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𓈃 ★ PRINCESS DIAIRIES | PARK SUNGHOON

synopsis you are a shy, awkward teenager living with your artist mother. your life is turned upside down when you discover you are the heir to the throne of genovia. at first, you're reluctant to accept your new identity. as you face challenges at school, with the media, and within yourself, you struggle to balance your normal life with your royal duties. sunghoon, who has secretly liked you for a long time, finds himself falling even more for you as he sees you grow into your new role. as you navigate your new life, you and sunghoon grow closer, sharing quiet moments and, most importantly, falling in love.

word count 6.8k+

meet the cast best friend's brother!sunghoon x quiet kid/princess!fem reader (feat haneul from kiss of life + other ocs)

genre high school au, royal au, angst, fluff, romance, best friend brother au, unpopular to popular, crack, princess diaries based

warnings swearing, kissing, small grammar errors, everyone being mean to yn at first, some annoying characters, mentions barfing, yn being played by a boy at one point, some second hand embarrassment scene 😓,

danielle's note 𖥔 so i just watched like princess diaries yesterday and i ended up falling in love with it so i wanted to write a long ass au for this. plus like i had to cook up a good plot so 😈 sorry if this is ass but anyways i hope u guys enjoy this (this fic is for my fav hoon stan ><)

﹙⠀ PLAYiNG . . . ⠀good luck babe by chappell roan, feather by sabrina carpenter, saturn by sza, i love you so by the walters, obsessed by olivia rodrigo, xo by enhypen, break up with your girlfriend by ariana grande

YOU WAKE UP TO THE SOFT CHIMES OF YOUR ALARM, gradually getting louder until you reach over and silence it. You fumble for your glasses on the bedside table. Once they're on, the world comes into focus: your room adorned with vibrant art pieces that was made by your mother.

You stretch and get out of bed, your feet touching the cool floor. Your school uniform is laid out neatly on the chair by your desk: a skirt, a crisp white blouse, and a blazer. You put on the uniform, the fabric feeling stiff but familiar. As you stand in front of the mirror, you run a brush quickly through your hair. Makeup isn’t part of your routine; you prefer to keep things simple.

Heading downstairs, you hear the familiar sounds of your mom humming along to music in her studio. You grab your backpack from the hook by the door and slip on your shoes. The house smells of fresh paint and coffee, a comforting mix you've grown up with.

“Have a good day at school, sweetheart! Also, don't be nervous during the speech!” your mom calls from her studio, not looking up from her canvas.

“Thanks, Mom. I will,” you reply softly, even though she can't see you.

Stepping outside, the morning air is cool and crisp. You take a deep breath, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders, and start walking to school. You keep your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

YOU ARRIVE AT SCHOOL, spotting Haneul leaning against the bike racks, her face lighting up as she sees you. She's waving enthusiastically, and you can’t help but smile back. Haneul, like you, is considered one of the "losers," known for being a "nerd." But she’s your best friend, and that label doesn’t bother either of you much.

“Hey,” you greet her, adjusting your backpack.

“Morning! Ready for another thrilling day of high school?” she jokes, rolling her eyes.

You both laugh and start walking towards your first class. As usual, you pass the popular girls, Eunae and her two "minions", who are gossiping loudly by their lockers. Your eyes dart towards your crush, Siwoo, who’s with them. His blonde hair is always perfectly styled, falling just above his eyebrows in a way that frames his sharp, expressive eyes. Those eyes, a deep shade of brown, seem to hold a confident, almost teasing glint. His smile is captivating, often described as a blend of boyish charm and genuine warmth, making him instantly likable to many (such as you). Your heart sinks as you see him kissing Eunae. You roll your eyes, trying to forget it.

“Ugh, seriously?” Haneul mutters, noticing the scene as well. “She’s so fake.”

You nod in agreement, but your attention shifts as you catch sight of Sunghoon, Haneul’s older brother, standing nearby. His dark hair, slightly tousled, falls naturally around his face. His eyes, a striking shade of hazel, are often focused.

You give him a small wave. Sunghoon notices and waves back, his smile warm and genuine. The bell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late,” Haneul says, tugging at your sleeve.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you reply, falling into step beside her as you make your way to class.

CLASS TIME BEGINS, and your heart races as you try to focus on the lesson. When Siwoo stands up to give his speech, you can't help but be mesmerized. His blonde hair is perfect, shining under the classroom lights, and his confidence radiates as he speaks. You know Siwoo isn’t the brightest student, more of an athlete than an academic, but that doesn’t matter to you. He’s cute, and that’s enough.

As he finishes his speech, Eunae and her two friends erupt into loud cheers, their high-pitched voices echoing in the room. You roll your eyes internally but feel a pang of nervousness as you realize your turn is coming up. Public speaking has always been your weak point.

When your name is called, you stand up, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. Your legs feel like jelly as you walk to the podium, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear Eunae giggling with her friends, and it only heightens your anxiety.

"Look who's next," Eunae whispers loudly to her friends, making sure you hear.

You take a deep breath and start your speech, but the words come out in a stutter. "S-so..."

You push up your glasses, hoping it will give you some confidence, but it only makes things worse. The giggles turn into outright laughter, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your stomach churns, making you feel like you’re going to be sick.

"Oh my God, she can't even talk properly," Eunae says, loud enough for the whole class to hear. More laughter follows her comment.

In the far corner of the room, you notice Sunghoon watching. His eyes are calm, and there's a hint of concern in his expression You feel like you're about to barf and, in a panic, you rush out of the classroom. The laughter follows you, echoing in your ears.

Once outside, you lean against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Tears prick at your eyes as the embarrassment washes over you. You feel utterly defeated, wishing you could just disappear. You were always the invisible one, what should you expect?

AFTER SCHOOL, you walk home, the events of the day replaying in your mind. When you step inside, the familiar smell of your mom's cooking greets you. You head to the kitchen, where she’s stirring something on the stove.

"Hey, sweetheart," she says, looking up with a concerned expression. "I heard you barfed in class today. Are you okay?"

You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor. "Yeah, it was just… really embarrassing."

Your mom walks over and gives you a comforting hug. "I'm sorry that happened. Kids can be really mean sometimes."

You nod, feeling a bit better with her support. "Thanks, Mom."

She pulls back and looks at you seriously. "There’s something I need to tell you. Your grandmother is coming over for tea next week."

You look at her, confused. "Grandmother? But we never talk to her."

"I know," your mom says, her tone softening. "This is the first time we’re going to meet her. She’s your father's mother. After your father passed away a few months ago, she reached out. She said she wanted to speak with you specifically."

You blink in surprise. "Me? Why me?"

"I don’t know," your mom admits. "But I think it’s important to hear her out. She might have something to share that’s meaningful to you."

You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Okay. I’ll talk to her."

Your mom gives you a reassuring smile. "It’ll be fine." You nod, trying to push aside any other thoughts on your mind.

YOU WALK INTO THE CAR MOTOR PLACE, the familiar scent of oil and rubber filling the air. Your heart races as you see your Mustang in the garage, a little closer to the dream car you’ve been saving up for. It still needs a lot of work, but you’re determined to have it ready for your 17th birthday.

As you approach the car, you hear the final notes of a performance. Sunghoon finishes his set and the crowd disperses, girls whispering excitedly about how hot he is. But he pays them no mind. Instead, he walks straight toward you, his eyes lighting up with a genuine smile.

"Hey," he greets, his voice smooth and warm. "Checking on the car?"

You nod, unable to help but smile back. "Yeah, it's coming along slowly but surely."

He glances at the Mustang, then back at you. "It's going to look amazing when it's done. You've been saving it up for a while,"

You blush at the compliment, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Thanks, Sunghoon."

His smile widens, and he leans a bit closer. "If you need any help with the car, just let me know. I'd be happy to lend a hand."

"Really? That would be amazing," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you at his offer.

Sunghoon's eyes twinkle "Anything for you," he says softly, before giving you one last smile.

YOU STAND AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE GRAND MANSION, your eyes wide with awe. The sheer size and elegance of the mansion are overwhelming. Fancy maids and butlers bustle around. You clutch your cheap, simple backpack, a gift from your mother three years ago, and adjust your school uniform nervously. Your hair is a bit messy, and your glasses keep slipping down your nose.

As you step inside, the grandeur of the place hits you like a tidal wave. The floors are polished to a gleaming shine, intricate chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, and every piece of furniture looks like it belongs in a museum. You can't help but feel out of place, a small figure in this space.

Just then, you hear the soft click of heels on the marble floor. You look up to see her, your grandmother, a woman you've never met before. She descends the grand staircase with an air of grace and authority, her posture perfect and her gaze steady. She's dressed in an elegant gown, a deep shade of blue that compliments her dignified demeanor. In contrast, you feel even more self-conscious about your plain school uniform.

"Hello, dear," she greets you with a refined smile. Her voice is smooth and cultured, a stark contrast to your own uncertain tone. You mumble a shy greeting in return, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, sit," she says, gesturing to a plush armchair near the grand fireplace. You sit down cautiously, feeling the softness of the cushion beneath you. A maid approaches and places a delicate china teacup in front of you, the steam rising in gentle curls.

Your grandmother takes a seat across from you. She reaches into a small velvet box and retrieves a necklace and charm, the gold catching the light in a mesmerizing way. "Here's a gift," she says, handing it to you, "has been passed down through our family for generations."

You take the necklace. The charm is intricate, a tiny masterpiece that speaks of history and legacy. You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. You play around with it nervously as your grandmother eyes you quietly.

As you sip your tea, you can't help but make a bit of noise, your lack of manners showing. Your grandmother eyes you critically but says nothing about your manners. Instead, she clears her throat, the sound resonating in the quiet room.

"I have some news for you," she announces, her tone serious and measured.

You stop stirring your tea and look up, pushing your glasses up your nose in a nervous habit. "What is it?" you ask, curious.

She takes a deep breath, her gaze steady and unwavering. "You are the Princess of Genovia."

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. You choke on your tea, coughing violently as you try to process her words. "What?" you exclaim.

She nods, her expression grave. "Your father was the Prince of Genovia, which makes you the next heir."

"No, no way," you stammer, shaking your head, "I'm just… an invisible me. There's no way I'm a princess."

Your grandmother's gaze softens slightly, "It's true, my dear. Your father never had the chance to tell you, but this is your birthright."

The weight of her words presses down on you, a crushing force that makes it hard to breathe. Your life, once simple and predictable, has been changed.

"No," you whisper, your voice trembling. "This can't be happening."

Your grandmother is about to explain further, her lips parting to speak, but the overwhelming reality hits you like a freight train. You stand up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound that echoes in the grand room. "I need to go," you say, your voice breaking.

Without waiting for a response, you turn and rush out of the mansion, your footsteps echoing in the vast hallway. you push the door open, the bright sunlight outside momentarily blinding you. You stumble down the steps.

You walk quickly, almost running, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the mansion as possible. How can this be real? How can you, an quiet girl with a simple life, be a princess? You are the Princess of Genovia. And your life will never be the same again.

THE NEXT DAY, the reality of the previous day’s still hangs heavily over you. You can hardly focus on anything, your mind constantly drifting back to the shocking news. You try to go about your usual routine, but everything feels different, surreal.

As you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your breakfast around your plate, you hear a knock at the door. Your mother goes to answer it, and you strain to hear the conversation. Your heart skips a beat when you hear your grandmother’s voice.

“Hello, my dear,” she greets your mother politely. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” your mother replies, sounding a bit nervous.

They walk into the kitchen together, and your grandmother’s presence fills the small room. She’s dressed impeccably, her elegance stark against the worn, cozy surroundings of your home.

“Good morning,” she says to you with a gentle smile. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better today.”

You manage a nod, but the tightness in your chest doesn’t ease. You notice your mother looks anxious, avoiding your gaze.

“Please, have a seat,” your mother offers, gesturing to a chair. Your grandmother sits gracefully, folding her hands in her lap.

“Yesterday was overwhelming, I know,” your grandmother begins, her tone soft but firm. “But we need to talk more about this. There are important things you need to understand.”

You remain silent, feeling a mix of resentment and curiosity.

“There’s a royal ball in two months,” she continues. “It’s an important event where you’ll be formally introduced as the Princess of Genovia. It’s crucial for our country and for you.”

Your mother takes a deep breath, finally looking at you. “I know this is a lot to take in,” she says. “I should have told you earlier, but I wanted to protect you. I wanted you to have a normal life.”

You feel a surge of frustration. “You knew? All this time?” you ask, your voice shaking.

Your mother nods, her eyes filled with regret. “Yes, I knew. I’m sorry, honey. I thought it was for the best.”

Your grandmother reaches out, placing a hand on yours. “I understand that this is a lot to accept. But you have a duty, a responsibility to your heritage. This is your birthright.”

You pull your hand back, feeling overwhelmed. “I’m just a normal girl. I don’t know anything about being a princess.”

Your grandmother’s expression softens. “You may feel that way now, but you have the potential to be a great leader. We will help you every step of the way. You won’t be alone in this.”

Your mother’s eyes plead with you. “Please, sweetheart. Give it a chance. We’ll support you in any way we can.”

You sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of their words pressing down on you. The idea of being a princess, attending a royal ball, and stepping into a completely different world feels terrifying. But there’s a small part of you that’s curious, that wonders what it would be like to be this new identity.

Finally, you let out a shaky breath. “Okay,” you say reluctantly. “I’ll do it.”

A FEW DAYS LATER, the sun casts a warm glow over your grandmother’s mansion as you arrive. You clutch your simple backpack, feeling out of place yet again as you step into the grand foyer. Your grandmother greets you with a kind smile, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Today’s the day,” she says, leading you to a large room filled with mirrors and high-end beauty products. “I’ve arranged for the best stylists to give you a makeover. They’ll help you look the part of a princess.”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As you take a seat, a team of stylists and beauticians file into the room, each one carrying various tools and products. They begin their work, chatting amiably as they discuss your transformation.

For nearly four hours, you sit patiently as they work their magic. Your hair is trimmed and styled into a sleek, elegant look that frames your face perfectly. Your eyebrows are shaped, making your eyes look bigger and more defined. They remove your glasses and fit you with contact lenses, giving you a clearer view of the world without the barrier of frames.

As they finish up, you catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back at you. Your skin glows, your features are more defined, and you look… different. Beautiful, even.

Just then, your grandmother walks back into the room. She pauses mid-step, her eyes widening in shock as she takes in your transformation. You stand up and turn to face her, feeling a rush of nerves.

“Oh my,” she breathes, her voice filled with awe. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You blush, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms, stepping closer to take a better look. “Your hair, your eyes, everything… You look like a true princess.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. The stylists beam with pride, knowing they’ve done an excellent job.

Your grandmother reaches out to gently touch your hair. “This is just the beginning, my dear.”

As you walk through the grand halls of the mansion, you feel different. Lighter. More confident. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a large, ornate mirror as you pass by, and for the first time, you see not just a girl, but a princess.

THE NEXT DAY, YOU SIT NERVOUSLY IN THE BACK OF THE LIMO, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. You’ve been riding in this luxurious vehicle for a few days now, but it still feels surreal. The thought of people judging you for your sudden change in appearance and status makes your stomach churn. Today, you’re picking up Haneul and Sunghoon.

As the limo pulls up in front of their house, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The driver opens the door, and Sunghoon steps inside. His jaw drops as he sees you, his eyes widening in shock.

“Y/N… you look…” He’s completely speechless, his gaze fixed on you.

Before he can finish his sentence, Haneul appears, her voice breaking the silence. “Sunghoon, get in already—” Her words trail off as she sees you, her eyes widening in surprise.

Sunghoon finally finds his voice. “You look amazing,” he says, blush creeping up his cheek.

Haneul, on the other hand, doesn’t share his enthusiasm. She crosses her arms, her expression turning sour. “So, what’s the deal? You get a makeover and now you’re one of those popular girls who’ll ditch us?”

Your heart sinks at her words. “Haneul, it’s not like that…”

“It sure seems like it,” she snaps, her voice filled with hurt. “You think you’re better than us now?”

Sunghoon, sensing the tension, tries to intervene. “Haneul, that’s not fair. Let’s hear her out.”

You feel a mix of frustration and sadness. “I haven’t changed on the inside. I’m still me. There’s just a lot going on right now.”

Haneul raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

The limo moves closer to the school, and you feel the pressure mounting. “I can’t explain it all right now, but you need to trust me.”

As the limo approaches the school, you grab a hat from your bag and put it on, hoping to avoid drawing too much attention. You quickly get out of the car, pulling Haneul aside while Sunghoon steps out slowly, still in shock.

“Haneul, listen,” you whisper urgently, glancing around to make sure no one is overhearing. “I need to tell you something. Please, just hear me out.”

Haneul crosses her arms, still looking skeptical but nods for you to continue.

You take a deep breath, lowering your voice even further. “I’m a princess. The Princess of Genovia.”

“What?” Haneul whispers, her anger dissipating into surprise.

“It’s true,” you say, your voice trembling. “I found out a few days ago. My grandmother told me. My father was the Prince of Genovia, which makes me the next heir.”

Haneul’s expression softens as she processes your words. “Really?” she asks, her voice filled with wonder. “You’re a real princess?”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yes. And it’s been overwhelming. I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

Haneul’s face breaks into a smile, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. “Why didn’t you just say so? That’s amazing! I’m sorry I was so harsh.”

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell anyone." I say, shrugging.

Haneul giggles. “So, does this mean we get to visit a castle?”

You laugh, “Maybe one day. But for now, I need you both to keep this a secret.”

Haneul nods “Absolutely. My lips are sealed.”

YOU SIT IN CLASS, your hat pulled low to avoid drawing attention. Your fingers tap nervously on your desk as you try to focus on your work. The day has already been overwhelming, and the last thing you want is more eyes on you. But as the class progresses, you hear a familiar, smug voice from across the room.

“Sir, Y/N is wearing a hat, and I think that’s against the school dress code,” Eunae says, a smirk playing on her lips.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as the class turns to look at you. The teacher glances up from his desk, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh, well, that is true,” he says, his tone regretful but firm. “Y/N, unfortunately, you have to take your hat off.”

Taking a deep breath, you reach up and slowly remove your hat, letting your hair cascade down your back. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable laughter or teasing. Instead, you hear a murmur of whispers filling the room.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re so pretty! Can we be friends?” one girl exclaims.

“Your hair is gorgeous!” another student adds, their tone filled with genuine admiration.

You look up, seeing the mean girls from your class suddenly smiling at you, their previous disdain replaced with a strange, almost predatory friendliness.

“I think it’s a wig,” someone whispers, a hint of skepticism in their voice.

Before the whispers can escalate, Haneul’s voice cuts through the noise. “I think her hair is gorgeous,” she says loudly, her tone firm and supportive. “But let’s get back to class. We have more important things to focus on.”

Her words have the desired effect, and the classroom falls silent. The teacher nods approvingly and returns to the lesson. You glance at Haneul, gratitude evident in your eyes. She gives you a reassuring smile, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you.

YOU'RE WALKING TO SCHOOL ON AC RISP MORNING. Sunghoon is beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform.

"So, YN," Sunghoon begins, his tone casual, but there's a hint of something more beneath it. "Do you have any plans for Saturday?"

You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Not really. Why do you ask?"

Sunghoon hesitates for a moment, then looks at you with a mix of hope and excitement. "Well, my band is performing at this new place downtown. It's kind of a big deal for us, and I was wondering if you'd like to come."

You stop walking, "Really? That sounds amazing! I'd love to come."

A grin spreads across Sunghoon's face, and he looks relieved. "Great! It starts at seven. I'll send you all the details later." As you start walking again, the conversation shifts back to lighter topic.

"You know," you say after a while, "I've always wanted to see you perform. This is going to be so cool."

Sunghoon chuckles, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I'm glad you're excited. It means a lot to me that you'll be there."

When you reach the school gates, Sunghoon turns to you, "Thanks, YN. For coming on Saturday. I know it's going to be awesome with you there."

You smile, giving him a gentle nudge. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. See you later,"

A FEW DAYS PASS, and you're walking through the bustling school courtyard, lost in thought about what you might wear on Saturday, when you hear someone call your name.

You turn around to see Siwoo, the school's star athlete and the crush you've harbored for as long as you can remember. He's walking toward you with that effortless confidence that always makes your heart race. The chatter around you seems to fade as he gets closer, and you can feel a rush of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey, YN," Siwoo says, his voice smooth and casual. "Got a minute?"

You nod, trying to keep your cool. "Sure, what's up?"

Siwoo runs a hand through his hair, looking almost bashful for a moment. "So, I broke up with Eunae."

Your eyes widen in surprise. Eunae, the queen bee of the school and someone who has made your life particularly difficult, is no longer with Siwoo? You can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope. "Oh, wow. I didn't know."

Siwoo shrugs, his usual smirk returning. "Yeah, it just wasn't working out. Anyway, there's this beach party on Saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me."

Your heart nearly stops. Is this really happening? You, the one who has always admired him from afar, being asked to a party by Siwoo? Without hesitation, you blurt out, "Oh my god? Yes?"

Siwoo's smirk widens, and he gives you a wink. "Great. I'll pick you up at seven."

As he walks away, you can't help but watch him go, your mind spinning. The butterflies in your stomach are in full force now, and you feel like you're floating. You finally manage to turn around and head to your next class, but your thoughts are excitement and disbelief.

For the rest of the day, you can't focus on anything. You keep replaying the moment in your mind, wondering if it was all a dream. But no, it was real, and now you have plans for Saturday with Siwoo.

YOU STEP OUT OF THE LIMO, adjusting your school bag on your shoulder. You take a deep breath, ready to face another day of classes and the usual high school chaos. But today, something feels off.

Suddenly, there's a commotion. A crowd of photographers and reporters seem to materialize out of nowhere, cameras flashing and microphones thrust towards you.

"Is it true you're the princess of Genovia?"

"How long have you known?"

"What's your next step as royalty?"

You stand there, stunned and overwhelmed. Your heart races as the realization dawns on you: the secret is out. You glance around frantically and spot Haneul, your best friend and the only person you trusted with the truth. Her eyes are wide with shock, and you can't help but wonder if she was the one who let it slip.

Everyone around you is whispering, their curious and excited gazes fixed on you. Some are even reaching out, asking for your autograph.

Before you can fully process what's happening, you're gently but firmly guided through the crowd by school security and pushed towards the principal's office.

You sit in the chair, your mind spinning with a thousand thoughts and questions. Moments later, the door opens, and your grandmother strides in.

"YN," she says, her tone calm but serious. "We need to discuss the next steps for you. I've already spoken to the principal about the necessary procedures to ensure your safety and academic success."

You nod, still in a daze. "What's going to happen now?"

She sits down beside you, her expression softening slightly. "Things will change, my dear. There will be more security, and certain aspects of your education will need to be adjusted to accommodate your new responsibilities. But don't worry, we'll handle this together."

The principal enters, looking a bit flustered but maintaining a professional demeanor. "We've arranged for additional security measures starting today. Also, your schedule will be slightly adjusted."

You take a deep breath, trying to absorb everything.

THE SUN IS SETTING OVER THE BEACH, casting a warm golden glow across the sand. The beach party is in full swing, with music playing and laughter filling the air. You’re sitting with Siwoo by a bonfire, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze and the warmth of his presence. He’s been attentive all evening, and you can hardly believe that you're here with him, the guy you’ve admired for so long.

He leans in closer, his voice low. "I'm really glad you came tonight, YN."

You smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Me too, Siwoo."

Just as the moment seems perfect, a sudden burst of light blinds you. You blink, confused, as you realize it’s the flash of a camera. Then another, and another. You look around and see a swarm of paparazzi emerging from the shadows, their cameras aimed directly at you.

"Princess YN, over here!"

"How does it feel to be the princess of Genovia?"

The questions come rapid-fire, and the crowd presses closer. Panic sets in as you realize your private moment is being invaded. You look at Siwoo, who seems just as stunned as you are.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," he says, grabbing your hand.

You run together, dodging through the throng of people and flashing cameras. He leads you to a small beach shed and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.

Siwoo looks at you, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

You nod, trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, I just… I didn't expect this."

He steps closer, his gaze intense. "Neither did I. But, YN, there's something I've wanted to do all night."

He leans in, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. But something feels off. The reality of your situation crashes down on you. This isn’t how you imagined it, not surrounded by paparazzi and hiding in a shed.

You try to pull away, but Siwoo's grip tightens slightly.

Just as you're about to push him away, the door of the shed creaks open slightly, and the flash of a camera captures the moment. Realization hits you like a ton of bricks. This was all a setup. Siwoo purposely kissed you in front of the cameras.

"I can't do this," you say, your voice trembling as you push your way out. "I'm sorry."

Before he can respond, you slip out of the shed, the flashes blinding you once again. You hear the paparazzi shouting and the clicks of their cameras, but all you can think about is getting away. You run down the beach, tears stinging your eyes.

THE NEXT MORNING, you pick up the newspaper on your doorstep and your heart drops at the front-page headline:

THE DAILY BUZZ

PRINCESS OF GENOVIA HAS A BOYFRIEND?

Photos of the Princess in a Beach Scandal

Your stomach churns as you see the photos of Siwoo kissing you splashed across the front page. The headline is bold, the images intrusive and unmissable. The story details the scandal that erupted at the beach party, with paparazzi capturing every moment of your private exchange.

You arrive at school, clutching the newspaper in your hand. Whispers follow you through the halls, eyes lingering on you with curiosity and judgment. You can hear snippets of conversations as you pass by.

"Did you see the photos? I can't believe it's true!"

"She's really the princess of Genovia, and now she's got a boyfriend?"

The words sting, but what hurts more is the realization you have yet to face: Sunghoon. You had forgotten about the whole performance on Saturday. You scan the hallway and finally spot him by his locker, his face buried in a book. As you approach, he looks up, and your heart sinks further. His eyes are cold, filled with disappointment and hurt.

"Sunghoon," you start, your voice barely above a whisper. "I—"

But before you can continue, the bell rings, echoing through the corridor. You glance at the clock, realizing you have to get to your private class. You want to stay and explain, to apologize, but you know you can’t afford to be late.

"I'm sorry," you manage to say, but Sunghoon has already turned away.

YOU RETREAT TO YOUR ROOM, hoping for some quiet time. Hours pass as you lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in your mind—the paparazzi, the headlines, Sunghoon's hurt expression.

As the night deepens, a realization slowly dawns on you, one that sends a jolt through your heart. You don't have feelings for Siwoo. The excitement and attraction were all lies, fueled by the thrill of being noticed by someone so popular. But when you think about Sunghoon, it's different. You remember all the moments you've shared, the way he makes you laugh, the way he genuinely cares about you.

Sitting up, you take a deep breath. It’s Sunghoon. It’s always been Sunghoon.

YOU PACE AROUND YOUR LIVING ROOM, your heart heavy with the weight of the misunderstanding. Mustering the courage, you pick up the phone and call him.

"Hey, can you come over? I really need to talk to you," you ask softly.

There's a pause on the other end before Sunghoon finally agrees.

When he arrives, he looks weary, the pain still evident in his eyes. You take a deep breath and begin, "Sunghoon, I'm so sorry. I need to explain what happened. Siwoo was using me, and I didn't realize it until it was too late. I didn't meant to skip your band performance."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I… I believe you."

"I know, and I'm so sorry," you repeat, your voice earnest. After a moment, you look at him, your heart pounding. "There's something else. Can you come to the ball with me? It's the Genovia Special Ball, and I want you to come with me."

Sunghoon looks at you, surprised. "What?"

You smile a little and repeat yourself, "Will you come with me to the ball?"

After a few moments, he nods slowly. "Okay, I'll go."

THE DAY OF THE GRAND BALL HAD FINALLY ARRIVED, but instead of excitement, you were overwhelmed with stress. Your grandmother was incredibly upset about the whole situation, her stern words echoing in your mind. The pressure of becoming a princess was suffocating, and in a moment of desperation, you decided to run off.

As you hurriedly packed your things, you noticed a letter on your desk. With trembling hands, you opened it and began to read.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you’re reading this, it means the time has come for you to embrace your destiny. I know it seems daunting, but remember, you are stronger than you think. You have the heart of a lion and the grace of a swan. Being a princess isn’t about perfection; it’s about kindness, courage, and love. I believe in you, and I know you will make me proud. Trust yourself, and remember, you are never alone.

With all my love, Dad"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you read his words. You realized, you couldn't run away from reality and you had to face it.

Meanwhile, at the ball, Sunghoon was waiting anxiously. He felt betrayed and worried as you hadn't shown up yet. Your grandmother, too, was nervous, glancing at the door every few minutes, hoping you would walk through.

Sunghoon paced near the entrance, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds. "Where is she?" he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. He felt a pang of hurt, thinking you had left him again.

Your grandmother, regal yet tense, addressed the crowd with a forced smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. My granddaughter will be joining us shortly."

Determined, you dashed out into the pouring rain, hailing a taxi to the grand party. The rain soaked through your dress, but you didn’t care. You arrived, drenched from head to toe, but your resolve was unshaken. You rushed inside, interrupting your grandmother's speech. She was shocked to see you, but relief washed over her face as she motioned for you to come forward.

"Y/N, my dear," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You made it."

Soaking wet, you stood beside her, and she handed you the microphone. Despite your usual fear of public speaking, you felt an unexpected calmness. You began your speech, your voice steady and clear.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you started, taking a deep breath, "I apologize for my tardiness. Today, I was reminded of the true meaning of being a princess. It’s not about the crown or the title, but about the responsibility to lead. My father’s words reminded me of this, and I am here to honor him and all of you."

You paused, scanning the room filled with expectant faces. "Being a princess means embracing the values that truly matter: compassion, integrity, and dedication to our people. It's about standing up for what is right, even when it is difficult. It's about listening to the voices of those who cannot be heard and offering a hand to those in need."

You took another deep breath, feeling the weight of the crown yet also the support of your father's spirit. "My father taught me that true leadership comes from the heart. It's about being a beacon of hope and a pillar of strength for others. I promise to uphold these values and to be the princess that you all deserve."

The crowd listened intently, and by the time you finished, they erupted in cheers. Your grandmother placed the crown on your head, and you were officially crowned princess.

YOU SLIPPED INTO A BREATHTAKING GOWN OF SILK AND LACE , its intricate design accentuating your every movement. Your hair was swept up into an elegant chignon, adorned with delicate jewels that sparkled under the ballroom lights.

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as you re-entered the ballroom. The music had started, and couples were already dancing. Your eyes searched the room until they found Sunghoon, who was waiting for you near the dance floor. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he quickly made his way to your side.

"You look stunning," he whispered, offering his hand. You blushed and took it, feeling the warmth of his touch.

"Thank you," you replied softly. "Shall we?"

He led you to the center of the dance floor, and the music shifted to a slow, romantic melody. Sunghoon's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he began to lead you in the dance. The world seemed to fade away as you moved in perfect harmony, your eyes locked on each other.

"You did amazing tonight," Sunghoon said, his voice low and sincere. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I couldn't have done it without you," you admitted. "Thank you for believing in me."

As the dance continued, the room seemed to blur around you, leaving only the two of you in focus. Sunghoon's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Y/N," he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Your heart raced, and you felt a flutter of anticipation. "What is it?" you whispered, barely able to breathe.

"I love you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I always have."

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, while his other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin.

You could feel his heartbeat through the closeness, and you melted into his embrace. Your hands instinctively reached up, one resting on his shoulder while the other gently tangled in his hair.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"I love you too, Sunghoon," you confessed, your voice trembling with happiness. "I always will."

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rubywonu · 1 year

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𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲

“in your heart, i will light a flame.”

summary: in which you fell in love with the most infuriatingly handsome person you knew, joshua hong.

pairing: joshua hong x fem!reader

genre: he falls first and harder, royal!au, childhood enemies to lovers.

warnings: mentions of big crowds, alcohol, kinda rushed at the ending.

w/c: 1.7k

nia’s notes: this is for the caratsland event on seventeen songs, im so excited to be apart of this. (@fairyhaos this one is for you)

the esmerald gala. the biggest ball in history. it was held by the royal family of esmerald, which you happened to be a part of. you were the heir to the throne and this year's gala was a set up for you to find your husband.

every man above the age of 23 and below the age of 40 was a candidate for you, apart from one man. joshua hong, the prince of catheral, your parent's best friend's son.

you glanced around from the top of the staircase making sure that no one could see you. the ballroom was filled with important people and their partners.

you were startled a bit when your bodyguard crept up behind you. "it is time, your highness."

you stepped back and went to your position, trying to calm your nerves. taking deep breaths was all you did until you heard the guard announcing your entrance. "princess yn esmerald, heir to the throne."

a magnificent orchestra played in the background as you gracefully walked down the stairs. your eyes darted around the room, trying to find a familiar face to talk to and then you caught the eye of the person you were planning to avoid the whole day.

the whiskey-coloured eyes that displayed authority devoured you. a small smirk made it on his face and he raised his champagne glass, the annoyingly hot smile still plastered to his face.

you broke off the eye contact and tried to refrain the act of rolling your eyes as you reached the base of the stairs. people already rushed up to talk to you or to sneak a glimpse of the heir to the throne.

almost immediately you were thrown into conversations with political authorities or kings and queens of other kingdoms. it would be like this until your parents' entrance would be announced, which you assumed would be quite a while.

you shook hands and people brought you hugs. just as you were about to start another conversation with a very boring minister, the familiar orchestra played after the guard announced your parents' arrival.

the duo walked down the stairs, waving their hands and smiling at everyone. no wonder your parents were the most loved rulers of the country. hand in hand, your parents were thrown into more conversations and hugs than you were brought into.

and you were finally left alone. quickly you gathered your ball gown and you made it outside to your favourite place in the whole palace. your balcony. it offered a scenic view of the capital city of your country and you often found comfort in it.

"yn esmerald. fancy seeing you here." the agitating voice cursed your silence and you closed your eyes in irritation. you turned around, not even bothered to smile.

"joshua hong. pleasure is all yours." joshua dipped his head down to try to hide his growing smile.

joshua wore a perfectly fitting white silk shirt and a black fur coat. his hair slicked back and a few strands falling out. if he wasn't as frustrating to be with, you were sure you would have asked him out.

once again, the two of you held eye contact. and it felt like it was only the two of you in the whole world. the sound drained out and the surroundings faded away. the mischievous glint in joshua's eyes trapped you and you found yourself wanting to explore it. something you should not feel started to flow throughout your body. intrigue.

you snapped out of the inviting gaze when a waiter offered the both of you another glass of champagne, which you took with no hesitation. you realized you would need some alcohol in your body if you were dealing with joshua.

"so, what are you doing here?" you raised an eyebrow at his question. "i mean, what are doing out here instead of your party?"

you scoffed. "it's hardly a party." you looked back at the view. "needed some air, and this seemed like the best place to do that. i can sense you came out here to do the same."

instead of answering, joshua nodded while mimicking your position near the railing of the balcony. the silence once again enveloped the atmosphere and for a second you found yourself wanting to break it.

joshua was entranced by your behavior. ever since the first ball he had attended, you were the diamond in his eyes. the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled or your heavy esmerald accent left joshua wanting to experience them first hand. he wanted to be the reason you smile and the reason you speak with a unique tone.

your banter started with a small competitive behavior initiated by you. and joshua being the lovesick puppy he is, continued the banter to make you satisfied.

he would love to see the deep red flush that would spread across your neck and face when he would subtly flirt with you. he'd love to make a reaction come out of you. especially when he would ask you for your hand in marriage. ever since he was 10, joshua asked you out every ball and you declined each year. but this was the year you would shock him.

the both of you were disturbed by the loud sound of the bell back in the hall.

"the dance is about to start, let's go." by the time joshua registered what you said, you were already way ahead of him and he rushed to your side, the familiar scent of honey and vanilla inviting him.

the both of you made it into the hall at the correct time and the kind and queen of esmerald were dancing to kick off the event. soon later the monarchs of all the kingdoms present there were at the centre. and then it was time for the others to dance.

you and joshua walked on the opposite side of the hall, meeting worthy candidates for the first dance. the first dance was very important to the ceremony, especially since now you were supposed to find a man to marry. the tradition was the person who you danced with first was the person you chose to marry. you had to accept the dance proposal first and that didn’t prove to be an easy task.

throughout the search, you and joshua sneaked glances at each other. it felt like you were little children sneaking glances at their crushes. you liked joshua and joshua liked you. the whole world knew that only the both of you didn't realize it.

once again, you looked up to sneak a look at joshua only to find him out of your sight. you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked around the area to search for him. completely disregarding the balding man in front of you who had tried to ask you to dance.

just as you were about to walk away, you felt a hand come in contact with your wrist. you were spun around, your ball gown fluffing around you. your other hand was placed on the person's chest as support.

you looked up and the blush took over your face. seeing that joshua smirked, internally partying because he made that reaction. your eyes were wide with shock and your heartbeat was so fast that you were sure everyone at the whole ball could hear it. "what do you think you're doing?"

"taking you to go dance." joshua's response was simple. his deep voice sent shivers down your back and he leaned forward to your ear. "do you have any objections?"

you were rendered speechless. your mouth went dry and anything you wanted to say left your mouth. "shouldn't you ask me first?" you were finally able to get something out of your mouth but it was still weak and quiet.

"well, then." joshua pulled away from your body and you immediately missed the warmth. joshua grabbed your hand and bent down a little. "princess yn, will you take the honors and dance with me."

you tried to hide your smile on your face but failed miserably. "if this your idea of a marriage proposal, hong, i will leave you.” you were going to marry joshua hong. the both of you knew that.

you and joshua walked towards the center of the ballroom and your partnership invited whispers and gasps from the crowd. from the corner of your eyes, you saw your parents and they nodded with small smiles on their faces, clearly happy with your choice.

the sensual trumpet in the background was the only sound that you heard, neither of you heard the hushed whispers between the guests and you didn't see the envious glances that were shared and they didn't matter.

all the uncertain feelings were understandable now. you didn't like him, oh no, you loved joshua hong.

joshua's heart fluttered when your cold eyes melted to a gaze filled what adoration and curiosity. he waited for this moment for a long long time and it felt more perfect than he ever dreamed of.

his heart was burning with the passionate flame that was you. joshua looked at you like you were the person who had created the universe.

once again, joshua moved closer to your ear. "in your heart, i'll light a flame." he made eye contact. "just like you did in mine."

"there's no need." you grabbed the nape of his neck gently. "you've already blazed upon my heart." you smiled at joshua who was speechless.

"i thought you hated me," joshua asked you. he knew the answer but he loved to tease you.

"hate is such a strong word. isn't it?" your response was expected by joshua, the bright red colouring and the shivering.

neither of you realized how passionate your love would be. and all it took was to light a flame.

tagging: @kflixnet . @caratsland . @pixieskie . @xomingyu . @bangchansbae .

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Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

pairing: Aegon x Sister!Wife!Reader word count: 0.6k warnings: reader is Aegon's sister wife, language note: Hope you enjoy 💚 masterlist

“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening.

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family.

But not tonight.

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you?

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her.

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?”

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother.

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent.

“What?”

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you.

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra.

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid.

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra.

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.”

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare.

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.”

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders.

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears.

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face.

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise.

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room.

“A marvelous toast.”

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Why is all the sons my favorite?!!! Please can we have a conversation between Aemma and Yn abt childbirth where yn promises Aemma that her sons wld forever be loyal to Rhaenyra cause that's the right thing to do. And a convo between brothers where Viserys banishes Daemon from court after Aemma death cause he jealous. (Show established Daemon meant no cruel remarks)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

ALL THE SONS

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“My Queen.” You deeply curtsied as the door fell shut behind you. Aemma had her ladies in waiting leave the room. Your eyes watched them as your hand rested on your matching pregnant stomach. “Lady Y/N.” The Queen politely smiled and moved to stand in slow movements.

“I’m glad you came.” Aemma softly spoke and you bite your tongue; it wasn’t as if you could ignore a royal order. “Come with me.” She spoke and you moved to follow as the Queen guided you to the chairs at her window. You smiled when she motioned to the seats whilst you wondered what this was all about.

“Thank you.” You whispered and settled yourself as comfortably as possible whilst resting your hand on the glass table. The silence moved over you both and you couldn’t help but become more worried. “Is everything fine?” You couldn’t help but ask and you hoped your tone didn’t give you away.

“Oh, of course.” Aemma moved to take your hand now. Her fingers moved over your rings for a moment. You were still confused and your face must have shown it as the Queen in front of you softly sighed. “I would like to talk to you about Rhaenyra.” Aemma finally spoke about the reason for the meeting.

“Rhaenyra?” You asked in complete confusion; your hand moving over your stomach once more as you wondered if she was safe and well. “Is she fine?” You babbled out; the worry you held for the little Princess only grew. “Yes, she’s well.” The Queen smiled gently at the mention of her daughter.

“I’m glad.” You whispered to her with a bright, true smile as the Queen seemingly relaxed back into her chair. “I want to speak about when she’s Queen.” Aemma whispered as if it was treason and you cocked your head to the side. “I know she will have many enemies. Her being a woman will not help the situation.” The Queen continued.

“You might have a son.” You offered her some comfort, you hoped anyway. Aemma only smiled sadly, as if she knew something you didn’t. “I wanted to ask you something..for you to promise me.” She began once more. “When the King dies..I need you to have your sons swear their loyalty to her. Forever.”

You were still so completely confused. “I don’t want the throne..neither does Daemon.” You whispered to her. You wondered if that was why she was asking you this. Was she worried you wanted to use your sons to gain the throne? “I know..I know…even if my husband doesn’t.” Aemma was quickly growing tired now.

“Please just promise me.” The Queen seemed to be begging you now as she took your hand in a tighter hold than usual. Your frown of confusion could only deepen. “Of course. I promise you.” You finally whispered out and you could see a weight being lifted from her. “I promise.” You repeated with a softer smile.

Aemma matched your smile and all was quiet again as she softly stroked your hand before removing herself from you. She lent back against the chair as your eyes moved towards the sunset coming down. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The Queen whispered and all you could do was stare and wonder.

A MONTH LATER and the Queen was dead. You thought about that last conversation with her a lot as time moved on. You kept your boys closer to you and Daemon was never far away either. Until the King had ordered him into the throne room. Alone. And now all you could do was sit and worry.

“Brother..” Viserys called when Daemon finally moved into the room and slowly made his way to the throne. “Brother.” The prince bowed to his King and hid the confused feelings he had. He wasn’t sure why he had been summoned but he wouldn’t let that show. He watched Viserys play with his rings.

“Was there something you wanted?” Daemon asked and noticed the guards in front twitching when he stepped closer. He decided on standing still now with his hands clasped behind his back. Your words moved through his mind about feeling unsafe and he hated to have to agree with you about it now.

Daemon watched his brother slowly stand and wondered how he hadn’t noticed how weak Viserys had become. Well, he knew why. He was kept busy with his desires for you and the many sons running around him. Those thoughts nearly brought a soft smile to his face before he placed his mask on. “We have been talking.” Viserys began and Daemon wondered who was the we. It was probably the cunt of a hand his brother had. “Yes?” The Prince raised an eyebrow as he helped his brother along. “We…I think it’s best if you left the court. If you left the capital.” The King began to explain.

The silence easily filled the throne room and Daemon noticed the guards twitching once more. Those violet eyes of his followed their movements before returning to his brother. “This is what you truly want?” He had to ask. “Of course. I don’t want to see your sons in my court.” The King snarled out.

Daemon’s jaw tightened whilst his eyes darkened in anger now. The two brothers stared across from each other with each passing moment. The room grew with tension as everything shifted. All Daemon saw was the enemy and he knew when to pick his battles. Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of them.

“My King.” He bowed with his eyes never leaving Viserys. He noticed his brother’s eyes softening for a moment and wondered if one day his brother wouldn’t be led by his heart. The bonds of brothers ran deep but they weren’t endless as now Daemon witnessed as he turned around.

His shoes echoed on the stone floor as his eyes stared ahead. To the future. To his family. His real family, Daemon thought to himself. His mind is already racing with thoughts and plans to remove you and his sons from his godforsaken place. Daemon wouldn’t have you stay here another moment.

Not with these vipers waiting to strike. But he would be back. Daemon had been exiled before; it was his near speciality. But it would never be the same again, unfortunately for Viserys as he lost a true ally. It would take years for Viserys to realise that and in the end; it might not even matter.

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Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader

Requested by: anon ‘Hi!!! So I saw that your requests are open and I absolutely ADORE your writing, so may I ask for a Sandor x stark!reader in a established relationship where maybe Sandor proposes and then the two marry? Could it be more centered on the marriage and very fluffing and loving? I love to imagine how his enormous cape would fit on the small reader! Completely fine if not tho!! Thank you!!💕’

Notes: so in this, you’re the oldest stark child, around 19, and it’s set around the time Margaery comes to King’s Landing ish. Sandor doesn’t escape after Blackwater. It’s all a bit vague and definitely not canon compliant, but just go with it I guess :)

Warnings: swearing, Joffrey being... Joffrey.

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“Are you not frightened of the Hound?”

You smiled gently at your sister as you brushed her hair. “I’m not. Why D’you ask?” You said, pulling her fiery hair into northern style braids. Sansa’s pale cheeks flushed and you grinned mischievously. “What’ve you heard, Sister?” You tease. “Do you still believe some of the knights in your pretty songs exist?”

Sansa nibbled her lip- a nervous habit you both have- and shook her head. “No- I- well... it’s just that I heard... I heard the King say something about marrying you off to him, now that he’s been released from the Kingsguard. To make an example of the Starks,”

You sighed softly. “Look at me, Sansa. Everything the Lannisters do is at the expense of the Starks. You’re starting to understand this now and I’m proud of you for it. But don’t you worry about me. I’m not scared of Clegane. Besides... they’ve too much on their minds with the Tyrells coming to court. Stick to them, Sansa. The Tyrells are smart, the Reach is a valuable resource that the North has always relied on. Befriend Margaery. Win over Ollenna. Sing and dance with Loras,”

“But we aren’t in the north anymore, YN,” she whispered and you tipped her chin up.

“No. But we are northern ladies. And we are the sole heirs to Winterfell for all we know. It’s time we started playing the game of thrones properly, don’t you think? Now go. I’m sure Margaery is waiting for you to rescue her from her grandmother,”

***

With Sansa’s unease put to rest, you got yourself ready, braiding your own hair and dressing, before leaving your chamber.

Precisely on time, you passed Sandor in the hallway and flashed him a brief smile. “Clegane,” you said softly.

“Lady Stark,” he replied, giving you a rare hint of a smile as you backed into an alcove.

“Sansa has heard talk of... of a wedding,” you said lowly. “Between us,”

Sandor towered above you, but his massive hand was gentle when it cupped your cheek. “Would a wedding to me be so bad, aye?” He teased, but when he saw the severity in your eyes he frowned. “Joffrey did make a jest of it. I think it was more to torment the little bird, to make her uneasy,”

“She still thinks you’re a great hulking monster even though you’ve protected us since they put my father’s head on a spike,” you said bitterly.

“Don’t fret, my little wolf,” he said softly. “The cunt makes japes like that all the time. At the expense of our houses, our families. Only the joke’s on him if he goes through with it. Because then we will be married, all proper,”

You nodded and stood on tip toe to press a gentle kiss to his lips- well, more like his chin, even reaching up like you were. “I love you. I need to go, so do you, before people notice we’re gone,”

***

“Ah... Lady YN,”

You blew out a shaking breath as you steeled yourself to deal with Joffrey. You turned around and sunk into a low curtsey. “Your majesty,” you said sweetly, though you made sure to let your broad accent ring clear, to remind him that as long as the starks lived, winterfell would never be his.

“I have been looking all over the Keep for you, my lady,” he said, grabbing your arm. “I thought you had escaped... like your silly bitch of a younger sister,” you gulped, knowing he was talking about Arya.

“I’m sorry you had to look for me, Your Grace. May I ask what I am needed for? I would be honoured to serve Your Grace,” you spewed the words you knew boosted his ego, following him as he walked you back to the throne room.

“I have a gift for you,” he said casually. “At first I considered giving it to Sansa... but I already gifted her her father’s head... no, I think it’s your turn to receive a gift from your king,”

“Yes, your highness, thank you,” you said with a tight lipped smile, urging yourself not to start shaking. Joffrey walked you to the throne room, grinning madly to himself. He left you in the centre of the room and seated himself casually atop the Iron Throne. Your eyes darted around the room, soon landing on Sansa, who was with Margaery Tyrell in the shadows, her eyes red rimmed.

“Lady Stark, I think it’s time you found a husband! Your sister has been betrothed for some time, so I think it’s only right for her older sister to be wedded and bedded before her,” your eyes widened slightly and you nodded slowly. Cersei and Tywin were stood to the left of the throne looking thunderous. Clearly they weren’t happy about the heir of Winterfell being married off as a jest.

“Your grace?” You said carefully. “You’re very kind,”

Joffrey smirked. “I am, aren’t I? Dog? Come forward. I have found you a pretty little wife... do as you would like with her. The ceremony will be in ten days’ time,”

You shut your eyes and exhaled, making sure you looked relatively frightened. Sandor stepped forward, though he didn’t really need to, as he towered above the rest, and gave a solemn nod, murmuring “yes, your grace,” you repeated his words before you were all dismissed.

***

Straightening the neckline of your dress, you sighed, sweeping off invisible dust. It was light grey, almost white, with long velvety sleeves and a tight fitted bodice with tony direwolves embroidered on the trim. You let your hair- dark like your father’s- fall in loose waves over your shoulders, only the front part braided back.

“Oh, YN, you look beautiful,” Sansa whispered, flinging her arms around your neck. You smiled softly, rubbing her back.

“Come on now, sister,” you said, although your voice cracked slightly. Together you walked to the carriages that would take you to the Sept; you were to be married before the Gods, and you knew exactly what Sandor would have to say about that. Fuck them.

As you stepped out and climbed the steps, you held your head up, your face a stony mask of serenity. You entered the sept and took a deep breath, gasping when you felt a hand grab your arm.

“Don’t fret, Lady Stark... I’m going to give you away to the Dog, seeing as your father had his head cut off for being a dirty traitor,” you nodded as Joffrey began walking you to the start of the aisle. “He’ll tear you apart at the bedding ceremony,” he whispered in your ear. “And failing that, his sons will rip you in two the same way they did my grandmother,”

You ignored his words as he began walking you down the aisle, smirking to himself as you looked up ahead at the stained glass. You heard the court’s whispers as the disgraced stark girl was marched up the aisle, the small laughs at Ned Stark’s daughter being whored out to the Hound. At the alter, Joffrey let go of your arm and returned to his place by his mother as the Septon began talking.

“We stand he before god and men to join man to wife. If you would take your bride under your family’s sigil...” you looked up at Sandor for the first time in your ceremony, your eyes soft as you turned around. Your knees buckled under the weight of his thick cloak- yellow, with three black dogs embroidered onto it- as he draped it over your shoulders; you could easily use it as a blanket, spread out like a starfish and still have plenty of room. Instinctively, you tugged the fabric closer to you, his scent wafting up from the huge cloak as you both repeated your vows.

“For I am his as he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,” you said softly, and finally, you didn’t have to speak anymore, because Sandor was kissing you, hard, probably harder than was decent in the Sept, and as the crowd of clueless ladies and lords cheered, you could hear Joffrey raging to his mother that you were supposed to be terrified...

But that didn’t matter.

Sandor leaned down to whisper in your ear: “Fuck the gods. Fuck the king. You are mine and I am yours,”

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The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Two

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, teeny bit of angst, Spanish translated by using Google Translate :(

Words: 2431

Disclaimer(s): This gif does not belong to me and I’m so sorry if this Spanish is wrong.

Translation(s): Su Alteza, espero que su estadía haya sido placentera - Your Highness, I hope your stay has been pleasant

Si, gracias. Tu hermano es un hombre muy amable, me impresiona tu español - Yes, thank you. Your brother is a kind man, your Spanish impresses me

A/N: Again, I’m so so sorry if this Spanish is wrong! Thank you so much for all the love on this fic already! Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Two - Flowers in Your Hair

For the first month and a half that the Spanish Princess had been at the grand chateau in the countryside outside Paris, she had brought so much warmth and light to it. Sirius used to close the heavy curtains just after the sun had set but Y/N preferred to keep them open for much longer, only closing them just before she retired to bed. All the servants seemed to be delighted, now the chateau was always full of light whether it was warm yellow sunlight or the silver shine of the moon. Sirius had never seen the moon shine quite so beautifully.

Y/N was kind to the servants and they seemed to glow from her affectionate attention, though she hardly bestowed any warmth on Sirius – she wasn’t rude or anything - but he expected that. It was why he wanted to wait a little while before they were married, Sirius hoped that they would grow to care for each other.

Sirius found her in the glass sun house, her pretty eyes fixed on a thick tome about myths and legends. He was contented with watching her for a few moments, her eyes moved across the page and she had a small smile on her face, “Your Highness,” he cleared his throat and she raised her graceful head to smile wanly at him, “I thought we might visit the village on the morrow so you can meet the townspeople.”

Y/N nodded as she played with the tresses of her hair, “I would like that, I would be happy to meet them. As long as I’m back for my siesta, I like having it beneath the apple tree.”

Sirius frowned a little as the new word rolled off her tongue; he knew that he should have learnt some Spanish in anticipation of her arrival. “I’m sorry, siesta? I’m not sure what that is,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously and he saw the disappointment in her eyes.

“It’s a sleep in the day my dear brother,” a voice full of laughter called out. Sirius momentarily closed his eyes, fighting back a sigh as he turned to see his handsome younger brother at his side. Regulus really should have been properly announced, Sirius hated it when he just turned up like this, “and this must be the beautiful Princess Y/N,” he bowed and Y/N smiled at him graciously, “Su Alteza, espero que su estadía haya sido placentera,” he spoke in such perfect fluent Spanish that Sirius wanted to strangle him.

Y/N’s soft lips parted in surprise before she smiled and spoke back, “Si, gracias. Tu hermano es un hombre muy amable, me impresiona tu español “Yes,” Regulus grinned, reverting back to English and he clapped Sirius on the shoulder, “my dear brother is only fluent in French and English,” he laughed and Sirius felt his nostrils flare with anger but before he could remark, Y/N beat him to it.

She gave Regulus a sharp look, “I think that it’s rather impressive, I cannot speak any French,” she looked back over at Sirius and her face softened as she smiled at him.

Sirius beamed back at her, feeling his face flush with delight, Regulus held up his hands in mock defence before he backed away with a smirk on his face. Sirius smiled at Y/N as he walked towards her, “thank you, Your Highness.”

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, “nobody – especially those in your family – can take your skills and accomplishments away from you, remember that,” she paused as she smiled prettily at him, “I think that in view of the circumstances you’d better call me Y/N,” she giggled before she glided out of the sun house, leaving behind the sweet smell of roses.

They left early the next morning and rode beneath the perfect blue sky, Sirius had decided to take her the scenic route, he was sure that she’d like it. Y/N looked exceptionally beautiful and ethereal in a dress of green silk and a garland of spring flowers in her hair. The pair of them mostly rode in silence as YN marvelled at the beautiful French countryside, her face aglow with pleasure and joy.

“France is so beautiful,” she hesitated, “from what I’ve seen of it anyway, I think that I prefer this landscape to the one in England,” she smiled at him from where she was riding on her chestnut horse.

Sirius smiled and nodded, he loved the French countryside too, it had a beauty that the English countryside couldn’t achieve, “I agree but England is beautiful in its way. I’ll show you,” Y/N smiled as her cheeks flushed with delight and she rode a little bit faster.

When they were on the outskirts of the quaint little village, Y/N dismounted and walked in on foot, leading her horse. Sirius grinned down at her before he exchanged a look with his small troupe of guards who inclined their heads at him. The Duke followed suit and walked alongside his future bride as they entered the village together. Y/N radiated warmth as the townspeople called her name; the women blew kisses while the men shouted bawdy remarks.

Sirius admired Y/N as she talked to the townspeople, any other woman would have been cold to people who were beneath her, but not Y/N. She hugged the ladies and kissed the men on the cheeks and Sirius couldn’t help but feel proud. There was a little girl who was hiding shyly behind her mother so Y/N beamed beautifully at the girl as she crouched down so she was at the child’s level.

“Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“Amelia,” the girl whispered, still hiding her face.

“Amelia, it’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is Y/N.”

Amelia nodded, smiling unsurely before thrusting a bunch of daises at Y/N, “these are for you.”

Y/N gasped in delight as she took the flowers, “thank you! They’re beautiful,” she smiled as she plucked a flower before placing it amongst Amelia’s auburn curls, “there, now you have flowers in your hair.”

“Just like you!” Amelia beamed before hugging Y/N.

Y/N giggled as she hugged the little girl tight. Sirius smiled as he watched the interaction between them, she would have made an amazing Queen. Y/N seemed to charm almost everyone – some of the villagers remained stony faced – and she didn’t seem too unaffected by the villagers who didn’t seem to be impressed.

Sirius and Y/N left the village when the sun was high in the sky and the air was balmy and stifling. Sirius helped Y/N onto her horse and they rode out of town, waving goodbye to the villagers. Sirius smiled over at Y/N in pride as they rode side by side on the forest path, it had been a successful day and Y/N had done incredibly well.

“You have the knack for this kind of thing Y/N.”

The Princess smiled at him as the springtime wind blew through her hair, “for as long as I can remember I’ve always been taught to be just and fair. You can’t rule with fear, the common people will never love you if they fear you and it’s much better to be loved than feared,” she sighed wistfully and all Sirius could do was gape at her. How was she even real?

It was a pleasant ride, Y/N seemed to enjoy the sight of the dappled sunlight as it filtered through the thicket of trees and she smiled at the noise of a nearby stream. When they rode beneath the cherry blossom trees Y/N made a small sound of delight as she looked up at the pink petals.

“This is beautiful; we have nothing like this in Spain.”

“They’re cherry blossom trees; soon this whole path will be pink from the fallen petals.”

Y/N sighed happily as she glanced back up at the pretty tree, “that would be a marvel to see.”

Sirius suddenly had the burning need to see cherry blossom petals carelessly caught in her tresses. The young man flushed and willed the yearning to go away. His bride was beautiful for certain but he didn’t want to rush anything.

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You smiled in bliss as you walked down the bright sweet smelling corridor of the beautiful French chateau, you glanced through the huge windows at the world outside and you grinned as you saw the rolling hills washed with dazzling sunlight. You could find beauty in everything when you were happy – and you were – you wouldn’t have thought it was possible for you to be happy anywhere apart from Spain. You found it easy to be happy in France, Sirius was handsome and kind and his lands were beautiful. It was like a midsummers dream in the height of springtime.

However, you couldn’t help but almost resent Sirius though you knew that it wasn’t his fault. It felt like he had stolen your birth right away from you, even though he had no say in the matter and you had never wanted to be Queen. Perhaps you felt this way was because as soon as you got married to Sirius you wouldn’t be a Princess, for the first time in your life you wouldn’t be titled as a Princess. Maybe you resented him because there was a rumour that he had bastards all over England but that was none of your business, as long as he didn’t father any when you became his wife. You understood that men had needs that women were destroyed for.

Whatever the reason, you were trying to get over it because you didn’t want a marriage that was built on resentment. You wouldn’t have a marriage like your parents. It was warm and sweet smelling when you walked into your expansive chambers and saw Sofia standing by the steaming hot bath that was full of dried rose petals and dried herbs. Sofia smiled at you, her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling and you smiled back. Sofia was your very best friend, you were going to make sure that she married well but you also wanted her to marry for love.

You got undressed and thanked her as she helped you into the boiling hot bath, it felt like heaven and you sighed in contentment as her fingers gently combed through your hair as you lay back, closing your eyes.

“Did you have a pleasant time visiting the townspeople yesterday?” Sofia asked as she washed your hair.

You smiled and nodded, remembering how handsome Sirius had looked upon his white horse. He was a complete cliché, “I did, we left for the village so early that I didn’t want to wake you,” you apologised, “I wish you could have seen it Sofia, it was so beautiful and they were so nice,” you remembered the little girl, Amelia fondly.

“You were always so good at talking and connecting with the people as I recall, I always admired that about you.”

Sofia’s words were sweet but you sighed and fiddled with a rose petal, “my father taught me when I was a little girl.”

Sofia squeezed your shoulder, “I remember, you even managed to charm my Aunt and we all know what a battle-axe she is,” she giggled, making you smile, “but you can’t blame Sirius for the fact that you’re not the Queen, you never wanted it. You need to warm to him, he’s handsome and kind, and I’m certain that he’s got no bodies in his cellar. He’s only ever welcomed us; you’re lucky Y/N.

“I know,” you muttered, bringing your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them before you turned around to look at your dear friend, “I promise that I’ll find you a good man who you will love and in return he will love you.”

Sofia’s eyes teared up as her olive skin deepened with a flush, “thank you, Your Highness.”

You and Sofia both peeked round the doorframe of the study to see Remus looking at Sirius with a worried look on his face while Sirius dragged a hand through his tangled hair and pressed his fingers against his temples. Sirius had asked you if you would meet him in his study after dinner, he had some news for you and you hoped that it wasn’t anything bad. You and Sofia exchanged worried glances as you swallowed and knocked against the doorframe.

“Sirius?” you called softly, not wanting to startle him.

Sirius rubbed a hand down his face as he looked up and smiled weakly at you worry was etched into his handsome face, “Y/N,” he looked at Remus, biting his lip, “Remus can you and Lady Sofia give us a moment?” at Sirius’ request you looked at Sofia who nodded with a flush on her face.

“Of course,” Remus smiled kindly as he offered Sofia his arm and he escorted her down the corridor, you hoped that Remus would show her around the gardens. The Earl of Warwick was a nice man.

You turned to look at Sirius who looked like he was about to cry and your heart melted just a little bit as you went to him and sat opposite him, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “what happened? What’s wrong?”

Sirius smiled at you but you could see how tired he was, “King James wrote to me, there’s news of trouble brewing in the North of England, it could just be rumours,” he sighed, “or something a lot worse. James wants Remus, Peter and I to meet secretly and discuss it before he goes to his council. He trusts us more than anyone on that damned council; this will be so much easier when we’re all at court.”

“Okay,” you wondered why he was telling you this and you were struck with hope, he respected you enough to tell you his troubles and that was certainly a start.

“I want you to meet with us; we all agree that a Princess of the Castile, a daughter of a Warrior King and Queen would be very beneficial. We will make your voice heard, we’ll have to meet as soon as possible,” he smiled and you felt a floaty feeling in your chest.

He would talk to the King’s council on your behalf because you both knew that they wouldn’t listen to you. He wanted your input, he cared about what you had to say and in that moment, that was everything to you, “thank you Sirius, you don’t know how much that means to me,” you beamed and in that moment you knew that Sofia was right. You were lucky, despite your circumstances.

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FLIPPED THE SWITCH

Requested by: @ateliefloresdaprimavera

thank you 😊It's an Eric imagine where him and Yn have been married since forever (I mean, way does Sookie keep getting all the guys, right?) she went to visit Godric, so when she comes back,Sookie (and everyone besides Pam,who yn views as a daughter) are surprised at her and how much Eric changes when she's around. what do you think?

Eric Northman X Reader

Once again there was a war between vampires and the humans and of course Sookie Stackhouse was in the middle of it. Which means Bill wasn’t far behind followed by Eric who could feel his frustration rising every second, but as Sookie likes to often point out, as the sherif of this area he has to tag along. Only flaw in her guilt tactic was that he didn’t feel guilty, and the missing vamps are from three towns over, meaning not his problem.

But the energetic blonde wouldn’t stop talking his ear off on how it effects all vampires, as if she could talk. Eric was inches from allowing Pam to rip her tongue out just for a few minutes of silence from her spewing horrible plans to fix the problems all revolving around talking it out.

The heavy door to fangtasia slams against the wall from the force Eric used. Pam immediately making a drink behind the bar, she was just as close to losing it on the blood bag human as Eric was. Who was yelling the entire way from the parking lot to inside.

“Here’s a plan, if we must get involved as you say we do, we kill them all!”

Sookie looking genuinely insulted at his suggestion while Bill looks tired of her as well not that he’d let her see that.

“There has to be another way!”

“There’s not, if you want my help that the plan.”

Eric growls, did she forget she was still dealing with vampires. Before she can rebuttal a new voice speaks up.

“Now Eric im sure we can all hear you, no need to yell.”

You said with a smirk, leaning comfortably across the throne on stage. You still remember rolling your eyes at your husband when he bought the damned thing. Pam runs over embracing you in a tight hug, she called you everyday while you were away, keeping you up to date on whatever annoyed her throughout the day.

“Despite how glad I am to see you again how dare you leave me alone with them, do you know what is was like?”

“I can imagine,”

Looking over her shoulder to the two still standing by the bar, looking thoroughly confused at the fact Pam of all people hugging you, a stranger to them at least. just wait till they see what happens next.

Eric was next to you in the blink of an eye. Gazing adoringly at you, gently running his fingers through your hair, caressing the side of your face.

“I see my maker finally returned you.”

If the couple wasn’t confused before they definitely were when they saw the looming vampire kiss you as if you were made of glass.

“He was frightened of what may become of you without my supervision.”

You giggle, hanging onto his black t-shirt. As he hums only looking away from you when Sookie chimes in.

“Who’s that?”

She asked in her thick accent, hands on her hips, as if she should know who you were already. Your heels clicking as you walked over. Pam standing closely behind in case she acted out. Pam always saw you as almost a daughter even though you were married to her maker. Who decided to stay a few steps back, he knew you could handle Yourself but, if Sookie did disrespect you he wouldn’t be able to control himself from what would have a very bloody aftermath which he knew you hated if it could be avoided.

“I’m Y/n Northman, Erics wife.”

You held your hand out with a polite smile, she might not know you but you knew all about her and Bills activates.

“His wife? I didn’t even know he was married!”

She practically yells, to which Eric held up his left hand, ring in plain view.

“Well, where have you been?”

You were quickly seeing what they have been telling you about her, she got annoying quick and thought she deserved to know every detail about everyone, you’ll chop that up to the mind reader thing.

“I wasn’t aware I had to answer to someone I just met, forgive me I should’ve posted flyers before I left.”

You could hear Pam, snicker. Sookie has the decency to look embarrassed, while you reached pasted her to shake Bills hand. As Eric sets his on your back, now standing next to you.

“Now that that’s out of the way, as I was saying there has to be a different way to handle this situation.”

Pam was unfazed by Erics sudden change in behavior, the other couple was not, they have never seen the Viking vampire like that. So gentle, and caring. It was almost as if a switch had flipped in him when you showed up. Gone with the blood thirsty Eric and in with a compassionate, loving husband in its place. They almost got whip lash. But will have to remember that next time he gets out of hand, Smiling up at him with a quick wink from your spot under his arm.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

❤️hope you love it!❤️

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Fighting for... Masterlist

☽ Summary: I’m not like the others, the 100. Their crimes were petty, mine was being born. Being sent to Earth should’ve been refreshing, freeing. Instead, it’s a fight. A fight for survival. A fight for love.

☽ Warnings: The 100 Themes, Blood/Gore, Angst, Death, Murder, Torture, Sexual Themes, Unrequited Feelings, Partial Cheating, Fighting, ☽ Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader

☽ Now on Ao3!

It’s been ninety-seven years since man was last on earth. Ninety-seven years since nuclear bombs went off, soaking the earth in radiation. Three generations have survived on the Ark. Our scientists say that it could be another one hundred years before we could return to the ground. The ground, that’s the dream. But this is reality. On the Ark, every crime, no matter how small, is punishable by death unless you're under eighteen. Instead, you get placed in what we call the sky box. At eighteen, all cases are reviewed. More often than not, you’re released back into the population. But if you’re not, then you’re floated into space. Our crimes were petty. Overcrowding made us expendable. We all tested authority in one way or another. My crime? Being born.

☽ Masterlist is updated as chapters are posted ☽

☽ Each season has its own masterlist, or you can just use this masterpost with all the chapters listed ☽

☽ Trailer

☽ Season 1 ☽ Season 2

☽ Season 3 ☽ Season 4

☽ Season 5 ☽ Season 6

☽ Season 7 ☽ Season 8

☽ Fighting For... AUs

☽ Fighting For... Edits

☽ Fighting For... Edits 2

☽ Fighting For... Edits 3

☽ Fighting For... Asks

☽ Fighting For... TikTok

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

Season 1

☽ Preview ☽ Prologue

☽ Pilot

☽ Earth Skills

☽ Earth Kills

☽ Murphy’s Law

☽ Twilight’s Last Gleaming pt.1

☽ Twilight’s Last Gleaming pt.2

☽ His Sister’s Keeper

☽ Contents Under Pressure

☽ Day Trip

☽ Unity Day

☽ I Am Become Death

☽ The Calm

☽ We are Grounders pt.1

☽ We Are Grounders pt.2

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

Season 2

☽ Preview ☽ Prologue

☽ The 48

☽ Inclement Weather

☽ Reapercussions

☽ Many Happy Returns

☽ Human Trials

☽ Fog of War

☽ Long Into an Abyss

☽ Spacewalkers pt.1

☽ Spacewalkers pt.2

☽ Remember Me

☽ Survival of the Fittest

☽ Coup de Grace

☽ Rubicon

☽ Resurrection

☽ Bodyguard of Lies

☽ Blood Must Have Blood pt.1

☽ Blood Must Have Blood pt.2

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Season 3

☽ Preview ☽ Prologue ☽

☽ Wanheda pt.1

☽ Wanheda pt.2

☽ Ye Who Enter Here

☽ Watch the Thrones

☽ Hakeldama

☽ Bitter Harvest

☽ Thirteen

☽ Terms and Conditions

☽ Stealing Fire

☽ Fallen

☽ Nevermore

☽ Demons

☽ Join or Die

☽ Red Sky at Morning

☽ Perverse Instantiation pt.1

☽ Perverse Instantiation pt.2

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

Season 4

☽ Preview

☽ Echoes

☽ Heavy Lies the Crown

☽ The Four Horsemen

☽ A Lie Guarded

☽ The Tinder Box

☽ We Will Rise

☽ Gimme Shelter

☽ God Complex

☽ DNR

☽ Die All, Die Merrily

☽ The Other Side

☽ The Chosen

☽ Praimfaya

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Season 5

☽ Preview ☽ Prologue

☽ Eden

☽ Red Queen

☽ Red Queen pt.2

☽ Sleeping Giants

☽ Pandora’s Box

☽ Shifting Sands

☽ Shifting Sands pt.2

☽ Exit Wounds

☽ 1.B ☽ 1.C ☽ 2.A ☽ 2.B ☽ 2.C

☽ Acceptable Losses

☽ How We Get to Peace

☽ Sic Semper Tyrannis

☽ The Warriors Will

☽ The Dark Year

☽ Damocles pt.1

☽ Damocles pt.2

☽ Damocles pt.3

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Season 6

Preview ☽ Prologue

☽ Sanctum

☽ Red Sun Rising

☽ The Children of Gabriel

☽ The Face Behind the Glass

☽ The Gospel of Josephine

☽ Memento Mori

☽ Nevermind

☽ The Old Man and the Anomaly

☽ What You Take With You

☽ Matryoshka

☽ Ashes to Ashes

☽ Adjustment Protocol

☽ The Blood of Sanctum

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

Season 7

☽ Preview

☽ From the Ashes

☽ The Garden

☽ False Gods

☽ Hesperides

☽ Welcome to Bardo

☽ Nakara

☽ The Queen’s Gambit

☽ Anaconda

☽ The Flock

☽ A Little Sacrifice

☽ Etherea

☽ The Stranger

☽ Blood Giant

☽ A Sort of Homecoming

☽ The Dying of the Light

☽ The Last War

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

Extra’s:

☽ Your Mine

☽ S4 Ending Rewrite

☽ S5 YN is left on Earth

☽ S5 YN and Maria are Together

☽ S2 Bellamy Defends YN’s Name

☽ S5 YN Dies during Praimfaya

☽ S6 YN is in Love with Someone Else

☽ S1/S2 Finn and YN are Together

☽ Bellamy’s Feelings during Spacewalker

☽ Bellamy’s Reaction after seeing YN Again S2

☽ The Dark Years

☽ Lines Crossed

#fighting for...#fighting for...masterlist #the 100 x reader #bellamy blake x reader #clarke griffin x twin!reader #bellamy x reader #clarke x reader #the 100 series rewrite #rewrite #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #the 100

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throneofsmut · 2 months

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Sweet Little Prince

Dorian Havilliard x Reader || WC: 1.9k || Warnings: None

Summary: Dorian finds out he has a son he didn’t know about. Based on this req.

A/N: Whoever req this i hope you like it. Idk if this is what you expected but it’s what came to mind.

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Your son had finally fallen asleep causing you to let out a relieved sigh as you brush back his raven-black curls from his face.

A smile gracing your lips before placing a kiss on his forehead and quietly making your way out of his room, heading down stairs back to the kitchen.

You find Rowan putting the chocolate cake into the oven to bake.

“You finished it?” you ask as you step up beside the oven. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I didn’t know how long you’d be.” He replies without looking over his shoulder at you. “And I know you want to get the recipe just right for his birthday tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

He gives you a nod before rising to his full height again and moving to the sink to wash his hands. “Your sister wants to talk to you.”

“About what?” You lean on the island that’s in the middle of the kitchen.

Rowan turns around facing you as he dries his hands. He doesn’t say anything until he’s done and places the damp towel on the counter. “About you being Queen of Terrasen and ruling beside her. Together.”

You shake your head, brows furrowed, “Since the war ended, I think I made it pretty clear I don’t want to be Queen.”

“Why?”

“I told you, why already. You, Aelin and Aedion. I don’t want it.”

“Tell me again.”

“Rowan—“

“Tell me.”

Letting out an annoyed sigh, glaring at him for a moment before telling him. Again. “I don’t want to rule. I don’t want a crown or a throne. I have no taste for duty. I’m not suited for it.”

He crosses his arms across his chest. “Have you ever considered that, the best ruler, might be someone who doesn’t want to rule?”

A small chuckle slips through your lips earning a glare from him. “No, I don’t. Because I don’t want it.”

“Your sister just thinks that—“

Aelin walks through the front door of your cottage, “I just think that, it’d be safer for both of you if you moved into the castle and were crowned. She reaches the two of you in a few long strides. “You would be Queen and he”—your son—“would be the crowned Prince.”

Now it’s your turn to cross your arms across your chest. “He’s technically already a prince and I’m capable of keeping us both safe here—in our home. We don’t need to be in the castle.”

Your sister’s—your twin’s— face softens and she walks up to you. “I know he is,” she says gently. “I know you are. . . but please think about it. And if you don’t want to be Queen here, what about Adarlan? Dorian keeps asking about you.”

“Aelin,” you sigh, “you’ve been telling me to ‘think’ about it for two years now and I don’t want it. Or Adarlan’s”

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can your son’s voice cuts her off.

“Mommy?” he calls out. “Mommy, where are you?”

“Coming, baby,” you call back.

Aelin steps back and you make your way upstairs to his room. As soon as you walk into his room he sits up in his bed. “I hear Aunty Aelin and Uncle Wowan, downstairs.”

“Did they wake you up?” You ask as you sit on the side of his bed.

He nods his head, rubbing his eyes—one sapphire blue and one bright ashryver blue, ringed with gold—“Can I say ‘hi’?”

You breathe out a small laugh, nodding, “You can say ‘hi’ but then you have to go back to sleep.”

He nods his head and lifts his arms for you to pick him up.

You head back downstairs with him in your arms. His head resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you.

Aelin and Rowan both walk up to meet you, closing the distance. “How’s my favorite nephew?” Aelin coos.

“He’s your only nephew,” Rowan points out. Which earns him a glare from your sister.

“Say ‘hi,’ baby.”

“Hi, Aunty Aelin. Hi Uncle Wowan.” His little voice is still thick with sleep.

They both greet him back with loving smiles.

“Why are you awake, little prince? We trained a lot today.” Rowan asks him as he brushes a rogue raven-black curl behind his little pointed ear.

“I hear you and Aunty Aelin and I wanted to say ‘hi’.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” Aelin praises.

Your son smiles, his cheeks dimpling, and he turns to look at you. You can’t help but beam at him in return. Your own cheeks dimpling too.

He lightly tugs a golden blonde lock of your hair before whispering—not so quietly—“I go sleep now?”

“Yeah, baby.” You chuckle before giving Aelin and Rowan a quick look and they nod back at you.

And as soon as you’re done tucking him back in he’s sleeping. You kiss his forehead before heading back down stairs, “Sweet dreams,” your whisper into his night filled room.

“Fireheart!” Rowan scolds your sister as she shoves a forkful of steaming chocolate cake into her mouth.

She spits it out before even chewing it and you frown. “That bad?”

She shakes her head, brows furrowing sadly, “No. It’s too hot.”

“I told you to wait,” Rowan grumbles.

“Anyways,” you drawl out. “Why’d you come so late, Aelin?”

“My meetings ran long today and I had an unexpected visitor come.” She blows on a new forkful of cake to cool it down. “They’re going to be visiting for the week.”

You arch a brow, “Who?”

“A friend.”

Your gaze slid to Rowan, who shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’ve been here all day.” And he was right. He’d been here since the morning teaching and training your son because the raw magic he’d inherited from his father began showing.

And a two—practically three—year old with raw magic and fae ancestry needed to be taught control early it seemed.

Also because fae males—even half fae males were deadly. Rowan and Aedion knew that so they came and helped you teach your son control. Fenrys and Lorcan had given up after your son had learned to summon fire and burned off their eyebrows.

Aelin groaned as she chewed a new bite of cake. “Good?” you asked. She nodded, still not finished chewing her first bite before getting another. “Are you still going to be able to make it to his birthday tomorrow?”

She gave you a look as if to say, Obviously, before finally telling you with words. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Your sister and Rowan said their goodnights and Rowan had to practically drag her out because she was still trying to eat the chocolate cake. So to make it easier for both of them you just told her to take the whole thing with her. Her eyes glinted as soon as the words left your mouth.

You woke up early the next day to get everything ready for your son's third birthday and you had practically finished setting up and getting ready by the time Aedion and Lysandra came to help set up.

An hour later the rest of Aelin’s court—your little family—arrived.

Everyone was enjoying themselves and eating while your son and Lorcan and Elide’s daughter played together while Evangeline watched over them.

You got up from the table to go get the cake, still needing to frost it and add the candles.

Aedion rose with you, “Do you need help?”

Giving him a small smile as you gestured for him to sit back down, “No, I got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.” You reassured him.

Setting the cake on the counter that was in front of the window where you could still see your son playing with his cousins. He was conjuring fishes with his water magic and making them dive in and out of the lake in front of him. His cheeks dimpled as he laughed along with the girls.

You were so distracted by your son and the cake that you didn’t hear anyone walk in until they called your name.

“Y/n?” He called.

You stilled as your heart dropped before slowly turning around. The frosting spatula clutched so tightly in your hand your knuckles were white.

“Dorian,” you breathed.

He was still as beautiful as you remembered him. Tall, tan skin, sapphire eyes and raven-black hair. But, he was broader now—more muscular. And in place of the black collar that was around his neck the last time you saw him was a pale line.

“Why— How—“ he stammered.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m visiting. . . I got here yesterday evening and Aelin said you were all celebrating a birthday and invited me.” You were going to kill her.

“You settled.” He pointed out, his eyes taking you in.

Even though he wasn’t necessarily asking, you responded anyway. “Yes.”

“How? You’re twenty, I thought you weren’t going to settle for a few more years.”

“I didn’t think so either, but, uh, I actually settled while I was pregnant.”

Dorian’s face flickered with so many different emotions before he schooled his features and simply asked, “Pregnant?”

“Yeah. . . and not only did I settle but my son’s magic made me fully fae.” You didn’t know why you were just telling him everything. “The healers don’t know how either, but him being half fae confirmed it.”

“Son?”

“It’s his birthday today,” you told him.

Dorian’s mouth opened, but before he could say anything your son’s laugh drifted all the way back to the cottage and cut him off. His sapphire eyes shot to the window and he sucked in a sharp breath.

There was no denying the resemblance. He knew he was the father of your son.

His gaze turned back to you and there was so much pain and regret in his eyes but hope too. Maybe even love. “Why didn’t you tell me?” was all he said though.

“I was going to,” you admitted. “But before I got the chance to,” your voice cracked, “your father ordered you to kill me when he found me trying to talk to you.” A tear rolled down your cheek and he stepped closer to you and wiped it away. “So I ran. To keep us both”—your son and you—“alive.”

Your words weren’t malicious, just honest.

“You don’t remember?”

His eyes were still on you as he shook his head before looking out through the window again. “I missed so much,” he whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry.”

Dorian pulled you into a hug, “Don’t be. You’re both here. Safe and alive. That’s all I care about.” His words made you cry harder and he only held you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

You both were so caught up in your own world that you didn’t hear the little footsteps that bounded into the kitchen.

“Mommy?” Your son called and you and Dorian pulled apart.

He walked up to you and you crouched down to get to his level. “Why you crying?” He asked, his small hands wiping away your tears.

“I’m just so happy, my sweet little prince.”

He smiled and turned to look at Dorian. “Are you mommy’s friend?”

Dorian chuckled as he crouched down too, tears welling up in his eyes, as he looked at a small version of himself. “Yes. Her best friend.”

Your son smiled impossibly wider and stuck his hand out towards him and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dowian.”

Dorian looked at you and this time a tear fell. He cleared his throat, taking your son’s hand, “Hi, Dorian. My name is Dorian too.”

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #dorian havilliard x you #dorian x you #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian havilliard fanfic #dorian havilliard x yn #throne of glass dorian #dorian havilliard x y/n #dorian havilliard reader fic

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throneofsapphics · 1 year

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Manon x reader x Asterin (angst) please 🤸‍♀️

think for yourself.

(part two)

Manon x Reader x Asterin

Summary: “I don’t care how you feel about this.” The white haired witch said through gritted teeth, those gold eyes seeming to burn a brand into you.

“When have you ever cared?” Your voice was quiet and you went against all common sense, turning your back to walk towards the kitchen area. “Leave.”

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: angst, slight injury, blood

A/N: angst is my favorite thing to write. I'm so sorry. also not proofread very well

It was late at night, in the small cabin you lived in, a few miles from the nearest village, perfectly secluded. The safest way for you to live. When you made trips into town, they welcomed you with open arms - mostly because of the herbs and goods you would barter or sell, but you did have a few friends there. Nobody there knows exactly where you live, nor did you invite anyone over, and you always took different routes home, shaking any who tried to follow. Even if that meant you would double the amount of time it took you to get back. Paranoia is good. It’s kept you alive. However, any common sense seemed to fall away for two witches. Who’d thankfully captured your heart instead of tearing it out.

I haven’t seen your kind for some time.” A smooth and cold voice purred from behind you. Rarely could anyone sneak up on you, not with the senses from your Fae heritage. You slowly turned to face them. To of them. Witches. One with white-blonde hair and a predatory look in her eyes stalked towards you, the other fell into step a pace behind her, matching each other in pace and stride. Instead of the urge to flee, a small voice told you to stay. So you did, with that immortal stillness. Fleeing would give them a chase, something they undoubtedly would enjoy.

You didn’t flinch as iron nails snapped out, or as one dug under your chin, tilting your face upwards. You met the burnt-gold eyes with a defiant gaze. “I don’t remember them being quite so pretty,” the other commented, and you could hear the amusement but didn’t dare take your eyes off the witch in front of you. The nails snapped back, and the two walked away without another word.

The cabin had one bedroom, a living and kitchen area, and an outhouse. A few hens cluck around outside, along with a particularly nasty rooster you caught Manon eyeing once in a while. Like it would be her next meal.

You laid, stretched across the couch with your head in Asterin’s lap, her fingers running through your hair, and Manon sat not too far away, in a worn down but cozy red armchair you’d come to associate as hers.

A tension filled the room, both of the witches seeming on edge, and you couldn’t figure out why. Finally, you sighed and sat up, ignoring Asterin’s huff of protest and angling yourself so you could easily see both of them. “What is it?” you asked.

“We’re leaving.” Manon said bluntly, and Asterin winced.

“When?” You replied, fighting the dread that crept inside you. The left frequently, but something about this felt different. Off.

“One week.”

Your heart dropped, eyes starting to burn slightly but Manon wouldn’t react to your tears, she never did. Asterin, on the other hand, would. To anyone else, except maybe the rest of the thirteen, she would seem just as unflinching, the perfect mask of stone obedience. But, the corners of her lips turned down ever so slightly. Guilt, you could sense her guilt. If they were telling you this early …

You cleared your throat, “how long?”

“We don’t know.” Asterin said softly.

“Can I ask what you’ll be doing?”

“You can always ask,” she teased, but it fell short. She and Manon exchanged a glance, and Asterin continued - to your surprise. “The King has been breeding Wyvern’s. He needs riders for his aerial cavalry.”

The world froze around you. You felt fate tightening its strings, twisting around your heart. Ironteeth witches as aerial cavalry for the king's army. That same army who … but they didn’t know about that, or they never would’ve told you.

“Are you going to say anything?” Manon snapped, your silence annoying her. She didn’t like being ignored.

“Why?” You looked back and forth between the two of them.

“When we are done, when we’ve served” Manon said the word with disgust, “him, we will keep the wyverns and reclaim the wastes.”

The wastes. The homeland both of them had been dreaming of for longer than you were alive. But serving him? The King had already conquered Erilea, committed various genocides, banished magic, and had an entire continent under his thumb. What more is he planning to do? Manon, herself, would never make the choice to serve a king, to follow his orders, meaning it had to have come from her grandmother. The High Witch of the Blackbeak clan. You tried to swallow your anger, you really did, but the words came out before your filter could catch up.

“Is this how you’re going to spend the rest of your life, following your grandmothers every order, whoring yourself out to that King?” Before you could blink, both were on their feet. Manon’s iron nails dug harshly into your skin, and you felt the warm slick of blood starting to drip down your neck as she dragged you to your feet.

“I should kill you.” Manon snarled, cold fury in her eyes. You’d insulted her, hit right where it would hurt. Good. Asterin laid a hand on her cousin's shoulder, but her eyes were cold too.

“Do it,” you snarled right back, “your never master would order you to anyway.”

Asterin barely yanked Manon back in time, scratches that would scar left blood dripping down your neck. “Be careful what you say next,” she warned as Manon shook off her grip. Seconds ago, Manon may have killed you but you could tell she wouldn’t now.

“I don’t care how you feel about this.” The white haired witch said through gritted teeth, those gold eyes seeming to burn a brand into you.

“When have you ever cared?” Your voice was quiet and you went against all common sense, turning your back to walk towards the kitchen area. “Leave.”

Two sets of footsteps left, the door creaked open and slammed shut, and hushed arguments sounded outside your door. Too quiet for you to hear. One set came back in as the heavy oak door creaked, but closed quietly this time.

“She does care,” Asterin said softly, her arms wrapping around your waist to pull your back to her chest. Despite the anger still bubbling in you, you melted back into her, resting your head against her shoulder. “She’ll be back in a few days,” she murmured, not expecting a reply from you.

She let you lay in her arms until late that night, content to enjoy each others embrace, as if she knew what would happen next.

Manon stormed towards your cabin, intent on doing something. She wouldn’t apologize, but didn’t want to leave on those terms, with your words in her mind. Whoring yourself out. Your new master. If you were anyone else, you would’ve been dead before the second curse had been uttered.

Asterin followed closely behind her. They knew something was off as soon as they arrived. It felt stale. The hens and that gods-damned rooster were nowhere to be seen. She slammed through the door and the place was empty. You hadn’t been there in a few days. A quick scan told her everything essential to you was gone.

She whirled on Asterin. “Did you know?” Her second shook her head, her emotions flooding through her eyes.

A small note on the table. Manon’s stomach dropped seeing it. She didn’t want to, but she had to read it. Instinct told her the note was meant mostly for her, even without a name on it.,

I love you. If you ever loved, cared for, or respected me, you’ll leave me alone. I hope you learn to think for yourself one day.

Discolored spots and splotched ink littered the page. You cried while writing it. Manon dropped it like it burned her, and stalked out the cabin without a look back.

Asterin read it one. Twice. Three times, and memorized it before destroying it. She took one last look around, trying to memorize every detail, before letting out a long breath and following Manon.

The battle was over, and Manon still felt empty. A gaping hole left in her soul. Twelve pieces of her were missing. But, footsteps sounded behind her, and she prepared to snarl at whoever might be disturbing her. She was surprised when Abraxos didn’t react beyond curiosity. Manon knew that scent. Intimately. She whirled around to see you. Alive.

“So you did learn to think for yourself.”

#manon x reader #manon blackbeak x reader #asterin x reader #asterin blackbeak x reader #asterin blackbeak x y/n #manon x y/n #manon blackbeak x yn #throne of glass fic #throne of glass imagine #angst and comfort if you squint a lot #ending isn't really happy #not proofread #not poly I know they're cousins

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hobeemin · 4 years

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Tinsel & Tae

🎁 Genre: Christmas AU, Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Non Idol AU

🎁 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x (f) Reader

🎁 Rating: pg

🎁 Warning(s): break ups, fainting, crying, Taehyung being the sweetest big brother, lots of fluffy fluffiness

🎁 Word Count: 2k

🎁 Credits: Beta read by the awesome @nightshadevinter 💜 you’re the best!!

Banner resources found here (png & photo stock) and here (psd coloring)

🎁 A/N: @cest-la-tae Daija!!! I’m your secret Santa 😀😁 I had so much fun getting to know you dear! I hope you enjoy this little fic

Y/N pressed her ear to the phone receiver, brows furrowed. Maybe she heard it wrong. As soon as the message ended, she pressed the prompt to repeat it.

“YN listen, I…uh…I know this is a crappy way to end things, but it’s not working for me, and I believe we want different things. I hope you find someone worth your time. Love you. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

Nope, that’s what she heard. She stared at her phone in disbelief. Really? A break up on Christmas Eve? Her hands shook as she placed the phone into her locker. She put her head inside and screamed into her coat. Her co-worker and close friend, Jungkook, entered the employee break room whistling, setting his bag down, but paused once he saw her head buried in her locker. He watched her curiously.

“Everything okay, Y/N?”

She sniffed, removing her head from inside, and slumped down onto the bench. She rubbed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. “No. Everything sucks.”

He groaned, joining her on the bench. He didn’t like seeing her in this state. He just opened his arms, allowing her in, and she began to sob, wetting his shirt in the process. It surprised her because he wasn’t super emotional, but he was here for her, which made her feel good to know he was supportive.

“He broke up with me on Christmas Eve,” she mumbled into his chest.

Jungkook frowned, shaking his head. “Seriously? That prick. Who breaks up with someone on Christmas. You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N hiccupped and grabbed a tissue off the coffee table, wiping her face with a deep sigh. He patted her back gently as he stood. “You’re going to be okay, right? I can ask the boss if you need a replacement.

She shook her head, blowing her nose. “No. No. I need the distraction, but thank you.”

Jungkook smiled at her, tousling her hair, making her swat his hand with a smile, adjusting her hat. “Alright. Let’s get upstairs before we have a riot.”

She chuckled as she looked herself over in the mirror. Y/N smoothed the wrinkles from the bright green dress with red trimming. The bells attached to her dress and matching hat jingled as she turned around, giving herself one last look over. With a nod, she followed Jungkook back out of the breakroom.

***

“Attention holiday shoppers, the mall will be closing in twenty minutes. Please make all purchases at that time. Last call for Santa photos. Have a very Merry Christmas.”

Y/N wanted to jump for joy. At least that was good news. The day was almost over. She stretched, a smile across her face as the flash from the camera went off. With a giggle, she led the child towards their family with a wave.

“Thank you! Merry Christmas!”

She turned, giving Ben, their department store Santa Claus a sigh.

“Is it me, or does the line seem to be getting longer?”

He and Jungkook laughed at her comment. “It’s just you. Relax, we’ve got only twenty minutes left, and then we’ll be free of these–,” he stopped whispering as another family came up for pictures. “HO HO HO! Merry Christmas! Tinsel, bring some candy canes up!”

“Right away, Santa!” Y/N ran over to the basket and handed one to each kid. “Welcome to Santa’s shop! I’m Tinsel, Santa’s elf in charge!”

Soon the kids posed as Jungkook took a few photos, handing the parents the film with a smile. “Take this over to the booth to pay. Merry Christmas!”

Taehyung held his little sister’s hand as they walked to the middle of the mall. “Hurry, TaeTae! I want to see Santa!”

He chuckled, squeezing her hand as she dragged him along. “Be patient, Soyoung. We’ll get there soon enough.”

Soyoung pouted, tugging his hand. “B-But the store is going to close!”

Taehyung sighed, quickening his steps. “Okay. Okay. I’ll walk faster.” He adjusted the bags in his free hand as they walked faster. They reached the line moments later, standing as he glanced down with her.

“We made it. Happy now?”

Soyoung nodded with a boxy grin. “Yes!” She bounced up and down. “I have a lot to ask him.”

“Now. Now. Santa is a busy man. Don’t overwhelm him, Soyoung.”

“I won’t, TaeTae.”

***

“Is it me, or is the room getting hotter?” Y/N asked, fanning herself. Jungkook looked up from the camera, shaking his head. “I feel fine.” She sighed, checking her water bottle. Empty. The lights around her only made it hotter to stand. Y/N looked over the line. Only a few families left. She could get through it. Hand out a few more candy canes, take some more pictures, then head home to a large glass of red wine.

Taehyung grinned as they reached the front of the line. “Almost our turn Soyoung!”

She jumped with a giggle. “Yay!”

But as Soyoung stared at the bright lights, decorations, and Santa looming in the large throne, her face paled. She whimpered, trying to hide behind Taehyung.

“I-I don’t want to see him.”

Taehyung’s brows knitted, staring at her. “But you were excited a minute ago.”

She tugged on his coat. “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna see him.”

Taehyung sighed, crouching down to her eye level. “Soyoung–”

Her eyes welled with tears as she began to cry. People began to stare, making Taehyung flustered as he tried to calm her down, but she wailed louder.

Jungkook looked up at the noise and waved at Y/N. “Code blue Christmas!”

Ben groaned, rubbing his forehead. “This is our last customer. Y/N, take care of it.”

She sighed as she walked over them with a smile, grabbing the basket filled with assorted candy canes. She crouched down by the crying girl and held one out for her.

“Hiya! I’m Tinsel. Are those tears I see?”

Taehyung smiled at Y/N and stood up. “Hi Tinsel,” he brought his sister forward. “This is Soyoung. She’s a little scared to see Santa.”

Y/N smiled at her. “Hi, Soyoung. Why are you scared to see Santa?”

Soyoung sniffled, drying her eyes. She looked at Taehyung as he nodded for her to talk. “He looks scary.”

“Scary?” Y/N gave her another smile. “Santa is the biggest softie. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Trust me, I know. I work for him.”

“You do?”

“Uh, huh. The reindeer would agree too.”

“I-I don’t know–”

“How about I walk up with you, and we’ll talk to him together. What do you say?”

Soyoung clutched Taehyung’s coat staring at Y/N. “Only if he can come too.”

Y/N nodded. “Of course, your dad can come.”

Taehyung’s cheeks became flushed as Soyoung giggled. “Uh, she’s my little sister.”

Y/N covered her mouth as she got flustered. “Oh, goodness! I’m sorry. I thought–”

He smiled with a boxy grin. “No worries. It happens all the time.”

Y/N held her hand out for Soyoung to take. “Well, Miss Soyoung, let’s see Santa with your big brother.”

Soyoung took Y/N’s hand as shyness took over and walked up the trail to see Santa Claus. Y/N gave Jungkook a nod as if to say, ‘everything is fine’ and stopped in front of Ben.

“Tinsel reporting for duty Santa. I have a new friend who is anxious to see you!”

Ben held his stomach and let out a jolly belly laugh. “Well, hello there!”

Soyoung waved, shuffling her feet. “Hi, Santa.”

“Why don’t you come on up and we can chat?”

The shyness dissipated as she walked closer and stood next to Santa Claus. They chatted animatedly. The smile on her face grew more and more as she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Taehyung exhaled as he turned to look at Y/N with a smile. “Thank you.”

“It was no trouble,” she answered. “I was happy to help.”

Taehyung stared at her for a moment, blushing. He couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in the elf costume. He wasn’t one to be awkward; in fact, he was pretty confident in most situations, but being in front of her made him a little infatuated.

“Miss Tinsel?”

Y/N was about to speak up just when a wave of dizziness hit her. Everything went black as she fell backward into the side of the North Pole sign.

“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. As everything began to focus, she could see Ben, Jungkook, Soyoung’s brother and Soyoung standing near her. Y/N tried to stand as Taehyung held his hand up to stop her. “Don’t move; you might have hit your head during your fall.”

“I’m fine,” she said as her cheeks warmed. She hated having them fuss over her. Besides the slight bump she could feel forming, Y/N felt fine. Jungkook glanced at Ben nervously. “Should we call an ambulance?”

“Guys, I’m fine. Seriously. I think I’m just dehydrated,” she rambled.

Taehyung shook his head. “We need to be sure.”

Jungkook went off to grab his phone and make the call. Y/N sighed as she still laid on the ground. Taehyung noticed how uncomfortable she looked and helped her up to lean against the stairs. “Santa, can we get her some water?”

Ben nodded as he walked away. Soyoung sat next to them, the worry crossing her face. “Is Tinsel going to be okay?”

“Of course, I am Soyoung. Just felt a little dizzy. Even elves get hurt sometimes,” she reassured the little girl. Soyoung seemed alright with the explanation and sat there in silence.

Soon enough, Jungkook came back with two EMTs in tow, and Taehyung pulled Soyoung back to give them room. They checked her vitals, stating she was a little overheated and dehydrated. They gave her a sports drink to replenish her electrolytes and told her to take it easy.

Taehyung watched from afar with Soyoung, still concerned. Soyoung glanced from her brother to the elf and pulled on his coat sleeve. “TaeTae?”

“Yes, Soyoung?”

“Do you want to know what I asked Santa for?”

Taehyung peered down at her curiously. “What?”

“I asked for you to meet someone pretty and nice,” she whispered.

Taehyung felt his heartache. “Soyoung–”

“I-I know you get lonely sometimes. I just didn’t want to see you sad anymore.”

Taehyung wrapped his sister in a hug. “You’re the sweetest little sister.” He grabbed her hand and walked over to Y/N. He stopped a few steps away and turned to Soyoung. “Wait here for a moment, okay?”

Soyoung bobbed her head up and down as Taehyung stepped forward.

“Miss Tinsel?”

Y/N sat up from the stretcher as her eyes rounded. He was still here. She wrapped her hair around her ear, having removed the elf hat, and smiled. “Uh, hi there. You can just call me Y/N. Tinsel retired for the night.”

They shared a laugh for a moment. “Well then, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Kim Taehyung.” He returned the smile, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Some way to end a shift.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “I’ll say. My life’s filled with never-ending incidents.”

Visibly nervous, Taehyung scratched his nose. “I don’t usually do this, but...uh, you’re probably the cutest elf I’ve ever met. Um…would you like to go out sometime?”

Y/N, taken aback, stared for a moment. She recovered, feeling a bit bashful. Though the pain of her recent breakup still lingered, she gave him a genuine smile.

“As much as I’d love to, I just got out of a breakup...more like today, but I wouldn’t say no to getting drinks, maybe coffee?”

Taehyung grinned. It wasn’t a complete rejection, but something. “Of course.” He pulled out his phone as Y/N typed her number into the contacts. He smiled, placing it back into his pocket. “Until then, I wish you a merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Taehyung.”

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How Far I’ll Go (Kylo Ren x reader part 1)

This is just a little idea I had and just kind of ran with it. So with the song, instead being pulled to the water she pulled by the force. Basically the reader is force sensitive, but she lives somewhere that there has never been anyone that could use the force. This causes her to be kind of out casted and told to ignore it. Then as she grows older it becomes stronger. Eventually Kylo Ren senses it from across the galaxy and sets out to find her. I hope y'all like it!

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I've been staring at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the perfect daughter But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try Every turn I take, every trail I track Every path I make, every road leads back To the place I know, where I can not go, where I long to be

Ever since I was little I've felt this odd, sensation I guess you could call it. It was like a pull deep within me. It was powerful. But when I brought it up to my parents they quickly dismissed it and told me to never bring it up again. Despite their wishes I would ask about it every so often. I would get scolded for it. But I couldn't help it the pull got a little stronger and stronger every day. I wish I could grow to ignore it, but every time I felt like I had gotten over feeling it, it'd return much stronger than before. It eventually began to consume everything. Anything I did, wether it was attending to my studies, sitting with my mother and father in the throne room, attending an important ball, or even just laying awake at night, I felt it. By the time I was 9 years old, I knew I could no longer ignore it. One night as I laid in bed I closed my eyes and focused on it. It was like it was communicating with me although it had no voice, and used no words. It told me to focus on the book on my night stand and I did. I opened my eyes to see it floating, but in a split second it came crashing down. Had I really just done that? I was beyond myself. I was magical. I knew my parents wouldn't approve of it, but I couldn't really find a reason to care. I had an ability that no one I knew had and I intend to learn how to use it. I also knew that if I really wanted to harness this potential, I'd have to leave home. The planet I'd grown up on, that my family had ruled for centuries. If I stayed I'd be feared if my abilities were ever revealed.

See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go

After that night I took a strange interest in space. And not just the near by planets, but systems across the galaxy. What were they like? Were their others that felt this strange sensation, or "the pull" as I had come to call it? How much can I do with the Pull? There were so many questions that I wanted to find the answers to. I spent a lot of time reading any book I could find that was about the galaxy. There was so much more to the world than what I had here. Sure here I was royalty and promised the position as queen when I came of age and got married, but out there I felt like I could be so much more.

And although it is very unlady like for a princess to take an interest in it, I became very interested in our military pilots. Any chance I had I would be out in the fields watching them take off and land. I'd even sneak away to the hangar to see the ships up close. I ended up stealing some of the manuals for the ships from one of the pilots offices, I was caught by one of the generals. When he asked me what I was doing, I explained to him that although it may be improper I wanted to learn how to fly. I pleaded with the man, and by some stroke of luck it worked. Once a week I'd come out to the hangar and he give me flying lessons. By the time I was 13 I could fly multiple different ships on my own.

I had also improved my abilities with the Pull. I could now do a little bit more than lift a book, but not much. I was able to open a door if my hands were full or turn a light off if I didn't want to get up to do it but that was about it and took a lot to do those things.

It was around this time that I began to become frustrated with it. I felt like there was so much more that I could be doing with it but it felt as though I didn't have the guidance to do so. I gave up trying a little bit after this. No one here on the planet could feel the pull so I was alone. I began to realize that whenever I got angry, it was harder to control it. I had broken quite a few vases when I had gotten angry at my parents or myself or even mad at the pull itself.

I know everybody on this island, seems so happy on this island

Everything is by design

I know everybody on this island has a role on this island

So maybe I can roll with mine

I can lead with pride, I can make us strong

I'll be satisfied if I play along

But the voice inside sings a different song

What is wrong with me?

As I reached the age of 15 and became more mature I began to realize where my place on this planet was. I was to follow in my mother's footsteps and find myself a husband and eventually the two of us would be queen and king.

I'd still feel a strong pull every now and then that would make me angry because it felt as though it was mocking me for giving it up. When this happened I tend to lash out a little but it's always in my private quarters of the kingdom.

It was frustrating when it happened though, it would remind me that I wasn't like every body else. And that was a bad thing in many of my peoples minds.

It was a few weeks after I had turned 16 when everything fell apart. I sat beside my mother who was beside my father in the throne room. A man stood before us and was complaining about something. I had already had enough of him. I quietly leaned over to my mother to ask to be excused to get a glass of water. She reluctantly agreed. I stood and began to walk away. As I did I clenched my fist down beside me not thinking much of it, I was just frustrated. I had tuned out the man's complaints. It wasn't until I heard the gruesome sound of bones breaking that I turned to see the man dead, eyes bulged and face blue and his neck bent at a weird angle. Everyone assumed he had been poisoned everyone but my parents. They knew it had been me, I knew it had been me. I just didn't know how I had done it.

They locked me away in my room with at least 3 guards at my door at all times. If I was to ever leave the my room, which I was allowed to do during the day whenever I wanted I was to be accompanied by at least 2 guards.

See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding But no one knows, how deep it goes And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line? The line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, how far I'll go

Some how that event only wanted me to tap into my ability even more. I didn't mind staying locked away in my room for hours at a time it gave me chance to focus on it more than ever before. It continued to grow stronger. Which was both exciting and frustrating, as I still understood that I didn't have the resources to unlock it's full potential.

On the eve of my 18th birthday, the pull was much stronger. It been steadily growing stronger over the past two months. But it wasn't like before. Before it felt like it was growing strong from within me, but now it felt like I was being pulled toward something or someone else. That night the pull was so strong it made me restless the entire night

I finally fell asleep well past the middle of the night, but it didn't last long, I was awoken a few hours later by commotion outside my door. I heard a few thumps, then the hum of something electrical. It was then that I noticed a faint red glow under my door

The door swung open. There stood a figure, all in black with a helmet and a mask with silver on it on. In their hand they held what looked like a sword made of light, it flowed a bright red color. I was taken back by the sight in front of me. Something told me to be frightened by this figure but I couldn't be. It was like the pull was pulling me towards them

They began to walk forward, and within a few strides of their long legs, they were in front of me. They pressed a button on the handle of their light sword thing and it retracted into its handle. I tilted my head in curiosity. Who was this fascinating stranger. Before I got the chance to ask they spoke

"You are strong with the force." Was all they said

It took me a moment but then I realized that must be what this pull is.

"Is that what it's called? This pull that I feel, it's strong with you as well." I said. "Who are you?

The man lifted his hand and shut the door as well as locked it all without leaving the spot in which he stood. Then he reached up and removed his mask. I'm not quite sure what I expected but it definitely wasn't what I saw. Before me stood a beautiful man, if you can call a man beautiful. His hair was jet black and long, his face quite slender like the rest of his body

"My name is Kylo Ren. Who are you?" He stated and asked plainly. His voice was different now than it was when he wore the mask

"My name is Yn." I said with a smile

"Do you know what the Force is, yn?" He asked

I shook my head no but said, "But I do know I have it. I can move stuff without touching it, like you did the door. But I can't help but feel like there's more, so much more to it.

He nodded, "There is. What have you been able to do with it?

"Just simple things, lift a book or turn a page, close the door, just little things like that," I shrugged, "I also killed a man." I said a little bit quieter.

"What was that?" Kylo asked

"I killed a man with it. I didn't mean to, I didn't know how I did it, hell I still don't know how I did it.

It fell silent

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked in a voice that was nothing more than a whisper. I also was no longer looking at him

He stayed silent for a moment longer before answering. "It's impressive." He said with a nod.

"It takes a lot of training to use the Force to do something like that. If you come with me, I can give you this training. You could live up to the expectations that you hold yourself to." He said stepping closer and kneeling down in front of where I sat cross legged on the bed.

I looked up to him to see him holding his hand out to me. I was hesitant but then I grabbed his hand, he gently pulled me up to stand in front of him.

"What if I fail? Would you make me come back here?" I asked looking down once again

He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. "I can feel it Yn, you will not fail. And if in some way you do, I would never force you to return to somewhere where your gift is looked down upon, where you are punished for having great power."

I smiled at him, "Then yes, I'll come with you. Take me far away from here."

This caused a smile to spread across his face as well.

In a spark of confidence, and an odd pull of the Force I stepped closer and stood up taller on my toes and kissed him. I had to swiftly move my hand to the back of his neck to pull him down some to my height. It wasn't until now I noticed how tall he really was. I had taken him by surprise but within a moment he had his hands on my waist and was taking control of the kiss.

I felt as though we would have stood there longer if it wasn't for the sound of the kingdoms guards running towards my room.

I pulled away and said, "We need to go." I turned to the foot of my bed where I had a bag packed. I had packed it awhile ago, just incase I ever tried to run away. Kylo looked at me and gave me one last smile before returning his mask to his face.

"Stay close behind me." He ordered and I nodded.

We made our way quickly and quietly through the halls. We ran into a small group of guards, but Kylo quickly took them out. When we exited the kingdom there was a huge ship, unlike any I had learned to fly when I was younger. Kylo lead me to it and we boarded it. Once we were on and the hatch was closed, Kylo once again removed his mask and made his way to the cockpit. I had dropped my bag and followed him. He sat in the pilots seat and sat in the copilots seat.

"I don't need a copilot, this ship has an auto pilot that will fly us back to our base." He said.

"That's fine I just wanted to see the controls." I said looking at them in awe.

“Does flying interest you?” He asked without even looking over at me since he was still getting the ship up into the air.

“Yes. Ive never seen anything this advanced though.” I said still looking at all the controls.

“I’ll teach you how to fly it one day.” He said looking over at me, he still had his mask on but I felt as though he was smiling under it.

Once the ship was safely out of the atmosphere of my home planet, Kylo switched it over to auto pilot. He took his mask off and looked over to where I sat looking out at space. It was prettier than I expected.

I let out a small yawn. My eyes felt heavy and I wanted to sleep badly but I didn't want to miss out on the sights before me.

“You should get some rest, where we are going there will be plenty of opportunities to see the beauty of space.” he said.

I wanted to protest but I couldn't find the energy to.

“Where can I sleep?” I asked finally tearing my eyes away from the window.

Kylo stood and motioned for me to follow, I did. he lead me to where the were two bunks in the wall. The top one was messed up with the pillows rearranged and the blankets moved around, that one was obviously his. The bottom one was still perfectly made up, that is where I was going to sleep.

He excused himself before walking off to make sure we were on the right course. Before he walked off he told me that he would be right back to go to sleep as well.

By the time he retuned I was already half asleep. My eyes were closed but I heard him shuffling around preparing for sleep and carefully climb into his bunk above me.

“Good night Kylo.” I mumbled quietly.

I think I caught him off guard because it took him a moment to respond but he did give a gentle “Good night, yn. Sleep well.”

I fell asleep with ease, which was a nice change. I slept peacefully, at least until the nightmares began as they usually did.

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You Know Who You Are Part 7

AN: @spndeanbingo square: mutual pining. Thanks to @cherryblossom1997 for giving me an idea for a section of this.

Warnings: abuse, fights, hospitals, blood, talk of abuse

Words: 1700

Summary: YN starts her recovery and sees the doc.

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“Hi, YN. Lame James, how you doing, son?” James stirred from his restless slumber in the hospital. YN sat straight up in her bed.

“Terry? How did you get in here?” YN wiped her eyes, scared and tired.

“Get out of here, Terry.” James growled and stood in front of YN’s bed as a protective measure.

“Boy, you have been hurt so bad, you can’t protect her.”

“I ain’t your son or your boy. Now leave!”

“See,” he stepped into the room, “Susan and I hated each other when we first met. Eventually we tolerated each other, but my wife is taken care of and out of the way, so I can have YN to myself. Move.” As he approached YN, she was silent in shock. James pulled the emergency cord to alert hospital staff. “You shouldn’t have done that, son.” He threw a vase of flowers at James, glass breaking and spraying everyone. The older teenager was able to keep on his feet when he saw Terry lunge for YN. Fists flew until James sat on top of him, the older man’s face buried in glass on the ground. Before they could do anything, James was being pulled off of Terry, and security escorted the attacker out of the room.

“James, you’re cut!” YN saw blood trickling down his body. She started to stand, but he startled her by yelling for her to sit back down.

“Keep your feet on the bed until they clean this up.”

“I can’t- I can’t believe he-,” she sputtered.

“I know. Who knows how he found us, but we’re okay.” Wearing his hospital slippers, he walked slowly on the glass toward YN’s bed. He held her hands and kissed her forehead.

“Sir, back up so that I can check your wounds,” a nurse stated. “We’ll have the room swept and vacuumed so that you two won’t be hurt.”

“We already were by the worst man in the world! Gah!” YN slammed her fist into the bed. “You people need better security!”

As the room was cleaned, medical staff assessed their newest injuries. Once the glass was removed, James settled back into his bed which dawned new sheets.

“Thank you,” YN said calmly.

“For what?” James asked.

“Saving me.”

“You’re the one who fights. I protect you because you’re my little sister.”

Before she could respond to his sweet comment, Jensen and Danneel walked through the door.

“Sweetie!” Danneel ran over to YN’s bed.

“Ow!” YN squealed in pain as the mother tried to hug her.

“Sorry! Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, but guess who showed up?” James asked.

“No. There’s no way,” Jensen guessed. “How could he know where you guys were?” YN saw his demeanor change from relief to anger.

“We’re fine, Jay. Come here,” she opened her arms, inviting him to hug her. “How long were we gone?”

“Eight hours.” Danneel answered.

“Longest eight hours of my life,” Jensen sighed.

“Really?” YN looked up at him.

“My daughter and her friend were missing. Of course.”

“Oh,” she saw how much he loved her in that moment. “I missed you,” she replied.

As they settled in and the police were called, YN and James took a sigh of relief. After they were interviewed and Terry was taken away, the two teens were evaluated once again.

“Oh, YN.” Jensen said in sorrow. As she was being examined, he saw scratch marks and cuts. With her casted foot and ankle, she slowly maneuvered on her bed so that staff could inspect her wounds.

“I’m okay, Jensen.” She looked up at him. “I’ve been through worse,” YN admitted. Without verbal expression, the adults’ eyes went wide.

“That doesn’t make it right that you need to be here because they’re assholes. Excuse me.” Jensen walked out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Dee. I didn’t mean to make him upset.” YN frowned.

“You didn’t. Terry and Susan did. He just doesn’t like that they did all of this to you. You both don’t deserve any of it.”

“But we made our way through, didn’t we, short stuff?” James smiled. YN weakly turned up her lips in response.

———-

After recovering in the hospital, James went back to school, and YN went home with the Ackles’.

“Stop, James!” YN giggled. “I’m fine,” she told him on the phone.

“You having bad dreams? I wish I could have protected you from-“ he started.

“You did. Now both of them are in jail. How’s school?”

“It’s good. My professors gave me a break since we got hurt.”

“They better, or I’ll come knock some sense into them,” YN sighed.

“DINNER!” Jensen gelled up the stairs.

“Oh, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, Jamie.”

“Okay. Love you, YN.”

As they hung up, she tossed her phone on her bed and heard Jensen walking toward her room.

“Ready for your taxi down the stairs?” He smiled.

“Yeah,” YN sighed. She sat up on her bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, let’s see: I was raised by an ass and his wife, got kidnapped with my friend, and then I was attacked in my hospital room.”

“Is that all?” Jensen gave a weary smile. “Don’t give up. You-“

“I’m not, Jensen. It’s just so much.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to make light of it. I’m sorry.”

“They used to throw me on the basement.” She abruptly stated.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Being back there was hard.”

“I’m sure.” Jensen empathized.

“If I didn’t do something right he would take me down there. This isn’t my first busted ankle. Terry would throw me down the stairs to the basement.”

She went on to describe other things that he did to her. By the end of her story, Jensen was in tears.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked her.

“Yeah,” she didn’t dare look at him.

“YOU deserve to be treated like you are the most important girl in the world. You hear me? Not like how they treated you. You will never feel like that here. I’m going to do my damndest to make sure you never go through that again.”

“Okay,” a whisper all she could muster.

“Do you believe me, Princess?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Your carriage is here to take you to your throne in the royal dining room.” He grinned.

“Oh, stop!” She held her stomach trying to hold in her giggles. “I’m ready, thank you, Jensen.” She scooted to the side of her bed.

———-

3 Weeks Later

“Hi, YN.” Her psychologist greeted her at his office.

“Hey, doc,” she walked into the private room.

“I’m so very happy to see you. I’m glad you’re okay.” He grinned widely.

“Me too.”

“Have a seat, let’s get started.” He escorted her to the couch.

As they met for the first time since YN and James has been kidnapped, she told her psychologist about all of the same feelings she had years ago while in the care of Susan and Terry.

“I think we should go back to what we used to do. It will help you to work through what you’ve been through.”

“Not the notebook! Please, I hate it!” YN practically cried.

“What? I thought you liked it.”

“But that means I’m not doing any better!” YN grabbed a pillow and held it against herself. “I don’t want to,” she whispered.

“YN, this is not to penalize you. Let’s start this conversation over. Do you remember why I had you write in a notebook?”

“Yeah. It was to tell you how I felt without looking at you because it made me nervous.”

“Right. Do you think you can tell me face-to-face?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why don’t you write down what you’re feeling this week, and then we can talk about it face to face next time. If you feel that you can’t, you can hand me the notebook, and we talk about something else.”

“Fine. But just so you know, I don’t like it.” She crosses her arms. “Can I type it? I get distracted sometimes because my brain thinks faster than my hand can write.”

“I would like you to try the notebook first,” he weakly smiled.

“Really, doc?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Fine, but it’s only because I like you.”

“Good enough for me, kiddo.”

Abruptly YN changed the subject.

“I told them.”

“What?”

“I told Dee and Jensen about what they did to me.”

“Wow. Do you feel good about it?” The psychologist placed his pen and paper on the table in front of him.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve been with them for a while.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” YN huffed, insecure of her decision all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m so messed up. I can’t handle all of this.” YN cried until she was gasping for air, hicupping through her tears. “It’s too much.” Once YN had stopped wailing, she sniffled.

“I am going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to respond right away, okay?” The doctor looked expectantly at her.

“Okay.”

“It’s really hard to battle, to constantly fight whatever it is. Depression, anxiety, foster parents. It gets tiring. I know you have expressed that every time you feel that you have made progress you think you have gone back to square one because of Terry, Susan, or something else that has happened. That’s simply not true, though.”

“But-”

“Just listen, please. I am not saying this just to make you feel better. What I am about to tell you is fact. I am a very smart man, and you are a very smart young lady.” He took a deep breath and watched her pick at the fringe on the pillow in front of her. “You are one of the most resilient people I know. You have fought and fought. You’re still here. I know it is so hard to keep fighting to live a productive life. You could have given up fighting for yourself a long time ago, but you didn’t. This newest family has been really good for you. Are you still listening?” He checked in with her.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“I don’t want you to give up, so I have an idea…”

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Sticking to the Script (pt.3)

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader, one-sided Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: You are the star of the hit TV show, “Winthrope Manor” and you’ve just got a new costar, Gwilym Lee who happens to bring around his friend, Ben Hardy, to set. You develop feelings for Ben, but they’re not well received. Lucky for you, your costar is there to help make things better.

Author’s Note: Again, thanks to everyone for your support. Y’all have been too kind. Anyway, this has been my favorite chapter to write, mostly because stuff is actually happening!

PART 1 PART 2

PART 3

In a strange and unexpected turn of events, it would seem you are being ghosted by Ben Hardy. While this is not exactly how you wished your life would be going, this just sort of serves as a reminder that life can be … weird.

After that afternoon when Ben pretty much fled from the “Winthrope” set, you hadn’t seen or heard from him. He no longer stopped by and, more concerning, he no longer responded to your texts or phone calls.

Again, weird.

It has been exactly one week since Ben dropped off the face of the earth—or so it seemed—and you would be lying if you said you didn’t get creepy in your approach to figuring out what the hell is going on? You may have stopped by the “X-Men” set just to be told that Ben had just wrapped all his post. Maybe you even set a Google Alert to his name to see if “Actor Ben Hardy Mobbed by Bear” appeared anywhere because, at this point, that would be the only explanation that would make sense. The situation was getting a bit frustrating and you were getting a bit desperate.

Which is what led you to approach Gwil.

You find him in between takes, eating at one of the craft services tables. He has a bunch of napkins tucked into the collar of his shirt to keep him from dirtying his costume that sort of makes him look like a bearded lizard. You tell him so.

“Yeah, well you look like a grandmother,” he gestures at your fluffy white robe wrapped tight around your costumed body and your slippers.

“Maybe, but I didn’t exactly come over here so we could insult each other. Can we talk?”

“Er, yeah, sure,” Gwil shoots you a confused look as if to say, is that not what we’re doing right now?

You lead Gwil to your trailer because, while you love your cast and crew, they can be a bit nosy.

“So, listen, I don’t know if this appropriate but I’m really confused so I figured ‘hey I’ll ask Gwil and see what he says,’ but maybe I shouldn’t ask anything but now you’re staring at me with your math-equation face and I’ve talked too long so I’m just gonna go ahead and ask it,” you take a deep breath, “is Ben ghosting me?”

“What?”

“Ghosting is when you ignore someone on any sort of communication platform and—”

“No, I know what ‘ghosting’ is, it’s just,” Gwil fiddles with the button on his coat jacket, “why would Ben be ghosting you? That doesn’t make any sense.”

In your head, Gwil is trying to say, “YN, why would Ben be ghosting you? That doesn’t make any sense since the two of you aren’t even really dating and he probably doesn’t care about you.”

Your face breaks a bit and you realize exactly how stupid you’re really being.

“Of course, Ben doesn’t owe me anything, you’re right. I shouldn’t have expected him to text me back, he was probably never even interested in me. He’s Ben Hardy for God’s sake, he probably has models throwing themselves at him constantly and I’m just, I’m such a dumb, stupid idiot—"

“Woah woah, woah! That’s not what I meant! You’re not an idiot! I’m just surprised as you are. I thought Ben had really taken a liking to you. Do you maybe want me to talk to him on your behalf?”

You stand in a panic, “No, no that’s a bit too high school. I don’t know, I just thought maybe you might know where he’s been or why he’s ignoring me.”

“I’m sorry, but I really have no idea,” Gwil shakes his head empathetically. “But… listen, some of the “BoRhap” cast is getting together tonight for dinner and drinks. Ben will probably be there. Why don’t you come as my guest? Maybe you can talk to him there?”

“Really? You don’t think I’d be intruding?”

“Nah, the guys will love having you there. What do you say?”

You’ve never hung out with Gwil outside of work but even without the possibility of seeing Ben, it does sound like fun, so you agree.

“Okay, I’ll go!”

“Great, now be a dear and bring me a sandwich from craft services,” Gwil says, leaning back into your sofa.

You throw a pillow at his head.

______

Shooting wraps at about 9 o’clock, which is pretty early considering, however, you realize that you don’t have time to go back to your apartment to change so you pull out a semi-decent outfit you have stored in your trailer just in case.

You meet Gwil outside your trailer and you remark on how smart he looks in a nice jacket and a pair of jeans, and maybe you didn’t see right in the darkness, but you think that you see him blush at your compliment.

The two of you decide to take a taxi from the lot to the restaurant, one which, Gwil tells you, is a favorite amongst the “Bohemian Rhapsody” cast. It’s one of those trendy, darkly-lit places that have overly-elaborate drink menus.

Of course, you’re the last to arrive, so everyone is already at a table waiting for you and even though Gwil made a point of saying that your presence wouldn’t be an intrusion at all, one glance at the table of friends laughing and you instantly feel like an outsider. And to make matters worse, it seems like Ben wasn’t there yet.

Raucous greetings explode from the table as you and Gwil approach, it would seem that the rest of the party had already started drinking. Gwil greats them warmly and introduces you to the people who are there: Joe Mazzello, Rami Malek and Lucy Boyton, all of whom are incredibly friendly.

“So, you’re the love interest, huh?” Joe asks while Gwil is off ordering the two of you drinks.

You laugh, “I guess you could say that, although technically, Gwil plays the love interest.”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about your char—”

“So,” Lucy says hastily, “do you like working with Gwil?”

“Oh, for sure, he’s great! I’m glad he invited me tonight, I like meeting his friends,” you smile.

“Have you meet any other of his friends?” Rami asks.

“Yeah, actually, I met Ben not too long ago while he was on our lot. Actually,” you say as casually as possible, “Gwil said Ben might be here tonight, is he running late?”

The other three exchange a cryptic look.

“Ben told us earlier today in the group chat that he wasn’t going to be able to make it,” Lucy says softly.

You try to keep your face neural as you take this information in. Why hadn’t Gwil told you about this? The whole point of you coming tonight was to see Ben and now he wasn’t even going to be here.

Before you can respond to Lucy, Gwil shows up with two tall glasses of swirling pink liquid.

“This week, they’re “Game of Thrones” themed,” he announces, as he places one of the glasses in front of you. “This one’s called ‘Queen in the South’.”

You smile weakly back at him.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, clearly reading your facial expression.

“We were just telling YN how Ben couldn’t make it tonight,” Joe says, completely unaware of the hanging tension.

Gwilym blanches in response and sends you an apologetic glance.

“I may have … forgotten to mention it.”

You want to laugh in his face. What kind of game was he playing at? This was his whole idea: he brought you here so you could see Ben. There’s no way Gwil would just forget to tell you that Ben wasn’t going to make it. You don’t say anything though, because you know better than to be an Actor That Makes a Scene in A Restaurant. Plus, Lucy, Rami, and Joe have been incredibly nice to you and you don’t want to make it more awkward for them than it already is. Instead, you smile and take a long swig of your drink.

“Don’t worry about it.”

__________

After one more ‘Queen in the South,’ one ‘Night’s Watch’, and one ‘Dragon’s Blood’ any thoughts of Ben are all but forgotten. Instead, you're laughing loudly at Joe’s dumb jokes, whispering conspiratorially with Lucy and jokingly teasing Rami. In short, you are having a great time.

As for Gwil, he seems pleased that you are getting along with his friends so well, or maybe he’s just relieved that you didn’t walk out on him.

After some light tapas, the others decide that they want to go to a bar a few streets down and you agree to go along. As your feet hit the slick pavement outside you feel yourself losing balance. Before you waver any further, a large hand grabs you by the elbow. Gwil. You smile gratefully and lean into his body. God, he is so tall, and you are just a bit drunk.

In the length of the three city streets it takes to get to the bar, Gwil’s hand has found its way from your elbow to your hand as he leads you along the sidewalk. At some point, the two of you exchange smiles and you feel warm all over. It’s probably the alcohol, you think as the five of you turn into the bar.

Lucy immediately leads Rami over to the dance floor and Joe runs to the bathroom, leaving you and Gwil at the bar. You loosen your grip on his hand as he leaves to order both of you another drink. He comes back, leaning in closely again, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smile widely back.

“I’m glad you came,” he murmurs as the two of you scoot closer, trying to talk over the thumping music.

“Me too, I like your friends.”

“I think they like you, too.”

Before you can truly think your words over, you can feel them slipping from your mouth, “Why didn’t you tell me about Ben? You knew he wasn’t going to be here.”

Gwil looks away like a chastised child. “I wanted you to be here and I thought that if you knew about Ben, you wouldn’t want to come.”

The confession confuses you, “Do you think I only hang out with you because of Ben? I like you, Gwil. If you would’ve just asked me to come tonight, I would’ve. You didn’t need to lie to me. You never need to lie.”

Gwil looks at you both stricken and reassured. He leans in close to you, so much so that you can feel his breath on your temple as he speaks.

“I really like you, you know?”

“Yeah,” you say, almost confused, “I know that.”

“But the thing is,” Gwil continues, “that Ben does too, but Ben’s not here. I’m here.”

You’re all of a sudden very confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget it.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, remember?”

“I just, I really do like you.”

It occurs to you that Gwil might be a bit drunker than you originally thought because he doesn’t make any sense.

“I really like you too,” you say soothingly, and then add, with no foresight, “even if Ben’s not here.”

And then, as if you’ve insulted him, Gwil recoils and it wasn’t until then that you realize how close he was to you; just moments ago, his face was inches from yours, his hand on your lower back, your fingers on his upper arm.

He stands, rod-straight in front of you, with his math-equation expression and announces, “I think I’m going to go home now.”

He turns and walks away, leaving you more confused than ever.

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