#i'll never get tired of his fluffy hair ❤️

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

HAMISH LINKLATER as FRANK in the 2011 production of The School for Lies by David Ives

[poisonlove]

Can I have a request!? Jenna Ortega x Fem!Readder

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, Y/n."

Credits to: urfriendlywriter

-Thank you!

FIGHT | j.o

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X reader

Status: request

Warning: fluffy

The distance was becoming difficult to bear.

Jenna was in Romania for the filming of 'Wednesday,' and our relationship was feeling the strain. Her messages were becoming rarer, and our calls, though filled with love, were always too brief.

I was in Italy, far from her, and the emptiness I felt was growing each day.

My eyes were fixed on the screen of my phone, waiting for Jenna's response: would she be up for a Skype video call?I nervously bit my lower lip, palms sweating. I wanted to see her and talk to her about... us. I don't want to seem selfish; I know how hard she's working, often late into the night... but is it too much to ask for a simple good morning every now and then?

I was even considering the idea of taking a break, not because I don't love her, but maybe it would be one less thing for her to worry about.

Jen❤️Call

I quickly skimmed my girlfriend's message and tapped on the Skype icon, calling Jenna.

After three rings, Jenna picked up.

Jenna's tired face appeared on the screen. "Hey, Amore" she said with a smile, "how are you?"

I looked sadly into her sleep-deprived eyes, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.

I'm a horrible person.

I tried to smile, but the worry was evident in my eyes. "Hi Jen," I replied, forcing the corners of my lips into a smile.

"Everything okay, Amore?" Jenna responded with concern, likely noticing my obviously fake smile.

Of course she noticed, she's an actress.

"I can't wait to come home and hold you," she added, looking at me with total admiration, her brown eyes sparkling uniquely. I played with my fingers, looking down at my legs feeling the weight of the words I needed to say.

I took a deep breath.

"Jenna, we need to talk about how things are going between us," I said, wanting to get to the point.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, every word charged with tension.

Jenna immediately noticed the seriousness in my voice. Her smile faded.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I looked up and saw her expression change from happy to deeply troubled, her teeth biting her lower lip forcefully.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong," I replied, trying to stay calm despite the anxiety growing inside me."It's just that... it feels like we're drifting further apart. Your messages are rare, and the calls, as lovely as they are, are too short. I feel neglected," I timidly confessed, feeling my voice tremble.

Jenna sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I know, and I'm sorry. The work here is grueling, and I try to make time for us, but it's not enough." Her smile returned, but it was forced. "Three more months and I'll be with you," she said calmly, her tone hopeful but tinged with despair.

"It's not just about time, Jenna," I continued, tears welling up behind my eyes. "It's that I feel like I'm not a priority to you anymore." I confessed, feeling the knot in my throat tighten.

Jenna looked at me with genuine concern.

"Don't say that. You're the most important thing to me," she said, looking at me sadly, her eyes watery. I could see the pain reflected in her eyes, and it broke my heart.

Jenna hates seeing me cry; it makes her sad.

"Then why don't you show it?" I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, Jenna, but I can't keep feeling this alone," I said angrily, sadness mixing with the rest of my emotions.

Jenna clenched her fists, frustration evident on her face.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me? I've been working for hours, learning scripts, shooting grueling scenes. I'm exhausted!" Jenna looked at me with anger, gritting her teeth. I could see the fatigue and frustration building up inside her like a volcano about to erupt.

"It's never enough for you, is it? You always want more," she said with frustration, her voice cracking.

Ouch. I felt her words like a stab in the gut.

"I don't deny that," I retorted, "but I can't ignore feeling neglected. Even a simple message once in a while would make a difference." I suggested, feeling the anxiety grow inside me as I noticed the change in atmosphere between us.

Jenna's anger soon gave way to sadness, and a strange look came over her eyes.

"So... are you... giving up on me?" she asked, her voice filled with pain. I could sense the fear behind her words, a fear that resonated within me too.

Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Then are you willing to fight for us?" she interrupted, frustration and desperation in her voice. "Or are you going to leave me?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the tension rise.

"Jenna, I want to fight for us, but I can't do it alone. I need you to be willing to do the same. We can't make it if we don't both put in the effort. I love you, but I need to feel closer to you even when we're apart. We can find a balance, I'm sure of it, but it takes both of us." I felt tears running down my cheeks, every word filled with hope and fear.

Jenna remained silent, analyzing my words. Her gaze was intense, as if she was trying to understand every nuance of what I had said.

"You're right," she finally said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. I sighed loudly, finding her adorable, my heart lighter seeing her so vulnerable.

The sound of someone knocking on her door made me raise an eyebrow in confusion.

I looked at the screen, trying to figure out what was happening.

Jenna sighed and looked towards the door, irritated. "Coming!" she said to whoever was on the other side. "Damn persistence," she muttered softly before looking back at me with a big smile.

She muted the video call.

Jenna stood up from her desk chair, revealing her casual attire: an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts I had lent her for the trip. My heart swelled with tenderness seeing her wear something of mine, making me smile like an idiot.

As she walked away, I glanced at her trailer curiously. The walls were adorned with photos of us together, taken in happy moments. A plush toy I had won for her on our first date rested next to her pillow. There were work notes scattered on the table, highlighted scripts, and a half-empty coffee mug. The atmosphere was a mix of chaos and warmth, a perfect reflection of her current life.

Jenna returned to the computer, a strange look on her face. She seemed worried, as if something had troubled her.

"Everything okay?" I asked with concern.

Jenna unmuted and looked at me guiltily.

"It was Emma; she said Tim urgently wanted to see us," she said calmly.

I sighed loudly, feeling frustration grow.

"Go, I love you," I said with a small smile on my lips.

Even though I wanted to talk to her more.

Jenna widened her smile and blew a kiss to the camera. "Love you more," she said, smiling broadly, winking at me before ending the call.

I was alone again, the feeling of emptiness returning to fill the room. I looked at the dark screen, trying to process the conflicting emotions inside me. I felt relieved for having spoken up but still worried about what the future held for us.

But I realized it was time to make a drastic decision.

(...)

With the suitcase gripped tightly in my hands, I made my way towards the filming location accompanied by Percy, Jenna's best friend who had volunteered to come with me to ensure everything went smoothly.

As I navigated through the bustling security crowd on set, I reflected on how I had come to make this decision. I had chosen to take the flight to Romania because I felt a deep need to see Jenna. The long weeks of separation had intensified my desire to embrace her again, to feel her presence beside me.

The journey had been an ordeal, with its complications and unexpected expenses, but nothing could stop me. I felt that this gesture was important not only for the two of us but also for the future of our relationship. I was determined to show Jenna how much she meant to me, how much I was willing to do for us.

"I have to admit, it's a bit more challenging to get in here than I thought," I commented with a sigh of frustration as we made our way through the security crowd on set.

Percy nodded with a sympathetic smile.

"I figured. But you know, this is a big surprise you're giving Jenna. She'll be over the moon."

"I really hope so," I replied as Percy offered silent support while we continued to walk.

"Thank you so much for coming to meet me at the entrance and for avoiding the security questions by saying you were with me."

"Don't mention it," Percy replied with a nod.

"We're on the same team."

We exchanged a knowing smile as we continued to make our way through the set, searching for the spot where Jenna was filming.

There was utter chaos.

Cameras moved with precision, people walked frantically to coordinate everything, and Tim Burton's authoritative voice gave directives from behind the scenes.

As we advanced, I noticed Emma sitting in front of a makeup artist, focused as she was being prepared for her scene. With a glance, she gestured with her free hand to indicate where Jenna was.

"I'm going to get ready," Percy said with an apologetic smile, and I nodded weakly.

I left the suitcase in a corner.

Jenna, dressed as Wednesday, was in the middle of the forest on set, with a stern and concentrated look as she tried to get into character. However, her eyes seemed veiled with a subtle sadness. She scanned her surroundings, trying to focus despite the distractions.

Meanwhile, Tim Burton intervened from a distance with his authoritative voice.

"No, Jenna, you need to smile in this scene! Look at your uncle!" he said, trying to guide her performance and set the right atmosphere for the shot.

Jenna sighed loudly, visibly upset by the director's request. "Let's try again," she said determinedly to her crew, preparing for another attempt to capture the required emotion.

As the crew organized for the new take, Jenna finally spotted my figure among the actors and crew present on set.

Her face suddenly lit up with a radiant smile, momentarily forgetting the scene's tensions and focusing all her attention on me.My heart raced at the sight of that genuine smile.

Our gazes met, and time seemed to stand still as Jenna hurried towards me.

"Y/n!" Jenna exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing through the trees on set as she ran towards me.

"STOP!" Tim shouted, and Jenna continues to run "who is y/n?" The producer asked one of his colleagues

Without hesitation, Jenna caught up to me and hugged me tightly like a koala, holding me affectionately and lovingly. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, and my heart filled with joy at her closeness.

"You're really here," Jenna whispered emotionally against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Jenna began to cry.

The brunette held the embrace with a strength that conveyed all her love and gratitude. Her tears, warm and salty, began to silently trickle down her cheeks as emotion overwhelmed her.I felt her heart beating strongly against my chest, her breath hitched with the intensity of her emotions.

I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her as she continued to cry.

"I'm here, Jenna," I whispered softly, holding her even closer. "I'm here with you, forever."

Jenna said nothing, but her embrace spoke volumes for her.

It was an embrace that meant more than a thousand words, expressing all our love, our struggle, and our resilience.We remained wrapped in each other's arms, in the silence of the forest on set, while the world around us continued to turn. It was a moment of pure vulnerability and reconnection, a moment we would both cherish in our hearts forever.

It was clear that those tears were tears of joy, gratitude, overcoming fear, and rediscovered love. In that moment, all that mattered was that we were together, embraced and united, ready to face whatever destiny had in store for us.

When Jenna lifted her face from my neck, her eyes shone with renewed intensity. Without saying a word, she began to kiss my face tenderly, leaving a mark of affection on every inch of skin she could reach.

Then, with a sigh full of love, her kisses became more intense and deep, ending on my lips with a passion that reflected her gratitude and the joy of having me close again.Our kisses grew more intense, conveying all the passion accumulated during our separation. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, as my hands gently caressed her back. Jenna responded with the same ardor, as if she wanted to completely merge with me.

Time seemed suspended as we lost ourselves in our embraces and kisses.

Then, slowly, we pulled apart, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes with an intensity that spoke louder than any words.

"Y/N," Jenna whispered, her breath still ragged with emotion. "I've missed you so much. I've wanted you so much."

My lips curved into a tender smile. "I've missed you too, Jenna. You don't know how much I've longed for this moment, to feel you close to me again."Jenna pulled me even closer, as if she wanted to make sure I was really there with her.

"I love you so much," she said sincerely, her brown eyes shining with love.

"I love you more than words can say," I replied firmly, squeezing her hand against my heart. "And I'm here to fight for us, for as long as it takes."

Jenna nodded slowly, a tear of happiness sliding down her cheek.

"Thank you for not giving up on me," she said, her voice moved. "I promise I'll always be here for you."

We embraced again, our hearts beating in unison. In that moment, I knew we were stronger together, ready to face any challenge that came our way.

I would never give up on Jenna, never.

[midnightmah07]

In relation to the post you just reposted:

💛 Daisy + Ruggie and/or ❤️ Leona + Isabelle

I’m such a sucker for these to ships if I hadn’t made that evident yet😭😭🩷🩷🩷

GAHH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM 😭😭😭 I have a very clear bias towards these two ships as well mainly bc like. Ruggie is my favorite character and Leona is my second favorite (but I love him almost as much as I love Ruggie- ALMOST)... ANYWAYS🥲

💛 reunion kiss / relief (this is an au where Daisy goes back to her world, but canonically she stays in twisted wonderland)

It has been a few months ever since Daisy has been back from Twisted Wonderland. She was fully back to her life as a servant, and back to sleeping in the attic. It could be worst, she thought, at least she had a place to stay – the attic was very big, her sisters didn't bother her there either – and she saw her mice friends again... But...

She couldn't help but miss NRC.

She missed Grim and his constant talk of being a great mage, she missed Ace and Deuce fighting over the most trivial things, she missed Trein giving her special lessions, Kalim inviting her to parties, Leona ruffling her hair...

She missed Ruggie.

The universe was so cruel to her, it even deprived her of her dreams with her boyfriend– well... Ex-boyfriend, she supposed. Before NRC she always had dreams about a guy, and she realized after a while that it was Ruggie, but now... Now that she needed those dreams to comfort her the most...

She couldn't have them. No matter how hard she tried.

She tried getting herself preoccupied, doing more than necessary, to the point her stepmother commented on her doing way too much. But she needed to do something to take her mind off of him.

So she went to buy groceries this afternoon, hoping that a change of scenery would take her back to reality. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help but smile upon seeing donuts, thinking to gift them to Ruggie only to remember she couldn't see him; she stumbled across a store selling TVs, and on one of them there was a documentary about hyenas; she felt the groceries a bit too heavy for her, only to remember Ruggie wasn't there to help her carry them.

She stopped walking in the middle of the street, her eyes seemingly unfocused as memories of him flooded her brain.

His smile, his laugh, his fluffy hair, his gentle way of touching her, his way of teasing her... She wanted all of it. She wanted all of it back.

She wanted him back.

"Daisy."

The blonde blinked, her head looking straight ahead, staring at the person who called her fake name, the name no one in this world knew of.

Daisy met grayish blue eyes, a beanie on the familiar locks of dirty blonde hair, and a face filled with freckles, that changed into a smile the moment her eyes met his.

"Ruggie?" She mumbled, almost to herself, not believing what she was seeing. Running to his arms, she let him hug her tightly, not carrying about the groceries falling on the ground. He was here! She had no idea how, but he was! "How–"

Before she could finish asking, he gave her a gentle kiss, her heart beating a mile per second as her eyes began to sting.

She thought she'd never kiss him again.

"I'll explain later, I promise." He said, going back again for another kiss, missing her way too much to speak.

❤️ first kiss / realization

"Wake up." Isabelle's eyes opened slowly at the call, rubbing her eyes as she felt her back and neck sore from the position she fell asleep in. "And you call me lazy."

"I'm not being lazy..." She contained a yawn, making Leona laugh. "I couldn't sleep well last night, give me a break."

The beastman shifted his attention to the wall across from them, changing the position of his legs as he cleared his throat. "You ok?"

Isabelle lifted an eyebrow at that, but felt an odd satisfaction by the question. She pushed it aside though, she had no reason to be happy about him asking if she was ok, he was simply being decent.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Why couldn't you sleep? Had a nightmare or something?" He asked in a teasing manner, and Isabelle rolled her eyes at that.

"No. I'm not a child."

"Never said you were." He continued, the smirk still prevalent on his face, making Isabelle look at him and scowl in annoyance. "Though I guess you could be mistaken by one if looking from afar... You do have the height of one."

Isabelle clicked her tongue, crossing her arms and looking elsewhere. She wasn't in the mood for their usual bickering, not after what happened last night before she fell asleep.

When she realized she had harbored feelings for him.

Even now, it was hard to act normal around Leona. She felt her heard beating faster, she was anxious, and couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness around him. She couldn't even deny it any longer, and that, she supposed, was what irritated her. That she was actually in love with him, of all people.

Leona realized she didn't answer, using his hand to poke her cheek, getting her attention. "You seem strange. You sure you're ok?" He asked, tilting his head, genuine worry in his voice even when he tried to mask it. "I could call a doctor."

"No, I'm– I'm alright, just a bit tired, like I said." Isabelle explained, moving her head to his direction in order to look him in the eyes and explain the situation.

She didn't realize just how close he was to her though.

His face was merely centimeters close to hers, she could feel his breath on her face. Suddenly she froze, not sure of what to do in that moment as she kept opening her mouth to try and say something, but she quickly closed it in fear of stuttering and giving out just how nervous she was by something so stupid as their proximity.

Why was she freaking out anyway? It wasn't like anything would happen, he'd just– you know, distance himself and go back to being silent, letting her sleep again. Surely.

Then why was he getting closer?

Isabelle instinctively closed her eyes, her nose crinkling a bit and she heard Leona chuckle. His hand moved to her face, and before she knew it he was kissing her. Isabelle's body was stiff, she didn't even do anything, she just stood there in awe. It wasn't like she wasn't enjoying it, quite the opposite actually but– she didn't know what to do.

The kiss was simple, it wasn't deep, their mouths were close throughout the whole process, it felt more like a long peck than an actual kiss, but it drove her absolutely insane.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead on hers, his eyes averting her gaze. He moved away, crossing his arms again and going back to the same position he was a few seconds ago. Isabelle blinked in confusion. That was it? She cleared her throat in embarrassment as her heart sinked a little by his lack of reaction.

"You can use my shoulder. To rest, I mean. Better than straining your neck." She noticed his leg going up and down as he looked at the ground. She smiled, maybe he was just as embarrassed as her.

"Thank you." With that, she rested her head on his shoulder, melting because of his touch, a happy sigh escaping her.

Fine, maybe being in love with him wasn't all that bad.

[depressoexpresso-anon]

Hii hope your doing well

I wanted to ask if you could do like aftercare with Alphonse and Seth and listener cause they be needing it 😂

Overthinking

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Alphonse x Reader x Seth (somewhat)

Late into the night after intercourse, reader becomes restless and starts to overthink things. Luckily, a pink-haired punk knows how to bring them back down to earth.

Semi-SFW, implications of the trio doing the deed, fluff, mostly between Al and Reader but Seth is in the background.

Extra notes at the bottom.

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The air around the room felt a bit warm and sticky. The smell of sex still lingered in your bedroom as the men on either side of you snored peacefully.

You, on the other hand, were nothing but.

You felt restless, which was a bit off for you. Always after, you felt you could pass out due to the overstimulation and the pure exhaustion of having both of your lovers at once.

Tonight wasn't like that though. You felt restless and alert, hell you could go for another round if you wanted to. But you decided against it. You didn't like the idea of waking up your boys for your selfish desires, even when they did so much for you.

You landed on your side staring into Alphonse's sleeping face as Seth cuddled into your back, arms around your waist. You pull your hand from the warmth beneath the covers to stroke Al's sharp face and fluffy hair.

'This feels so perfect. They are so perfect.' You thought as you kept running your fingers against the skin of his face.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice Alphonse open his icy blue-grayish eyes.

"What you doin' boo." He said in a groggy voice as he faded away from sleep and into the awake world.

"Oh nothing, just feeling your stubble." You say in a teasing manner.

"Really. I just shaved not too long ago."

You hummed a response back.

"I don't know Al, hair grows by pretty fast."

"Well, not this fast," Al said with slight annoyance.

You knew Al wasn't a real big fan of facial hair on him. He never got into detail as to why but, you never really wanted to open up old scars.

"Well if it helps, I think you'll look hot in a beard, kinda like a sexy pirate or Jared Leto."

He let out a small chuckle and cupped your hand that lay on his cheek.

"Wha'chu thinking about boo?" Al said as he turned his head to kiss your palm.

You stare deeply into his icy blue eyes and let out a tired sigh.

"I don't know Al. I just feel restless at the moment. I have no idea why I feel this way, maybe I'm just overthinking stuff."

Al adjusted himself onto one elbow to get a better look at you while you continue your rant.

"Sometimes I just wonder if this is all a dream, you know. Like I'll just wake up one day and everything will just be gone." You said while your hand found his hair and started to play with it between your fingers.

Alphonse laid back down and scooted closer to your body, he pulled you into his embrace while his eyes were still looking into yours.

"You know that will never happen, right? I and Seth will always be there to support you and love you tenfold. So don't stress about it boo."

Al said while planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Alphonse." You said while snuggling into his chest to help you fall back into sleep.

Al sat his chin on top of your head and let out a small hum of acknowledgment.

"I love you too, Y/N."

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Hello everyone. I've not been posting a lot cause I started a new job and I haven't been really motivated to write, so I took a break for a bit.

Also, my dear mother birthed me from her loins today. So I figured to hurry and get this posted. Thanks for your patience and liking my work.

Thank you for reading

Love you all❤️

[storyofmychoices]

Since Bryce loves watching Olivia wake up... 4 and 8 please! 🥰

An Early Morning

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warning: General (all the fluff), hints of teen at the end Prompt: @aprilchallenge love, @choicesflashfics Prompt 1 (in bold) Prompts #4 & 8 from this list

Synopsis: Bryce attempts to get up early to start his day.

Bryce stirred awake as the first strands of dawn's warm light peaked through the window. His lips curled into a smile as he gazed upon her, her mouth slightly open as she continued sleeping soundly. He pressed a kiss onto the crown of her head, his fingers caressing softly over her copper hair. He never tired of watching her sleep. She always looked so peaceful. He couldn't have asked for a better sight to behold first thing in the morning.

He enjoyed the tender moment, holding her in his arms as she slept, unaware he was already up. The thin line of sunlight grew wider, welcoming the promise of the new day. The world was beginning, but his world was still quiet. The only sound filling the room was her steady breathing. 

"I'll be back soon," he whispered. Carefully, he slipped away, trying to sneak out of bed without waking her. Olivia had made it very clear that going to the gym was not her favorite way to start the day. 

He was brushing his teeth, mentally running through his plans for the day, when a faint shuffling noise from behind pulled his attention. He turned quickly, finding Olivia standing in the doorway, her hair touseled and eyes still heavy with sleep. 

"What are you doing up?"

Olivia ran her hands up and down her bare upper arms as she hugged herself. "My personal heater went away. I couldn't sleep without you next to me."

"I think you're just trying to get me back to bed for other reasons." His brow rose as he turned back to the sink. 

"I would never," she scoffed, feigning indignation. 

"Sure, sure." He winked at her in the mirror before rinsing his mouth out.

She bounced on the balls of her bare feet, trying to get warm. She pouted fully as she continued making her plea. 

"Alright—" Bryce walked over to Olivia and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go back to bed and get you warmed up."  

The pair slipped back under their still-warm covers, snuggling close. Bryce held her in his arms, his hands moving soothingly down her spine.

"Better?"

"Much."

"I'm glad."

"Mmm, I love this." She hummed happily. Her palms ran along his chest, savoring his warmth as she curled into him. “I love your chest. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”

"I'm glad you think so." He smirked. "But if you continue keeping me from the gym, you might not like it as much."

Olivia rested her chin on his chest, looking up. "I'll always love it, no matter what. It's part of you, and the best thing about you is you. I love all of you... Besides, I can think of better ways to get exercise," she teased, nestling into him. "But, later. It's still too early for any form of exercise, no matter how enjoyable it may be."

As they settled back into bed, Bryce held her tightly, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep once again, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace.

Thank you so so much for reading. I truly appreciate you taking your time to give this a chance. Please forgive any typos or errors. I'm trying really hard to focus more on writing and less on editing (because that's where I start self-doubting and spiraling downward). I hope it's still a soft fluffy piece and you enjoy it regardless! Thank you again. 💛💛💛

Thank you so much for the ask @txemrn  ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! I love your black clover stuff, could i request a one shoot were Solid confesses his love for the reader?

Thank you. Have a great day❤️

AHA! Our first Solid! I hope I'll do it well!! ヾ(･ω･´;)ﾉ

Solid Silva x F! reader

It was a cold winter day when Solid Silva first met you, you looked so beautiful in that long fluffy trench coat. He was just so mesmerised when you walked in with your father, a nobleman who was here to talk business with the Silva Family.

You sat in the huge common room just by the fire, where the servants served you a cup of tea. You tucked your h/c hair behind your ears, showing off your side profile as you sipped some warm tea.

You saw Solid walk by from the corner of your eyes, and you looked up, your e/c eyes meeting his sky blue ones. You gave him a polite smile and a nod of the head, and Solid felt his heart stop for that second.

He never forgot you since then.

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The flowers were starting to bloom as spring was here and one day, you came again, with your dad as a finalisation of the business meeting from almost 2 months ago.

You were in florals today, you even wore a red lip stick. When solid saw you, he was so mesmerised, he didn't even realise he was staring with his mouth open until....

"it's rude to stare y'know, brother~" Nebra teased, "Her name's y/n l/n, daughter of Sir L/n, they're here to have a shared business with brother Nozel, a new resort. Hearsay they live in Raque~"

"Shut up Nebra." Solid quickly closed his agape mouth and pursed his lips. He walked away from the balcony.

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Your dad was very happy to close the deal today, so he had a few drinks at the house of Silva, leaving you so bored and tired. He was getting old now, so you accompanied him to his business meetings, ensuring he wouldn't over exert himself.

By 9pm, your dad was completely drunk.

"Lady y/n, allow us to send you and your dad home." Captain Nozel called for his brother Solid over, "Solid, could you send Sir l/n and Lady y/n home? It's getting late and it's not safe for a lady at this hour."

You politely accepted the offer and you left with Solid and your dad.

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"Thanks for sending us back," you smiled at Solid, "my dad has been looking forward to building this resort for some time now. He's too overjoyed that the Silva family is willing to work with him."

"No trouble at all, Raque is not far from here anyway," Solid quickly said. His heart was almost bursting out from his chest, "H-how about you?"

"Huh? Me?" you raised your brows a little at the young royal.

Shit Solid, what are you saying? He slapped himself internally.

"Oh! I meant, are you happy? About the resort of course!" he stumbled with his words and he felt warmth spread across his cheeks.

"Oh, I guess! Resorts are nice, aren't they!" you gave a little laugh, and Solid thought it was the most melodic sound he's ever heard.

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"Say, y/n.." he said as you both reached your place. You called for the maids to bring your drunk father back in as you stood at your door, about to see Solid off.

"Yes?" you blinked at him. He does have beautiful eyes, they shone under the night sky. He didn't seem like those narcissistic or prideful guy like people said he was.

"Do you think I could ask you out on a meal some day?" he said so quickly, his eyes darting from yours to elsewhere, then back to yours again. You could even see the tip of his ears turning red.

You let out a small chuckle, it seems that the young master of the Silva family was shy. And it was kinda cute too.

"Sure" you said before turning around and heading back inside.

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I'm sorry it was pretty short! This little scenario just popped up into my mind! hehe <3