#elite short stories

[shujubeelamoglia]

Manu Ríos

[givn]

My two rules when and if this screenplay is considered;

#loneinteger

Nudity and sexual interactions of @elitenetflixsource bound; become only North American modality.

By that I mean to say: very reclusive inclusive and of PG origin, because I know that would be ratings heavy

Rule 1: we respectfully like @obx make a geological heritage look up after Gabriel(me) sees his destiny on a google search when he he’s scouted to attend Elite Academy, from the Vixen family he participated in

Rule 2: to have me set forth to be a lead man in my own movie and add and focus on writing Angelo’s characters for part TWO seen after the first, is the venture to be unhinged and prolonged the Playa Esmeralda working forward within domination of finally finding out a place you hadn’t known but finally know its location and that it is indeed real.

More over Angelo affiliated within affluent brands that he’s supported in real life he comers into Elite beef top Influencer; who attracts a lot of attention but notices the poetic prowess of the wallflower Gabriel, whom shows him and motivates him in secret at first; more frontal second showing him in poised aperatures building a secret vision scape with him as his lover whom he chooses in mystery and tentaciones of other kisses that show to him Gabriel is vulnerable and needs safety; upon seeing this and the new technology of AI-decoders he starts to from his FBI family BG (backstory made up) he has access to this and then pushes him to inform him he’s actually of a hidden stem of royalty of said Spain.

Why he decided in secret to come to Spain to as a normal nobleman. But altogether ready to project his imagination with someone who he had wanted since the age of 5/6.

Furthermore keys are what he interests him; so due to this he collects and becomes wealthy from the tokenization offers from black rock as a new form of currency to rid Carla of her corrupt fathers hold he has over the school and his city. Enabling Carla to befriend Gabriel and be his wing woman to get Angelo but Patrick insensitively blocks their attempt and tries to steal him, to which in sort the shorter in height privilege kids come together and take control of the party at Playa Esmeralda,

(giving courage to those other feel short or not enough for A,B, C or D reason to stand up to bullies)

For further analysis later

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[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 82. guzman nunier and nadia shanaa - elite

[smuganya]

CARLA ROSÓN CALERUEGA first & last episode 1.01 | Elite Short Stories: Carla Samuel (Part 3)

[factsilike]

Really tired of constantly seeing posts declaring that everyone in MXTX novels is complicated and 'morally grey' and that's what makes her works wonderfully written, and that everyone else who doesn't see that is stupid, or is 'demonising' characters and bashing them for rightfully criticising their shitty, very much unjustified actions.

And ironically it seems so simplistic to just declare that, because yes her stories are wonderfully written and complex, but not for that reason. You're clearly not reading her works and only spouting what you think her stories say. There are many morally grey characters in morally complex stories out there, but MDZS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

NONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS (i.e protagonists and their male leads except for LBH maybe) ARE MORALLY GREY OR MORALLY COMPLEX.

THEY ARE ALL MORALLY RIGHTEOUS.

Just take a closer look at their actions compared to the actions of literally everyone else around them, it's not that hard to see.

Not to mention that MXTX herself literally says that WWX and LWJ are both morally ideal and that ahe hopes her readers can be like them, but people seem to have no respect for the word of authors in the name of their self projection onto the characters being contradicted nowadays 😒

(also saw someone dismissively say that HC may think that the world revolves around XL or whatever, but others don't and they're right??

First of all, did you even read the novel? HC made his judgement based on how others treated him versus how XL did when he was a CHILD. And how XL continues to treat others to this day. He is well within his rights to think the world of XL, especially since XL suffered more than every other person and still doesn't succumb to evil, despite having every right to do so, miles more than others. He all but regards XL as his moral compass, because he's proof that truly good people do exist in this world, and not ONE other person in the novel is shown to be as good as him.)

One of the reasons why I really don't like the Xianle Trio is this; neither FX nor MQ seem to regard XL as his own person with his own agency, who is capable of making his own decisions initially as HC does, and only near the end of the novel do they let up a bit when their asses had to be saved by XL multiple times. (especially considering what fools they made of themselves in that spiderweb cave lmao)

Both of them try to enforce XL ALL THE TIME ("Your Highness don't do this or don't do that or don't say this or don't go there or don't talk to him"), as if XL has not survived perfectly well on his own without them FOR 800 YEARS.

The difference between them and HC is clearly spelled out when FC asks HC about why he is not stopping XL, and HC replies that while he may not agree with some of XL's decisions, he would never force him to do what he thinks is correct, something both MQ and FX are CONSTANTLY shown to try to do.

Like please. Xianle Trio who? More like suffering XL and his pair of nuisances who think themselves to be his babysitters. And most of the time he's the one babysitting them.

Another thing that irks me is that their frequent arguments are often played off for laughs, but XL is truly a saint, because if my friends were constantly bickering over petty things all throughout our dangerous journey and giving me nothing but headaches, especially in survival situations, I'd given them the boot a long time ago.

[dulcetgames]

NEW SIDE STORY ALERT 📣

A well-deserved break from class! You can spend the whole day with that special someone… but who will it be? 👀

📅 Mark your calendars: Saturday, November 9th!

[flowersandfashion]

'what would I wear to the met gala?' I would paint my body like a hyper-realistic stone statue covered in moss. an effigy of the elites, consumed by the time garden as they consumed it. destroyed, decomposing and returning to the earth.

[sleepless-winter-nights]

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Legacy of Gods - Rina Kent Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Brandon King/Nikolai Sokolov (Legacy of Gods), Landon King/Mia Sokolov, Jeremy Volkov/Cecily Knight, Eli King/Ava Nash, Remington Astor/ Ariella Nash, glyndon king/ killian carson Characters: Brandon King (Legacy of Gods), Nikolai Sokolov (Legacy of Gods), Landon King (Legacy of God's), Cecily Knight, Jeremy Volkov, Eli King, Ava Nash, Mia Sokolov

Finally I posted a new chapter after a long time and I am really sorry for the delay.

I was supposed to post this long back but then stuff happened which was bad and I was stuck, unable to post. This year is the worst . I also didn't wanted to post a boring half written chapter so I thought of taking some time but then I took a lot and I am really sorry for that. 

Let me know your thoughts 

[novococain]

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[visionarystoryteller]

When The News Breaks//Love For Noella Levesque

*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque OC World*

For the first 4 weeks, Noella was able to keep her job with AEW quiet. She checked in with her father at least once a week but kept quiet. Paul had started to become suspicious of her lack of night outs, and social media presence. She was quiet.

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Noella was sitting on the apron, Max standing in between her legs. She was playing with his scarf, fixing it around his neck.

“So how’s Piper?” Noella asks.

“Fat.” Max laughs. Noella giggles, loving maxs laugh.

“Oh stop Maxwell, shes well loved” she giggles. Max shakes his head.

“Then let me help well love you” Max smirks, his hands grabbing onto Noellas hips and squeezing. Noella swats at his hands giggling and turning red.

“Get out of here Max” she try’s to brush him off. You’d never know someone as confident as her at things would be as insecure as she was, but damn was she ever. Max watched her. Some compliments she took and seemed okay with but whenever Max said something like this, she tried to shut down. Any other time Max would become annoyed and walk away but with Noella he had become so paralyzed. Max worried instead of becoming annoyed. She had clearly never been treated properly, and that’s what annoyed Max more than anything. Max took a more relaxed route instead of pushing Noella.

“I’m kinda thinking smoothies and the best place I know is a few blocks from here, wanna come with me?” Max asks as he backs up some, his hands in his pockets. Noella took a breath, not knowing how Maxs comments always seemed to make her nervous. She was thankful he seemed to be able to read her and never push her.

“Sure that actually sounds good” she smiled shyly at him. Max internally sighs. Noella had him gripped in her vice. Max smiles and helped her down from the apron and pulled her in by her shoulders and walked with her close to him.

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Paul sat in his office when his door swung open and his father in law walked in with his IPad. Paul looked at Vince with question.

“Everything okay Vince?” He asks.

“Looks like we know why Noella went to Florida” Vince says handing Paul his tablet. There on TMZ was his daughter with a pro wrestler, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, at a smoothie shop. Paul chewed on his cheek. He didn’t peg his daughter as the type of girl to go somewhere just for a guy. Paul hands him back the tablet and takes a slow breath.

“I knew she wasn’t ready” Vince chides and Paul ignores him.

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“So you excited to let the world know you work for your rival?” Max asks as he drives them to the arena.

“Honestly yea, just not so much the backlash I guess” Noella says playing with the her straw in her drink.

“It’ll be okay sweetheart. If your dad can’t understand then it’s best to just keep your distance. Plus that just means you’ll spend the holidays with me instead” Max says. Noella giggles with reddened cheeks.

“You’re so sure of yourself Maxwell. How do you know I won’t just spend it with Austin and Britt?” Noella asks. Max faux gasps.

“And third wheel, yea nope sorry sweetheart, that’s not happening” Max states as he pulls into the parking lot. Noella looks over at Max with raised eyebrows. Max looks over at her and laughs.

“What sweetheart, I’m just saying.”

“So id be third wheeling with you and Piper instead?” Noella asks with a quirked brow. Max laughs loudly earning a giggle from Noella.

“More like piper would be shit out of luck and she’d be third wheeling” Max says leaning over the console and burrying his face in Noellas neck. Noella giggled again, Max’s nose tickling her neck. Noella tried to push his shoulder but he wouldn’t budge.

“Maaaaaxxxx, cmon you have a meeting with creative” Noella whines to him. Max pulls his head away from her neck but still kept himself close to her.

“I hate that you know my schedule, I can’t bullshit my way to skip them when you know about them” Max whines. Noella lightly smacks Max’s shoulder.

“Oh stop you love your job” Noella chides. Max chuckles nodding his head.

“I know sweetheart” he says unlocking the car. They both get out and head into Daily’s. When inside the building Austin and Britt look like they are chickens running with their heads cut off.

“Yo Cole what are you doing?” Max yells down the hall at them. The pair turns to look down the hall at Noella and Max, a relieved look coming across their face. The pair speed down to them.

“Where were you two?” Austin asks. Britt surveys the pair and giggles.

“Clearly smoothie run Austin.” Britt laughs pointing at their cups.

“Well shit Noe, replacing me” Austin sulks.

“Mhmm” Noella smiles. Max smiles triumphantly. Just then a shrill tone of Motorheads The Game, rings out from Noellas phone. Noella let it ring as everyone felt the tense air that had developed quickly near Noella.

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Paul sat in his office as the start of Smackdown, still trying to get ahold of Noella. Each call rang and rang then went to voicemail. After another failed call, Paul made his way out of his office to go and introduce the new GM. When he came back from introducing Nick Aldis, everyone gave him a sympathetic look. He furrowed his brows as he was stopped by an interviewer.

“Hunter, Hunter!” He stopped and turned to the interviewer.

“Yes?”

“Any comment on your daughter Noella Helmsley becoming one of the new production runners with All Elite wrestling” they asked. Paul was stunned to his place. He quickly recovered.

“No comment at this time” Paul said walking down to his office. His phone tightly gripped in his hand he pulled up Noellas number and pressed call.

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25 minutes was longer than Noella thought it would take her father to call. Max was out doing a segment and then a match, so she sat quietly behind production, that was until her dad called her. Then the calls seemed to never stop.

“You can take it Noella” Tony Kahn smiles at her. She gives a sympathetic look.

“I’d rather not but I think I have too” she breathes out. Tony gives her a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay go.” He urges her. She nods and gets up from production and makes her way out of the gorilla production area and walks the hall a little. Her phone starts to ring again and Noella takes a deep breath before answering.

“Hi dad” she answers as nonchalant as possible.

“At first I really couldn’t believe my daughter would just go down to Florida for a boy…that just doesnt sound like you…but then to be bombarded with being told my daughter is working in the rival company is beyond belief. So I’m going to ask this one time. Are you really working with AEW?” Paul gets straight to the point.

“Max happens to be an amazing wrestler, some of the best I’ve seen and yes I’ve been seeing some great talent these last few weeks as a production runner. Some that even you know and worked with. Someone saw I was ready and there was no way I was going to keep being told I wasn’t good at what I do.”

“No one said you weren’t good enough Noella Ann” Paul said with hurt.

“I don’t know your talks never really told me you thought I was, so wouldn’t know. You wouldn’t stick up for me to Vince, but I get it dad. I do. Just don’t expect me to be at any family gatherings for I know the McMahons will hate that. Max and Piper will be glad to have me” Noella almost chokes up at the end. At this point Max had been running from gorilla to look for Noella when he saw her leaning against the wall head looking down. He ran to her and quickly lifted her chin with his fingers, seeing the tears in her eyes and the phone stuck to her ear.

“Noella it’s not like that and you know it” Paul says feeling his daughter slip through his fingers.

“I do not even know my ‘sisters’ dad. I barely know you half the time…look I need to go. Bye” Noella says hanging up the phone. Noella felt numb, forgetting that Max was there until she felt his thumb on her chin.

“Hi Max” she sadly smiles up at him. Her eyes travel down Max’s body watching his chest still rapidly move.

“How was your match” she asks, this time her hand coming up to trace his middle pectoral line carefully. Max shook his head.

“Won like usual but I was worried when Tony said you went to take a call, said you looked a little scared. Was that your dad?” Max asks carefully. Noella just nodded.

“What can I do?” Max asks. Noella looks up into his eyes. The eyes that seemed to hold so much care for her. The eyes that seemed to haunt her in her dreams. She tried to take a deep breath.

“Just, I….i don’t know” she breathed out. Max nodded and pulled her into him. She was so numb that she didn’t even care if max was all sweaty from his match…she just wanted to feel something other than the utter disappointment she felt at having her dad be who he was. Max kissed the crown of her head and pulled her to walk with him to his locker room so he could get cleaned up.

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Noella ended up going back with Max to his hotel room, where she passed out on his bed. The dirt sheets and tabloids were all over Noella working for AEW and her being spotted with MJF, which wasnt as big of news as Noella betrayal to WWE and her father.

Max pulled up the blanket he always traveled with, to Noellas chin and kiss her head before going to lay on the other side. Max sat up in bed texting Austin and his mom. Austin knew Max was worried for Noella, he knew of her strained relationship with her father, he’d seen it on occasion when she was around him. His mom ended up face timing him.

“Hi hun” she smiles at him. He gives a small smile, seeing Piper laying behind her on top of the couch.

“Hi mom. Hi Piper” max says, Piper looks at him and meows. Noella rolls over and Max looks down at her and she blinks her eyes.

“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you sweetheart” Max says. She gives a tired smile.

“I heard ‘Hi Piper’ thought it was a dream, but this works too.” Noella giggles

“Maxwell who is that” his mom says as Piper meows again. Max pns his camera down at Noella.

“Noella. She ended up passed out on my bed but apparently Piper is what wakes her” he laughs. His mom smiles watching how Max looks down at her with adoration.

“Hi Mrs Friedman, Hi Piper” she shyly waves.

“You two behaving?” She chuckles out. Max and Noella both turn dark shades of red.

“Mom fuck off, not like that” max says. Noella moves closer to Max and leans her head on his chest to look at the video call.

“Mhmm, okay Maxwell” his mother chuckles. Noella giggles and watches as Piper walks in front of the camera and meows loudly.

“I’ll be home in a few days Pipe” Max says.

“Get some sleep you two” his mom says before hanging up. Max chuckles.

“Your mom totally thinks we’re banging” Noella yawns out. Max puts his phone on the side table before his hands delve into Noellas hair.

“Yea well as much as I’d love to pound you into this mattress, I need you just here more.” Max says quietly. Noella brings her hand up to his curls on the side of his head and plays with them.

“The ever cocky romantic aren’t you Maxwell” Noella chuckles out.

“Only for you Noella” Max says drifting off into sleep. Noella gives his pec a kiss and falls back to sleep herself.

[retrogamer2099]

Retro_G is back with another Doom SnapMaps cover! This tale has you playing as an "Elite Guard" taking orders from the mad scientist Olivia Pierce. The task is to recover some important "Hell" artifacts and make it back to the shuttle. In the missions log it says, cleaning up loose ends. Wonder what that means...hit the link to find out. Like and Subscribe! THX.

[smuganya]

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[urmultideadfandomperson]

Have A Rest

Character/s: Enzo Valenciano, Reader

Pairing/s: Enzo Valenciano X Reader

Genre/s: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Warning/s: overwork, mentions of insomnia, mentions of violence, fatigued state

Summary: (Y/N) finds Enzo overworking in his chancery tonight, and they need to get him to sleep.

Requested by: None

Note: Greetings! This is my first one-shot in Tumblr, featuring Enzo Valenciano from The Young Elites! I have never seen any works like this, so I decided to create one myself. Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy this story! Thank you for reading!

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The bed was cold tonight.

That was always the feeling whenever Enzo was not there to lay down alongside you—cold, lonely, empty. The warmth that always emitted from him was gone, the weight shifting in the huge mattress was not felt. Every night without him with you was freezing. You were not in Beldain, but the whole room felt like its snowy lands.

It was no longer surprising, though. Honestly, this happens almost everyday. Enzo is the leader of the Dagger Society, the crown prince fighting for his stolen birthright. Of course he will be busy. Creating plans, thinking of future discussions, even dealing with a bunch of heartbreaks and reluctances. But no matter how busy he is, you knew that Enzo will always have time for you.

You see, you are (Y/N) (L/N), the most recent recruit of the Dagger Society. You lived in Serrata, one of the cities in Kenettra that is not very known by the others. The Messenger sensed you threatened heavily by the Inquisition Axis, their swords drawing on your neck and their stares sharp on your helpless face.

As you were about to be killed, they came to the rescue and carried you away from the dark alleyways of Serrata. Until today, the inquisitors found no trace of you anywhere. At that moment, it was the beginning of your new life as a Young Elite—protected and hidden.

You discovered back then that your ability was (Your Elite Ability), and the Daggers thought that you would be a great contribution to the mission. It was Enzo, himself who said so. Although saddened that they saved you because they could get advantage, you were still happy to know they rescued you from the hands of death. Even if it was not because of kindness, the fact that the crown prince saw you as an important being was enough.

It took you a month to prove yourself that you were worthy to becoming a Elite. The Daggers were rather impressed at your capabilities. Raffaele complimented that you were quite the fast learner, pointing out details on how you were able to conjure your power correctly. In just a matter of time, The Reaper had officially given you the name (Your Elite Nickname). You were finally one of them, the seventh member of the Dagger Society.

It took a couple more days, but overtime, the others started to open up to you. They would begin small talk, greeting each other with smiles, and even inviting you to trainings. In just six months, you and the Daggers are like a family. A family working together to help the crown prince.

Speaking of the crown prince, he is actually your lover. You caught his eye on the first day he knew of you. From your unique markings to your courageous and sweet personality, he felt himself falling in love with you. You did not look like her in any way, but this new love was somewhat so special to him.

Everyday, he would fall deeper and deeper in the trance of love. He never knew he would love somebody romantically again, ever since the tragedy of his lost love, Daphne Chouryana. Enzo kept telling himself to get out of the trance, but the feeling only grows stronger as the days passed. Was this a sign to try again? He both hopes and not.

Since the feeling kept developing more, Enzo needed to get it out of his chest. Enzo told himself to make it direct and bland, but his words ended up being romantic and sincere.

He really needs to stop falling in love so easily.

But what he did not expect is the fact you actually reciprocated his feelings. You truthfully told Enzo about what made you fall for him, beginning in both his benefits and weaknesses. Even you liked the flaws he always thought were a hassle. Although happy, he had said that he needed some time to think whether to accept your confession. He still loved Daphne deep in his heart, but he knows he needed to let go. Lucky for him, you were patient enough to wait.

A week later, he finally answered your confession: yes. Enzo pondered that maybe it was time to let her go, to start a new love with a new person. It may be a painful process, but he is with you. And if he is having romance with you, he may learn to move on from a heartbreak. The Daggers were joyous about the news, knowing their leader finally found someone else to love. Raffaele and Dante were the most glad for the prince.

And now, this is where the present had brought the two of you: alone in the bedchamber whereas Enzo locks himself in his private chamber to think and plan. You were beginning to worry for your beloved prince. As a leader of a secret society, Enzo must think straight and instantly for new ideas on finding new Elites and striking on the evil aristocrats ruling Kenettra. He is aligned with Fortuna, after all. Enzo will always find a way to be victorious.

However, ambition comes with consequences as well.

In the mornings, every Dagger sees him with dark circles under his eyes. The Reaper kept telling them it was because of insomnia—that was both a truth and a lie. He is observed to be less efficient during duels, and his appearance that used to be clean and dignified, now looked disheveled and lowly. But on the bright side, he made new plans on how to murder Queen Giulietta and her sleazy husband.

Even so, all of you knew that Enzo needed rest. It was so clear that he was exhausted on always plotting and calculating. Raffaele even spotted him once having a strong headache, yet he kept devising and writing down the keywords. He was so ill that the Messenger insisted to give him a head massage. The beautiful malfetto believed with all his might that it was the first time seeing Enzo so distressed.

"He's still not here," You mumble to yourself as you stare at the door. Or rather, at silent abyss. Is he overworking again? He must be.

You were now in dilemma, choosing whether to leave him be or approach him. If you leave him in his office, he might be in a terrible state in the next day. And you do not want that to happen. If you approach him, there is a high chance that an argument would occur. You knew that Enzo was too stubborn to stop himself from working, but you knew that his health was very important.

... I can't let history repeat itself. It's time for a change. You finally decided as you hopped off the bed where you were laying down for the whole hour. You did not care if he was going to protest or not. This time, you are going to make him sleep regardless of his reaction.

Still in your sleepwear and barefooted, you go out the door of your bedchamber and walk in the luxurious hallways of the Fortunata Court. You were certain that the consorts were fast asleep, only hearing crickets and the passing wind. Their job was never an easy task at all, and you are considerate enough to understand.

Every step you took was leading you outside the fancy court. You knew where you were going, and it was to the secret chambers that was underneath the Fortunata Court. It was the place where the Dagger Society held their meetings, duel against each other, or even just resting after a long fight. As malfetto children, they must stay hidden.

While pacing in the secret chambers, all the noises from nature had vanished, all silenced by the walls of the room. And at this point, you heard new ones aside from your footsteps: low groaning of frustration, mumbling of tiny details, and the sound of a scribbling quill pen on a parchment.

And you saw it—a door slightly left open, a small light lit in the dimmed room. You recognized that door too much.

That is Enzo's chancery... You thought, staring at the door in front of you. It was the chamber where the prince privately devises and calculates for the upcoming battle against their enemies. Whenever there was time, he would invite you to simply sit beside him or help him soothe his nerves. But because he is tied up for the past days, he stopped the invitations.

Your feet brought you to the door of the chancery. You knew that it was very impolite to enter without his invitation, but you had to convince Enzo to rest. His health was at risk because of overwork.

Since the door was left open just a crack, you thought it would be enough to peek what the prince was doing. As you took a small glance, you saw the state of the jaded Reaper.

Enzo was sitting on his chair, a hand running through his crimson locks while the other scribbles the quill on the parchment. His hair was tangling over his shoulder, no longer in the usual low, loose tail. The prince was still wearing his fancy doublet. He must have no intention of sleeping if he is not wearing any sleepwear tonight.

But his eyes...

They had the same dark circles every morning under them. His eyelids were drooping, desperate to keep themselves open to read the plans. Enzo was obviously struggling in staying awake, yet at the same time, he holds himself back from craving for sleep.

"Enzo," you say to yourself, unaware of the volume of your voice. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Knowing you are now caught, you went inside his chancery and closed the door beind you. "I wanted to check on you. You were not coming in our bedchamber." You replied to him, your tone genuinely concerned.

"(Your Elite Nickname)?" Enzo looks up to see you peeking on his door. His expression looked more fatigued than what you had expected. Even his voice was raspy. "It's already midnight. What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Well, I am not heading to the bed..." You start to speak, pacing towards Enzo. You walk behind him, pushing away the hair that covers his nape and kisses it softly. "... If you're not coming with me."

The prince chuckles lowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You notice his mood lighten up a bit at your presence. "I appreciate your concern for me, (Your Affectionate Nickname). I expected you to be asleep by now."

Enzo shivers lightly at the kiss, but he does not complain in any way. "Are you convincing me to sleep or seducing me to our bedchamber?" He teases, smirking softly. "If you think you can make me go to bed, it will be a long night, (Y/N)."

"As much as I know you are occupied with your work, just please remember to rest every now and then." You tell him, giving the back of his neck more kisses. "Everyone in the society had noticed your fatigue. All the Daggers are aware of how weary you are. We are worried for your health, my Reaper..."

Your lover only kept silent. Though it was not obvious, he was honestly in disbelief. Was his mask breaking already? Perhaps he had softened from exhaustion, making him look very sluggish during mornings. He was supposed to be tough in front of people, but his almighty appearance was starting to shatter from weariness.

"Please, my Reaper? Have a rest." You said, trying to convince him more. However, he only kept silent.

"Enzo, come on. You and I know that you are tired. Go to bed with me." You added, not giving up on convincing him. You even gave his neck more affection, yet all he did was shiver. As much as you wanted to drag him out of his chancery, you knew very well that it is disrespectful.

But all you got was nothing. No word was uttered from the working prince. His hand was still scribbling the quill.

His silence made you think he would not bother to sleep. You sighed, thinking that it was actually harder to convince him. It would be his choice, not yours. But the urge to drag him to the bedchamber was very tempting. "If that's what you wish, I'll just leave you be. I hope you'll finish your tasks tonight. Goodnight, Reaper."

With that, you leave him a soft kiss on his forehead and began to walk out of the chancery. When your hand grabbed the knob, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of firm arms wrapped around your waists. You turn your head to see Enzo embracing you from behind, his face buried in your hair.

His words were sincere, just like his confession. But this time, it was intentional. He did not speak this way by mistake, but now with truth.

"Pardon me, (Your Affectionate Nickname)," Enzo mumbles softly, his voice husky, laced with tiredness and guilt. "I apologize for making my Daggers worry. I can assure that none of you are involved with my overworking behavior."

"Enzo, you know that there is nothing to be sorry for—"

"But I had made you worry! I made my entire society worry!" He protests, exclaiming slightly. He clears his throat, continuing his sentence. "(Y/N), I accept that I am at fault for your concerns. What can I do in order to soothe your worri—"

Without a second thought, you turned around to lean in and steal a kiss from his soft lips. This was one of your favorite methods of making him quiet. Your hands strongly gripped the collar of his doublet, pulling him closer.

Meanwhile with the Reaper, he was dumbfounded by the kiss. But after tensing, he slowly melted and returned it, his hands around your waists. The kiss was useful as a weapon and an act of affection when it comes to Enzo. And right now, you are using it in those two ways.

Three minutes had passed, so the two of you had to pull away. As your lips widened the opened gap in between, soft panting and gentle heartbeats were heard in the chancery. The eye contact did not break, though. Midnight meets (E/C), gazing deep into each other to see the love within.

"I missed loving you this way," you mutter to Enzo, resting your head on his chest. A yawn had as well escaped your mouth, showing tiredness.

"Looks like I succeeded at making you go to bed then." You said, grinning softly at your victory.

"So did I." Enzo nods, holding you in his arms. He takes the chance to smell the scent of your hair. He calms as his nostrils inhales the scent of your locks, his midnight eyes closed. "I just want to sleep tonight. I'm tired."

Enzo smiles, chuckling softly. "Maybe."

After that, both you and Enzo walked back to the Fortunata Court, hands intertwined with each other. Two malfettos, walking hand-in-hand in the middle of the night.

However, when you arrived in the court, the two of you parted ways. You were heading to the bedchamber, whereas the Reaper was going towards another place.

But of course, you did not mind. He was going to the bathhouse, after all. Enzo said with a blush on his cheeks that he did not bathe for the night, since he thought he would stay up for his tasks again.

And now, you were in the same moment as if travelling back in time: laying down the bed, waiting. But now had a change; you were smiling and expecting Enzo to go inside who will be freshly bathed and ready for sleep.

It did not take long before Enzo opened the door. He was now wearing his sleepwear, his blood red hair straight and wet from water. The smell of soap from the bathhouse was lingering on his body.

"Was I late, (Your Affectionate Nickname)?" He asks.

"No, you're just in time." You reply, beaming at the sight of your prince.

Enzo walks to the bed and lays on it, quickly taking you into his firm arms for a snuggle. Your head rests on his broad chest, using it as a pillow. You yawn, and he follows. It was very late now—both of you must sleep and drift to your dreamworlds.

But a night will never end without goodnight kisses. Enzo caresses your cheek in his scarred hand, slowly leaning in to kiss your lips. In return, you wrap your arms around him and close your eyes. The warmth that you have been craving was now there, in the bed and in your body. The bedchamber feels much more comfortable, now that Enzo's presence was near.

Once you pulled away, the Reaper beams and whispers in your ear: "I love you. Thank you for your help."

You smile back at him, returning his sweet nothing. "I love you, too, my prince."

With some affection and embracing in the bed, the two of you close your eyes as the serenity of midnight soothes your tired bodies.

Goodnight. The wind whispers as it puts out the candle.

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I'm honestly retconning a shit ton of lore for the Chroniclerverse it's unbelievable