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Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Courting Headcanons

Edgin Darvis

Definitely tries to serenade you all the time

Talks about you non-stop to everyone when you're not there

Is always giving you compliments

Rides / walks alongside you to talk to you

Listens to you over everyone else

Asks you to join him and the group on their adventure

Is ecstatic when you agree to join

Tries to hold your hand when he's nervous

Literally jumps for joy when you make a move on him

Gets you your favorite foods / drinks at pubs

Physical contact >> any other way of doing things

When splitting up to do things, he will decide that the "only person" who is fit to go with him is you

Holga Kilgore

Protects you no matter what

Rides / walks behind you just incase

Gives you weapons as a present

Is almost always by your side

Likes to have you in her sight at all times

Volunteers to go with you when the group needs to split up

Jumps in front of you when in battle

When in pubs, she'll sit across from you with your favorite drink and you guys will talk about everything for a really long time

Likes when you compliment her on small things (her eyes, her hair, ect.)

Lets you hold her hand when you get scared / nervous

Xenk Yendar

Is absolutely horrible at showing he likes you

Actually scared of how he was feeling around you until he talked to Edgin about it

Has Edgin as a wingman

Gives you gifts a lot (Jewelry, satchels, holsters, ect.)

Offers to go with you on missions

Takes you back with him when he leaves the group

Gives you a place to stay

Is actually really good at calming you down

You sleep in the same bed

When you want to go exploring, he comes with you

Helps you with your problems

His love language is acts of service/ quality time and he thinks it's yours too

Doric

Freaks out because of her feelings for you

Doesn't really court you in a normal way

Acts of service >>>

Gives you like, things from the woods / nature as gifts (flowers, leaves, ect.)

Tells Simon that she thinks she likes you, and he almost told you on the spot the next time he saw you

Freaks out when she sees you for the first time after she realizes she likes you

When the battle at the end of the movie is done, she gives you a handshake cause she's nervous

Simon has to tell you that she likes you (which she freaks out at him for telling you)

Simon Aumar

Knew immediately after seeing you that he liked you

LITERALLY ASKED IF HE COULD COURT YOU

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to take a chance in courting you? 🥺"

Got super excited while talking to you and that's how Edgin found out that he was courting you

Talks about you non-stop

Up talks you to literally everyone he's ever talked to after you guys met

Preforms magic tricks for you and fails about 50% of the time

Gives you his cloak when you get cold even though he's cold too

Would protect you with his life

Likes to give you gifts

Will buy things if they remind him of you

Likes to listen to you talk

When you "accidentally" mentioned that you enjoyed him courting you, he fell backwards off his chair

A/N: That's it!! If you want more for a specific character please don't hesitate to ask :D

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Just watched Honor Among Thieves a few days ago and HELLO??? Where are all my Simon and Xenk fics at????

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Cruel Trick of Fate - Xenk Yendar Imagine [Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves]

Title: Cruel Fate

Pairing: Xenk Yendar X Reader

Word Count: 1,508 words

Warning(s): self-image issues (i think that's a good way to describe it), mention of attack

Summary: Xenk saves the life of a person in need. (Y/n)'s time spent healing brings the duo exceptionally closer than either of them considered to be possible.

Author's Note: I don't know if I'm surprised that this is happening or not.

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My story truly begins when I woke up in what I assumed was a cave.

I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. And once I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I realized those facts and shoved myself out of the bed.

I scrambled, doing a circle in the hopes of getting some kind of hold on my surroundings. It didn't do much.

I reached over blindly, grabbing a stick of some kind that I could use as a makeshift weapon.

"You shouldn't be moving around."

I jumped when I heard a voice. I held out my arms, trying to look more threatening to the man than I actually was.

"You hit your head," he said. "You should sit down before your head begins to hurt again."

"Who are you and where am I," I asked. "And why did you bring me here?"

"My name is Xenk Yendar, this is my home, and you were attacked," he answered simply.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "That didn't actually answer my final question."

"Your head was hurt," he repeated. "By the creature that attacked you. Do you not remember?"

"Head injuries can impact memory," I replied. "Shocking, I know."

"I do not find that shocking at all," his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

"I was being- it wasn't- why am I explaining the concept of language to you," I scolded myself more than I truly spoke to him. "Let me go."

"I cannot do that in good conscience," he shook his head. "How are you feeling?"

"I- I'm fine," I blinked a few times when a spiking pain shot through my head, finding a place in my temple to continuously remind me of its presence. "I want to go home."

"If I allow you to do that and you end up even more hurt on the trip, then I would never be able to forgive myself."

"Then you can guide me, how's... how's that?"

I must've swayed a bit when I spoke.

Xenk stepped forward, only stopping when I shakily pointed the stick at him.

"You are threatening me with a stick and are clearly weak, please sit down," he pleaded.

I closed my eyes, my face scrunching up a bit as I did so. I felt him pull the stick from my hands before guiding me to sit back down on the bed.

"I will be right back."

I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, not acknowledging his comment.

At the time, I decided that the entire event was decided by some cruel act of fate.

It felt like I spent ages with Xenk.

At first, I was angry. Dismissive. I made my discomfort very well known. The more that I looked back on that time, the more stunned I am that Xenk never told me to leave. He refused to give up on me until I was fully healed.

I did eventually begin to calm down. Anger and annoyance became something close to indifference. It was all much calmer. We would eat together, conversations were less awkward, and my constant need to fight or run seemed to dissipate.

When that indifference changed, I wanted to refuse that it happened.

It felt strange to think that such a change had happened. Ridiculous.

It was so much easier for me to ignore it happened at all.

And then, Xenk came back with a wound on his arm.

I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked in.

"Are you alright," I asked.

He nodded. "Just need to take care of this."

I watched him for a while as he cleaned his wound and attempted to take care of it. It didn't seem like a very intense wound, but it did seem a bit difficult for him to take care of.

It took me far too long to finally step in.

"Alright, stop," I walked over and swatted his hand away. "I may go mad watching your stubbornness."

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "How would my supposed stubbornness cause you to lose- you were figurative!"

"Yes," I nodded as I moved his arm. He hissed a bit. "Does that hurt?"

"Not at all," he replied, voice slightly strained.

I rolled my eyes before walking around him and sitting behind him on the mattress. He was able to lower his arm and I was still able to properly take care of his wound.

I remained quiet as I wrapped his arm. I was the youngest in my family. My experience with tending to wounds was minuscule. But I could do some of the bare minimum.

"How is that," I asked quietly after pulling my hands away.

"Better than I could have done on my own," he mumbled.

It was then that I noticed how... strange the moment felt. We were so close and it all felt so... intimate.

We fell silent again. We both seemed fixated on watching each other's eyes. As if we were attempting to read each other's minds before either one of us made a mistake.

I nodded somewhat awkwardly before going to stand from my spot. "I... I think I am going to make us both some tea. I know that it won't heal you, but it certainly couldn't hurt."

I went to walk away, but his good hand stopped me, catching my wrist before I could get too far away from him. I stopped, turning back to him.

"What is it," I asked quietly.

He blinked a few times as if suddenly realizing what he had actually done. "I... I'm afraid that I don't truly know. I'm sorry."

He let go of my wrist, still stunned by himself.

I paused for a moment. After contemplating my choices, I stepped closer to him. He looked up at me.

My eyes moved up to his forehead. I don't know why. I think holding eye contact with him was simply too intense. I heard him sigh as my eyes moved. He must have assumed that I was staring at the mark decorating his skin and not just trying to cope with my own emotions.

"That is why it has taken you so long to fully trust me," he muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"The symbol of Szass Tam," he explained, looking away from me. "Some part of me will always be lost to it. I am closer to a monster than not... it is why you were so hesitant to trust me."

"No," I shook my head. "No, no, Xenk. That is not true."

He looked at me again.

"I didn't trust you because I was hurt and found myself in a strange place with a person that I had never met before," I corrected. "It was a very understandable reaction. But once I got to know you, I trusted you more. I cannot think of a single moment that the symbol on your forehead was what determined how I felt about you.

"You are also far from any kind of monster. You are a hero. You have saved many people, you protected me when you didn't even know my name, you have vowed yourself to a life helping others. I don't know a monster that would ever do such a thing."

Xenk seemed to scan every inch of my face, waiting for some sign that I was being dishonest. I reached up, gently running my thumb over the mark on his forehead. He took a deep breath, eyes falling shut as I did.

"Silly thing, really," I muttered. "I didn't even notice it when we first met. Did you know that?"

"Really?"

I nodded. "I was a little too focused on other things... like figuring out what had happened."

"When did you notice it," he asked.

"We were having dinner. That first night," I said. "I was refusing to eat until you did, so I had nothing to focus on other than you. That's when I started making out the symbol. I just... I couldn't bring myself to care about it."

"Why?"

"Don't know," I shrugged. "Instinct... fate?"

"I do not understand why fate would prevent you from caring."

"Maybe fate didn't want me to leave," I replied. "If I cared about the mark, then I would have."

"And why would fate not want you to leave?"

I could see something cross his face. Some small, knowing look. I bit back a growing smile at the idea. There was this air of safety and comfort. Security in whatever choice I made next.

I took a deep breath before leaning down and gently pressing my lips to his. I felt the hand of his uninjured arm reach up and touch the hand not resting on his face.

It was only a few moments before I pulled away. I slowly grinned at him. He smiled back at me.

"I'm glad that fate kept you from leaving," he muttered.

I chuckled. "So am I."

I leaned forward and kissed him again.

Quite a cruel trick that fate decided to play, wasn't it?

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Author's Note: I just wanna brag about the fact that I managed to guess where this movie was filmed while I was watching it with a friend. It was the coolest thing I've done in a long time.

Also, that I kept making comparisons between this movie and Ella Enchanted, but that's not really as cool.

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Y/N cuddles with a tiny kitten…

Edgin: aww look at you. Got a cat?

Y/N: nope

Edgin: then what’s-

The kitten morphs back into Doric…

Doric: do you mind?

Doric’s tail swishes happily as she cuddles with Y/N…

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Request: (From my previous DnD: Honor Among Thieves post) Love these! Would love to also see some for Forge pls? And maybe Sofina aswell?

A/N: Yeah I can do that!

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Courting Headcanons

Bad Guys

Forge Fitzwilliam

Realized he likes you but he never actually knew what to do

Gives you money all the time

Literally the definition of "here's my card"

Treats you like royalty

You get to do anything you want around the castle, just don't try and get into the vault

Tells you about his journeys with Edgin and the group

Is overjoyed when he realizes you're courting him too

Giving gifts is his love language, let him shower you with them 🙏

Takes you anywhere you want to go

Sofina

She has never been in love before, so she has absolutely no idea what she's feeling

Doesn't actually court you

Doesn't even tell you she has feelings for you

You figure out that she likes you from a page written and left on a table in her room

"I have this odd feeling in my chest and my gut when around Y/N, which I have no idea why or where it came from." - Excerpt of the page

You start courting her instead

A/N: That's it!! If you want more headcanons for a specific character from Honor Among Thieves, or headcanons for a different fandom, let me know :D

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Requests page ;P (OPEN)

Some info for requesting fics from me! :]

Currently writing for these fandoms (bound to change as I get into/out of fandoms):

OFMD

Umbrella Academy

Fallout TV Show (+Travis Miles bc I love him)

9-1-1

Sweet Tooth

Gravity Falls

Will write:

x readers (any gender)

Angst

Fluff <3

Suggestive themes

Romantic and platonic relationships

Will not write:

Explicit Smut (might change in the future)

Sensitive topics (r*pe, stalking, yandere)

Non-canon character x character ships (I’m just really bad at them ok)

Incest (especially in the case of Umbrella Academy 😭)

Specific Exceptions:

I will not be writing romantic fics for Izzy Hands. I KNOW people love him, but I absolutely suck at writing him in a romantic setting and I’m unable to do him justice 😭

Whew sorry for writing so much, gotta make sure I’ve explained myself properly lol. If anything you want to request isn’t listed above, lmk! :]

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Doric: my human parents didn’t want a tiefling child

Y/N: I want a tiefling

Doric:

Y/N: I-I mean I’d like to have a tiefling child. It’s not like I find you extremely attractive or anything. Youregorgeous what?

Doric: you seem awkward…and cute. I like you

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Request: Forge x fem! reader where he finds out that reader is pregnant. He isn't sure what to do at first, or how exactly to react, but once the baby is out, he is completely enamored with the child. Forge never realized he wanted to be a father until he became one.

A/N: Yeah I can totally do that!!

Forge x pregnant!female reader

Summary: Reader is pregnant, by Forge, and he isn't entirely sure how to react or how to be a good father. Once Reader gives birth, Forge is over the moon with his new child and finally realizes the joy of fatherhood.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of child birth, Forge is a great father, reader is married to Forge, LITTLE BABY GIRL (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Extras: Just to make sure everyone is aware, I have never experienced pregnancy / child birth, as I am a man. I will write this the best I can, given my knowledge on the subject. If anything I've written here seems off, or I am false with some of the things I've written, please don't hesitate to correct me so I can fix my mistakes! Also this will be short!

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There was a rustle in the blankets on Y/N's bed as she heard Forge shift beside her. It was late at night, the only light in the room was the one from the moon shining through the curtains of their bedroom. It had been a good three months since she and Forge had found out that she was pregnant. So equally speaking, she had been about five or six months pregnant. Y/N slowly lifted the covers off of herself and swung her feet over the bed. The baby kicked, and Y/N jerked forward in pain. She groaned in pain, waking Forge up in the process. Forge sat up in bed and ran a hand through his hair quickly before he moved over and sat beside his wife.

"Are you alright, darling?"

Y/N nodded, smiling softly at her husband before setting her head on his shoulder. "Yes, I'm alright. Just the baby kicking.."

Forge grimaced before returning his face back to a smile. He pressed a kiss on Y/N's cheek, and helped her out of bed to get to the bathroom.

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Time passes slowly, and painfully for Y/N as she hobbled around with the baby in her. The months passed even slower than imagined, and soon it was time for her to give birth to the little baby!

After hours of excruciating pain, the baby was out and cleaned. A nurse handed the little baby girl to Y/N, and she smiled tiredly at her daughter. The nurses spoke amongst themselves before one of them asked what the baby was going to be named.

"Uhm..." Y/N stared at her baby, unprepared. She furrowed her brow, and then Forge spoke up.

"What if we named her Theodosia? After your late grandmother?"

"Oh I actually really like that... Little baby Theodosia.." Y/N spoke to her baby with the name on her lips, and smiled. The nurse wrote down Theodosia and then they all left Forge and Y/N alone in the company of their baby. Y/N glanced over at Forge, seeing that he was crying. She turned her full gaze to him and frowned.

"Aw baby, what's wrong?"

"I just didn't.... I didn't know if I wanted to be a father.." Forge began, wiping his tears off his face quickly. "But, but then I saw her and knew I was willing to try to be a good father for her.."

Y/N's eyes widened for a second before she smiled, pulling Forge into a soft kiss.

"You'll be a great father, darling."

It's done!!! I know it's short but if you guys want a part two where you guys raise Theodosia, I can definitely make this a series! Pregnancy isn't really my writing strong suit, but I'll make sure to do some research so I can be more equipped for next time I have to write it :D

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Y/N keeps caressing Doric’s horns…

Edgin: you’re okay with that, Doric?

Doric: yes. I love it when Y/N touches my horns

Holga: I can tell. Your tail betrays you

Doric’s tail swishes back and forth happily…

Y/N: I love it when your tail swishes like that

Doric giggles…

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Simon Aumar Courting Headcanons

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

He's just a pathetic little guy, and you like that in a man.

Truly, he tried to "impress you with some magic" the first time you met and he was such a spectacular failure, it was almost charming.

Cute as he accidentally sent himself flying upward in a panic, hitting a tree limb and knocking himself unconscious.

He was not awake to witness your laughing as Holga carried his limp, dirt covered body back to the horses.

Also very charming that he outright asked your permission to court you, with a bundle of wildflowers her spent an hour rooting through for the nicest ones.

He always makes sure to ride or walk beside you so you can talk while journeying.

Is the one to ask you to "officially" join their adventuring party because of your "indispensable skillset we have been utterly lacking"

Not to say this all went smoothly, "cute klutz" can go so far but his pessimism towards everything can grate on your nerves horribly at times. Especially when you try to talk him up and tell him otherwise and he shoots you down on everything.

He is also a pushover and despite complaining about the group making him pay for a round of drinks or dinner, he doesn't actually try to stop it.

Sometimes you'll lightly wack him upside the head for that, and then he wont stop quietly complaining how you wounded him

He is ecstatic and flabbergasted when you actually agree to him courting you, he's not sure what to do. Never thought he'd get this far.

He asks Doric what to do, or more, what he did wrong when attempting to court her.

Edgin unhelpfully praises him during that, telling him to "Learn from you failures, or you'll never stop failing.

"It'll never work out, they're too cool for you." - Holga

"Thank you all for your utter confidence in me, good pep talk from my closest friends."

"We're your only friends."

Simon definitely grows on you though, he's enjoyable to be around for the most part, rather sensible, and rather cute when he smiles as something actually goes right for once.

He truly tries his best while courting you, attempting (failing) to be romantic, showing you he would be a good partner, absolutely floored when you return some of those actions with your own.

He is your personal hype man. Talks you up to anyone there to listen, how good you are in battle, in your skillset, and anything else even if you're really not.

He's a wizard, wizard's are very squishy, and he all but swoons when you protect him in the midst of battle. Successfully hits his target while fully distracted watching at you.

Very flustered and keeps asking the others "You saw that right? They were protecting me, you saw that? What do you think it means?"

"Aren't you already courting?"

Ever the gentleman and will offer you his supplies while camping, from his food to his cloak if you're cold, while he is visibly freezing and already singed the edges with a warming spell.

Instead you offer to cuddle him by the fire *that Holga started* and he's sure the blood rushing to his face will keep him plenty warm, thank you.

Extremely faithful and only has eyes for you, Doric says it's gross and asks how you can stand it. Edgin helps him write a song for you.

He tries to serenade you with it, and it is. Horrid. Clenching your teeth listening to him until he realizes how bad this is going and stops. You try to tell him it wasn't that bad but the chorus of your friends chiming in with their honest reviews-

One day you tell him "I think this courtship is going well." and he falls off the rock he was sitting next to you on.

Love is not mentioning that as you offer him a hand back up. He is feeling GREAT the rest of the day.

"Alright loverboy, calm down." - Holga

He trips and falls on his face.

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i’m so in love with xenk yendar it’s a problem,,, anyways i was wondering if you could do a (surprise surprise) xenk yendar x cleric reader where the reader’s been ignoring their own injuries to take care of others and he calls them out on it?

Caring for you (xenk yender x cleric reader)

Your and Xenk callings were very similar. To protect and care for all you met. He by the blade and you by your magic. It was your job to use you powers to heal those who needed it.

"My love?"

But that does mean you sometimes neglect your own needs.

"My love you need to rest."

"No there are still those who need my help."

Xenk wraps and arm around your shoulder.

"You are unwell. You body is exhausted. My love you are pushing yourself too hard."

His eyes are soft as he cradles your chin in his hands forces your eyes to met him.

"Please my love you cannot care for others whole you are so weak. You must care for yourself too."

You wanted to answer him but the guilt in his eyes finally convinced you.

"If it is what you want I'll rest."

He smiles lighting up his whole face. It there's one thing Xenk loves more than the care of others it's to care for you.

"May I then take care of you myself?"

"Of course Xenk. I wouldn't have it another way."

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Great, now I have to wait week(s) until the fanfiction writers start.

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Dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

◦°´*•.¸♡ 𝕩𝕖𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣 𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ♡¸.◦°˚°◦☙

Note : I was a little tired of write part 3 of siren reader x xenk because I wanted a little break . So I thought of what it be like to be xenk wife :) I hope you enjoy ! English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes not proofread

Genre : pure fluff

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" hhhhmmm " I stretch as I felt the warm sun on my skin. I looked around to see that my husband side of the bed was empty. He most have gotten up early I thought . I've been married to a xenk for 3 years now and being his wife is the best decision I ever made.

I get dressed and made the bed before going down stairs to see my husband makeing breakfast

" good morning dear " I greated my husband grabbing a towel and a bucket of water from the barrel to clean myself up and head towards the sink

" good morning love, breakfast will be done after you washed up " xenk said in the sweetest voice ever.

" you know you could have wake me up so I could help you with making breakfast dear. " I said while I washing my face and dry myself with the towel .

" now why would I disturb my wife of her sleep? You look so peaceful sleeping , I couldn't bring myself to wake you up " xenk said ,my heart melted at his honey like words .

" do you want your eggs scramble this time? " he asked after getting two eggs

" okay " I said , getting the table ready for breakfast . Xenk is scrambling the eggs .

" here you go " I gave him a bowl to put the eggs in

" thanks love " he grabbed it from my hand and kisses my forehead

after having breakfast I gather the plates and bowl to the sink. Xenk handed me a bucket of water and help me with the dishes. I told him I can do it but him having a kind soul insist on helping. Not only did he helped me with the dishes he also help me around the house.

I've been in the wood for about an hour now to see what I can hunt for tonight supper. I didn't bring xenk with me because I know how he is when it comes to hunting. He would always let the animals go because he couldn't stand it to kill them . That's why I do the hunting and the reason why we don't eat meat often, but on some days we eat some fish. Today I'm hunting for some wild mushroom so I can make a delicious mushroom soup

" oh my goodness, I hit the jackpot this time ! " I said running to collect as many mushrooms in my basket as I can.

" perfect ! " I looked at my basket that was filled with wild mushrooms . I spent another hour around the woods collecting some berries to make a jam to go along with bread or tea , I came along a field colorful flower I decided to pick a few to decorate the house since the house seem a little dull of color.

I walk back home happily with today mushroom hunt. I open the door " I'm home " I said but no response . "Xenk most be out " I said to myself . he's probably helping someone right now. I put the basket at the kitchen counter ith the barriers I just collected. I pour some water into the vase and put the flower in to the vase. I carry it to place it at the fire place .

" I'm sure he would like the flowers " I turn and go outside to chop some wood for cooking and for the fire place. I go inside with the chopped wood in my hands and started the fire for cooking.

After some time I tasted the mushroom soup before deciding it was finished , as i covered the pot with the lid I hear the door opening and i knew it was xenk as I heard his voice and some others as well

" wait you have a wife? " a young female voice said

" yes "

" Wow how am I not surprised , of course he has a wife , why would he?" I heard another say but this time a young man voice

" welcome back home love and i see you brought visitors " I said putting the spoon down before going to kiss him on the cheek.

" I hope you don't mind us coming in " a older looking woman said.

I smiled at her and shook my head " it's no trouble at all "

" shes so nice " I hear young female whisper to the other male

" would guys like some tea? I just made wild berries jam . It would go lovely with the black tea I bought yesterday " I said grabbing the kettle and filling it with some water.

" sure why not " the man with a lute said.

" great " i said putting the kettle in the open fire . As I was pouring the hot tea into the six cups with wild berry jam . I mix each cup with a but if honey as I did I hear there conversation about the helmet .

" wait the under dark ? " doric said

" we're you trying to keep it save? Why would you ever put it down there ?" edgin complains

" because it would be the last place anyone who value their life would go " my husband said

" sounds lovely " Simon said after hearing what my husband had said where the helmet was put

" quite the opposite " my husband told Simon in a serious tone

" I know I was being ironic " Simon said as I laughed a little handing out the hot tea to them.

" thank you " doric said before grabbing the cup. I seated myself on the couch. After some time they all agreed to go to the under dark tomorrow because they don't have any choice but go and get the helmet.

I offered them to stay at the house till tomorrow because they don't have anywhere to stay . I surve them my mushroom soup for super and more black tea. We where all on the couch Simon and edgin where sitting on the carpet enjoy some tea until. Holga ask " how long have you and xenk been together? "

" married? " I asked

" yeah " holga said sipping her tea

" Ive been married with xenk for 3 year " I reply to holga

" wait 3 years? And you guys are not planning on having kids? " Simon said . I cough at Simon words because it was just out of the blue.

" are you already love?" Xenk said rubbing circle behind my back. I nodded and took another sip from my tea.

" Simon why did you have to ask that? " edgin said

"Sorry I didn't mean to-uhm- i-i "

"It's okay Simon. " I reassure him feeling a little flush. I have to admit that I have been think what our lives would be like if me and xenk have any children. I looked up to see xenk staring at me that made me clustered. He lean in close and whispered " let talk about it later okay love? " then he kisses my forehead.

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It was getting late, I gave our guess some blankets and pillows so they could comfortably stay in the living room. I walk up to to the bed and hugged my husband from the back. my arms around his neck as I gave him some small butterfly kiss . He chuckles and pulls me into his embrace.

" so are we having that talk now ?" I said giving him one more kiss but in the lips this time. He just smiled in return before speaking

" have you ever thought of having a child with me love? " he started in a serious tone

" of course " face to face , I answer and sat on his lap . " have you? " I asked him

" well certainly " xenk puts his hand around my waist ." would you like to have a child together love "

I stare at his eyes before answering with a nod . He smiles and gave me a passionate kiss full of love and warm. His hands slides up but I stop him " but now now love. We have guess " I said

" how unfortunate. But it can't be helped." Xenk lift me up and lay me down on the bed before climbing on the bed himself. He holds my hand , kisses and Squeezing them. Before looking into my eyes at saying-

" I can't wait for us to have a family love " he finished his sentence and pulls me close to him. We both cuddle and drifted off to sleep

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I hope you guys like it !

Kinda short but I spent hours on writing this and its almost 2am

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

[lost-gladiator]

Doric X Fem!Reader- Random Assorted Fluffy HCs™️

she’s too cute istg

okay, so she’s not the biggest fan of PDA (public displays of affection), but she’ll like hold hands wi if you’re in a crowded environment you or wrap her tail around your waist- she just doesn’t wanna lose u amongst the crowd.. 💘💕

HER KISSES omg she’ll give you the sweetest quick flirty kisses that leave you all flustered and blushy- or soft and slow intimate kisses with her hands resting leisurely around your neck or waist.. 😫💞

i hc doric as the type of person that wakes up at the crack of dawn to be productive and will just drag her s/o out of bed with her since she doesn’t wanna be alone.. 🤝💤

ok hear me out- y’all will just like.. chill in the forest. like, lay down in a sunny grassy spot surrounded by trees, scratching each others names into the bark or just putting flowers in each others’ hair and talking for hours.. 💗💐

also the two of you sitting in trees while she practices her slingshot aim and you just read or sing and watch her??? omg

she’s a little reluctant to the whole physical touch thing, (like cuddling and stuff), just bc bby kinda has trust issues ngl but when she opens up to you she’s the best cuddle buddy- she would probably prefer to be little spoon? but she’d be ok with anything 🫂💚

she would protect the hell outta you- always standing up for you in arguments n all that or giving ppl death stares/intimidating them as an owlbear!! bbg can hold a grudge too.. 🦉✨

you love everything about her, her cute button nose, her confidence, her smile; and you make a point to tell her so, every day. you love watching her blush and look away.. 💌🫶

bro she’s such a flirt omg I can’t and she acts all tough too but she’s the sweetest thing ever it’s adorable 💝❣️

the squad will tease you two to no end- istg they’re all immature middle schoolers and I am all for it🤞🤞

okay that’s all for now, I’ll think of more later ‼️ PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE MORE DORIC CONTENT AHH

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Hello to anyone who reads this!! I would like to start writing x readers, any fandoms that I write for will be put below. Though I am in a lot of different fandoms so if you want to know if I write for a certain thing that isn't on the list just ask!

I'll write angst, fluff, basically anything if you request it. I also write for all genders! Though, when not requested, I will write mostly towards male or GN readers.

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Resident Evil (2, 4, 8)

Trolls (1,2,3)

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

COD: MW

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

The Arcana

Stranger Things

FNAF (The games, the movie)

When the Night Comes

Stardew Valley

That's Not My Neighbor

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Again, if you have any fandom requests, you can dm me or something. My requests are open, and further down the line, you can check my bio to see if my requests are currently open!!

[sparklewrites1]

To Kiss a Prince

Xenk Yendar x Reader

About: a Cinderella inspired xenk yendar fic

Warnings: barely any romance. Very evil step family members. Kissing.

A/n: I HATE THIS SO much that I cut it off early. But I'll write another xenk fic soon.

A/n: toe mules aren't as ugly as they sound.

Word count: 4.3k

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“You will not ruin this night for your sister!” Your step-mother shouted. She gripped your forearm tighter as she approached the cellar door. She took a key from a pouch that was attached to her waist. She inserted the key into the lock and turned it. Within the span of five seconds, the door was opened and you were thrown inside. Before your body could even hit the ground, the door was slammed shut behind you. “This is a very special night for Camille, and I will do everything in my power to keep you away from the ball!”

“Just one hour, Priscilla. Give me one hour to spend at the ball! I won’t even talk to anyone!” you begged through the barred window of the door.

“My answer is final! You will not go to the ball!” She yelled. 

“You won’t even have to pay for my clothes! I’ll wear my mother’s old gown!”

“Actually,” A wicked grin grew on her face. “Camille will be wearing it.”

Your heart dropped. Camille, your arrogant and foolish stepsister, wearing the only possession from your mother that you had left. Just then a plummy voice piped up from atop the stairs.

“Mother.” It was Camille. A smirk was on her lips as she neared the bottom of the steps. Your mothers golden dress was on her body.

“She looks gorgeous, doesn’t she?” Priscilla turned to you, with a smug expression on her face.

“Take it off.” Your voice shook as you commanded furiously.

“Ok.” You were taken aback by Camille’s response, confused as to why she agreed so fast. But before you could think any further, Camille brought her hand to the shoulder of the dress, she tightly gripped the fabric, and tore it.

“No!” You cried.

 “Whoops.” She taunted. Before lowering both of her hands to the skirt of the dress and completely detaching the fabric from the top half of the dress, leaving her in only her hooped petticoat.

“Stop it!” You screamed

Camille didn’t listen, she only continued tearing at the dress until she was finally satisfied with her work and took off the entire thing completely and threw it on the floor, she was only wearing her petticoat and corset now. She giggled as she trod back up the stairs, and left the room. 

Your sobs echoed through the empty wine cellar as you sunk down on the floor.

“This is what happens to insolent girls who don’t listen.” You heard Priscilla’s footsteps fade away until the room was completely silent, aside from the sounds of your sniffles and cries.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. All you wanted to do was go to the winter ball. Everyone in the region who came from noble blood was invited. Despite how your stepmother and stepsister introduced you to others. You were still the daughter of a duke. You were the lady of your house, but unfortunately, when you were a child, your stepmother and stepsisters came along and took titles of duchess and lady before your father died.

That was why you were in this situation. A week ago you had tried to ask your Priscilla if you could accompany her and your stepsisters to the ball and she immediately refused and claimed she would rather be wearing servant's clothing than be seen at the ball with you.

You had tried reasoning with her. You reminded her that you were also a lady of the house. But she simply ignored you. When you tried asking again during dinner, the words she told you were,

 “I’ve grown tired of your nagging, {Name}. If you ask me again, I will take away your supper privileges for the rest of this week.”

After that conversation you waited until the night prior to this evening. And when you asked Priscilla at supper, she took the handkerchief that was placed next to her plate, and used it to lightly dab at the corners of her mouth. After that she got up from her seat and sauntered over to you, she grabbed your plate that had barely been eaten off of, and left the room without a word. You could only assume she had taken it to the kitchens to be thrown away.

Then there was this evening, when she had finally lost it on you and threw you in the wine cellar.

And now here you were on the floor of the dark and frigid room, mourning the loss of your mothers dress.

You tucked yourself into a corner with your back against the wall. You brought your knees to your chest, trying to generate some heat to keep yourself warm in this unpleasant area.

You used your knees as a cushion for your head, despite how uncomfortable it was. You closed your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, you just wanted this nightmare to end as fast as possible.

As you tried to drift into an unconscious state, a knocking sound echoed throughout the room.

You lifted your head and looked towards the door to find a familiar face.

“Genevieve!” It was your other stepsister, Genevieve. She was so much kinder than her sister and mother, she always shared her food with you in secret when Priscilla took your dinner privileges away.

You jumped up from the floor and scurried toward the door.

“What are you doing here? You should be with Camille and Priscilla.”

“Did you actually think I would leave you in a wine cellar?” She smiled at you. “Look what I have.” She said in a sing-song voice while dangling the key to the wine cellar in front of the barred window.

Before you knew it the door to the wine cellar was open and Genevieve's arms were wrapped around you.

“I know you still want to go to the ball, and I know what Priscilla and Camille did to your mother’s dress.” She frowned. “That’s why I got some help from an old friend of mine.” She grinned.

“What do you mean?” You queried. Just then an oily voice with a french accent spoke.

“She means she came to me for help.”

You looked towards the stairs to find a man who looked like he was in his twenties, leaning against the wall. He was wearing a jumpsuit covered in sparkles and frills. And his brunette neck length hair was in a neat bun. 

“Who are you?” You questioned him suspiciously.

“I am one of many names and places!” He shouted. You and Genevieve flinched at the sudden outburst. “But you, sweet Madame, can call me Axel.”

“How are you going to help me? My mothers dress is completely destroyed,” Tears brimmed in your eyes. “And I doubt you could fix it before the ball has ended.”

“Repeat that last part for me.” He coaxed.

“My mothers dress is completely destroyed?”

“No, no the other part.”

“I doubt-”

“You doubt me?!” He bellowed. “You are a fool to doubt and underestimate my skills!” He shouted. “I will show you what a mastermind of fashion can do!” He reached into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulled out a large glass orb that looked like it was filled with mint green fog. He raised his arm and swung it towards the floor, releasing the orb from his grasp in the process.

The glass orb landed on the dress and exploded into a million pieces. The green mist that was inside spread over the entire area and left you and Genevieve coughing and gasping for air. Once the mist cleared, in the place of your mothers dress was an extravagant golden ball gown, the neckline and bodice were white and decorated with golden accents, below the bodice was a long, golden, bouffant style skirt.

“How did you do that?” You stared at Axel with an incredulous expression on your face.

“It does not matter! Hurry up and put it on!” Genevieve exclaimed, while gently pushing you towards the dress.

“This skirt though, it is too long for me to wear, I’ll be tripping over the fabric all night.”

“You can use my extra petticoat, now go!” She gave you one final push as you grabbed the dress off of the floor and ran up the stairs, passing Axel, who gently grabbed her arm before she could go any further.

“You’re not wearing those shoes, are you?” He inquired, referencing the dirty flats on your feet.

“They are all I have.”

“Oh.”  he murmured. His eyes shifted down to the shoes. “I guess I could work with these.”  He turned his eyes back up at you. “Take them off.”

“Pardon?”

“The shoes. Take them off and give them to me.” You bent down and pulled both shoes off of your feet. You then handed them to Axel, “Thank you.”

“What am I supposed to wear at the ball if you have my shoes?”

“Just go and get dressed!” Genevieve and Axel both shouted.

-

Genevieve and Axel were now in the living area, waiting impatiently for you to come out from your bedroom. Genevieve was bouncing her knee nervously while Axel scoffed for the umpteenth time.

Just then the sound of a door creaking and soft footsteps were heard. 

There you were standing in the doorway of the living area in all your beautiful glory.

“You look gorgeous.” Genevieve beamed.

“You think so?”

“I know so.” 

“You were always my favorite sister, Viv.” You hugged her.

Axel cleared his throat. You and Genevieve parted from your hug and turned to him. He outstretched his arms, and in his hands were a pair of white toe mules embroidered with gold.

“For the pretty lady. I fixed your shoes.” he stated.

With a grin you took the shoes from him and swiftly put them on.

“Thank you, Axel. For everything.” You looked at Genevieve. “And thank you, Genevieve.”

“You’re welcome.” Axel smiled. “Now both of you go! You have a ball to attend!” He pushed you both toward the front door. “I already have a carriage outside waiting for you, so don't worry about that.” You and Genevieve stepped outside and saw an all white carriage waiting for you at the end of the path. “Have fun girls!” He waved you goodbye as you walked down the stone path.

You arrived at the carriage and the door was opened for you by a footman. You and Genivieve sat down in seats across from each other. And less than a minute later you were moving. You watched through the window as your manor became smaller and smaller, until it was finally out of sight.

“I still cannot believe that I am actually going to a ball.”

“Have you never been to one before?”

You silently shook your head. A moment of silence passed.

“Well, I will help you navigate your very first ball!” Genevieve piped up. She leaned towards you and grabbed your hand. “I will make sure you have the best night of your life.” She smiled, and you returned the gesture.

But your joy shifted into fear as a terrifying thought entered your mind.

“Camille and Priscilla, how will we avoid them?” You frowned. Genevieve sat back in her seat and pondered for a few seconds.

“I will stay with them, and I will keep them from spotting you.” She decided. “That way, you will be able to thoroughly enjoy your night.”

“Oh, Genevieve. You are the greatest sister I could ask for.” You leaned forward and captured her in an embrace.

-

After a fairly short ride, the carriage came to a slow stop. You took that as a sign that you had arrived at the royal castle. 

The footman opened the door for the both of you once more. Genevieve stepped out first and you followed close behind.

“How long do you think we can stay?” You turned your gaze to her.

“Mother usually is in bed by midnight, so I’d say we could stay until 30 minutes before midnight.” You nodded in agreement.

As you neared the gates, you noticed that the area was completely empty, save for a few guards who were scattered around the castle.

Once you were inside, it only took you about five minutes to find the ballroom, which was already full of guests from around the region.

Genevieve went inside first. She whispered something in the ear of the master of ceremonies.

“Lady Genevieve of the House of Blanchard!” The man announced.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you passed through the large doorway. You turned toward the master of ceremonies and whispered a fake name in his ear.

“Lady Josephine of the House of Allard!” He announced.

You let out a shaky breath as the large crowd came into view. Heads turn in your direction, and you hear a few murmurs coming from the people. 

Your anxiety lessened as you spotted Genevieve successfully distracting your stepmother and stepsister.

You sauntered down the stairs. When you made it to the bottom, the crowd seemed even larger.

You let a shaky breath out as you observed the room. There were so many people, most of them you didn’t recognize, although a small amount of them you had seen around town when you were younger.

You took a stroll around the room, greeting people and making small talk as you passed them. After about thirty minutes you started to feel overwhelmed by all the conversation, so you went into a corner of the colossal room that was less crowded.

You stayed there for the next few moments, watching as couples danced to the elegant music that was played by a large band that was located in the corner across from you. You watched as people gossiped and laughed with each other. Your heart couldn’t help but ache at the sound of it. Oh, how you wished for a life full of joy and laughter. How you wished to have friends you could visit everyday. How you wished to have a home of your own that you could host get-togethers in. How you wished for someone who you could open your heart to, someone you could lay next to every night and converse with into the early hours of the day. How you wish you had someone to hold you in your darkest hours. Oh, how you wished for something that at least resembled true happiness .

But a life like that was out of your reach. You would never find love, You would never have close friends. And you would never have a home of your own. You accepted that fact long ago.

You couldn’t help but lower at the sight of everyone's joy.

“Are you alright?” A smooth voice spoke from beside you.

You turned towards the source and found a tall, handsome man, his face showing a hint of worry.

“I am fine.” You lied. “I am just… Anxious.”

“Is that why you are crying?” He inquired. 

You placed a hand below your eye and sure enough, there was a droplet of water on the tip of your finger.

“Oh.” You searched your general area for a handkerchief and found none. That was until the man next to you held one out for you.

“Here. It seems like you need it more than I do.”

You gently grabbed the handkerchief from his hands, and dabbed the area underneath your eyes.

After you were finished, you went to hand the handkerchief to him but he politely refused.

“I have others, that one can remain in your ownership.”

You mumbled a thanks and continued to grasp the handkerchief.

“What is your name?”

“I am Josephine of the House of Allard.” You lied.

“I don’t recall a ‘House of Allard’. Are you from this region?”

“Yes, I live in this region. My family is not exactly popular.” You lied once more.

“Is that so?”

You nodded. You silently gulped as his eyes scanned you for a second, then he opened his mouth.

“Would you like to dance?”

You momentarily froze. Dance? Did you know how to dance? You never recalled taking any lessons, so it was safe to assume you didn’t. You looked toward the crowd, the dance everyone was doing didn’t seem to be too complicated, but you doubt you could memorize it. You turned back toward the man.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You nervously explained.

“I will teach you.” He held out his hand for you to take.

You hesitantly place your palm in his and he led you to the middle of the ballroom. A new melody started to play. You nervously stood in front of the man, one hand was on your hip, the other was still grasping your hand. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, and the dance began.

You tried your best to follow his moves, and although you did graze the tips of his shoes once or twice, you did surprisingly well.

As time went on, it felt like you two were the only people in the room. You slowly, but surely memorized the steps to the dance that you are now aware is called, ‘The Varsovienne Waltz’.  You and the man moved gracefully across the ballroom floor. You observed the way his golden brown skin glowed under the bright lights that were scattered around the room, his short locs were swept to the side of his head, and his gorgeous brown eyes stared deep into yours.

As the music slowed and you continued swaying with the man. You started to notice the stares that were placed on the both of you. You let your gaze lower to the ground as your face grew hot. Were you two being watched the entire time? If so, why?

But unbeknownst to you, among the sea of people, there were two sets of eyes that placed their glares upon you.

“Is that who I think it is, Genevieve?” Priscilla questioned.

Inside Genevieve was panicking. She was supposed to keep Priscilla and Camille occupied, and she was successfully doing so! That was until events took a turn for the worse, when you and the prince himself were seen waltzing in the middle of the ballroom. Genevieve tried her best to keep her sister and mother from looking, but the large crowd gathering around you two drew their attention. And now here she was, trying to come up with an explanation as to why you were dancing with the royal prince.

“That is not her. I swear. I left her in the cellar.”

“She's lying, mother.” Camille’s jade green glare was placed on Genevieve.

“Don’t you think I know that.” Priscilla snapped. She looked towards Genevieve once more. “Genevieve,” She started. “This is a very special night for your sister. It is supposed to be your sister who is dancing with the prince. Not the unwanted orphan who we give shelter to.” She placed both hands on Genevieve's shoulders. “Now I want you to go over there, Grab {Name}, and bring her to me, so that I can have a ‘talk’ with her.” She commanded.

“I won’t.” Genevieve responded.

Priscilla took in an irritated inhale. “And why won’t you?”

“Because they are gone.” Genevieve tried to contain the small smirk that was growing on her lips.

Priscilla turned her eyes back to the center of the room, and sure enough, you and the prince were nowhere to be found.

“Where has she gone?!

-

You and the man were sitting on a stone bench in the castle gardens. After the dance, you had told him that the stares were making you anxious, after that statement, he had told you that he knew a place where you could both respite. He had led you to a private garden that was hidden behind the castle, and taken you to a stone bench that sat in front of a small pond.

“Should we even be here?”

“It’s alright. I have access to this location for a reason.”

“And what is that reason?” You slightly leaned towards him.

“I will tell you, but only if you tell me your name.” 

“I have already given you my name.”

“I know that there is no ‘House of Allard’. I want your real name.”

“My name is, {Name}, of the House of {Last Name}.”

“{Last Name}? As in Duke{Last Name}?”

“He was my father. But he died long ago. Now I live with my stepmother, and stepsisters, who are also of noble blood, and they are here tonight.” You said with a bit of sadness in your tone.

“Are they?”

“Yes. But I do not want to talk about them now.” You declared. “But now, you must tell me about yourself, to make it fair.”

“Alright. My name is Xenk. Xenk Yendar. I am the prince of this kingdom, and this is my private garden.”

Your jaw dropped. There was no way you were sitting next to the actual prince of Quisritis.

Oh no.

Oh no.

You danced with the prince! You stared into his eyes meaningfully! (?)

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were just supposed to come to the ball, enjoy yourself for a short time and leave. What you weren’t supposed to do was get friendly with the prince.

There were so many things going on in your mind at the moment and you couldn’t process them all, you wanted to say something but you couldn’t even think of the right words. So you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“You’re fucking lying.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. You jumped up from the bench, and as quickly as you got up you dropped down to your knees in front of him.

“I apologize to Your Highness! I did not mean to say such vulgar words! I ask for your forgiveness!” You pleaded.

“There is no need to apologize. I appreciate your honest words. Now please, can you get up?” He awkwardly requested.

You rose from your spot on the ground and stood in front of him. 

“Sit down, please?”

You sat.

“You should not have to apologize for speaking your mind. In fact, I implore you to speak it right now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Whatever you are thinking, I am interested in hearing it.” He smiled.

“Well, I think that… You are very handsome, and I think your taste in flowers is impeccable.” You picked at your nails, waiting for a response. (I'm crying this is so ew.)

“Thank you.” He smiled. “And my taste in flowers, why do you think that?”

“I was observing the pond, and I noticed how you had pink dahlias and lavender hydrangeas next to each other. Although other people would find it strange, I feel that the similar shapes of the flowers compliment each other. Also, I know that it was you who changed your family crest from a purple clematis to an iris. A purple clematis symbolizes royalty while an iris symbolizes hope, which leads me to suspect that you purposely chose the iris to show that your rule means hope for the future.” You rambled.

“You are observant. I admire that.”

“I don’t consider myself observant. I just pay attention.”

“Is that so?” he tilted his head slightly.

You nodded. Looking up at him through your eyelashes. You noticed how his eyes went down to your lips for a split second. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You leaned forward and so did he. Your noses were touching. His lips were grazing yours. Just as the final move was about to be made, Chimes of a bell echoed through the air. You turned your head towards the clocktower and your heart dropped when you saw the time.

It was midnight.

You were supposed to have left thirty minutes earlier, but you had gotten sidetracked when you were with the prince. You turned back towards him, grabbed the side of his face and pressed your lips against his in a hasty fashion, after a good second or two, you pulled back.

“Apologies, my prince, but I must be going!” Before he could respond you turned around and ran away.

 You sprinted through the large halls of the castle until you had finally gotten to the exit. You saw your carriage and footman still waiting for you at the end of the path, but Genevieve was nowhere to be seen. You could only assume she went home with Priscilla and Camille. 

When you got to the carriage, you practically jumped inside. Instead of waiting for the footman to get the door, you grasped the handle and closed it yourself.

You huffed as the carriage started moving. You weren’t in the clear just yet, but for now you could relax just a little bit. As you got in a comfortable position, you felt a strange sensation. You felt carpet rubbing against your foot. You pulled your skirt back and sure enough, your shoe was gone. You groaned, already knowing Axel wouldn’t be too happy to hear about losing your brand new toe mules. But that was the least of your concerns.

You arrived at your manor after what felt like hours, even though the ride had to have been twenty minutes max.

You stepped out of the carriage and rushed toward the entrance of your manor. When you opened the door all was quiet. You ran to your bedroom in the attic and quickly changed out of your gown, and into your pajamas. You gently took your gown and shoe into your hands and hid them in the loose floorboards under your bed.

You got in your bed and pulled the covers over yourself, hoping to fall asleep before Priscilla and Camille were home, and you eventually did.

Meanwhile, a certain prince stood on the steps of his castle, holding a golden slipper…