#prince charming headers

[oautincorrectquotes]

Snow: Regina gave me a get better soon card.

David: That's surprisingly thoughtful of her.

Snow: I wasn't sick, she just thought I could do better.

[anouatblog]

ouat alignment chart

[quetzalerin]

Lord save my heart 🫠❤️‍🔥

[shegetsburned]

❝ the prince’s jewel ❞ w. ryomen sukuna 𝜗𝜚.

BRIDGERTON AU⌇

• — dear gentle reader. this author feels not all is fit to print when so much is already known by far too many members of the ton when it comes to the mighty prince sukuna. though delighted by the frenzy of competition, this author believes that the prince will not participate in any courting exchange, despite his great desire to sire an heir or perhaps his desire to be known as the ton’s number one rake.

.nsfw.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who’s known throughout the whole kingdom to be a ruthless but laid-back ruler, having little to no interest in his subjects. barely governing as it is, he prefers to enjoy the wealth that his title has given him without an ounce of empathy for his poor subordinates. boredom has brought him to london where he believes to find at least some sort of entertainment to pass his time.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has no shame showing himself at the entrances of brothels and shady bars with ladies wrapped around his arms. never denying any of his endeavours and laughing in the face of scandals. when his name makes the header of the society’s paper, his grin grows the more larger.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who believes that, if he is to be married, his highness deserves none other than the diamond of the season, chosen by the queen for her beauty, elegance, purity and grace; you.

he has absolutely everything to envy; perfect musculature, charm, alluring beauty, enormous wealth and bewitching gaze which, without a doubt, attracts most ladies on display. he has many choices and doesn’t want to settle for any pathetic young girl that would throw herself at his feet. the diamond has to be his.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, as soon as he laid eyes on you, never hid his desire to rip your pretty dress apart with his perverted gaze. as you gracefully walked before the queen, his eyes travelled from your lips, trailing down to your appetizing curves moulded by your tight corset. the gown you wore had every man in the room breaking their neck to catch a glimpse of the diamond.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has learned about the custom of a man calling upon a lady and visiting her at her home, which he is way too indifferent to do. instead, sukuna sends you tons of enormous bouquets. gorgeous flowers that mostly scare off callers from their beauty and expansiveness. he might refuse to visit, but his gifts are enough for you to consider his proposal rather quickly.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who couldn’t care less about etiquettes or manners. you danced with another man? he’d immediately interrupt the two of you, groping your gown and pulling you closer with a nasty smirk. another suitor’s writing his name on your dance card? prince sukuna stares him down, tearing the piece of paper and pulling the string around your wrist to whisper in your ears insanities none would dare hear in a ballroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna whose favourite past time is to lead you in the pleasure garden, making sure every suitor, every mama and every lady of the ton has seen you walk beside the prince to the dark walk. he’s always determined to take it a step further. wether it’s with a curious hand on your ass, with his teeth around your earlobe or with his lips tasting your neck, his addiction is the more clearer.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has shown everyone that none other than him should court you and you let him. you let him have a hold on you and on your chances of ever securing a proposal with another suitor. most indeed believe prince sukuna has already stolen your honor even though, despite his most inappropriate gestures, hasn’t declared you his just yet. torturing you with sneaky glances and provocating promises became rather quickly the talk of the ton which suited him entirely.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after several weeks, finally called on you. you’re more than surprised when he bribes your chaperone to let you two talk in private. without lying to himself or to you, he explains the reasons for his visit. truth is, the prince’s tired of waiting and he wants to consume your innocence while he still can.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has you riding his entire length in your bed chamber. innocent puffy lips whining and moaning out his name. tits bouncing frenetically while his claws spreads your ass, leaving an odious mark. an inexperienced debutante like you, euphorically drunk on his dick, had the prince sukuna going for hours. hickies and teeth marks covered your chaste figure, officially claiming you as his. his hands explored every inch of your skin, planting his nails into the fat of your ass every time you bounced on him to lead you further down so you felt him deeper.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after an intense session of fucking and taking your innocence away, doesn’t bother helping you clean up, enjoying the sight of your messed up hair and teared-up dress. he leaves you exhausted in your wet sheets, with the promise of stealing you away to his kingdom the next time you would see him. the only thing he left behind is a lecherous diamond eager for her prince to come back and take much more than just her innocence.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own

[lilbunnis]

❛ ♡. header credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ aemond targaryen has always wanted someone as his own; and with him already having claimed his vicious mount vhagar, the queen of dragons herself--- what is there to stop him from claiming you, too?

author’s note᛬ heey! 🍓 so……this is my second time posting this particular story--- however, it was a long time ago & someone anonymously requested to read it again. happily, i offered to repost it for them (with the exception that i re-edit it since my style of writing has changed / improved!) … anyways, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated. ♡ + both aemond & reader are equally unhinged. <3 mwuah !

warnings᛬ mdni! smut, dubcon [kind of… but trust me, it’s wanted], dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, coercion, manipulation, pussy whipped!aemond, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, obsessive & possessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 2.5k

𝐎𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝐈’𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮.

aemond targaryen has always thought of her as his--- his to protect, his to care for, his to love; ever since he’d met her, he surrounded himself in her feminine presence, around her sweetness and innocence, keeping her close by and never letting her trail very far out of his sight.

unless, of course, it was absolutely necessary, and even then, he’d have one of his most trustworthy guards (loyal only to him) follow her around all day--- discreetly, of course.

however, during their short time apart, the one-eyed prince would be on constant edge; irritable and in a foul mood throughout the time that they were apart, not being able to trust anyone to truly protect his lady the way he knew he could.

oh, how he missed his dearly beloved so--- so much so, that the wayward prince was known for his brutal lashings and merciless beheadings (all a gift to his love) to all of those who merely breathed the wrong way in his proximity.

or simply, sweet gifts of pretty, sparkling sapphires and pearls.

still, he knew that she thought his temper and rage was charming, as she had once told him in that sweet, gentle little voice of hers, soothing his fiery temper as if she were the maiden reborn.

like his own little angel, so delicate, tender-hearted and mine, aemond thought.

sometimes, most of the time, aemond would just simply gaze at her, at her beauty, longingly; like she was the center of the universe and held all of the twinkling stars in the night sky.

most people wouldn’t dare to believe such a thing, but aemond thought it was cute when she learned something new in philosophy, excitedly wanting to share the new knowledge she’d learned from her septa with him--- even if he already knew, just to be able to listen to her sweet, angelic voice.

oh, and on those simple days, content to just listen to her babbling on about whichever subject she deemed of interest; he would lovingly hand feed her fresh strawberries, one by one; the ripest, juiciest and sweetest ones, listening as she breathily moaned in content as each one entered her pouty mouth.

meanwhile, as his little darling continued on about whichever subject interested her at the moment; the one-eyed prince watched in delight as the red juices dribbled down her chin, allowing him to quickly swoop in and kiss it delicately away, causing him to hum in content at the sweet taste.

whether it be from the strawberries themselves or the sweet taste of her skin, it mattered not to the prince--- because the next moment, he would drop to his knees and feast on her delicious, drooling cunt; burying himself right beneath her fluffy skirts as he heard her girlishly moan and whimper for him, as he continued enjoying the taste of her maidenhood.

on lazy days, the prince will sit with her in his lap, one of his strong, lean arms wrapped snugly around her waist, most protectively; meanwhile, his free hand would slip beneath her fluffy skirts and play with her virgin, soaking cunt, teasingly stroking his long, calloused fingers through her wet, puffy folds.

seven above, and the sounds of her soft, breathy little moans, almost luring him to bend her right over the wooden table in the back of the library and rut into her like some wild, depraved beast, claiming her maidenhead as his.

‘twas almost too much to bear for the prince, knowing she was already his in body, mind, heart and soul.

he always imagined what she must taste like that day, right before he would feast on her cunny, almost to tease himself--- like freshly baked sweet tarts, spoonfuls of honey, strawberries…

late at night, while in the privacy of his own chambers, he’d furiously fuck his fist to the thought of burying his face between her smooth thighs once again, wanting nothing more than to taste and fuck her cunt with his tongue greedily; before he’d come so fucking hard in his hand, his seed coating the skin of his taut abdomen and dripping down his fingers--- sticky and messy and entirely spent.

sighing heavily, aemond would barely resist the temptation to exit his chambers and go straight to hers, knowing she’d welcome him with an open heart and open legs.

…fuck, what a waste of his seed, he thinks, for he could’ve pumped her empty womb full of his seed; fuck load after load inside of her, and come by morning, she would already be carrying his son in her belly.

rightfully so; she’s be so beautiful, so fragile, so obedient, a perfect little wife she’d be for him, indeed.

meanwhile, back in the library, aemond would continue teasing her little cunny, occasionally dipping the very tips of his fingertips into her little virgin fuck-hole, feeling how fucking tight she was for him, causing him to harden almost painfully inside of his leather breeches, right below her squirming, little ass.

like his very own wanton, silk street whore.

she continued to moan and whimper repeatedly; making him gently shush her with delicate kisses across her neck, spreading her dripping arousal all around her swollen bud, hearing her mewl his name like a prayer and grip the polished library table forcibly, watching her blissed-out face until she came all over his fingers.

when he made her come so hard with just playing with her little bundle of nerves, he had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure and whisper sweet praises into her ear, knowing how sensitive and needy she was in his arms, just after coming down from her peak and making her come so hard on his fingers.

of course, the more time he spent with her, the harder it was to resist her--- and so, most nights, when aemond could no longer resist being away from her; the need to see her being just too much for him to bear any longer, he’d eagerly seek her out, knowing she’d be in her chambers, awaiting his arrival.

just as eager and wanton as he was, it seemed.

smirking, aemond chuckled softly, embracing her; “my sweetest, my darling, my little love--- fuck, i have missed you.”

he couldn’t control himself anymore, he needed to see her, to be with her, to have her.

always.

specifically, in the late hours of the night, wanting to be as close to her as physically possible; fuck, he loved her so much, he didn’t ever want her to doubt his love for her--- he stripped them both of their evening clothes, his amethyst eye dilated and wild at the sight of her nude form.

during those private evenings, aemond had convinced her for him to claim her as his… fully, in the ways only a man could claim a woman.

with his persuasion, his silver tongue easily convinced her into saying yes; causing him to release a purr and claim her body multiple times that night, until she was a shaking, sobbing and sweaty mess beneath him, full of loads of his seed, while he held her tightly against him in his arms--- possessively.

uncaringly, the prince left all sorts of love marks all across her skin, kissing every inch of her soft, glistening skin that he could reach, suckling on her swollen, puffy nipples, knowing her plush breasts would soon grow heavy with milk for their many babes that’d come someday soon.

selfishly, just maybe; he could persuade his little darling for a taste for himself--- fucking hells, he couldn’t wait for her to grow round and fat with his sons!

insatiably, he would fuck his already hardening, leaking cock back inside of her sopping cunt, his and her own moans of pure love and ecstasy echoing off of the walls of her chambers.

however, even with all of the bliss and pleasure and love; still came her doubts and worries.

his sweet lady, his precious love, his only girl--- was utterly terrified of someone finding out about their affair.

however, the fearsome, bloodthirsty dragon prince would always reassure her; whispering sweet words of his love and devotion into her ears, calming her by kissing her love-marked skin before he would fuck her squelching cunt once again with his cock, ploughing into her mercilessly, filling her with another load of his seed, until tears would stream down her blushy cheeks.

unable to stop herself, she’d let out the most feminine moans for him, not being able to control her sweet mewls from escaping her kiss-swollen lips, sobbing out deliriously as he continuously fucked her ruthlessly, uncaring of who heard them; for the one-eyed prince was too addicted to the taste of her and the pretty, precious sounds she made just for him.

it wouldn’t matter anyway, if anyone were to find out about their love affair--- aemond genuinely honestly couldn’t give a fuck if someone were to tell her lord father that her maidenhead was claimed by him anyone.

if anyone would dare to question his lady’s virtue or purity, he would cut out their tongues, before mercilessly killing them and feed their mutilated corpse to his mighty beast, vhagar.

aemond had always been a possessive man, especially when it concerned his sweet little lady, to the point that most of the noble lords and ladies of the court started to take notice; however, the fearsome prince paid them little attention--- nowadays, his only concern in life was his darling little bride.

some days, when the weather was warm enough and the sun was shining brightly, aemond would take his lady on long walks around the red keep’s royal gardens, right after he finished his morning training session with ser criston.

as always, it was just the two of them, together; and while he watched her instead of admiring the pretty flowers that she seemed so smitten by, he couldn’t stop the tiny grin from spreading across his face at just the mere sight of her.

her, her, her.

his--- his lady, his woman, his wife.

there was a secret, hidden alcove surrounded by various cherry trees and gorgeous pink peonies, which aemond would often bring her to visit; it was almost as if it was their special spot.

then, without warning, aemond would gently press her back up against one of the trunks of the pretty, blossoming cherry trees, kissing her so sweetly, so passionately, so tenderly; it made her swoon and see constellations on the backs of her fluttering eyelids.

“marry me.”

suddenly, she felt as if her heart had suddenly stopped beating and she felt rather faint--- for a moment, her heart felt as if it had skipped several beats, because surely… her sweet aemond did not just ask the impossible of her?

again, aemond spoke.

“marry me,” he murmured against her soft, perfumed skin (that smelled of the lavender oils they’d previously bathed in that morning together) trailing open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive neck, causing a breathy whimper to escape her pretty, pouty lips.

instantly, aemond’s ears had perked up to the sound of her breathing that was quickening, his large hands roaming and grasping at her sides as if to soothe her sudden panic, enjoying the feeling of her womanly curves against his big hands, even through the silk fabric of her pretty, sapphire colored dress.

“hmm…no,” she drawled lazily, though her sweet voice was teasing, “—my father is suspicious enough already about all of the rumors going on about us…he doesn't ask, of course; i’m afraid it’s because he is too frightened of you,” she giggled softly, batting her long eyelashes up at the handsome prince.

aemond smirked, amused by his little darling.

“besides,” she continued softly, her usual sweetened voice saddened and aemond watched as his lady’s heart was visibly breaking right before his own eye, “—my father… he will arrange a betrothal for me soon and i must do my duty, as is expected of me,” she whispered, while gently twirling a few strands of her lover’s long silvery hair around one of her fingers, her face sullen--- like a little girl having her favorite treat taken away from her.

aemond hummed; a soft, dangerous sound as his face remained stoic, not displaying a single emotion that he was currently feeling--- his natural-born eye on the other hand…was a raging storm of a dark, angry violet, screaming promises of fire and blood.

“that'll never happen,” aemond murmured softly, his voice a raspy baritone, completely unbothered, “—if your father even dares to try and take you away from me, he'll suffer a most painful death; i assure you, my sweet lady.”

her heart fluttered, both of her cheeks heating up and her head began to feel fuzzy, a dreamy expression forming on her pretty face; though she wasn’t sure if it was from the warm weather or by his loving, murderous words.

“you're so sweet,” she cooed dreamily, smiling up at him as she wrapped both of her arms around his neck loosely, her fingers gently brushing through more of his long silvery hair, feeling how silky-smooth the strands were--- curtsey of the queen, his darling mother; a sweet gift of scented oils she had gotten for her favorite son all the way from pentos.

“only for you, my beloved,” the prince promised, tenderly brushing his knuckles along one of her rosy cheeks, bending down towards her shorter height and capturing her rouge-stained lips in a sweet, deeply passionate kiss--- a deep, throaty sound of lust escaping from him.

ah, she tastes of the sweetest of innocence and strawberries.

his favorite.

‘twas as if the prince could never get enough of her taste, of her.

sweetly, she releases a little whine, high-pitched and so needy for him; the sweetness of a poisonous kiss--- oh, how he wants to love her forever and bathe in all of the glorious love she had to offer him.

gods, he loved her… only, only, only her.

“my angel, so soft and pure, so innocent; and your precious heart… it is mine,” he growled, deepening the kiss against her lips--- his large, warm and calloused hands began trailing down to cup her sweet, little ass through her skirts, bundling the silky, sapphire colored fabric in his greedy hands to fondle and squeeze the soft flesh of her asscheeks; pinching and clutching possessively.

grinning wolfishly, aemond trailed his open-mouthed kisses down her delicate neck, suckling freshly new love marks into her fading, bruised skin--- all across her neck, jawline, collarbones and the very tops of her soft, perky breasts.

“marry me,” he asked once again, sounding impatient, though he wouldn’t mind begging, if it only meant claiming her for himself.

she wrapped her arms around his neck more snugly, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him sweetly, all across his chin and the corners of his mouth, feeling his hands roam freely all over her once more before settling still, giving her backside a loving squeeze.

“be my wife,” he pleads once more, his tone of voice more desperate than ever before, sweet as sugar and the burning flesh of corpses.

she released a small sigh, moving closer just slightly so that she could brush her saliva-coated lips softly against his own, “yes,” she breathed lovingly, feeling as he visibly shuddered against her just from her mere acceptance of his begging proposal.

“i’ve always been yours.”

fin.

[the-amazing-wonderss]

"Talk that talk"

A/N: Back at it again with another HC inspired by TWICE... This time it's actually going by the meaning of the song ALSO IGNORE WHAT I DID FOR AOI'S HEADER I GOT TOO INVESTED ANYWAYS ENJOY HELPCLPCS ⎯ Mod ☠️

Content: Fluff, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'pretty' that is used in Aoi's part, short HC, not properly proof read/edited Summary: "Just tell me you love me already!"

Characters: Aoi, Teru, Akane

Talk that talk ⎯ Let me know the real you, let me see what's behind all that sugary sweetness in your voice. Don't wanna waste time with the push and pull, just say it out loud and I might say it back.

AOI would be surprised hearing your question towards her. For a brief moment you could see how she froze up and contemplated on your words as her smile drops, going silent for a long time before letting out a chuckle.

It was silly, so laughable even. For you to ask her something so insanely cute that she couldn't help but find it so endearing while you sat there looking all pretty, waiting for her answer.

When she had finally came to a conclusion, still refusing to meet your eyes and instead, stared down at her lap while her hair strands covered most of her face. You began to worry if the question had upset her. Oh but you were wrong. So wrong.

If she were to look up at you right now, you'd seen the embarrassing sight of her flushed redden cheeks and lovestruck smile. Obviously she can't let you see that side to her yet. So for now...

"You're so mean ... to ask a girl for her feelings straight up. I should honestly reject you right here and now for that, y'know?" "Aoi I'm being serious, I want to know..." It was then that she said it, barely even louder than a whisper, did she say something that made your heart skip a beat. - "⎯ I heard a rumor, that she (I) loves you back."

Tell me what you want ⎯ The simple words "I love you." That's all I wanna hear. Doesn't matter where we are, who we are, and what we're doing ⎯ baby I just wanna hear it and fall in love with you all over again.

When you first ask TERU about it, he was probably in the student council room buried in work again. But upon seeing you after you had open the door to the room, he was beaming from ear to ear, that princely smile that made everyone ⎯ including you ⎯ fall for his charms.

However, after he hears your question towards him, his smile drops from shock. Had he not already made it clear how he feels about you? It struck him like a slap across the face to hear you say all this but...

With a sigh leaving his lips, he suddenly leans in. Coming in so close to you that you could feel his everything. The way he had one hand on your waist while the other was holding your chin to look up at him. Whereas with your hand that rested on his chest, you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

You could feel your face growing hotter by the second from how bold his movements were suddenly, mind especially racing when he leans in even closer to your ear ⎯ whispering while holding you so intimately... You might as well just pass out at this point⎯!!

"You can feel it, can't you? How fast my heart is beating so fast for you, only you, just you. " "Teru...I⎯" - "I love you, Y/N."

Tell me what you need ⎯ Enough with the jokes and preparation, get straight to the point and say it. Stop beating around the bush, stop acting like a lovesick fool, just let me love you already damn it.

He's absolutely jaw dropped at hearing your question towards him, him of all people. AKANE is just?? so baffled?? so flustered that he just gapes at you right after you finish talking. Did you not see his previous confessions to you?? Were they so lacklustre you didn't even consider them as confessions!??

But when you started to talk more about the underlining reason as to why you felt the way you felt, he slowly began to understood what you meant. Although he may act goofy at times, he's still the vice president, y'know?

He's bit upset (at himself) but he's not entirely mad about the situation at all, in fact, he's glad to know how he made you feel ⎯ or more so, how you actually felt about him. It's so funny that he can't help but laugh at how silly the situation took a turn to.

Akane tried so hard to impress you that he didn't even realise you felt the same. He's such a fool for you, a lovesick fool who can't keep his hand off of you. Suddenly taking you in his arms to embrace you in a tight hold as his shoulders shake from laughing so much, he loves you. He absolutely loves you.

"I can't believe you feel the same way." "I've alway had been, you were just so..." "I know, I know... I'm sorry." - "I love you so much, Y/N."

[steddiemicrofic]

hi babies i’m on a train just trainin’ it up choo chooooooo anyway your prompt for September is:

✨ Charm, 548 ✨

give me your prince charmings, your charm bracelets, your benevolent witches, your captivating flirtatious maneuvers, and any other interpretations you can think of! important reminders:

fics must be steddie-centric, third person, and 548 words exactly when you paste the body of the story into wordcounter.net

fics headers should include a title, rating, and any relevant content warnings

i’ll comment a 🥧 emoji on verified fics to let you know you’re in the reblog queue (if there’s an issue with your fic a mod will dm you)

you look really cute today everybody thinks so

okay sick that should cover it, happy writing lovelies

-wynn 🥰

[crow-stars]

❝DURING MIDNIGHT, ADVENTURES YOU AND I❞

❦summary; during the night is when the best adventures are made

♪the characters in this story; child!malleus draconia, baby!silver, lilia vanrouge

✎word count; 1,380

❀what do the ghosts say?; familial relationships, very very fluffy, malleus child kidnapping oh my gooosh, a panicked lilia

☛the author's notes; got super inspired from @ohsleepie and their malleus & silver sibling stuff, so i offer this! link to the original post. header is also from the art that inspired this piece, so i'll be putting the full picture at the bottom too. i hope you like it!

☪look at the catalogue?

Nights in Briar Valley are always strangely quiet. Sometimes, there will be the soft flutter of a summer bug or the quiet cawing of an insomniac raven. But those instances are few and far between.

It's something Malleus has grown accustomed to, although it's not something he particularly. Sometimes, he feels like some mysterious force compels all of Briar Valley to be silent during the night, permitting no noise or rustling of any kind. The only solace he finds is the fireflies that break through the night's darkness when the weather is warmer.

Malleus pushes away from the window sill, the soft bedsheets rustling as he wiggled to the edge of the bed. He feels himself sink a bit into the plush mattress, almost like it's trying to tempt him back to bed. The young fae ignores this, a destination in his mind.

The tiles are bitingly cold against his bare feet as he pads through the hallways, green light emitting only the smallest bit of luminescence as Malleus ventures through the halls.

The door to Lilia's quarters are easy to recognize, the wood of the door a light birch in comparison to the darker woods that are used for the rest of the doors. Whenever Malleus passed it, he always had the temptation to just enter and never leave Lilia's abode.

In there, it was always so warm, a welcoming orange fire always burning, smelling like freshly cut flowers and cut wood. Malleus always loved it, but time did not always allow him to be where he truly wanted. The door is unlocked when the young prince turns the handle, a smile spreading across his face as he passes through the door frame.

The room is dark as he enters, but Malleus can see the furniture as good eyes adjust to the dark. He takes a pause to look around, door clicking shut behind him as he steps in further.

He carefully walks along the wooden floors, towards the bedrooms. Lilia's bedroom is on the right, indicated by the red mahogany door, decorated immaculately and attractive to the eye, but that's not the room Malleus looks for. Instead, he aims for the room on the left, the door that is decorated in green and yellow stars and flowers, a sight that Malleus smiles at.

Turning the knob, the door creaks as he opens it and steps into the room. There's still some toys on the floor that haven't been cleaned up, but it's part of the charm of such a room, he thinks. Stepping over the forgotten toys, Malleus makes his way towards the crib, inspecting the small figure that wiggles in the crib. When he finally reaches the crib, he leans over the edge, eyes meeting with wide aurora-like eyes.

“Silver?”

Malleus gets a soft coo in response, a sound that makes him smile. He chuckles, leaning down further and hands bracing against the crib. Silver's bib lays on his chest, most likely falling from between his lips.

“Ah, I see you're awake as well.”

Reaching out to the small child, Malleus picks up Silver, arms wrapped around the child just as Lilia taught him. Smaller hands immediately rise to touch Malleus' face, chubby fingers trying to grip at the fae's cheeks.

He looks down at Silver, a hand pawing at his nose. “What trouble, neither of us being able to sleep, hm?” The only thing that Silver responds with is pinching Malleus' nose.

He laughs, humming in thought. “What say you, child? Shall we go somewhere?”

Silver turns in Malleus' hold a bit, head turning to look outside to the window. The fireflies were out tonight, illuminating the dark forest outside. It gives Malleus an idea, one that makes him smile.

“Oh, outside! Such a good idea.” Malleus makes his way to the door, leaving Lilia's home and out into the cold green halls once more. Despite this, Malleus still smiles, cradling a cooing Silver in his arms. “I'll take you to the fountain I like going to, I'm sure you'll love it.”

He hears a giggle, this only fueling Malleus' determination to get to the fountain. The soft padding of Malleus' feet echo through the corridor, following the path that he usually takes.

“I could also show you to the gardens as well.” Malleus' own voice fills up the silence, besides Silver's soft cooing, as he rocks the baby in his arms a bit, absentmindedly. “Lilia says he's been meaning to show you the gardens too. But I suppose I'll be the one showing it to you.”

He turns a corner, continuing on his journey. If he has to guess, Malleus would say that the two were only a few minutes from their destination.

“Though, I do hope you have no allergies to the flora there. I've heard Lilia worrying about you being allergic to things, child.” Malleus ponders all this aloud, head tilting left to right as if to imitate thinking. “Child, what do you think?”

When Malleus looks down, he finds no cooing child looking up at him in wonderment, but a child whose eyes have slipped shut, falling into deep sleep as he was rambling on.

“Ah, you can't fall asleep yet!” There's a pout that forms on the young fae's lips, huffing as Silver sleeps through Malleus' upset. “Could you not stay awake longer? We're almost there.”

And yet Silver still sleeps, little snores coming from the child. Malleus sighs heavily, but continues on his way, dirt sifting under his feet soon enough. It's pleasantly cool against his skin, the sound of gently running water reaching Malleus' ears.

The sight before him is truly calming, the slowly flowing water a nice background sound. There were roses that grew high above the young fae, a nice sight and perfect cover when playing games with Lilia. It also seemed like the fireflies decided to come over, floating about among the area. One even briefly rests on Silver's nose before Malleus shoos it away.

He walks to the bench swing that is tucked in a nice corner, complete with soft blankets and pillows for the occasion that Malleus might fall asleep here. Sitting down on the bench, Malleus grabs a blanket and makes sure to adjust the pillows well, leaning against them and pulling the blanket over himself and Silver.

Malleus is still sitting up, but the child rests against his chest, small hands curled around the front of his shirt tightly. He can't help but rub a few circles onto Silver's back, eyes trained onto the messy white locks that lean against his chest. He heaves a sigh, raising his head to look at the fountain. That familiar feeling of drowsiness starts to bloom throughout Malleus' body, not able to fight off the yawn that pushes past his lips.

With his grip on Silver tightening, Malleus leans back, eyes slipping closed as he finally is able to slip into sleep.

The next morning, the frantic yells of Briar Valley's best general echoes through the castle, frantic calls of his child and the young prince's names being heard in the early hours of the morning. All can hear the thundering footsteps as Lilia runs throughout the castle, checking all the places that Malleus could have run off to.

He finally stumbles on the fountain garden, kicking up dirt as he rushes in.

“Malleus-!”

Lilia stops himself, soaking in the sight before him. He can't help the tired chuckle that comes from his lips, dragging a hand down his face.

Malleus has leaned back a bit more on the swinging bench, arms still secured around Silver, who has taken to having his arms wrapped around Malleus' neck, hands still gripped around his shirt. The blanket has slipped down from where it was on top of them and a pillow looks ready to fall from the bench.

“Oh, great Seven...”

Walking over to the bench, Lilia sits next to Malleus, an arm wrapping around the young prince to hug him close. He relaxes against the seat, fixing the blanket so it properly covers the two children. Malleus immediately goes to lean against Lilia, still sleeping soundly. The sight of it all has adoration bubbling in Lilia's chest.

“Now what am I to do with you two, hm?”

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Emma: You're on speaker, Behave.

Regina: Or what, you'll spank me?

Snow: ....

Charming: ....

Emma: ....

[airbendertendou]

tsukasa is sick of you n bodyguard!fujio

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after a week of fujio walking you home, you began to feel bad. you felt like you were taking his time ; making him do something unnecessary and out of the way just because you were a little scared.

"i can hear your thoughts." tsukasa speaks as he reads a magazine. he glances up at you, a smirk on his lips at your frustrated frown. "thinking of how to confess to your prince charming?"

you stop what you're doing, turning to completely face the boy. "just what are you talking about?"

"you and fujio." he says it so simply, so easily. you stay quiet, raising your eyebrows in question. "the two of you circle around each other all the time." he folds the magazine, laying it on the desk beside him as his eyes meet yours. "there's a bet going on."

straightening up in your seat, your frown deepens. "what kind of bet?"

"the kind where—"

"[name]!" fujio bursts into the room with bloody knuckles and a grin. he holds out a tattered, sopping wet book to you. "got your book back! is that my lesson plan?"

"oh—" you grimace, holding the book between your pointer finger and thumb. you can't hurt his feelings, though, so you grit your teeth and smile. "i'm sure some time in the sun will make this all better. thank you, fujio."

he bounces where he stands, shrugging his shoulders before sitting in front of you. tsukasa hides his laughter with a snort. fujio takes the papers you were writing on previously, scanning them a little before nodding with an impressed face. "not bad, i can actually understand this."

it was a deal you made — as long as fujio was walking you to and from school, you'd help him study. tsukasa stands from his own desk, crossing his arms and leaning down to speak closer to your ear. "what do i get for walking with you, [name]?"

you look at him from the corner of your eye, "well, what do you want?"

"hey," fujio is glaring at tsukasa, "don't make me anemone."

"...an enemy?"

fujio blinks, "that's what i said."

you sigh, silencing the fight that was going to break out. grabbing your school bag, you stand. "it's getting late. ready to go home?"

——♡——

"you're hopeless."

no sooner than the door to your home closed, tsukasa was speaking. fujio ran a hand through his hair, sticking his hand in his pocket soon after. he shrugs, "no idea what you mean."

"i take it back," tsukasa crosses his arms. he peaks at his friend, "you're both hopeless."

fujio whips his head around, eyes wide. "did [name] say something?!"

tsuaksa sighs, speeding up. fujio lets out a loud hey! before quickening his pace. "tsukasa! you're being anemone again!"

——♡—— anon requested : hoho what about both u and fujio having huge crushes on each other, bugging tsukasa just to rant/gush bout how each other is (separately, of course, and w/o the other knowing), and he's just so done having to be secret keeper for two idiots 👀 how would that go, u think? (Also does the rest of oya know hehehe)

anon said : A Fujio fic please 😭 it’s so dry there are barely any

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140

Welcome to Week 139 & 140

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni

A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen

If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993

From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch

Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 6 - @spnexploration

Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

[unohanadaydreams]

Hi, love your header and what I have to ask is not really related to what you’ve been posting but I’m going to ask it anyway. Do you ever think that all of the quincy and then the survivors of the tybw , Yhwach, and even the one hybrid got done kind of dirty. The survivors were zombies for a bit and then just left alone without anything honestly. Those who died in the wars died for well honestly nothing because their goal was never truly completed. Yhwach who apparently had to feel all the Quincy’s die and go through several wars, is forced into becoming the soul king. Like thousands of years of effort and sacrifice just for Ichibei to hit Yhwach with “Hey, it’s okay if you kill Reio I’ll just kill your son instead.” No wonder Yhwach was so mad, Kubo really fucked the Quincy over.

Oh, for sure.

Yhwach's narrative purpose is to be the inheritor of the Soul King & to contrast Ichigo's trajectory.

Ichigo is the living soul. The human king who has the power of friendship and inner clarity on his side, the usual Shonen business.

Like, we know Yhwach is fucking wretched over how the world has been recast to support Shinigami. That he has lost innumerable people in his aim to regain what the Soul King couldn't protect. And that he has lived with this one, singular aim driving him for over one thousand years. Not only because of the shinigami, but because he views the Soul King as a traitor too, even as his father's hands and heart join him in battle.

I really hated that they added that Ichibei flashback to the anime, because it implies that Yhwach didn't even know what he was fighting for until he saw what Ichibei had done.

One of TYBWs charm points is that its the culminations of a conflict that's been going on for over a thousand years. The reapers are sowing. The quincy are so fractured and disorganized from the culling of their kind that most of Yhwach's army is fresh from the human world and can't fight side-by-side to literally save their fucking lives. Both sides have done irredeemable, fucked things in the name of maintaining/reclaiming their world.

To imply that Yhwach doesn't understand what he's fighting for or that Ichibei was seriously willing to let his army live (LMAFUCKINGO) cheapens that by a lot. Yhwach knows he'll destroy the Soul King. He's seen it.

He's been waiting 1000 years to squeeze the world back into one where his people have a chance in hell at building back up again. I will not be convinced that Ichibei handed him this information and I will Certainly not be convinced that if it wasn't for Yhwach fucking up a peace meeting that the Shinigami would've called quits on hunting down the Quincy. Get real!

And like, this struggle has ruined Yhwach's connection with his people, too. The quincy are no longer people to him (and let's be honest here, mayhaps have never been as we would view other people), but a concept. A People. The Quincy. (Really the only deviation we see from this is Jugram, who he feels a lot of kinship towards.) He treats his people with a detached benevolent attitude that you would expect from a God on high.

His entire life has been running toward where he started; without sight or smell or any senses to speak of, just like the father of everyone, the Soul King.

He's the inversion of a Comedy, where Ichigo is staying to the expected path.

And I really love Yhwach, our beloved doomed prince. Because he comes onto the scene as someone who rips through the Soul Society with ease and starts offing shinigami with his army at a terrifying rate. But in the over arching war, he has been the underdog destined to lose. Because someone has to lose. And it's not going to be the beloved protagonist, because he ripped through the Soul Society with ease and is destined to win.

tl; dr: I view Yhwach having the worst time of his life for pretty much his entire life as a feature instead of a bug. Also boo to some of these anime additions. Boo hiss.

[jdragsky]

Meet Parish

this is Parish! In his youth he was a charming prince, who charged across the land, slaying dragons and fighting evil wizards. he was undone by a powerful unbreakable curse during the Wicker Wars, and was transformed into a frog. He didn't let this get him down though, and upon arriving at Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast became the B&B's chef, cooking their meals and taking care of the younger residents like a father figure.

In Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast, Parish is a kind, forthright, and very supportive character, who at his best is able to Carry out a noble act with dignity and poise, or Lift everyone’s spirits with the perfect refreshments. When he's not doing so well, he tends to Bite off more than he can chew or Try to be “hip” and mess up in the process. His journey is all about admitting he's growing old and working through his frog-life crisis

(this is the first part in my series on the residents of Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast, you can read the rest of them here when i post them. Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast is an upcoming tabletop RPG i've helped create, and you can learn more about it here. Header art by Aster Santiago, portrait by Val Wise, other art By Alxndra Cook and Ashanti Fortson)

[alistonjdrake]

Council of the Olive Grove: Or the Very Terrible, Miserable, Exhausting Two Weeks of Stephania al-Khatib.

When the indomitable and respected Queen Cecilia dies mysteriously during an international council, her lady-in-waiting Stephania al-Khatib is tasked with the duty of rooting out her murderer and securing the succession of the throne. But with the queen's eldest son missing and her remaining children scrambling to topple one another, accomplishing either goal becomes nearly impossible.

Inspired by the conflicts of the early medieval Iberian Peninsula, Council of the Olive Grove is an adult fantasy novella full of family drama, court intrigue, strange gods, witches, lgbt+ characters,  and a colorful cast full of political schemers. AND I actually have a chunk of it written so it now counts as my late nano project. 

Notable Characters

Countess Stephania al-Khatib Lady-in-waiting and granddaughter to Queen Cecilia. Estranged from both father and husband, well-traveled, well-read, and woefully nocturnal. 

Prince Nicholas of Evoga The missing heir apparent, has been busy traveling the world since before his mother’s death and no one currently is sure where he is. 

Infanta Zahra al-Khatib The unlikable but well-connected second oldest of Queen Cecilia. Her husband is advantageous and cutthroat. 

Queen Patricia of Gavrisk The recently widowed daughter-in-law of Queen Cecilia. Due to the nature of the tragic death of the queen and her second son in the space of a few days, there are some who fear Queen Patricia will take the opportunity to put her own claims above the al-Khatib dynasty. 

Richardis Falkenstein A foreign lesser noble and Prince Nicholas’ wife. Principal lady-in-waiting to Queen Cecilia. Chilly demeanor and keeps busy with sewing. 

Infante Hakam Queen Cecilia’s youngest son. Very close to his mother, recently gifted a duchy but leaves much of the duties to his wife, and decently charming. 

As said in the header, the story takes over a two week period and I’m hoping to keep the word count around 30k.

[hauntswitch]

I'm so devastated- in the recent doctor who magazine (585) there are a few pages on imagined potential classic who christmas specials, and one of them is a fifth doctor adventure that would be a pantomime- a musical episode if you will! It would hypothetically have the doctor played by Jan Francis, and would feature Adam Ant as episode antagonist Prince Charming (like his song of the same name), and he would "perform two of the episode's 3 musical numbers" (p50). The problem and devastation lies in that I didn't read the header at first and thought it was real. I feel so, so robbed

And thats the picture they chose . We could have had it all .. .

[iwritewthwine]

Hey, you!

author's note: hey...I know this seems weird, knowing that I still have Run to you in progress and don't worry I am still writing it. This is just a random drabble I got an idea from Hoshi's Instagram story with the baby sparrow. This has no plot. Or well maybe little plot? Idk? It's just random. If you can tell I wrote this on a whim and you guessed it, wine, usually I check my work before I post it but if there miss-errors that's just because I missed it from the wine impairment. Enjoy, and now back to writing Run to you

Title: Hey, you!

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x fem reader

Genre: fluff, crack, angst(?)

Tropes: university students, student athlete, strangers to lover, damsel hoshi, strong female lead, modern fairy-tale, crush on wonwoo

Synopsis: he is a damsel in distress or what it may have seemed like and you were just passing by, happened to rescue him from his distress. Turns out, you're saving him more often you thought.

Warnings: nothing too drastic, a couple of swear words, peer pressure, bullying, Wonwoo is kind of an ass (I'm sorry don't hate me. I feel bad but it's for content), gender mistreatment

Word count: 6 k

Growing up, you always knew you weren't the princess type. Despite wondering and dreaming about being a princess, with butterflies and birds fawning at you and a charming prince coming to sweep you off of your feet. Well, yeah none of that ever happens, because even though you weren't quite the tomboy you did play a lot of excruciating sports. Football (soccer), football (aka American football), tennis, and a black belt in taekwondo. And with all those sports, you were also very spoken on ideals and opinions, standing up to bullies and helping people who needed it. This is where we are right now in your third year of University with a major in communications, at a sports game. Who is playing? The University women's football (soccer) team and you were in the middle of the action as a defender— currently playing as a left wing-back, dribbling the ball as you look for a teammate that seems appropriately open. Lobbing the ball across the pitch to an available teammate, rushing forward, and defending the other team's player from getting the ball. Eyes glued at the ball as it comes flying back toward your side of the pitch again, the ball soaring through and you knew this is a chance. Rushing near the goal and jumping in the air as you headed the ball into the back of the net for a goal. The score was a mere one to nil. For the full 90 minutes of the game, your team was in full-on defense mode, defending and keeping the ball in possession from the other team, keeping it one to nil.

“Y/n, that was great, so great. I could have been a little tighter toward the 70th minute and there were a couple of times you could have scored another goal but it was good. That header goal was amazing. The people around me were startled but I didn’t care.” He smiled widely, handing you your towel to wipe off the sweat slowly dripping down from your hairline and a bottle of water. “Tonight. At Seokmin’s place. There is a party. And since the team just won, let’s celebrate.” Seungkwan’s hands fisted into a ball, thrown in the air with a whoosh. Shoving the bottled water in his hand from acting too dramatic as he appears to do that a lot. Draping the towel around your neck and walking off with your duffel bag, Seungkwan trails behind you. “Ya, Y/n come on. You don’t have to drink. Just hang out a bit, have fun a bit, and make some new friends. Seokmin also mentioned that Wonwoo is going to be there.” Seungkwan’s eyebrows rose suggestively as your cheeks flushed at Wonwoo’s name. You have had a crush on Wonwoo for the longest time, you passed him in the University library quite a bit, only exchanging bows and stares and the occasional “hello”. He was so handsome and built, and also played for the men's soccer team and you always get butterflies when you see him from afar. However you never really made a move on Wonwoo, afraid that he might not like you in return and afraid that he might not like a type of girl who isn’t feminine. Seungkwan noticed your blushing cheeks, his grin widening as he shoves his shoulder against you. “So? Let’s go to that party and blow Jeon Wonwoo’s mind.” Linking his arm into yours as you both stride out of the soccer field and to your shared apartment. 

At the apartment, after showering, you stared at the reflection, not knowing what to wear to a party. You didn’t really own anything per se “pretty” and whatever you called pretty wasn’t pretty in other people’s eyes aka Seungkwan. As on cue, Seungkwan walks into your room, his head tilted as he stares at you, still in your bathrobe even though you finished showering like 30 minutes ago. 

“Well? What are you going to wear?” He asks. Stepping over to your closet and staring at the hanging clothes, scanning for anything, anything that will get you to stand out. “Hmm.” He hums, arms crossed over his chest. A quick glimpse at you and then back to your closet. “Oh, oh, oh,” he exclaimed. Shuffling your clothes around as he pulls out a couple of hangers with clothes hung on them. “I got it and you will look amazing and people will be like “oh mah gawd, is that Y/n? She looks so damn amazing and sexy and wow those curves” and then Wonwoo will fall head over heels for you and then the both of you will become the it couple on campus.” Seungkwan claps his hands together, shoving the hangers in front of you with haste. “Go and change. We don’t have all night!” 

Trying on the outfits that Seungkwan gave you, there were a few you don’t even remember buying, and some you wore at least once or twice and just hung them back inside of your closet and forgot about it. Stepping out of the bathroom and walking back into your room, Seungkwan’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. “Don’t even!” You protest. Feeling how tight the dress was around the curve of your waist and the hem of the skirt rolling up against your thighs. “I haven’t worn this in, I don’t know, months, also I think I gained weight, it’s tight around my waist.” You struggle to fix the dress around your waist and keep the dress from rolling up past your thighs.

“Shut up, you didn’t gain weight. Maybe muscles from soccer but you look fine. Also sexy too. Wonwoo is definitely going to have a mouth drop moment. He will definitely be seeing you.” Seungkwan walks over to your closet and grabs a light cardigan, handing it over to you in case you did feel insecure about the dress. He wouldn’t let you feel insecure about your body or the outfit, he was your best friend and he most of the time took good care of you.

Seokmin’s party was in full swing, there were a lot of people, and a few had brief encounters at the University library or just somewhere on campus. There was also the men’s soccer team that was present, despite Wonwoo being in the team. It always irks you that the men's team gets more attention and privilege from the University and people, while women’s teams are always in the shadows. It isn’t fair and quite sexist. Which is why your major is communication, the dream to reach out and inform the World that women are powerful and leaders. Seungkwan had already abandoned you, to which he said he wouldn’t and to help you get Jeon Wonwoo to converse with you. With a soda in your hand, you stare around the place, scanning for anyone that you know. Seungkwan was talking to the host of the party, Seokmin. You knew him from one of your classes and he has a sweet personality. Still scanning around, as you begin to feel a bit claustrophobic, soda in hand you step outside to the backyard. Taking a deep breath in and out, clutching tight to your soda with your eyes shut. Parties with a lot of people still give you anxiety, it was weird though, because with soccer games you were just fine— probably because soccer makes you feel good, it distracts you and with parties, it was just, well parties, having fun with people and interacting and introducing yourself to them. All of that made you anxious and a little panicky. Taking a soft sip of your soda, tilting your head upwards to look at the stars in the darkened sky. It was twinkling and bright, softly sighing and taking another sip of your soda when something pricked your ears at the sound of a groan. Curious at whatever that was, you made your way in an attempt to to know where that groan is coming from. Eyes widened at the sight, a small stature man, surrounded by a mob of people, either they are his friends or they are a bunch of bullies. Unsure of what it is, you make your way over with your shoulders and head held up high, placing your soda can on a nearby table. “Hey, you! Assholes! Want to pick on someone your own size, come and get me you fuckers, let’s see you get beat by a woman! I ain’t afraid of you asshats!” You shouted at the mob of people, hands in a fist and raised in the air as you stepped closer to the group and eyes glaring with flame as they scurry away, leaving the small stature man all by himself. He was swaying side to side, obviously drunk. Walking up to him, you steady him with your hands clasped around his biceps and they were pretty firm. “Hey, are you alright?” Tilting your head to the side to make eye contact with him, he had some beautiful eyes and the cutest button nose, and his cheeks were definitely flushed from whatever alcohol he was drinking. “I’m Y/n. Are you okay?” Softly smiling at him, his body sways side to side, eyes blinking to adjust his vision as he stares at you with widened eyes and mouth agape.

“Uh…Soonyoung. I am Soonyoung. I’m fine. Those guys are my teammates on the soccer team. I don’t really play. I’m more of the water boy but yeah.” He shrugs his shoulders softly, and your heart tugs at what he said. It was rude of them to pick on the water boy, as a water boy is still partially part of the team. 

“Nice to meet you Soonyoung and that is awfully rude. If they continue to be rude to you, you should just become the girls’ water person. We aren’t rude and will welcome you with open arms.” Chuckling at the thought of the women’s soccer team being more considerate and nice. “Let me get you some water.” Linking your arm with his’ as you escort Soonyoung inside, finding your way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from a cooler to help him get sober. “Here you go.” Soonyoung took the bottle of water from you, taking a long sip as water dripped down the corner of his lips. He let out a soft exhale, hands gripping the water bottle. Finding him quite, well adorable. It was weird because it was Wonwoo that made you get butterflies, but with soonyoung, who you barely knew just literally 5 minutes ago is making you feel some sort of things you cannot comprehend. “Uhm, well, it’s nice meeting you Soonyoung.” The inevitable awkward silence flew in between the two of you, trying to think of something to say. A thought appeared in your head, or it was more of an idea. “Whenever I'm tipsy, I always go for tacos to sober me up and I am craving for some tacos right now. Do you want to go with me?” Soonyoung blinks his eyelids softly, his eyelashes brushing against his skin and his lips jutted out. He was cute in this form, his head slightly hung low and bobbing, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol, softly grinning at the possibility of meeting someone so cute. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” mumbling the words out, Soonyoung tilted his head up, shaking his head with his hands waving in front of him. 

“I want to. I like tacos. I like you.” Soonyoung blinks again, trying to adjust his vision so he could clearly see you and not in a form of a blurred blob. Cheeks blushing at what he said, and a little confused if he meant it or it was the alcohol talking. Whatever it could have been, you shrug it off for now.

A dozen tacos settled on two trays, along with two large cups filled with Sprite, sitting side by side with Soonyoung in the seat booth. You try your best to not make eye contact with him as your meeting with him is still fairly new and unconventional. Taking a taco into your hand and stuffing yourself to avoid conversation, glancing to the side to see that Soonyoung has done the same. His cheeks all puffed out like a cute little chipmunk. Stifling back a giggle, you continue to eat the taco in your hands. Some awkward silence of eating tacos later, sipping on your Sprite as you contemplate on what to say to him. “How long have you been the waterboy for the men's soccer team?” Feeling stupid for asking such a question but it was the only known topic that made you feel confident. Soonyoung chewed on his tacos, his head turning to meet you, and gosh he really does have pretty eyes.

“Since freshman year actually. A lot of my friends are on the team and I'm not really great at sports so I volunteered to be the water boy and now I'm still in that position.” He shrugged his shoulders, taking another taco into his hands. “And, the guys before, they are also on the soccer team. They do pick on me but it's fine. They are kind of harmless and I am accustomed to it now.” Taking a bite of his taco, a soft up turn of his mouth into a smile. Your heart sinks at the mention of the team still picking on him, so what if he’s the team’s waterboy? A waterboy is still a team player and sufficient to the team. Huffing aloud, you slam your palms on top of the table, getting Soonyoung’s attention as he turns to face you with confusion in his expression and mouth chewing on the taco. 

“Excuse my language and manner but that is fucking messed up. So what if you’re the waterboy, it gives it no damn excuse to pick on you. Like what? Just because they’re stronger and play for the team they can just pick on someone who stands on the sideline, handing out water so they can stay hydrated, taking care of them. Preposterous! Ridiculous! Fucking asses!” Groaning loudly, brows scrunched up and nostrils flaring at the thoughts of people being stupidly rude, unknowingly as your hands tighten into a fist. Turning your body around as you face Soonyoung head on, minding his own business while munching on his taco, he glances sideways to meet you. Almost choking on his taco, he took his cup of Sprite to help with not choking. “If those players are picking on you again or remotely being asshats, send me a message straight away and I will run over to kick their asses.” Taking your phone out from your jacket pocket, unlocking it and finding your number in the contacts. “This is my number. May I?” Soonyoung stared at the half eaten taco in his hand, softly setting it down and wiping his hands and fingers clean with the napkin. Taking out his own phone and handing it over to you as you dialed in your own number into his phone, handing it back to him afterwards. “There. That’s my number.” Smiling at him with a slight tilt in your head, Soonyoung gulps softly, his eyes widening at you watching him. He never had a girl give him a number before or asked for his number. Wasn’t that what guys usually do though? Asking for a girl’s number and not the other way around? Whatever it is, he likes it and his heart pounding at how cute your eyes form into a crescent shape when you smile, and little dimples visible on your cheeks. 

The next day after soccer practice, you were walking out of the women’s training field by yourself since Seungkwan had a study date in the University library with Seokmin. The women’s training field and your dorm wasn’t that far, and you always enjoyed the walk with the slight wind breeze that accompanied. While passing the men’s training field, you slowed your pace, turning your head lightly to peek over the fence. At first your eyes trained on him, Wonwoo, he was really built and tall despite wearing sweats that covered him up. Running around the field, dribbling the ball and passing it along to his teammates, it seemed like any ordinary training session be whatever kind of gender. Well, the equipment was obviously different, a little more newer than the women’s training equipment. Still watching them practice from the fence line, when you noticed a couple of people walking over to the side and your eyes immediately trained on him, Soonyoung, he was there for their practice and in his hands looked like bottled waters and a box container, probably some snacks of some kind. Can’t tell what is going on as you're further away, and can’t make out the movements on the mouth, however one person was laughing from their head being thrown backwards. Wonwoo made his way over to the group, surrounding Soonyoung and even from afar you could see the wide smile that he usually has on his face. The guys were leaning forward towards him, their lips in a tantalize smirk. If only you could hear what they were saying. One of the guys took the box container from Soonyoung’s hand, opened it up and inside were tea sandwiches or onigiri (it was far you couldn’t see much). Taking one into their hand and a light nibble as they chuckled, placing the tea sandwich or onigiri back inside of the box container. Another person of the group turned towards Wonwoo, nodding their head in a kind of signal. Wonwoo steps up to Soonyoung, his arms crossed over chest and his facial expression deadpan as he looks at him. Something felt off, the way Wonwoo was acting towards Soonyoung and the way his lips pouted in a frown. Fingers clenching the fence tightly, and huffing profoundly at the sight, to think that Jeon Wonwoo is the person you liked. If he’s going to be an ass then you have no choice but to be an ass to him. Letting go of the fence as you power walk to the entrance of the field. Dropping your duffel bag at the side, storming forward with rage burning in your eyes. “Hey, you jerks!” You shouted, hands clenched in fists, cracking your knuckles softly as you walked over to them. “Even if he’s just the waterboy doesn’t give you any rights to bully him. I could tell that he has a better mindset than you jerks.” Voice ringing loud, the group of guys turned to meet you, confused and annoyed by your presence. 

“Why don’t you just leave here. This is for grown men, not for women on their cycle crying out just because of their hormones.” One of the guys said, sneering to himself and then looking at the others as they stifled a chuckle. 

Highly offended, and highly sexist, the audacity of these kinds of people representing the University’s soccer team. Rolling back your eyes and a tilt of the head, you stuck out your tongue lightly, tapping your foot against the turf grass. Taking a minute to exhale and inhale before you do anything too drastic, like punch them in the throat or their ball sack. “Oh, thanks for the friendly reminder for me to check my cycle. Maybe  you should check if you’re on your cycle too? Don’t men have their daily cycles too? Moods constantly shifting?” You sarcastically say, shrugging your shoulders as you bite back your tongue from saying anything more sinister. Eyes scanning over the group and your gaze reaches Wonwoo, who had stepped a little further back, his head slightly hung. Was he really participating with these clowns or is there something deeper that makes him swivel to their idiotic ploy? Then your gaze met Soonyoung, his head not hanging low as like Wonwoo, he was staring back at you with a soft smile and that made your heart fluctuate intensely. “Back up or you’re going to have to tell the local medical assistants that a woman beat you up. And I will and I can.” Readying your stance in a taekwondo position, hands tightly balled up with your thumbs tucked on the inside. Tentatively taking a step closer and swinging a high jab in their direction. The guys took a step back, glowering at you with hatred. “Fuck you” they said and walked away. As for Wonwoo, he stood in his spot for a second longer, gazing up at you with an unknown expression then walked away with nothing to say. Lowering your arms down to your side, taking in a deep breath, you watch Wonwoo’s retreating form and wonder what is going on his head. The man that you had a crush on during your first year of University, you even attended all of his games, fell in love with the way he was laser focused and that made you try out for the women’s soccer team. Knowing that you and him have the same activity and that maybe one day, he will notice you, offer to play soccer with him and the two of you end up as a power dynamic soccer couple. Only now it’s different. Turning yourself around, your heart still racing at Soonyoung’s presence, walking up to him sheepishly, because well, you offered to beat up some bullies for him and weren’t sure if what you did made Soonyoung scared of you. “Uhm…you,” taking another deep breath to calm yourself. “Are you okay? Sorry for what you saw and heard there. I was walking back from practice and noticed the men’s team practicing and, yeah.” Softly biting down on your bottom lip, gazing down at your shoes and the turf.

“I’m fine. I told you, it’s part of my job as the waterboy. The players hassle me here and there, I’m not really affected by it.” Soonyoung shrugged, lowering his body as he tilted his head to the side, trying to get a look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks. Taking a step closer to you with his head still at an angle and trying to meet your gaze.

“I am fine!” Eyes still fixed on your shoes when you see Soonyoung’s face below you, his mouth in a smile and his eyes sparkling and bright. Blinking at his sudden appearance, giving you a fright as your heart leaped out of your chest. Jumping slightly from seeing him, Soonyoung laughed at your action, stepping back and straightening himself. Slowly glancing up at him and seeing that he was still laughing, you glower at him with lips pouted. Seeing your lips, he walked over, cupping his hands on your cheeks and imitating your pouted lips on himself. Gulping softly at how close he was and his hands against your cheeks, and thank god they were covering your cheeks because they were definitely blushing and hoping that he can’t feel how warm it has gotten. “Hey.” Startling Soonyoung at your sudden choice of word, he let go of your cheeks, and picked up the box container that he had bought for his teammates. 

“Sandwich?” He offers you, glancing in the box and finally seeing the cute little tea sandwiches in them, varying in different types. Nodding your head at his question and taking a sandwich into your hand to munch on, as you were getting hungry from practice. “I guess I should have known I got picked on with these sandwiches but they are delicious and I just wanted to share them with my friends.”

Eyes widened at what he said, friends? He still thinks of those people as friends? They are basically bullies and he calls them friends? Even Wonwoo— you weren’t sure if Wonwoo did bully Soonyoung, he didn’t really do much, but he still in a way took part. Softly chewing on your sandwich, placing a hand on top of Soonyoung’s arm. “Those guys aren’t your friends if they treat you like that every single chance they get. Real friends only do that occasionally and know when to stop when things get out of hand. That did not seem like the case. If I didn’t interfere they could have done something worse. Does…” About to say something about Wonwoo to Soonyoung, you stop yourself and finish off the sandwich in your hand, to keep your mouth busy with something and not saying anything unnecessary.

Soonyoung placed the box container in your hands, taking one out for himself. “You can have the rest. I’m glad you like the sandwiches as much as I do. And thanks for everything. You probably think it’s weird but I like it. A girl rescuing a boy. And not to mention that the girl is beautiful. It gives the classic fairytale a good spin.” Coughing softly on your sandwich, Soonyoung looks at you startled, taking one of the bottle water he also brought and unscrewing the cap as he hands it to you. Quickly taking the water bottle and drinking down the water, getting a little splash down from the corner of your lips. Soonyoung clears his throat, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you as you also made him feel light and his heart also leaping out of his chest. “You good?” He asks. Watching you put up an OK symbol with your fingers. Closing the cap on the bottle water, his eyes scanning your lips as he closes the distance between the both of you, his thumb softly pressing against the corner of your lips as he wipes the water about to drip from there. Taking a step backwards to give you space after. 

Gently you pat your mouth after, making sure nothing else is there for him to do that again and even though you liked it, it was awkward. “Thanks. I should probably get to my apartment.” Closing up the box container, you shuffle away from him, heading towards your duffle bag that you dropped by the entrance. Picking it up and hurrying yourself out of the field and out of Soonyoung’s presence. “What is wrong with you?” You muttered lowly, shutting your eyes tight and hands gripping the handle of your duffle bag.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but it’s kind of cute. Are you perhaps shy? And to think I was shy in front of you because you rescued me but after processing what happened, I kind of want you to rescue me again.” Lifting your head up, staring in shock at Soonyoung beside you, mouth agape and wanting to say something but nothing but air comes out. “Can I walk you to your apartment? It might be close to my place and the sun is setting. It’s cliche but you are alone and I don’t want anything happening to you too.” Mouth still agape, you were for sure your cheeks were bright red by now and your heart beating rapidly, ready to run out of you and run far far away. 

“Mm, yeah. I don’t mind. And you know, I already said it earlier but I do have a black belt in taekwondo. I think I can take care of myself if something were to happen. It’s you that should be careful.” Regaining your composure, glimpsing at Soonyoung beside you as he keeps up with your pace. Still in shock that he heard what you said and what he said after. Cute? Telling someone that they are cute after helping them from a rough situation? When you were younger and situations like what happened to Soonyoung happened, the other person would call you weird and that they didn’t need your help and for you to go back and play with dolls and dress-up. It’s why you end up playing sports, when you help others and are ridiculed for it. Sports were a distraction in a way, to keep your patiences at bay and you didn’t care if people called you beautiful or cute or gorgeous. However now, hearing it from Soonyoung, it felt different, like you don’t want to hide anymore. The walk to your apartment did take quite some time, and Soonyoung even noticed how far it was from the practice field. “Well, this is my apartment. Thank you for walking with me.”

“It’s no problem. It actually is close to my apartment anyways, I didn’t realize it until we passed that donut shop on 23rd street and fyi, I usually buy the cronuts not the donuts from there.” Soonyoung walked you up to your door, wanting to make sure that you got inside safe. Climbing up the stairs to get to your floor, the setting sun illuminates directly in your path giving your hair and body a type of golden glow. Soonyoung stares unblinking at you, watching you get the key out of your bag to unlock the door. He turns around to face the parking lot and the street, calming himself down slightly, he turns back around, leaning his back against the railing as he watches you opening the door to your apartment. “Well, I made it to my place safe and sound…” Standing with the door to your apartment open, frozen at seeing the sunlight glowing against Soonyoung’s back and the slight wind breeze rushing through his hair. He looked so ethereal and handsome just standing in front of the sun’s lights. A chirp catches your attention as two tiny sparrows fly by, one landing on the railing next to him and the other gently landing on top of his shoulder. Having noticed the tiny toes on his shoulder, Soonyoung turned his head softly to look at the sparrow. Quietly chirping and fluffing its feathers, the other sparrow on the railing flies up and lands on top of Soonyoung’s head. Unfazed, he stood perfectly still for the two sparrows, and upon how beautiful and bizarre this whole situation was, you took out your phone slowly from your pocket. Snapping a few photos of and a couple of videos, all while holding your breath to frighten the sparrows. Soonyoung saw your phone pointing at him, softly whistling a random tune for the sparrows with a light smile. 

“Mr and Mrs Sparrow, how was your day? Going back to your nest you say? I do hope your nest is warm and comfortable and somewhere safe. Do you have eggs in your nest? Oh, I see, still incubating them. They will become strong sparrows too.” Soonyoung spoke to the sparrows, as you recorded his shenanigans, holding in your laughter and trying not to burst out loud. As you carefully step closer, to film the sparrows and Soonyoung closer. Noticing you walking closer to him, Soonyoung turned his head towards the sparrow on his shoulder. “There’s this girl. She is very beautiful and strong and I don’t think she likes being strong and beautiful because it’s intimidating to others and I think she’s afraid she will get rejected by them. But I like it. I like her a lot. Mr Sparrow is Mrs Sparrow beautiful and strong to you?” He asks the sparrow on top of his shoulder as the sparrow chirps at him like it was talking back to him. “Oh really? Mrs Sparrow is strong and beautiful just like this girl? And what should she do to feel accepted? Uh huh, yeah, oh, I see, go on a date with me you say? I do agree with you but she might not want to…uh huh, I guess I will just to see then should I?” Soonyoung turned to look at you, your phone still aiming at him and still filming him talking to the sparrows. Stopping the record button, you set the phone back in your pocket. “Time to get to your nest you guys. Go.” A quick soft whistle, the sparrows fly off of his head and shoulder. He walks over to you, wanting to just run inside of your apartment but you don’t and just wait for him to be in front of you. 

“That is very impressive. Sparrows don’t usually land on people because they are skittish and know that humans are scary. They must have really liked you.” Staring at him as you make your breathing light and soft, not wanting to make yourself seem nervous. “I can send you the photos if you like. They actually look really good with the sun’s lighting and everything.” Laughing softly to defuse the nervousness inside of your body and mind. Looking unfazed and completely different to how he usually looks, he was in a way looking very smolder and hot, it was different from when you rescued him. He was all cute and bubbly, even when he was talking to the sparrows he looked so beautiful, something looked different and you weren’t sure on how to act. “Good night then Soonyoung.” Stepping back and towards the opening of your door, Soonyoung reaches out and takes your wrist into his hand, pulling you back towards him. 

“You don’t want to know what the sparrows told me?” He looked at you with an intensity in his gaze, it was incredibly sexy and a part of you wished to see the adorable side of him again because that side didn’t make you feel all sorts of things. “The sparrows said I should follow my heart. And my heart really wants to know where we go from here. I want to know more about you, I want you to rescue me again and I want to rescue you too.” The playful smile on Soonyoung’s face returns, his hand still gripping your wrist as he loosen it, sliding his palm down to meet your own. Intertwining his fingers with yours. “May I? Y/n.” His fingers were soft on your own, glancing down at them and how it molded nicely with your own fingers. 

Of all the things that you want to happen in your life, this wasn’t even close to one of them and currently it is the one thing you really want right now. The crush you had on Wonwoo, dissipating before you and the newfound interest in Soonyoung blooming within you. You might have met him in the most unconventional matter, rescuing him from mean bullies and that feeling of rescuing him started out as just standing up to people who uses torture for pleasure, especially one is intoxicated. After the rescue today, and having chatted the night before while binge eating on tacos, the rescue made your heart swell for Soonyoung and wanting to keep him as close to you as possible even if you were the one initiating the fight. “You aren’t scared of me?” Feeling stupid for asking such a question but it was the one thing that you needed to know, that someone isn’t going to be afraid of you just because you are strong and can fight. Soonyoung shook his head with a soft chuckle. Pulling you closer to him, his knees softly bumping into your thighs. 

“Why would I be scared of you when you literally rescued me twice.” He shook his head again, displeased with you that you would even ask such a question. “You being strong and can fight is what makes you attractive.”

sucking in a deep breath, your eyes getting misty from his choice of words, with your fingers still clasp in with his’ as you think of what to say to him. “You aren’t joking are you?” Again another stupid question that makes you question yourself on why you even think about what to say when it’s just going to come out stupid. Soonyoung huffed out, clearly tired of your questions and self doubt. “Let me show you then” he whispers as he closes in on you, his lips pressing against your own. His lips were soft and for some odd reason it smelt like strawberries, for one it wasn’t you because your chapstick scent were the unscented ones. Lightly shuffling your feet closer, and moving your linked hand with Soonyoung’s hand to the side as you keep your lips against his’, continuing to kiss him with fervor. A light moan escaping your lips, Soonyoung pulls away, a soft smile on his mouth as he pushes you inside of your apartment and closes the door after him. Pulling you back into his embrace, letting his forehead rest against your own. “I guess you aren’t joking.” Chuckling softly, he brushes the tip of his nose against yours. 

“Nope. When I want to joke I will and this, with you, I’m not joking. I really like you Y/n.” 

Your heart fastening as he speaks, mouth slightly agape with his forehead still resting on your own. You were spiraling, but a good kind of spiraling. “I like you too, Soonyoung. Beyond what I could ever imagine. And I will rescue you again if I have to.” Adding that last part for laughs, and getting a soft peck to your lips from Soonyoung as he smiles at you. “I cannot wait,” he says, taking your lips back into his. Moving your hands up his chest as you softly push him towards the couch in the living room, getting him to fall back on the cushion. Grinning mischievously at him, sitting down upon his lap with your legs capturing his hips and arms flailing around his neck. Softly pressing down against his crotch, you find your lips against his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin between his neck and his clavicle. Soonyoung’s hands moving over to your hips, grasping you tightly in his hands. “I like this.” You muttered against his skin. “Me too” Soonyoung says after, one hand of his sliding up your back.