been made. No one bothered to ask if you wanted to go.

“Yes of course, let his messenger know that the Princess will be in attendance. She will go, Din- I leave her safety in your hands. Take you who must.” It had been decided for you, and you had to accept it. You felt Mila’s hand grasp yours under the table in understanding.

“Which gown would you like to wear your highness?” She asked sadly as you put on your undergarments and you sighed.

Whichever one makes everyone leave me alone.

“Whichever you think would look best sweetling, I have no preference.” You said the words and they were honest. Yes - Poe was charming and sweet, handsome and in another life you would have been faint with excitement at his interest in you but you were in love with Din. He was the one you wanted to share a meal with. He was the one you wanted to kiss in the open - to have holding your hand as you sat together in front of the hearth. He was the one you wanted in your bed.

“How about this one?” She held out a lovely powder blue gown. You would have said no, something more plain but you had to be seen to be making an effort.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. She didn’t comment on it.

“I will tie a blue ribbon around Ruby’s neck to match, and I think you have some sapphires as well.” She brought over a tray of jewelry for you to peruse while she laced up your gown.

Your mind drifted to an interesting place. You imagined you were preparing for dinner with Din and imagined your knight picking out jewels for you to wear.

Would he prefer diamonds? Would he like me better in opals or emeralds?

You had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way, but it was lovely to pretend even for a moment. She placed a dark blue cloak about your shoulders and stood back.

“You look beautiful Princess, the blue looks lovely against your skin.” She held up a silvered looking glass and you saw the reflection of a happy woman, although why she was happy - no one could know.

“Thank you sweetling, let's get this night over with shall we?” You smiled at her as you both made your way outside.

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Din, along with five of his best knights, waited for her to set out for Damerons home. Damerons own household guard waited as well, having been sent to accompany her and he surveyed them. They seemed competent enough, he gave them their space nonetheless.

It was getting more and more difficult to put the future out of his mind - he knew that the Princess would marry at some point, it was her duty as Queen. She might even marry Poe - he knew that objectively they were a good match but his mind simply couldn’t stay objective. Not when it came to her.

This whole thing was moving faster than he hoped and he didn’t know what he could do about it.

You have to face facts Djarin, you’ll never marry her. You are a knight, she is a Princess, there is no place for you. Maybe you should just let her go.

It was in him to do so, to ignore his feelings for her; to find Gisela and ask her to marry him - have a couple of little ones and pray for things to work out. The harsh words to get her to hate him on the tip of his tongue but they evaporated like dew on a sunny day when he saw her come out to meet him.

She was a gem- a bright, glittering thing that he wanted so desperately to hold onto.

“I am ready Sir, shall we?” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“Of course Princess, allow me.” He guided her into the wheelhouse, dreading and cherishing every single second.

The ride was uneventful, the road was quiet thankfully with nothing to see but long swathes of trees and greenery in the gloaming of the evening.

Ruby was napping softly in your lap but woke quickly when you arrived, her little tail wagging happily at the prospect of exploring.

“Yes my little darling - we are here.” She was in Mila’s arms when you pet her, the two of you waiting for the wheelhouse to come to a stop.

Din opened the door for you, he was helping you climb down when you heard Poe’s voice sounding out.

“Princess, I am so pleased you agreed to come-” He was striding over, his squire on his heels. “-I am happy to see you all. Please - be welcome.” He was smiling big at everyone as his guards retreated, no doubt returning to their posts. He crouched quickly to pet Ruby before approaching you.

“Hello Poe, I thank you for your invitation.” You smiled as you took in your surroundings. His home was a beautiful sprawling estate. He must have been wealthier than you thought. “You must give me a tour of the grounds - I would love to see the gardens.” You smiled at him as he offered you his arm.

“Of course Princess, I will show you whatever you wish after our meal - unless you’d like to go now?” He paused for a moment.

“After dinner would be just fine.” You answered as he guided all of you inside.

You weren’t sure what to expect about his home when the letter had come in earlier but it was a pleasant surprise. There were fresh cut flowers everywhere, painstakingly detailed tapestries hung up on the walls as you made your way to the large dining room. Lush carpets and plush chairs, truly a man who enjoyed his comforts.

“You have a lovely home Poe.” You smiled as he led you to your seat.

“I thank you Princess -“ He turned to Din and the other Mandalorians waiting by the table. “-Please, sit with us. I meant what I said, you are all welcome at my table.” He gestured to them to sit.

“I do not wish to intrude, we would be happy to eat with the rest of your household guard.” Din replied, his voice was clipped however.

“Nonsense. I insist, I dare say the Princess would be more comfortable if you were to join us.” He said it with an easy smile and Din hesitated slightly before agreeing. They all sat, lining their helmets up before them.

Din barely spoke.

He had never been one for long speeches - you were unsure whether it was because of the helmet, or just his nature. The other Mandalorians were friendlier and Poe took it all in stride. You could see that he took nothing personal and treated them just as he treated you.

Aside from Din’s cool demeanor and Poe’s etiquette, the dinner went well. The food was wonderful and you didn’t fail to notice some of your favourites on the menu.

“I took the liberty of finding out what you like to eat.” He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention and you favoured him with a smile. It was hard not to like him, he was very thoughtful.

Once the meal was done, he fulfilled his promise and escorted you outside. It was much more open than the gardens back home - everything illuminated by torches and lanterns. There were flowers and neatly pruned shrubbery surrounding the large building. You noticed a stable on one side, as well a modest greenhouse on the other.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’re used to but I enjoy it. The kennels are just behind the stables and there are flowers and different fruit trees just to the right there - that’s where they get the most sun. I’m afraid the night doesn’t do it justice, it’s much lovelier during the day.” He was walking you through the grounds, your arm tucked under his as your party followed.

“It’s lovely, truly.” You were sincere and you couldn’t help but look up, the sky awash in stars. “I would imagine you must spend a lot of time out here.” You let him guide the way.

“Not as often as I'd like to, but I try. Perhaps when we marry I’ll make more of an effort.” He said it with a wink and you scoffed loudly but without malice.

“Oh is that so? Well then I suppose I’ll have to change some things around since in your mind I’ll live here hm?” Your tone was playful but sarcastic and you were acutely aware of Din following the two of you.

“Oh yes Princess, I am quite sure. My home is yours and you may do with it what you will. I live only to make you happy.” He was just as playful and as annoyed as you were that he was so confident in your union, it was also aggravatingly refreshing to be able to speak to someone so honestly - better yet for them to respond in kind.

You ignored it, Poe was charming, that’s all.

Much to your annoyance, the night was enjoyable. Poe was an excellent host and it was later than you had originally planned when you set off for home. The woods were pitch black in some spots, it made you anxious to ride in the wheelhouse while the world outside seemed like it didn’t exist. The soft light of the moon doing nothing to pierce through the darkness of the road at times.

Reaching the palace had been a relief and you said as much when you stepped out.

“You should have told me Princess, I would have ridden in it with you - if it would have helped.” He spoke as he guided you inside. You had wanted to, but the temptation of having him so close would have been too much - and as much as Mila knew about your feelings towards him - you didn’t want her to see you kissing him.

You patted his arm in silent thanks and he said nothing else.

When you reached your room you hesitated at the door, wanting him to pull you away somewhere but he didn’t - instead he waited until Mila got in. He took his helmet off and you smiled at the state of his hair. Your fingers itched to ruffle through it.

“Princess, if it’s not too late, I would ask you to join me for a midnight ride.” He waited for your answer and your smile widened.

“Of course! Would you permit me to change quickly?” You didn’t want to ride in such a stuffy gown - as beautiful as it was.

“I will wait however long it takes.” He motioned for you to go and you did - urging Mila to help you once you reached your bedchamber.

“The soft linen dress I think - with the long shift and the heavy cloak. I want to be comfortable and warm.” You changed as fast as humanly possible - all but ripping the jewelry off and within a few minutes you were rushing out the door. The two of you making your way towards the stables as silently as possible.

You watched him work deftly, his skilled hands saddling his horse with ease. One horse, not two.

“Are we to ride together?” You looked at him confused.

“Is this a problem for you Princess? I thought it might be quicker to get us to safety should something happen if we were on the same horse. I could saddle you your own if you prefer - we just wouldn’t travel too far.” He hesitated momentarily and your heart leapt at the thought that he would be holding you so closely.

“I trust your judgment Sir, one horse it is.” You kept your voice neutral and he nodded, finishing his work quickly. Once he was done - he helped you up and pulled himself up behind you. The cool beskar pressed up against your back as his arms reached around you to grab the reins.

Your dress pooled up around your thighs slightly, but your legs were covered by your big cloak but it was exciting nonetheless. You felt exposed, with his proximity it excited you way more than it should have. It felt forbidden, taboo and thrilling to have it feel like he was holding you. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into his body slightly but he didn’t complain.

The ride through the forest was quiet except for the sound of the night birds, the crickets and the creatures that prowled at this time. The sound of the horses' steps, the sound of its breathing mixing with yours as well as Din’s. He rode through trees, through the little paths only he seemed to know and after a while you were beside a lake. The soft sound of the water kissing the shore added to the nightsong and you were happy that he had brought you here. He had been silent the whole ride, but you felt him take his helmet off behind you and secure it somehow to the saddle.

“You should know that you looked exceptionally lovely today Princess, blue is your colour.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered. You turned slightly to look back but you couldn’t fully face him, the angle awkward but he kissed you just under your ear to let you know it was okay.

“I thank you Sir, I hoped you would like it.” You leaned back into his arms to tuck your head under his chin.

“You wore that for me? I thought you wore it for Dameron.” His hands came up to hold onto your arms as he pressed little kisses to your neck.

“I always dress for you.” You left it at that, hoping he would understand that despite everything- he was the one you wanted.

“Can I confess something?” His hand came up to slowly undo the cloak tied at your throat.

“Yes, anything.” You answered almost breathlessly, watching his hands open up the cloak to expose your shoulders, the skin of your thighs poking out where the dress had bunched up even more.

“You might think me wicked but, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” His hand trailed down as he spoke, rubbing at your thighs over your dress and you watched them in the low light of the moon, mesmerized.

“You’ve kissed me before Sir, you could kiss me now.” You turned a little more but he stopped you.

“I wasn’t thinking about kissing your mouth lovely girl, I was thinking about kissing you somewhere else.” His hands slowly gathered the fabric of your dress, bunching it in his fist - lifting it inch by inch to bare your legs to him. “May I show you where I want to kiss you?” He stopped but you clung onto his arms around you.

“Yes - please show me.” You felt is other hand join the fray and soon he had exposed your lower half to the cool night air. Your undergarments were damp you knew it - the arousal pooling low in your belly at the thought that he might touch you where you most wanted him to. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand trailed up your inner thigh lightly, slowly, up until he skillfully slid it into your undergarments. He groaned deep in his chest when he touched your bare sex.

“Right here. I long to kiss you, taste you here.” His touch was feather light on the lips of your womanhood, slipping along the seam of you. You whimpered, no one had ever touched you here and you felt the slick dripping out of you as you let him explore. “Would you let me Princess? Would you let me bury my tongue right here?” He dipped his fingers low, parting you slightly to dip his fingers just at the entrance - collecting your arousal onto his fingers before slipping them out and bringing them to his mouth behind you. You moaned at the sound of him sucking you off of them and you nodded frantically.

“Yes Din, I would let you - I’m yours.” You moaned the words and his other hand held you in place.

“And I am yours.” He responded before bringing his hand back to where you craved it, this time he spread the lips of your cunt open wide, honing his middle finger on the pearl of your sex. He rubbed tight, slow circles around it and you moaned - trying desperately to open your legs wider. He chuckled darkly behind you.

“Does that feel good Princess?” He turned your face with his other hand, twisting his upper body enough to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, not quite aligned but it sent a shiver of arousal through you and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher- his finger relentless as he sped up a little.

“Yes - Gods yes - it feels so good Din, I thought about you too.” You moaned the words into his mouth. “I think about you touching me like this, when I do it to myself.” He groaned at your confession, his tongue thick in your mouth when he kissed you again.

His finger dipped low to collect more wetness and the glide of it was just right, just slippery enough to send you over the edge and you almost screamed. Your body seizing up with pleasure as your sex clenched around nothing. He cooed into your ear as you rode it out.

“You are intoxicating my lovely one.” He kissed your neck, as he lowered your skirts.

You watched him, blissed out and boneless as he licked his fingers before grabbing the reins again and slowly making his way back to the palace.

Mila was snoring softly when you slipped into the room and you were careful not to wake her and as tired as you were from travel it took you a long time to fall asleep. Your heart full of love for Din and a hunger you couldn’t satiate filled your belly. It was a craving for his body, for his kisses, for physical love a woman shared with her husband. You fell asleep hoping - though secretly knowing- that he craved you the same way.

—-

As happy as you were when you awoke the next morning, it was quickly dampened - your father informed you that Poe was to arrive at the Palace as his honoured guest. That he was to stay for a time as a gesture of good will.

You saw right through it.

Your parents had decided that Poe was the suitor they wanted for you and they weren’t being at all subtle.

They informed you with big smiles on their faces, no doubt in hopes of pushing you towards him. It was exhausting - this constant reminder that you would never be truly free to live the life you wanted with Din.

When Poe arrived, he was happy - taking this as a sign that he was winning you over.

“Greetings Princess, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to spend more time with you.” He was all smiles and you had no choice but to smile back.

“It will be interesting for sure.” With the way you felt about Din, the intense desire to be around him was at the forefront of your mind. As well as the way Din behaved around Poe, it would definitely be interesting to say the least.

—

Your father invited Poe to dine at your private table, and he engaged him in conversation almost the whole night. They spoke of the future, of how Poe would help rule if he were indeed to marry you. Your mother smiled silently, happy to let the conversation center around the two of you.

Din stood still behind your fathers chair and you wanted nothing more than to pull him to sit with you. To talk to him, kiss him and feed him from your own plate.

“I would want to help people to be quite honest, extend a hand to those that aren’t as fortunate as us. There are people out there starving and that doesn’t sit right with me.” He was honest, to a fault like he said but you admired that.

“That’s very noble of you my boy.” The king nodded.

“It’s very honourable isn’t it my darling?” Your mother smiled at you and you smiled back, nodding around a bite of your food.

“I’m sure the Princess and I could do much and more to help the people who need it the most, if she would let me that is.” He had a shy, genuine smile for you, tentatively reaching over and taking your hand in his. You couldn’t very well snatch it back but you felt Din’s eyes burning into the interaction.

This could get messy.

“Princess, I would humbly ask that you accompany me for a walk through the grounds - chaperoned by your knight of course.” He asked as the remnants of the meal were taken away.

“Oh I’m sure she’d love to join you wouldn’t you sweetling?” Your mother cooed, and you smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.” You let him guide you, Din following closely behind.

—

“I hope I’m not intruding - I know that the King and Queen are very keen for this to work between us.” He held your hand as you walked arm in arm and you couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“Yes they are aren’t they.” Your tone came out a little more exasperated than you’d hoped but he was well aware that you were not to be swayed by him so easily, you knew he should expect some hesitancy from you.

“I understand that you aren’t impressed and that I am most likely not your first choice. For all I know you might already have your eye on someone else.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at Din. “Regardless of that Princess, I know this must be difficult for you but I beg of you to give me a chance to show you that there is potential here. I believe that in time you might come to love me.” He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed your fingers.

“You are selling yourself quite hard Poe, I appreciate that you understand that my feelings for you aren’t where you want them to be.” You looked up at him apologetically, expecting him to have a sad look on his face but he surprised you; he was smiling - content to listen to you speak.

“I know, it’s not in you right now but I believe you will see me in a different light. I have faith.” He left the conversation there.

——

It was hard to find time to meet with Din, Poe seemed to be everywhere and his determination seemingly had no bounds.

Your mother found you as you dressed for the day - she had a note from Poe. He was asking you to accompany him into town to hand out some supplies. You couldn’t refuse him, not when your mother had delivered it herself.

“Will Din accompany us?” You asked it offhand, your voice neutral - your face a mask of nonchalance.

“No your father is going on a hunt and Din will be protecting him, there will be other guards with you.” She said it with a shake of her hand as she searched your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. “This will do nicely.” She picked out an off the shoulder, deep berry coloured dress that was not at all practical for a day out in the city.

It would have to do.

He had taken you to an orphanage in the heart of the city. There were kids running around of all ages and the older ones ran towards Poe when you entered - recognizing him. He had a big smile on his face as they hugged him around the middle, all decorum forgotten.

“Poe did you bring us anything?” A boy of about twelve years was eager, looking around you to the entourage of guards waiting behind you.

“Of course, brought all of you some good stuff like I always do.” He ruffled the boys hair before he held his hand out to you, you smiled and stepped forward. “I have someone very special here with me today, this is the Princess. Come on over and say hello.” He called them over to you and you saw some of the little girls eyes light up. They flocked to you, asking you if you were indeed the Princess. Asked you if you had a crown, and most importantly why you were there. They were precious.

“She’s here to help just like I am.” Poe answered for you.

A little girl of about six pulled on your dress and you lowered yourself slightly to be at her level.

“Princess, I like your dress, you’re so pretty.” She was smiling at you, her hair was a tangle but her eyes were bright.

“Thank you sweetling, you are much prettier I must say.” You moved the hair out of her eyes and she smiled wide, her little hand clutching at a makeshift cloth doll.

You helped Poe hand out toys and new clothes and there was food for them to eat. You spent the day playing with them and learning about their lives. The women who ran the orphanage knew him and you saw that all of the talk of helping the less fortunate was real, he had already been doing much more than you had ever even imagined.

It was hard to deny the little spark of something that he held within you.

He was handsome, he was kind and smart- funny and generous and with the way his eyes found yours throughout the day; he felt something for you. His eyes were piercing, dark and mysterious and for the first time, he gave you butterflies.

One of the little ones was showing you his space within the building, his bed and his tiny toy horse. He was waxing poetic about how one day he would be a knight. You were smiling at him when Poe stood next to you, his gaze heavy and it sent a flush crawling up your neck to light up your ears.

The fabric at his neck was crumpled and you couldn’t help but reach up to fix it, your arm extended over to him and his gaze focused on it, reached up to hold it to his neck. He placed a delicate kiss to your bicep and pulled you closer. The act was small, but so intimate it did something to you. Melted a tiny piece of you that up until now was frozen to him and he saw it on your face. Felt it in the way you let him hold you close, your arm still around his neck, his hand moving down to hold onto your waist.

The little boy was in front of you now, asking Poe if he would ever give him a real horse and he laughed, not unkindly.

“One day my boy, one day I will give you a horse - only if you promise to behave and be on your best behaviour. Can you do that?” The little boy nodded sagely promising he would. You didn’t pull your arm away, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

—-

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

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cloverrover · 3 years ago

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Cheap Sunglasses

A/N: Ok so tbh I feel more comfy writing song fics but I'm doing my best, even if I'm not consistent. To the anons that sent in asks I promise I am getting to them but the urge has been 'eh' of late but I AM trying lol. Anyways you ABSOLUTELY NEED to listen to Cheap Sunglasses by John K while reading. It'll make more sense if you do. Also I got distracted by some YouTube videos so I can get the link lols

Warnings: fluff?

WC: 1.6k

Simi Liu x Singer!reader

Tags: @tom-whore-dleston @crazycookiecrumbles

“Ok guys! So as you know, I’ve been dating this guy for a while. About 3 years I think.”

The crowd screams in response. An actor and a singer dating. Original right?

“But he’s visiting while we’re touring, and I figured, we could get him out on stage yeah?”

Screaming is the only answer, so smiling, you nod to Delilah who grabs a confused, yet happy, looking Simu onto the stage with her. You hug him tightly, careful not to mess up your outfit as the entire costume department would kill you. You lead him to a stool that Mira had set out a second earlier, and hand him a small basket for him to hold.

“Babe?”

“Don’t worry, Boba. You’ll giggle.”

While this exchange was happening, you could hear Mira tell the audience that you’re doing a cover of a song from one of your good friends John K.

The crowd nearly drowns out the start of the song, but you’d been planning this for far too long to let that mess you up. After all, Simu was on stage with you and your girls and you knew he’d get a kick out of this.

This is why I can't have nice things

'Cause I break 'em

I'll take 'em for granted, yeah

Snapping along, you look to your left while Delilah sings, sunglasses on. Simu hasn’t figured out that all three of you are wearing sunglasses now. Stealthily hidden along the entire stage.

The second I tell you how I feel

I get anxious

And I don't understand it

Moving around, you all play around with the shades, trying to subtly show to Simu what he’s about to get himself into by dating you. In 3 years he’s managed to lose about 11 different pairs of sunglasses too.

Can't you see I'm tryin'?

Oh, but every time, I

Blame it on the timing

I know it's a lot but

Knowing it’s Mira’s turn, the three of you move about the stage with choreographed ease. Turning in circles while walking along the stage lines. Slowly taking the other place in the designated spots.

We've been lying closer

I've been getting colder

It's already over in my mind

Maybe that's why

You turn back towards him and give him the first pair of glasses. He’s confused when he holds them in his hand and hasn’t recognized them yet. Singing along, you skip towards the next part of the stage, while Delilah hands her pair off to Simu as well. Both pairs having been lost for some time now he still hasn’t be able to recognize them.

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose

Them sooner or later, oh, lately I

Can't keep anything, can't keep you

Harmonizing to Mira and Delilah, you skip around stage looking for the fourth pair of glasses. Pointing at a few fans while swaying your hips to the beat, well aware that your skirt doesn’t leave much room for anything.

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose

Them sooner or later, oh, baby I

Can't keep anything, can't keep you

Angling yourself back upwards, snapping your free hand, you’re facing Simu again who still hasn’t figured it out yet. Skipping towards him, you hand off the glasses one of the security guards gave you. Everyone was in on it.

This is why I can't have nice things, yeah

'Cause I question

Every blessin' in my life

Ooh-ooh

Mira is going off like a queen on her part, dancing with shades on her face and in hand. You’re still besides Simu, four pairs of glasses in the basket when you can see the moment he realizes what’s happening. Thankfully he isn’t angry, but you can see the annoyed laughter coming out.

The second I, I put my heart out, yeah

Even just a little bit, yeah

I know you'll walk all over it

Grabbing his hand, you twirl him in a circle like you do when the two of you dance in the kitchen. He’s laughing now, even taking the pair that were perched on your head and placing them on his own.

Can't you see I'm tryin'?

Oh, but every time, I

Blame it on the timing

I know it's a lot but

Singing your harmony, still hand in hand with Simu, the two of you are walking across the stage to another stash. He even holds out the basket for you having finally caught on to what was going on. And you’re even more in love seeing how he’s flowing with it instead of getting angry.

We've been lying closer

I've been getting colder

It's already over in my mind

Maybe that's why

Still with the basket in hand, he even surprised you by twirling you this time. Pulling you in to his chest, he wraps his free hand around you as if to try and hold you for more than a second. Before you want, you twist out his embrace, but send a smile his way.

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose

Them sooner or later, oh, lately I

Can't keep anything, can't keep you

You join the others as they make their way to the middle of the stage, leaving poor Simu to the side all confused. Staying in step with each other, you walk through your choreography, twists and spins that connect all three of you together. You weren’t Little Mix, but you’d been together just as long. Singing in step, you point at the crowd.

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose

Them sooner or later, oh, baby I

Can't keep anything, can't keep

Crowd screaming, you look at your girls and know in your gut that despite the fights, disagreements, everything, you’re all in it for the long haul. For a second you nearly forget to grab the set of glasses from your bassist before you remember he’s wearing them on his face. With the eight pair in the basket, you’re on track and that’s all that matters in the moment.

You, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh-ooh

Can't keep anything, can't keep

Satisfied Simu is playing along instead of getting mad, you hand off the pair the bassist wore, you move along to the beat. Bouncing in a weird combination of up/ down, and forward/back. You nearly forget you’re wearing a skirt until an announced presence behind you reminds you that Simu is at the only angle to see a little more than imagination.

You, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh-ooh

Can't keep anything

Now you’re swaying against him, it isn’t in the choreography but at this point you wouldn’t be moving much other than a few feet for the last few pairs. A possessive arm around your waist to keep you upright, you nearly pretend to flash him, Simu unaware that you have sliders on underneath, like always. Turning around, you push yourself away from him one last time. Determined to get the last pair before the end of the song.

Can't you see I'm tryin'?

Oh, but every time, I

Blame it on the timing

I know it's a lot but

The girls coming in together with you now. Not even looking at the crowd, you’re all focused on each other. Thinking back to the times where everyone tried to pit you all against each other only to come out stronger.

We've been lying closer

I've been getting colder

It's already over in my mind

Stepping into each others space, nota breath of air in between any of you, hugging your girls, you nearly forget that you have one last pair of sunglasses to hand the man you love more than yourself.

Maybe that's why

You turn towards him and he knows without a doubt.

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose

Them sooner or later, oh, lately I

Can't keep anything, can't keep you

The rest of song slowly fades out while you gingerly hand him the last set. Set on having him see just how much you love him despite everything. Despite the fans, the time, the distance, everything. He is your everything and you know it like you know your hair color. He is what you were missing all this time, even if you told yourself you were whole. He is what you were missing. He knows is too. He’d tell you that you were what was missing for him. Everything led to the other and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

I know that I'll, know that I'll lose (know that I'll lose)

I only buy cheap sunglasses 'cause (hey)

Them sooner or later, oh, baby I

Can't keep anything, can't keep

You, ooh-ooh

You, ooh-ooh (know that I'll lose)

You, ooh, ooh-ooh (hey)

Can't keep anything, can't keep

You, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)

You, ooh-ooh (know that I'll lose)

You’d deny it late, but the girls would later tell you that they had practiced the end, knowing you’d forget to sing being too busy to look into the eyes of your other half. Deny it to your last breath even if everyone, even the fans that took videos knew. You were made for the other, and no one could deny that.

Can't keep anything

Can't keep you

Even when it came to returning lost sunglasses.

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