#who hate that they got married to someone who spends lavishly

[fayevalcntine]

Re-reading IWTV for more research purposes and I forgot that Louis gives some of the slaves the tasks of the overseer once he and Lestat settled in. His promises to them about being handsomely rewarded just reminded me of how show!Louis compliments himself about paying the staff at the Azalea better once he buys it off of Tom. I was also wrong about Lestat eating his slaves, but the details of this do feel like the show took note of them and placed them through Louis continuing to be a pimp even after he was turned.

[alistonjdrake]

Part Three: Vows and Sins

Niels Dursten Role: Priest | Father of the Fates | Standing General of the Holy Army Born: Year 1742 after the fall of our Saints

At birth, no one would have considered Niels destined for priesthood. He started his life in the simple Kellish town of Bornne. His mother was from Nomworth, Palogne, and miserable with the simple life in a farming village. She would eventually run up debts and ditch his father who in turn would go onto to seek legal advice for all the debts. His father would become friends with Argus Breacher (father of Luca Breacher) and Niels would be able to one day say he’d seen the future Kellish queen of the Escana Empire as a child. Although any meeting between them would have been very brief and not a lasting memory in Luca’s mind. Soon after, Niels’ father would find himself unable to get rid of the debts and would make the decision to give his only son and child to the church. 

Niels was sent to Mignola young with the expectation of a good career in Santivism as his uncle, Romuald Dursten, was a chancellor on the conclave at the time (the branch that rules the Santivian church beneath the Justice). Niels would be afforded the opportunity to go to school, to live in a bustling city, the floating city, and the holy capital of the known world. He was given money, new clothes, and food. Prior to his arrival, Niels had been strictly against the path his life was taking. 

Kellish Priests do not live as lavishly as Mignolian ones. He’d imagined himself as old, working in a forgotten chapel at the side of the dusty road, and eating nothing but bread and soup, but life in Mignola proved to be different. And very attractive to him even at a young age. When Niels arrived, it was immediately apparent that Romuald Dursten would not be a very active guardian. His position in the Conclave took priority and instead he set Niels up in a villa close to the Blapanity and had a cycle of maids and tutors watching him. 

Niels got up to a lot of mischief. For the first time he was mostly alone, in a large house, and had every luxury at his feet. He became spoiled, rowdy, and extremely possessive of shiny things in fear of possibly being sent back to Bornne. As a child, Niels would often escape lessons by sneaking into the tunnels beneath the canals and to every corner of the city. Often, his uncle would send Fates or city-watch to find him and Niels became very skilled at escaping their clutches or exchanging treasures he’d collected in order to be let out of trouble. 

As he grew older, his behavior worsened. Niels did not pay very close attention to his lessons. Although he had a vague handle on scripture, the Saints and their lessons, Niels found he was much more interested in other things. Namely, money and women. He built a name for himself in gambling and Mignola’s black trade as he had access to the Blapanity and her holy and ancient treasures, he would often steal and sell them for favors from Ardunese nobility. At 16, he moved into his own villa with its own staff, shedding himself of his uncle’s watchdogs and tutors. He became friends with the sons of lords and rich merchants. He threw parties with them, let them stay in his grand house, flirted with their sisters, and masqueraded as one of them. But Niels was not. He was still a Kellish boy from a farming village. Money became easy to collect but what he really wanted was a title. As he could not marry into a high-ranking family and had no status on his own, Niels bowed to his uncle and asked for forgiveness for his bad behavior before re-focusing on the church. 

He took vows at 17, signing his life away to serve Santivism. Niels tried to forge a close relationship with Romuald but his uncle, although he forgave him, did not like his nephew’s lifestyle. Niels never let go of his lofty friends, his connections in the black trade, his taste for partying, or his interest his women. Romuald kept him at arm’s length and trusted his nephew’s interest in the Conclave even less. Niels had his sights set on climbing the ladder in the church. His blood was set against him as Kellish transplants in Mignola very rarely climbed so high. The Ardunese are obsessed with their legacies and bloodlines and aren’t fond of outsiders.

Niels did his best to outwardly shed his Kellish heritage. He stopped speaking the language, even in private with his uncle. He worked hard to completely rid himself of any traces of an accent, he did not speak of (or to) his father, learned all he could about Codua’s history and culture, he even only slept with Ardunese women. 

Discarding his heritage only proved to drive a further wedge between Niels and Romuald. Besides his greed, Niels was also just very obsessed with trying to expand his social circle. Much of the friends he had as a teen out grew of him as they became interested in their own social standing and reputation. This caused Niels to spend a lot more time mingling and trying to create new connections and deals than paying attention to his duties. He made more money as a yes man and someone who did dirty work for visiting Ardunese princes than as a priest. 

In 1768, When Niels Dursten was 26, the disastrous reign of Justice Licari would begin. Mignola would become a nearly lawless pit where murder and riots were common, half the city’s population was constantly on opium, and priests being patron to prostitution became common. This suited Niels just fine. He thrived under chaos. He purchased a brothel and shamelessly had his prostitutes steal from their clients, he blackmailed any important patrons, and quickly controlled so much of Mignola’s underground that he was dubbed the “Black Justice of the Holy City”. A title that pleased him. 

Still, what Niels wanted was a title with weight and he became increasingly more selfish. He purchased land outside of Mignola with his favors. Small towns and villages, ones that would slowly but steadily continue to fill his pockets when he wasn’t actively working. He redecorated and rebuilt his villa to be even more ornate. Niels lived like a prince. His uncle hated it. They would have many fights, some becoming almost violent, and often ended with Romuald being forcefully escorted out of his nephew’s villa. 

in 1774, Justice Licari died to the relief of the Conclave. His reign so awful that just 14 hours after his death, the Conclave relented and elected a non-Ardunese justice for the first time in a long time. Romuald became Justice Dursten much to everyone’s surprise and Niels’ anger. 

Usually this would be cause for celebration. When one became justice, they often elevated their family. Licari rose his Oskyan cousin to Reverend Mother, for example. A justice could even ennoble their family. However, Romuald and Niels had such a damaged relationship and Niels knew there would no lordships or duchies in his future. 

He would be right, although to save face, Justice Dursten would make Niels Father of the Fates. The protector of the holy city, and oddly enough, the one who would have to clean up the dirty business of Mignola. This involved most of Niels’ ventures like his brothels and black trade connections. He took this as a direct insult. 

As leader of the Fates, Niels would meet Tarley Vilardi, the vice-lieutenant. She would go on to become his primary mistress and act as his bodyguard. Niels exercised most of his flimsy power through her, using her and the Fates she argued onto his side to continue to do his dirty work. 

Justice Dursten would become too busy to fight his nephew. He would instead continue to try and save himself from being equally as stained by covering up the worst of his behavior and stopping what he could. This only proved to further embolden Niels. 

Underneath his uncle’s reign, Niels felt untouchable. Although he lacked a lofty title, he still lived like an unofficial prince and with Tarley Vilardi working for him, much of Mignola still fell beneath his thumb. Niels was also growing tired of the church and felt as if his uncle had turned much of the Conclave against him. If he was not to become a chancellor, if his own blood would not elevate him, he began to look elsewhere to seek titles. 

The boiling point would come with Princess Zurina ana’Frederick Harver’s visit to Mignola to study the occult and ancient religion in 1782. Niels would not hesitate in introducing himself and the two would have a brief affair before she returned to Graza and the Escana Empire where she would find out she was pregnant. 

Although Niels hopes this will be the beginning to a charmed life, dealing with the Escana Empire and the Harver family is much more likely to be his downfall. 

[rushingheadlong]

Make My Life Worthwhile - A Brian x Reader fic

Summary: You always know to expect a few surprises at any Queen party. You just weren’t expecting a surprise like this.

Wordcount: ~3,100

Tags: Brian x f!Reader, a bit Halloween themed but mostly just a lot of fluff

Notes: Written for @generic-fandom-trash​ for the Halloqueen event! I had such a blast writing this, and I really hope you enjoy it! And thanks to @dtfrogertaylor​ for putting together another great event!

You are cordially invited to join Queen for a Halloween Masquerade, the gilded invitation had read. Masks required. Fancy dress optional.

The description had been vague, but Brian assured you that the event was mostly an excuse for Queen to spend as much of the label’s money as they could get away with before setting off on another tour. Judging by the lavishly decorated room that you’ve stepped into, they’ve met that goal quite well.

There’s no mistaking that it is a Halloween party, of sorts. The gothic manor house chosen to host the evening is the perfect backdrop for the festive decorations adorning every surface. Candles flicker in the wall sconces and jack-o’-lanterns grin on every table. And still, somehow the band has made it look decadent rather than trite.

Freddie sidles up next to you, unmistakable even with the opulent mask covering the upper half of his face. He’s dressed as a circus ringmaster, dripping gold and wearing silks, a whip hanging from one hip. He passes you a glass of wine and says, “So, what do you think of our little gathering, Y/N?”

“Well, it’s hardly little,” you point out, though that goes without saying. Nothing Queen does is ever little. “But it is fabulous, Freddie. You’ve outdone yourselves this time.”

“You’ve outdone yourself, darling, in that fabulous dress of yours,” Freddie says. “Has our dear guitarist seen you in it yet?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t seen him since this morning. I only just got here.” The band have been here for most of the day, coerced into doing a round of interviews on the new album as a requirement for the record company paying for the evening.

“Mm, well, when you do find him the rooms upstairs have locks on them,” Freddie says, slyly. “In case you two need a little privacy…”

“Freddie!” you protest, but you’re laughing despite yourself.

Freddie just winks at you and disappears into the crowd with a small wave, leaving you to strike out on your own in search of your boyfriend.

The room is fairly packed, with about three-quarters of the guests wearing costumes and everyone in the required masks. You’re grateful that you chose a simple costume, a medieval-style dress paired with a crown and some dainty jewelry, rather than some of the over-the-top ensembles that others are wearing. You squeeze past a pair of ridiculously oversized fairy wings and wonder how long it’ll take before those get broken on the dancefloor.

It shouldn’t be hard to find Brian and yet it takes you several minutes before you finally spot him across the room. His costume is as simple as yours- clothes he already owned paired with a dark cape, his mask plain black and doing little to hide his identity- but the sight of him still takes your breath away. Even though you’ve been with him for years, in moments like this you’re still overwhelmed by how much you love this man.

And the feeling, it seems is mutual, because although there’s someone standing next to Brian clearly trying to talk to him, Brian only has eyes for you. You watch his face light up in joy when he realizes that you’ve spotted him, and he quickly excuses himself from his conversational partner to make a beeline for you…

...only to be waylaid by someone else after taking barely a few steps forward. And you can see a third person watching from the sidelines, waiting to swoop in for their chance to talk to Brian as well, despite the fact that he keeps glancing at you and clearly doesn’t want to be chatting with anyone.

Luckily there’s no one stopping you as you cross the room and cut into the conversation with a breezy, “So sorry, I have to borrow Mr. May for a moment, important band business, you know how it is…” You usher Brian away with a gentle hand on his back, acting more of a bodyguard than a girlfriend, and you can feel Brian shake with barely-contained amusement.

“C’mon, let’s head outside,” Brian says, ducking his head close to your ear to be heard over the music and the crowd. “Less of a chance of being bothered out there.”

“Good idea.” You veer left, towards the door, tugging Brian along behind you.

Once you’re outside he laughs, bright and happy, and picks you up, spinning you around in a swirl of skirts and laughter. “You are my hero,” he tells you as he sets you back down, and kisses you on one cheek. “If had to answer any more questions I think I would have snapped.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” you say with a laugh. Your mask is slightly askew from Brian’s excited reaction and you reach up to fix it, only to have Brian push your hands away and gently pull it away from you face altogether.

“I’m pretty sure the party rules don’t apply once you’re outside,” he says, tucking the mask into his pocket.

You reach up and tug Brian’s mask off his face. “Then you don’t need to be wearing this either.”

Brian laughs again and says, “Alright, fair enough,” before the door opens suddenly behind you and a small group of partygoers comes stumbling out.

You and Brian both step to the side to let them pass, and Brian jerks his head towards the sprawling grounds behind you. Without anything else needing to be said, you follow him further away from the house and out into the quiet garden.

Even back here there’s evidence of Queen’s presence in the strings of fairy lights along the paths and jack-o’-lantern eyes flickering in the shadows. The windows at the rear of the house have been opened, letting the faint sounds of music and partying drift faintly through the garden, and the candles in the old wrought-iron lanterns bathe everything in a golden glow.

“lt’s lovely back here,” you say as you look around. Even with few plants left blossoming this late in the season, there’s still a certain beauty to the gardens.

“Definitely worth every cent of the label’s money,” Brian jokes. “But they got us back well and good with those interviewers…”

You make a small noise of sympathy and press close to Brian’s side, wrapping one arm around his waist. He smiles down at you, and some of the tension bleeds out of his frame as he drapes an arm across your shoulders. “It wasn’t too bad,” he assures you. “Just long, as it always is.”

“Still, I wish they’d give you a moment’s rest sometimes,” you tell him. “You aren’t recording or on tour, you should have a moment to just breathe.”

“That’s what tonight’s for,” Brian reminds you. “And we have an advantage for once.” You frown in slight confusion and Brian grins, broad and a little wicked, and explains, “The only people who aren’t in costume are journalists or with the label. Makes it easier to spot and avoid ‘em.”

That startles a laugh out of you, loud enough that if anyone else were around they’d be turning to look at you now. But there’s no one else in the gardens, just you and Brian, who’s looking down at you with a pleased sort of expression on his face, delighted by your unrestrained reaction.

“Speaking of costumes, you look beautiful tonight,” Brian continues. He turns so you’re standing face-to-face, and he looks you up and down. There’s nothing salacious in his gaze, but you still find yourself blushing at the attention. “Radiant, even. I saw you when you first walked in and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Compliments from Brian still make your heart flutter, even though you’ve been dating for several years. They’re always sincere and you always know that he means every word he says, no matter how cheesy they would sound coming from anyone else.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself, as you always do,” you tell Brian, though you can’t resist teasing him a little and adding, “Though, I don’t think throwing a cape over clothes you already own exactly counts as a costume…”

“In my defense, I was supposed to be a vampire, but I hated the fake teeth,” Brian explains.

Privately, you think Brian already has the perfect little fangs to complete a vampire costume, but you don’t tell him that. Instead you just smile at him and say, “That’s alright. We match better this way.”

Brian laughs. “That’s true. I can be your loyal servant.” He sweeps down into a dramatic bow, cape fluttering around him. “My lady.”

You giggle and reach for Brian’s hand, pulling him back upright. “I’d much rather have you as my prince,” you say. “Standing by my side, through thick and thin.”

“Why not both?” Brian asks. “I can stand next to you, but I’ll still always take care of you. No matter what.”

Your response is lost in a hitching breath as Brian brings your hand up and kisses it gently. There’s so much tenderness in the action, in his eyes, in the love that radiates out from every fiber of his being that it’s almost too overwhelming to bear, but you can’t seem to look away.

“Brian, I…” you breathe, but you don’t know how the sentence is supposed to end when I love you doesn’t begin to cover the magnitude of what you feel for him.

“Marry me,” Brian says suddenly, unexpectedly, the words coming out in a rush, like Brian wasn’t sure he could say them if he tried to draw it out.

You inhale sharply, caught completely off-guard by the abrupt turn in the conversation. “What? Did you just…?”

“I had this all planned out,” Brian continues quickly. “I was going to do everything right. I have a ring back home, and I was going to take you out to a nice dinner and propose in that park where we had our first date, and everything was going to be perfect, and-”

Brian shakes his head and laughs, just a little, and you can hear his nerves at the edges of it. “But then I saw you tonight, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You could have been wearing a potato sack and I still would have stared. There’s a hundred people in that room and I didn’t care about a single one of them, except for you. So I don’t want to wait for perfect. I don’t want to wait a second longer.”

And you watch, spell-bound, as Brian drops to one knee in front of you, still holding your hand. “Y/N… Will you marry me?”

Everything about this moment should be ridiculous. You’re dressed as some fantasy princess and Brian is wearing a cape, with both of your masks sticking out the top of his trouser pocket. The sound of dance music is still noticeable around you, as are the pumpkins and decorations that mark this evening unmistakably as a Halloween party.

Brian doesn’t even have a ring. All he has is the adoring love in his eyes, and a look of hope on his face... and that’s enough. That’s more than enough.

“Yes,” you say, as if there was ever a chance of you answering otherwise. “Yes, Brian, of course!”

Your voice is a little watery and there are tears of joy pricking at the corners of your eyes but that’s okay, because when you pull Brian back to his feet you can see that his eyes aren’t dry either. You throw your arms around his neck with a small laugh, and even though you’ve kissed Brian a thousand times before you think it’s never been as wonderful as it feels right now.

But then again, you’ve never kissed your fiancé before.

“Oh my god, you’re my fiancé,” you say, the words coming out slightly mumbled against Brian’s lips.

Brian laughs a little, and says, “And you’re my fiancée too.” There’s a note of wonder in his voice and he kisses you again. “God, I love you.”

He takes a small step back and pulls one of his rings off, and slips it onto the ring finger of your left hand. It doesn’t quite fit you, and it’s bulky and heavy on your smaller hand, but you can’t hold back a bright smile at the sight of it.

“It’s perfect,” you say, beaming up at Brian.

“It’ll do, for now at least,” Brian says. He’s still holding your hand, brushing his fingers along the ring, and it sends shivers down your spine. “I should’ve at least waited until I had your proper ring on hand to do this…”

“No,” you interrupt gently, before Brian can start overthinking his actions and ruin his own happiness in this moment. “I’m glad you didn’t wait a second longer, and no amount of planning could have made this a better proposal.”

Brian smiles at you, a little crookedly, and asks, “Even though we’re both wearing ridiculous costumes?” It’s meant as a joke but there’s a hint of insecurity behind it that you can spot a mile away.

“Even with the costumes,” you reassure him. “I don’t care about the location, or what we’re wearing, or whether you had a ring with you or not. I don’t need things to be perfect, Brian. I just need you.” You grin at him and add, mostly teasing, “Besides, it’ll make a great story to tell our kids later.”

Brian makes a small, choked noise and says, in a slightly strained voice, “Let’s get through the wedding before talking about kids.”

You can’t help but laugh at Brian’s wide-eyed and panicked reaction, and you remind him, “We’ve already discussed kids before, remember?” You both agreed that you wanted children, eventually, and that had settled the matter for the time being.

“Yes, but that was before we were engaged and it became a real possibility,” Brian tells you. “I still want children but, well, one thing at a time.”

And Brian has a point there. You have to admit that even though you’re sure that you want a family with Brian, there’s something that’s a little scary about that prospect now that it’s no longer purely theoretical. “Alright, you have a point,” you concede easily enough. “Wedding first, children later.”

“Wedding first, then the honeymoon, and then children,” Brian tells you. You raise an eyebrow at that, and Brian explains, “I don’t care what schedule the record company tries to force on us, I am taking you on a proper honeymoon.”

You can hear the promise in Brian’s voice and you don’t doubt that he fully intends to do everything in his power to keep it, but you also know that life as the lead guitarist in Queen is nothing if not busy and unpredictable.

And nothing proves this fact better than a sudden new voice interrupting the conversation. “Ah, Brian, there you are!”

It’s John who’s quickly making his way over to the two of you. Much like Brian he took a simplistic approach to his costume, opting to come dressed as a skeleton which has the one advantage of allowing him to wear a full-coverage mask, which is currently pushed up and sitting on top of his head. “Sorry to interrupt, but you’re needed back inside. A few more journalists have turned up for interviews.”

“Ten minutes, is it too much to ask for ten minutes of peace?” Brian mutters, his shoulders tightening slightly with tension and irritation.

“Sorry,” John says again, with a small shrug. “But you know how they are.”

Brian looks up at the darkening sky, and takes a deep breath. “Is there any way you can cover for me? Please?” he asks. His voice is even, but it’s clear that it’s taking some control to keep his irritation at bay.

It doesn’t take John to figure out what, exactly, he interrupted. You watch as his eyes flick down to your hand that Brian is still holding, with the ring clearly visible on your left hand, and you can’t hold back a smile as he pieces it all together.

John grins at you and says, “Well, I guess congratulations are in order then. Took you two long enough.”

“Some of us like to take our time with these things,” Brian says, but the jab is good-hearted and some of his annoyance starts to fade away.

“Oh, I didn’t know that tonight’s spontaneity was your idea of taking your time,” you tease. Brian rolls his eyes at you, but he’s smiling again and that counts as a victory in your books.

“You two really are perfect for each other,” John says with a laugh. “Brian, I’ll cover for you with the journalists. In fact, if you just want to head home, I’ll let Roger and Fred know what’s up. I’m sure the two of them would be more than willing to make some distractions to hide your absence.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asks.

You elbow Brian in the side. “Do not question Deacy’s offer. I for one would love to go home and celebrate our new engagement.”

Brian’s face flushes slightly at the implication behind your words, and the flush only deepens when John says, “The rooms upstairs have locking doors, if you’d rather celebrate here.”

“No, no, I think we’ll head home,” Brian says quickly, pointedly ignoring the laughter from both you and John. “Thanks again, John. I owe you one.”

“Consider it your engagement gift,” John says, and he waves goodbye as you and Brian make your escape from the party.

“You know, Freddie’s not going to be happy that we didn’t tell him ourselves,” Brian says idly, as the two of you head towards the car park. “Roger will probably forgive us, considering the circumstances, but we’ll hear about this from Fred.”

You give Brian a wholly unimpressed look. “Would you rather go back and tell him yourself, then?”

“Absolutely not,” Brian says firmly. The two of you have reached his car and as he unlocks the doors he gives you a wide, and somewhat wicked grin, and adds, “The only thing I want to do is get home, and show you exactly how much I love you.”

You and Brian are sneaking away from Queen’s Halloween party, newly-engaged and still in your own costumes. There is no reason that the tiniest bit of innuendo should turn you on, but because it’s Brian it somehow does.

So you grab Brian by the front of his shirt and pull him into a quick, but fierce, kiss. “Well then, Mr. May,” you breathe, hot against his lips. “What exactly are you waiting for?”

[sweetpxsin]

Stray Kids Felix Prince AU!

Requested: Anon

Member: Lee Felix

Plot:Could you write a Felix Prince AU? I’m not sure if you want more detail but if you do just ask!

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Note: my aunt and mom were yelling at each other in Tagalog so sorry if this  doesn’t make sense.

[ Masterlist ]

•Felix was a very famous prince

•not one person in the kingdom didn’t know who the young boy was

•he was known as the little boy who had stolen the hearts of the kingdom with his bright little smile and colorful personality

•He would pull harmless pranks on the guards

•have playful debates with the old lady down the street, who owned his favorite bakery

•and got along quite well with the  kids of the kingdom

•he was the sweetest and was always looking for opportunities to help around the palace

•Like helping the maids clean up after a meal, or tend to the garden, running errands for his parents and occasionally playing alongside the guards

•his favorite being the rather tall and father like one by the name Christopher

•he was a curious boy and every opportunity to turn something into an adventure was what he’s best at

•especially with a palace so large it wasn’t hard for this imagination to take over

•one day he would be down running the halls pretending to be running away from a dragon and the next he would be play sword fighting with the guards

•a cunning young boy he was indeed

•he was living life lavishly in his youth

•not a day going by without laughter and adventure

•so one might ask where his “downfall” might of spurred from

•how could such a cunning young boy turn into one that barely talked and could care less about stepping a foot out of his room

•Some were quick to blame it on puberty

•while  others had assumed the young boy was subject to an arranged marriage

•but it was only natural with age that Felix would understand the gravity of his position as prince

•His parents had arranged  a marriage not for him but for the kingdoms sake

•He had met your family at the age of 8

•and it was a family he would not forget no matter how much he tried

•Your family’s kingdom was wealthier

•making it obvious the marriage was set to strengthen his families power and ensure Felix would continue to live easily

•Your parents were dressed in fancy clothes that were far more extravagant than what the meeting called for, and you were no exception

•You wore white with white lace and gold accents

•you made him look as if he was a common person in his own kingdom

•but honestly he could care less about kingdom status, or the whole Prince life more than ever right now

•It was unfair, he had barely started even living and everything was being taken away for his parents personal interest

•and that  was all that ran through his mind as he sat through that meeting

•teeth chewing at the inside of his cheek to keep him from saying something he’d regret

•and at first he thought maybe you’d be the same

•not wanting to get married so soon and perhaps you two could bond over that and have a good friendship that could later be decided as nothing more or as more

•but no you sat there annoyingly proper, face neutral unless you were called to flash your perfectly trained smiled

•and once your parents shooed the both of you off “to get to know each other”

•he had hoped maybe it was just an act

•but your perfectly structured introduction annoyed him to the core

•you had said “Hello, my name is (full name) nice to meet you” with your hand perfectly stuck out to him

•it had annoyed him to no ends that he looked at your hand and simply brush you off, not forgetting to throw a burning glare in your direction

•he was annoyed at how you seemed perfectly fine with this whole proper royalty act

•as if you were higher, better, greater

•like you were brainwashed into the system no trace of child like innocence in you with no questions or rebellion

•had you not known the life they were about to rip out of your hands all for selfishness?

•but whether you knew or not Felix had already decided

•He disliked you and he hated being royalty the most

•the following months would be filled with dinners, meetings and parties

•none that he wanted to go to but had no power to refuse

•and most of the time he spent his time avoiding your gaze giving his parents annoyed grunts and hard glares

•till one day he decided he didn’t want to leave his room

•he stayed there despite their pleases and threatened to scream if they dare forced him to leave

•and that’s where it all started with his own little way of showing his parents his strong disapproval of the marriage

•But still they paid no mind to their sons’ rebellion in hopes that he would understand sooner or later in future

•a thought that would come in vain as he aged

•However that didn’t not stop the arrangement and his parents could no longer allow him to lock himself in the room

•Having matured a bit Felix would sit in a silence barely listening to what was being discussed

•Something he’d regret when he woke up to you in the dining hall helping the maids

•He’d be shocked but mostly disgusted

•the both of you were just teens had your parents not realized how young the both of you were?

•despite knowing why you were here he couldn’t help the harsh words from slipping from his lips

•”Why the hell are you here?”

•”I’m here because of our parents. My family has sent me to live here.”

•”To live here huh?”

•His voice was sarcastic and dripping with venom

•He could barely look at you, you’re words were so emotionless as if you were a program, pathetic  

•”Felix, sit down and eat we’ll dis-”

•”I don’t want to discuss anything.”

•and with that he turned on his heels and left

•and from that day forward Felix was colder than he had ever been, emotions vacant from his face

•making the atomposhere around the both of you thick and uneasily

•but it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to approach him wanting to genuinely get to know him

•he was just so  stubborn telling you it’d be better if you both lead separate lives

•so here you were in a kingdom with nobody but yourself to console with

•You remembered vividly the day you arrived and sat at your vanity mindlessly brushing your hair, the night was cold but your loneliness was colder

•it’s not like you wanted this either and if you were given the choice you would have stopped this

•Felix hated you and you knew that but what were you supposed to do when his mother called you to plan the wedding?

•So here you were attempting to have a conversation with someone who would never have an ounce of care for you, while planning a wedding you weren’t even excited for and spending your nights lonelier than ever

•each moment you spent with Felix was suffocating and by the time he left your side you found yourself letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

•and each day you tried to get to know him despite it coming to no avail

•till one day he couldn’t take your pushing

•”Just shut up already. Stop acting like you care about me it pitiful, you don’t care about what’s going to happen to us! You just let it happen like the dumb brainwashed royalty you are!”

•his words stung and your face showed

•”Felix I-”

•”I said shut up!”

•under normal circumstance you would have been the prim proper did as you’re told child your parents had groomed you to be

•but you were to caught up in your own mix of emotions to even think about the words that left your mouth

•”You think I wanted this too?! That I just wanted to walk into your life through an arrangement? Felix if I had the fucking choice I wouldn’t be here missing my family, trying to talk to someone who could care less about my existence and spend all my nights engulfed by loneliness!”

•Your eyes pointlessly  searched his face for his emotions, but nothing but emotionless eyes peered down at you

•You looked hysterical probably the most emotions Felix had seen from you and yet he didn’t seem to care

•Deciding your pride wasn’t worth getting hurt over such an asshole you spun on your heel and left making it a point to slam the door on the way out

•a sigh escaped between the prince’s lips as he headed up the grand staircase and into his room

•there he made his way to his balcony to watch your form retreat into the castle's garden

•three rapid knocks echoed through his room and without much thought he allowed them entry

•”Good evening prince.”

•”Chris how many times do I have to tell you not to call me pri-”

•”Where is the prince/princess?”

•”The Garden”

•a small chuckle followed by a quick sigh left the older males lips as he stood near the prince leaned over the railing

•”To think you’d be a charming fellow.”

•”What is that supposed to mean?”

•”Give them a chance lix they're not what you made them out to be, believe it or not.”

•a grunt left the young princes lips before he received a light shove to the back of his head

•”I mean it.”

•Still facing the garden Felix stared out for a little longer before retreating into his room

•You returned later in the night purely because the light jacket around you was not suffice enough to keep you warm

•Even though you wished Felix had cared enough to have waited for your return you heart didn’t sink when you walked straight into your room no one to stop you to see if you were okay

•that night you found it even harder to sleep and you woke up later than you normally would

•the kitchen smelt of breakfast and you couldn’t help but feel the guilt cradled in the pit of your stomach for not being able to help the maids

•they had probably been the nicest to you since you first moved in and it was the least you could do as a form of gratitude

•though an unfamiliar sight caught you by surprise when you fully entered the dining room

•Felix took your place in helping them, and it was probably the first time you saw him smile

•and for a moment you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight before remembering he hated you

•not really wanting to make your presence know you cautiously stepped towards the table, terrified when the male made eye contact with you

•you were expecting to be told off or see his demeanor instantly drop and were taken aback when he sported a much smaller smile before setting down your plate

•”Good moring…”

•”G-Good morning, Felix.”

•You cursed yourself for stuttering and sat rather uncomfortably at the table

•You were unsure if he was being sincere or was being forced but either way you couldn’t relax till he spoke up first

•”What are your plans today?”

•”I- Uhm.. Your mom scheduled another wedding planning today.”

•You were expecting him to slam down his utensils and curse you for ruining the moment but without missing a beat he continued the conversation

•”What time is it? Shall I join you?”

•”Only if you’d like, it’s at 8:45 AM.”

•”I guess we should hurry then.”

•You swore your heart skipped a beat

•And after breakfast you felt shy, as all eyes were on you, well more on figure next to you

•It was the first time Felix had made the time to accompany you in one of these meetings so of course all eyes were on him as he peered at the moodboards and different fabrics

•You would have said he looked gorgeous but intimidating if he hadn’t sheepishly turned to you asking what all this meant

•and after some explanation the process of planning continued  

•that night you stayed up absentmindedly coming your hair trying to comprehend what had just happened

•had your words truly gotten him to have a change of heart?

•either way your thoughts were disrupted by the rapid knocks at your door before it opened

•”(y/n)?”

•”O-Oh Felix.”

•You hadn’t heard your name in probably weeks and the way it just perfectly rolled of his tongue made butterflies dance in your tummy though you wouldn’t have dared to tell anyone

•”Am I bothering you?”

•He entered upon seeing the slight shake of your head and only then did you see the small bouquet of flowers

•Noticing your gaze was not on him but the flowers in his hands he instantly raised it, a timid hand instinctively scratching the back of his head

•”About yesterday...I’m sorry I never gave you a chance and decided to create a narrative about you despite not even knowing you.”

•”Felix…” You gratefully took  the flowers in your hands before noticing something peculiar

•”Saw you by these flowers last night and decided you might like them, but goodnight (y/n).”

•”Felix wait.”

•”Yes?”

•”Thanks.”

•”Don’t mention it.”

•and with that his form left your room, gently closing the door

•Dipping your nose into the bouquet you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face as you did so

•As time passed Felix slowly became more open

•your conversations going beyond exchacing a few words

•he started to join you on your trips outside of the castle, to the garden, and wedding planning

•your nights were no longer alone and from time to time Felix would be daring enough to spend the night with you

•”Stop you’re gonna make me fall asleep.” You whined as the male ignored your protest and continued to run his fingers through your hair

•”But that’s cute.”

•”And I want to talk to you more.”

•”Then talk to me until you fall asleep, sleeping beauty.”

•You couldn’t help but roll your eyes before peering up at the boy who played with your hair a soft smile on his lips as he looked down at you, your head rested on his lap

•”Felix.”

•”hm?”

•”Do you ever wish you weren’t royalty?”

•”Don’t be silly, if I wasn’t royalty I wouldn’t have met you.”

•”You don’t have to lie.” You pouted taking your eyes off his not fully able to trust his words

•”Before, but if I was lying right now would I do this?”

•”Do what?” You turned to look at the boy a mischievous look on his face, before he brought his face down to yours

•”May I?”

•Without much thought you nodded and his lips pressed against yours gently

•his lips tasted like sweets and you couldn’t help but giggle when the kiss had ended

•”What’s so funny?” He pouted and you wanted nothing more than to kiss again as your giggles doubled

•”Nothing, I just love you.” a your hands gently cupped his face before pulling him down into another sweet and short kiss, this time leaving a wide smile on his lips

•”You love me?”

•”More than Chris loves work.”

•”Good because I love you so much more.”

[awildkingsley]

For cute couple asks: Every multiple of 5.

this is long so i’m doing a read more

5. Were you already close friends before going out as a couple?NOPE LOL we met on tinder and were obsessed with each other from the first date tbh

10. Are you engaged? If yes, describe your proposal. If no, what ring would you like?we aren’t engaged but i’m not picky about a ring. i wouldn’t want her to spend a shit ton of money on something that i won’t be able to wear because of my future field of work ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. What fictional couples would you compare yourselves to?jake peralta and amy santiago tbh for the dorkiness

20. Top 5 fav things about your partner.1. her smile2. her infallible selflessness3. her adorable laugh4. the fact that she’s 100% open to communication about EVERYTHING5. how in touch with her emotions she is

25. What personality traits does your partner find most attractive about you?she’s told me before that she loves how motivated i am and also that im also open about feelings and communication.

30. Innocently or not, where do you like your partner to touch you?honestly i melt when she puts her arms around my waist like ughbut also when she touches my face or my chest

35. What is your partner’s scent like?i feel like its impossible to describe her scent because it’s like… it’s HER. like everyone has their own scent.

40. What’s one of your favourite memories as a couple?our first date was so darn cute honestly i wanna say that but i think my favorite was when we went to prom and danced for hours together. i never wanted the night to end.

45. How do you both like to kiss?apparently we don’t because all we do is go in for a kiss and then lick each other because we’re annoying

50. Do you have unique ringtones/images for each other on your phones?not ringtones because i’m lazy but my picture for her is an inside joke and i think her picture for me is just a selfie of mine lol

55. Do you express your love lavishly or discreetly?discreetly i think. we’re very all about touching and kissing and telling each other how much we love each other rather than being super OVER THE TOP about it? 

60. Fav things to do together on a sunny day?probably go to the beach! or generally just like. walking around lol

65. You have a whole weekend to yourselves and 500 in cash- what do you do?tbh we’d find a convention to go to or something probably

70. Has your relationship changed at all since it first started?i think so! we’ve become way more goofy and waaaay more open with each other.

75. How have you both made a positive impact on each other’s lives?she’s told me that i encouraged her as far as going back to school goes. and she encourages me with everything in my life, and my self esteem has gotten much better since i met her. also she makes me WAY more outgoing than i was before. every impact she’s had on me has been positive tbh

80. What TV shows do you like to watch together?b99, the fall (which we really need to get back into) 

85. How do you both keep in touch when you’re away from each other?honestly we hardly do, because when our schedules work, we’re together in person LOL but when we’re apart, at least one of us is at work at all times so we try to text but it doesnt always work for us

90. What characters do you play as together when playing multiplayer games?uhhh the only multiplayer games we play involve squishy dough boys and animals so

95. Who would win in an arm-wrestling contest?we’d both wimp out. we both soft af

100. If you were both animals what would you be? Would you be the same animal?i dont even know what animal i’d be, never mind her LOL

105. If you were both ingredients, what would each of you be and what would be the resulting recipe? (e.g. PB & jelly sandwich)wtf kind of question is this we’d be like... mac n cheeseim the mac shes the cheese bc shes the good part

110. What are some imperfections that your partner loves about you?i’m super self conscious about my teeth but she always tells me she loves my smile which makes me so so happy 

115. What is something you love that your partner hates?CREAM CHEESE IN SUSHI. FIGHT ME BABE.

120. When was a time that your relationship was put to the test?i don’t think it really has been put to the test tbh? but i mean i guess the closest thing would be the fact that both of us have drama that happens in our lives and like in our first month of dating there was a whole week or two where we both had health problems, i was in hospital, and yeah LOL125. How did you first reveal to people that you were going out?uh we pretty much just told people LOL130. Has your relationship affected any of your relations with others?not really? i wouldn’t think so

135. If you both got married, what would you want your wedding to be like?probably small! i want us to have a great honeymoon tbh140. Got any relationship advice?dude be with someone that makes you want to be a better person. be with someone who encourages you in everything you do, someone who makes you excited to live life. don’t settle for a shitty person just because you want to date someone. i’ve settled for the shittiest relationships and like... i’m finally in a relaitonship that makes me HAPPY and with someone who i actually feel loves me as much as i love them and that’s an insane feeling.