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chernabogs · 1 year

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Meet the (grand)parent

Requested by @pyroxeene [first request wah!!]

Pair: Malleus & GN!Reader (no pronouns used, second person; reader is a Fae who resided in a human settlement in BV)

Summary: You're set to meet the Queen of Briar Valley, much to your pending anxiety. Isn't it fortunate that you have such a considerate partner [and 1 stressed out valet] by your side?

WC: 2.5k

There’s a sense of trepidation in the air. Anyone can see it in the way that your foot bounces ever so slightly on the ground, and how your gaze darts around the room, as though anticipating something dire to happen. With each shift in your chair and each sigh that slips past your lips, the looming sense of anxiety grows—and it’s beginning to get to the Malleus, too.

“You’ll put a hole through the floor at this rate,” he finally says, his voice unusually calm for the storm that’s currently brewing. You look over at him as he speaks, a flash of confusion on your face, and he points wordlessly at your bouncing leg. You sigh and force it to stop.

“I don’t think I’d be able to afford those repairs.”

Despite the nerves, you retain a wry sense of humor about the situation as you go back to looking around the room. It’s a lobby of sorts; a buffer between the hallway and the Queen’s Study, which sits beyond an impressive mahogany door on the far wall. With its dark red walls, wooden flooring, and impressive display of artifacts that look like they date well past your years, it almost feels like you’re in more of a museum than a palace.

Malleus sighs himself as he leans back against his seat, his chin tilting back to stare at the ceiling in thought. You glance back his way and note that his brow is furrowed, as though something is troubling him deeply. Something probably is; after all, you doubt he’s brought many partners into the Palace to meet his family.

Truthfully, you’re thankful that it’s just the Queen you’re meeting—if you had to meet all the Senate as well, you would have dug your heels into the ground outside of those palace gates and refused to budge, no matter how hard Malleus pulled on your arm. As someone who grew up in a human village rather than a Fae one, you still find it jarring just how different the two cultures are. Whereas one comment may be seen as a joke in the human village, it may be taken as a grave offense to a Fae. Because of this, your involvement with the Crown Prince feels more like walking on a tightrope in a storm than an amicable relationship.

“I could just fake sick,” you finally say, leaning towards him a little with a grimace. “If I make myself look queasy enough, the servants will probably usher me out anyway. They seem itching to do so.”

Malleus scoffs softly before looking towards you, one dark brow raising in skepticism. “She’ll know you’re faking it, and then I’ll need to justify why my partner falsified an illness to bail on our first meeting. Would you really make me go through that?”

His expression shifts to a playfully hurt one as you roll your eyes and sink back into your seat again. “No, but that doesn’t mean I’m liking this. I feel like if I move too fast someone's going to try and curse me. It’s quite jarring.”

“Well if someone curses you, I’ll simply curse them back.” Malleus reaches out to lightly pat your hand—perhaps out of comfort, perhaps out of sympathy—before withdrawing again. You miss his touch; ever since you came into the Palace, it feels like he’s been self-aware of how often he’s grabbing your hand, or touching your arm, or standing too close to you. You understand that he has an appearance to uphold, but still… It feels quite grim.

You’re both soon broken from your thoughts at the sound of the door to the Queen’s Study opening. A tall, lanky man dressed in impeccable attire steps out. He fixes you both with a look before closing the door behind him an steadily approaching. Malleus rises from his seat and you follow suit, using his actions as a guidance of your own as the man pauses before bending in a low bow.

“Your Highness, and esteemed guest. Her Majesty is presently occupied with another matter, and has sent me to share her apologies for the delay. May I get you any refreshments as you wait?”

Malleus blinks once before sitting back down which causes you to, once again, follow his actions. “Vuldar… do you know how much longer it will take?”

The man—Vuldar—straightens back up again. He looks slightly ruffled—his collar slightly askew, his brow furrowed deeply—and you're getting a sense that the man may be a bit stressed. “Her Majesty informed me it will be within the hour, although she cannot provide a specific time.”

“Then yes, bring refreshments.” Malleus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, an action you’ve come to learn he does whenever he’s feeling frustrated. Vuldar nods quickly before turning and departing from the room, leaving both of you alone once more.

“An hour…” Malleus grumbles, casting a glance to the window on your left. You can see that the clouds are parting over the Valley, giving you a clear view of the many forests and hills that surround the palace, as well as the impressive peaks of the mountains beyond. He taps his fingers restlessly on the armchair. “I apologize, dearest. I didn’t expect it to drag out like this.”

“Well, it’s hard to remain on schedule when you’re ruling a nation.” You offer him a sympathetic smile, which seems to ease him as he realizes you’re not too bothered by the wait. As he turns back to focusing on the world outside, you take a moment to carefully reflect on the situation you’re in right now.

Perhaps you can call it in over your head. Certainly, some would. Certainly, the members of the Senate would. Old money begets old money, and you’re the farthest Malleus could find from such a category. A common Fae, born to common-folk, with no affiliation to the current court or the old High Courts the Draconia’s descended from. The woven tale of your affair with one of the most powerful men in the nation was a complex one that, if it succeeded, would most likely be on-par with the likes of other forbidden loves of the ages. A Prince and a Pauper; a nation's makeshift Saint and a forgotten footnote. You can’t help but hiss between your teeth a little at the thought, which draws Malleus’ attention back your way.

“What troubles you now?” He asks, both eyebrows now raised in interest. It’s your turn to tap your fingers on your armchair in unrest.

“Are we sure this is the right idea? I mean, taking me to meet your family… are we sure we’re there just yet?” You glance his way, hoping to portray your thoughts right, only to see a calm, blank look in return.

“Are you experiencing doubt?” He asks. In a way, you are; how can one live up to a person that an entire nation practically worships? Their golden son? The hope for their future? You knew that being by his side was committing yourself to a lifetime of scrutinizing looks and whispered conversations wherever you passed. Winning both man and Fae was a battle that no one—not even the Night King’s of old—had won.

“I’m experiencing concern, not doubt,” you counter, biting your lip as you do so. Malleus hums and nods in understanding at the change of phrasing.

“Concern… yes. I suppose there is much to be concerned about.” He taps a finger to his lips before shifting to face you more directly. “Do you feel like you’re not good enough to be here? That you’re not up to par to meet the Queen?”

“Yes,” you counter, frowning. Malleus nods slowly as his eyes narrow. You can see the thoughts spinning in that mind of his and you remain quiet, allowing him to form the a coherent train before he continues.

“My father was a commoner, you know.”

It’s not a sentence you expected him to say, and it takes you aback as you look at him. Your expression must’ve spoken your thoughts quite clearly, because it makes a smile spread across his face and a chuckle escape from his lips.

“Yes, my mother raised hell in the courts when she decided he’d be the one she’d marry. According to Lilia, who goaded her on about it, there were many instances where nobles tried to buy her off, to persuade her that a future queen would not benefit from marrying a man who spent his days strumming a lyre and singing in pubs—us Fae have a weakness for musicians, you know. Even my grandmother was convinced that she was simply going through a phase that she’d get out of soon enough.”

“But she didn’t?” You ask, your own lips pulling into a grin.

“Well, I’m here, am I not? It was a hard fought battle, but my mother was more stubborn than my grandmother—a trait she inherited from my grandfather, I dare say—and she eventually outlasted everyone in the court. Their marriage was a happy one, right up until the end.” Malleus sat back again and sighed. “This is not my grandmother’s first encounter with one of her own looking to have a commoner as a partner, nor is it the court’s. If anything, I think you may be far more qualified than my father ever was for this.”

You chuckle at the image Malleus paints. His mother, squaring against her mother and an entire court, with Malleus’ father standing slightly behind her as though she was his own personal shield. You can see that Malleus inherited both her tenacity and her stubbornness—as well as his father’s musical traits. You feel his hand lightly rest on yours again, and sigh in relief.

Perhaps this will be okay, after all.

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Sometimes, overconfidence can only take you so far. Vuldar brings you refreshments and vanishes again. You and Malleus carry on conversation after conversation; about the ongoing of the Valley, about NRC, about what you’ve both been up to in your free time. Soon enough, the study door opens once more, and Vuldar appears again with his usual stoic look.

“Your highness, esteemed guest. If you’re ready, you may enter.”

And just like that, you feel your stomach drop once more. You look to Malleus, who offers you a light touch of reassurance on your arm, before you’re both rising and entering the Queen’s Study. It’s only when you’re in does the reality of this really start to hit you, and you don’t even register Vuldar closing the door in your wake. When Malleus drops to a low bow, you follow suit without even looking at the Queen first.

There’s a moment of drawn out silence as you stare at the carpeted floor, only your breathing and that of Malleus’ audible in the room. Finally, a calm, commanding voice speaks from somewhere in front of you.

“Rise, and be seated, both of you.”

You straighten up and follow her directions, and it’s only when you’re seated do you finally raise your gaze to look her way.

Queen Maleficia is someone that you can immediately tell is related to Malleus. They share similar electric green eyes and dark hair—although you do see streaks of silver in hers. They have the same horns, and the same porcelain skin as well. The only telltale difference between them is that Queen Maleficia’s markings on her forehead are displayed, whereas Malleus stubbornly keeps his hidden by his bangs. When her gaze meets yours, you feel a jolt of anxiety race through you.

It feels as though she’s observing you, as well.

“Well.” She finally says, looking from you and back towards Malleus. You feel your shoulders relax as you’re unburdened from that stare. “I must apologize for the delay; as you know, the Senate can be quite… needy in their reports.”

“Lord Voss?” Malleus hums, and his grandmother cracks a small smile—an expression that seems to instantly make her more comfortable to be around.

“Lord Voss.”

“As expected. Fortunately, we didn’t mind the wait too much, did we?” Malleus looks your way, and you realize this is his method of integrating you into the conversation. You clear your throat and offer Queen Maleficia a nod.

“Not at all. The refreshments and the room were quite nice.”

Your answer seems to please her as she gives a small hum in response. “Good, good. Now, it’s to my understanding you grew up in one of the human villages in Briar Valley, yes?”

You nod slightly. “Yes; I was born in one, and I’ve lived there since. It fits me well enough that I see no reason to leave.”

“And how do you find the human villages? Are they quite adequate? Do you find that you have enough amenities to get you by?” Queen Maleficia fixes you with an interested look, and you’re beginning to feel that this isn’t just trying to learn more about you; if anything, it feels like she’s collecting information about the status of her nation. You suppose a Queen never stops her work. However, Malleus certainly does, and he politely clears his throat to interject.

“Grandmother,” he says, his voice low with a hint. He raises an eyebrow at her. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?”

Queen Maleficia flashes him an innocent look as she leans back in her seat. “What, dearest? I was just curious. Your partner may have a diverse perspective that I don’t get to hear too often.”

You tune in on the word choice of partner, and send Malleus a slightly wide-eyed look. For some reason, something seems significant that his Grandmother chose that versus something like ‘commoner’, or ‘friend’. Malleus seems to tune in as well as a slow, slightly satisfied grin tugs on the edge of his lips.

“Well, perhaps you can speak with my partner further about that over a meal. We just wanted to come and greet you, after all. To show you that we have arrived safe and well.”

Queen Maleficia hums again as she glances towards you. “Tell me—are you a musician, by chance? Or a bard?”

Confusion flashes through you at this. “A bard…?”

“We did not meet in a pub, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Malleus counters, pinching the bridge of his nose again. Queen Maleficia chuckles and raises a hand.

“Calm down, dear. It already happened once—I just wanted to ensure it wasn’t happening again. I will gladly join you both for dinner, if you’ll have me. It will be interesting to hear your perspective on Briar Valley from the viewpoint of someone closely affiliated with our human residents.”

She gives you a smile that’s both amicable and polite, and you find yourself relaxing further. Between that and the banter she had with Malleus, you’re coming to see that she’s not just the Queen—she’s also a grandmother, and a very sly one at that. Malleus nods politely before standing and gesturing for you to do so.

“Then we look forward to it. But please, don’t just speak about politics the entire night—you are meeting my partner, not a future advisor.”

“Oh, but the opportunity for both is always there,” Queen Maleficia counters, her grin now becoming more coy as she offers you both a wave. “I will see you tonight. For now, I must return to my… babysitting duties, it seems.”

You chuckle a little at the realization she means the Senate and, with the feeling of Malleus’ hand resting on your lower back, you depart—looking quite forward to your dinner tonight, despite everything.

#malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst x reader #twst #wah i took some liberties to make it work what can i say

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 3

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, (coming soon Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: This is gonna hurt WT: injuries, broken bones Words: 1246

"Drink a little more." Eddie begs Steve, who is refusing to drink anymore.

"You must keep it for..."

Eddie closes the thermos and slams it on the ground "Stop it!"

"What?"

"Stop it! You keep saying that I must do this and I must that and I'm not going to listen to this shit anymore, ok? There is no I in Team, right? And we are a fucking team."

Steve laughs, before starting to cough.

"Easy..." Eddie whispers helping him up "We must free you from that stupid kitchen cabinet. And I mean it. We just have to find something to use as a lever and you must try to crawl away when I lift it, ok?"

"Eddie..."

"Steve. I'm not joking, ok? Just do as I tell you for once! Please!"

The boy nods and Eddie starts to look around for something to use as a lever. He goes back to their room, searching in the wardrobe for a valet stand or something like that. The room that hosted them for a few days now seems so eerie: half of the windows are obscured by debris, and some snow is melting under the big wooden bed. If they had the ax Steve used to make firewood he could crack the bed somehow, but he has nothing and he feels so powerless that tears of rage fill his eyes. He checks the bathroom, where the mirror lies on the floor smashed into pieces, but he can’t find anything useful, He almost resigns himself to trying to lift the kitchen cabinet on his own when he notices an old pair of wood skis that decorate the fireplace, he takes one and tests its resistance, then he gets back to Steve.

"I’m going to try to lift the kitchen cabinet, ok?”

Steve stares at the piece of wood for a long time, then he seems to understand that it’s their best shot, so he nods “On count of three, ok? One, two,..." Eddie warns him.

“Give me a moment.” Steve replies, lifting himself on his elbows, ready to crawl as soon as his leg gets free "Ok, I'm good".

"One... two... three..." Eddie pushes with all his strength and with a creaking sound the kitchen cabinet lifts enough to free Steve's leg before crashing back on the ground.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Steve screams, and Eddie whitens, thinking that he hurt Steve even more; he gets closer to him and when he lowers his gaze he sees that Steve's leg is finally free but... it's in a very awkward position.

"I think it's broken." Eddie whispers, looking at Steve's injured leg.

"No shit!" Steve growls trying to take some deep breaths.

Eddie knows that the only thing they can do is try to stabilize it; the wooden ski is broken in half, but it's still long enough to be used as an emergency splint.

"What do you think?" The metalhead asks, showing him the wooden ski "I could make a splinter and fix your leg."

Steve nods, still trying to regulate his breathing.

"This is gonna hurt.” Eddie whispers, taking his belt and bringing it to Steve’s lips who immediately bites it “Ready?” Steve nods and Eddie moves his leg, trying to stabilize the fracture with the broken ski.

Steve's screams are muffled by the belt, but Eddie feels each one of them reverberating inside his heart while he tries to fix his lover’s leg.

“It’s ok, you are ok. It’s done. It’s done.” Eddie tries to comfort him, while he ties the ski to Steve’s leg.

“Shit, that hurt.” Steve confirms, his forehead beaded with sweat.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“If I hadn’t got close to the window…”

“If an avalanche hadn’t hit the chalet… it wasn’t your fault, ok? I’m just glad you are ok. How much battery is left in your phone?” Steve asks and Eddie takes his phone and turns it on.

“Twenty percent.”

“Ok. Turn it off, don’t waste it, we could still get some signal. Have you tried to call from the bathroom?”

Eddie turns so abruptly that his neck cracks: how stupid was he? He didn’t even try! He runs toward the bathroom turns on the phone once more and… no fucking signal.

“You must be kidding me!” Eddie curses, while he moves around the bathroom, holding his phone as high as he can, desperately trying to get some signal. For a moment it seems to get some because it starts to vibrate with notifications, but he is not able to call. He quickly checks the messages before getting back to Steve “No signal, but both Robin and Wayne wrote to ask if everything was ok, do you think they called for help?”

“I’m sure they did. Robin is probably already trying to get on a snowmobile to check on us.” Steve chuckles.

She likely left the café they own to check on them personally.

“How is your leg?”

“It hurts a lot, but I was lucky, I didn’t see any bones sticking out, right?”

Eddie shakes his head “No, every bones are still inside and they have to remain right there.”

“I agree.” Steve murmurs, then he tries to convince Eddie once again to get outside and look for help but the boy is adamant that he is not going to leave him. The fire is almost dying out, so Eddie feeds him more firewood.

“I’m lucky that my boyfriend cut down almost every tree in the area.” he tries to joke “You would make a hell of a lumberjack. Maybe you should leave the café to Robin and move to live in the woods, it suits you.”

“But it doesn’t suit you.” Steve replies while he tries to crawl toward the fire with Eddie’s help “And you know I can’t stay away from you.”

Eddie laughs, it’s the most cheesy thing Steve ever said to him even if it’s probably true, they have always been together as best friends before, and as boyfriends later.

The air it’s crisp even with the firewood crackling just behind them, it must have passed a few hours since the avalanche, how is it possible that nobody came to check on them?

“Maybe the weather is not good enough, or maybe the avalanche caused more damage than we think.” Steve doesn’t add anything else but Eddie knows that he would like to press him to get out and save himself so he starts to talk about every little silly thing that comes to his mind: the stupid love song that Gareth is writing for Barb, the little demo that they have recorded and that are ready to send to any record label they can find, how they won the battle of bands because the singer of the other band got ill. Eddie’s voice fills the ominous silence, interrupted only by the fire cracking, while he keeps cuddling with Steve on the awful cow skin that right now is the only thing that keeps him anchored to reality.

“Do you really think someone will be interested in a music demo made by some Hawkins’ guys?” the younger boy asks.

“If we don’t send them we will never know, right?”

Steve hums, nuzzling at Eddie “Will you sing the song I like?” he asks, eyes half closed, and Eddie couldn’t deny him even if he wanted to, so he starts to sing the cheesiest song ever, the one he wrote for Steve all those years ago.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno3 #this is gonna hurt #injuries #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic #medusapelagia fanfic

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pearl-blue-musings · 5 months

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all the right moves: chapter 2

Pairing: Childe x fem!afab!reader

Warnings: business/modern au, written and smau 18+

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The door of the office closes with a click and release of a breath. The man sitting behind the desk rubs at his temples from his most recent meeting. It took everything in him to not yell at his fellow executive officer while she was on call in the room; he must wait until the clacking of her heels ceases. He finally lets out a frustrated growl and pushes himself away from the desk, standing up. He balls his hand into a fist and fights the urge to punch his wooden desk. It’s almost humorous to him as he replays the conversation he just had.

“We were able to secure Wangsheng Industries, so most of Liyue will now be under our influence.”

“That was my deal to make,” Childe exasperates. “I was waning Zhongli down and he was going to give me everything! How could you take this from me?”

Signora laughs in front of him. “While you were bending over backwards for this man, you left too many holes open for me to take him and Liyue from under you. There’s a reason I’m higher ranked than you, dear Childe.” The scornful woman walks up to him and whispers in his ear before leaving his office, “it’s because you act like one. Don’t butter them up only for someone else to take them.”

The executive finally takes the time to yell out his frustration as he paces around his office. He’s lucky enough to be near the top floor so he’s able to get a beautiful view of the city. It calms him slightly from his racing feelings. He wanted to be the one to bring in Zhongli, bringing all of Liyue under their company’s control. He was supposed to be praised by his boss. Not that bitch Signora who stole it from him. He takes out his mobile phone and furiously shoots a text to the man in question.

Childe stores his phone in his back pocket before gathering the rest of his things. This move was supposed to be his big break and to help him move up his Harbinger rating. Not bring him down. As he prepares to leave, he gathers his briefcase that matches his grey and red three piece suit and heads for the door. He closes the door and quickly locks it with a sigh. He trudges along toward the clear elevator and presses for the garage. “I need a drink,” he puffs out as he loosens his tie. The box descends quickly and he’s able to see the city in front of him. Ajax had taken account of the recreational center that had opened up two years ago and had wondered why an Inazuman company fronted it. He’d have to ask his friend about it. As he nears the bottom floors, his tired eyes perk up to a woman walking in front of the building. It was a brief second, but Childe could tell she had a vindictive expression. It was new, it was exhilarating. And he wanted to see her again. But with his luck, he knew he’d never see her again. Just fucking perfect. All he knew based off of his quick glance was she worked at the Kamisato fronted rec center. Interesting.

With new vigor in his heart, Childe motions for the valet to fetch his car. His eyes scan to the right to try and catch a glimpse of the intriguing woman that had caught his eye. He’s able to see the nearby coffee shop door swing open and out she walks. There are few times the businessman has been caught off guard and left breathless, and he can add this moment to that list. She takes a sip of her warm beverage and visibly relaxes, a small smile growing on her face.

Childe makes the attempt to skip toward her, however the valet shows up with his car. With a defeated huff, he takes his keys and enters his car. Although he missed his chance today, he’s sure that his path will cross hers, one way or the other.

Taglist: @zireaels-igni @mrskreideprinz

#atrm #childe x reader #childe x fem!reader #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #childe smau #Ajax Tartaglia smau #tartaglia smau #genshin x female reader #my writing #i did the thing

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ereardon · 1 year

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Realised seeing other people do the head cannon asks I was probably mean to say which characters 😂 So I would love to know a ☁️ head cannon for Jake and Nat!

Hope you are having a lovely day 🥰

Hi Boo! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but hope you like it 🥰

☁️ : A soft headcanon

Jake pulled out all the stops for your twenty-eighth birthday. Since you hadn't told him about when you turned twenty seven, he had taken it upon himself to let your twenty-eighth birthday stand out to make up for missing the year before.

He and Cassie devised a day of all of your favorite things: donuts on the beach with Ellie, a spa day with Cassie and Phoenix, and then dinner and drinks with Jake. He even bought a dress and laid it out for you on the bed to wear to dinner. You slipped it on and watched as Jake's eyes turned into saucers when you appeared at the top of the stairs.

Bradley and Cassie had Ellie over for a sleepover, so you and Jake could have the night to yourselves. He couldn't keep his hands off of you: on your thigh during the drive to the restaurant, cupping your knee under the table, kissing your knuckles as the waiter brought you a cake slice with candles in it, his lips warm on your temple as he pulled you in close while you waited for the valet to return with the Range Rover.

How you knew you were getting really old was that the best part of the night was when the two of you got home and you let Jake unzip your dress, sliding into an old button down shirt of his and a pair of panties as Jake queued up one of your favorite rom coms.

You settled into the couch with Jake, but he got up toward the end to grab a bottle of champagne.

"You're going to miss it!" you called.

Jake laughed from the kitchen. "Baby, I know how this movie ends."

Of course he did; you had made him watch at least five times.

Once the credits were rolling, you stood up and stretched, wrapping your arms around Jake from behind. "Come outside with me?" he asked softly.

You nodded and took Jake's hand, letting him lead you out onto the wraparound porch.

The moon was glowing in the clear sky and you could see every inch of Jake's face in its light. He smiled at you. "Happy Birthday, honey," Jake whispered.

You smiled. "Thank you."

"Did you have a nice birthday?"

"The best."

"The best, huh?" he asked and there was a glimmer on his face that you couldn't place.

Until he bent down, one knee resting on the wooden deck.

"Natalie West, I love you. You're my entire heart. You're the only woman I could ever think of who I would want to help raise Ellie with me. You're the person I can't wait to go to bed beside, and the only one I want to wake up next to. I'm so deeply, ridiculously in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, raise kids with you, fall even more in love with you. I hope you feel the same way."

You gasped.

Jake pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it. "Will you marry me, honey?"

You nodded, words failing you, and Jake grinned, sliding the ring onto your finger and pulling you into his arms, pressing his lips softly against yours. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and when he pulled back he saw tears in your eyes. "I love you, too," you murmured. "Of course I want to marry you."

#my girl #headcanon #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin fluff

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scratchandplaster · 1 year

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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 15 - Self-sacrifice

CW: pet whump, BBU-flavored whump, self-sacrifice, suicide by proxy, public humiliation, rich people being awful

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All of his friends had gathered today to watch the spectacle. The young Master always had been pretty popular, attracting many people to join him at these get-togethers, which already dragged on from a casual brunch into the late evening. If Whumpee had to guess, they wouldn't blame it on his charming personality.

More so on the money, they thought with a bitter sneer. The sunny afternoon had been spent with casual small talk and exchange of courtesy, filling the empty space until the true show could begin.

"Let's go, pet. Time for our big moment.", he finally whispered from behind, as Whumpee stopped to collect empty champagne flutes and craft beer bottles scattered around the vacant buffet.

"Yes, sir.", came the placid reply.

Whumpee had no reason to worry, the claims of grandeur were warranted. Master never missed once during their home practice, plus the apple trick was a stable element of this public performance. Nothing new for any of them. Still, his entourage loved the rush they got out of this pretentious display of hubris.

"Are you ready, folks?", Master howled towards the scattered mass, redirecting the attention towards the real highlight of the gathering. "Applause for our brave volunteer!"

Even if he missed, which would likely get him an unforgettable beating by his father and also would-be owner of his personal valet, they would probably just get a new pet. Someone else to cook and clean and get groped by tipsy party guests. Maybe the newest victim, currently starving down in the basement, until their training was completed.

Surrounded by bawling and whistling, he pulled out a wooden bow out of the sling leaning against his designated chair, followed by a single arrow.

"I present to you: The William Tell!"

Taking an apple from the decorative set of fruit displayed proudly on every table and sporting the fakest smirk they were able to muster, Whumpee strode wordlessly towards the great cottonwood in the middle of the lawn. Not even an apple tree, what a lazy act.

Turning back to face the audience with the small fruit carefully balanced on top of their head, they leaned back against the rough bark. The backrest already bore the markings of the many times they performed before, crowning their hair line. The first time, they nearly lost an eye, but Master's natural talent was indisputable.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

God, they grew so sick of him. This petty nasal voice calling them every time of day, whining and grumbling at every little thing. The nights spend wishing for a simple quiet, only to be shattered by the bell in their room endlessly ringing.

Where is my breakfast?

I don't like this, pet, get me something better.

What the fuck are you even good for, huh?

He used to be different, they recalled. Watching him grow up, back when they themself were finally let out of the training room and given their designation, he didn't even know he was supposed to talk that way. Back when they still called him Daniel.

Getting disciplined downstairs just to be sold to other disgusting people, most of them standing in front of them right now, forming a crescent-shaped audience. They preferred to play nanny for the brat over such a fate any day. Maybe the unfortunate soul below would also realize exactly this some day and comfort themself with that somber knowledge. A moment Whumpee would hate to live through.

They were just tired, starting with the day when Daniel didn't want to be Daniel anymore.

I am your master, so address me as such.

"Ready, pet? Don't be scared.", Master playfully told the living mark standing a good 20 yards before him, but rather talking to the crowd than anyone else. The string pulled taut, his stance flawless.

Oh, how much we practiced together.

Bathing in the soft orange glow of the sunset, they were so damn tired. A loving smile spread across their face.

Fuck you, Daniel. One more trick, for old times sake.

So as their Master let go of the tense bowstring, they stood tall - for one last time.

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a prompt: cinderella au, the two of them nerding out over something together! maybe from once they’re already together if you wanna get crazy with it ;) or would be cute with them pining im just a sucker for established relationship.

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As a wedding present, King Gabriel had commissioned angelic craftspeople to enlarge the quarters of the North Tower. A large ring-shaped “deck” now encircled the top of the stone tower. The deck was constructed of wood and metal, and it was secured into place about the circumference of the North Tower through a complex network of trusses and suspension beams. The deck was then encased by a lean-to fashioned out of many glass-paned windows – a luxury, even within the Heavenly Realm. The effect of the glass lean-to was that standing on the deck provided Adam with an uninhibited view of the sky and the surrounding Lebanon countryside. Since it would get chilly on the deck, the floors were covered in ceramic tile. Sunlight crossing through the glass windows warmed the ceramic tiles during the day, which slowly released that heat back into the room throughout the night. As a result, the deck and its rooms were kept at a pleasantly comfortable temperature all year round.

With the additional rooms provided by the deck expansion, the North Tower was converted from a suite for an emissary into a suite for married royalty. While the stone interior of the tower landing still contained its antechamber for receiving guests, servant chambers for Karael, and bed-chamber (now shared by Adam and Mykol), the deck expansion provided the newlyweds with a music room where Adam could practice his harpsichord, a study where Mykol and Adam could amass their large private library of books, a solarium where Mykol grew a vibrant collection of potted plants, and a private sitting room. Additionally, there were servant chambers for Jason, Adam’s valet de chambre, and a large outdoor balcony for receiving angelic visitors. The quarters of the North Tower were truly fit for married royalty.

After the construction of the deck expansion was completed, Adam and Mykol had received wedding presents from Kansain and Angelic nobility alike to furnish the new space. There were gifts of intricately woven rugs and tapestries, sumptuous wooden and upholstered furniture, objets d’art, and even a gilded mantle clock. Their quarters were now lavishly appointed, and Adam found himself often bemused by the eclectic collection of gifts they’d received. (Adam and Mykol’s union represented an unbreakable declaration of peace between the once-combatant kingdoms, and the nobles of both countries were keen to encourage that peace. So much so that even now, almost two years after their marriage, Adam and Mykol were still receiving wedding presents.)

“That’s a symbiote?” Adam verified, considering the strange plant sheltered within the footed glass terrarium.

The terrarium, the gift from a visiting angelic dignitary, had been presented to Prince Adam of the Kansais Kingdom and Prince Mykol of the Heavenly Realm in celebration of their nuptials, at the dignitary’s arrival. (Mykol’s affection for horticulture was now well-known among both kingdoms, and the wide collection of plants Mykol cultivated within the solarium – many of which were rare or precious specimens – attested to the angel’s interests. Although the angelic prince had purchased many of the hundreds of plants adorning the solarium, other plants Mykol had received as gifts.)

“Yes, it is a symbiote,” Mykol assured, standing before the terrarium. Mykol’s pale blue face was expressionless even as his Celestial blue eyes flashed with excitement. “It is a wood-ear orchid, and-” Mykol leaned forward to better examine the terrarium “-verily, an impressive specimen.”

Safely protected within the humid environment of the glass terrarium, the orchard was almost three feet (0.9 meters) tall. The plant was firmly rooted into a dried tree stump. Long, graceful leaves accompanied long graceful stems that ended in vibrant lime-green flowers.

Mykol’s wings were twitching in poorly restrained excitement. Eagerly, the angel considered the plant. “Notice the flowers,” Mykol directed Adam.

“Okay?” Adam peered closely, as indicated by his husband.

“These contain petals with serrated edges.”

“I see that,” Adam observed.

“This is because this is the carnivorous wood-ear plant and not the wood-ear orchid.”

Adam’s mouth fell ajar before he was excitedly repeating, “The carnivorous wood-ear plant?!?”

Mykol’s wings twitched again, readily pleased that Adam’s enthusiasm matched the angel’s own. “Yes. The carnivorous wood-ear plant grows symbiotically with the wood-ear orchid.”

“Goddess be blessed! I've never seen a carnivorous plant before.” Unable to pull his gaze from considering the symbiotic wood-ear orchid and carnivorous wood-ear plant, Adam nodded his head, encouraging Michael to continue with his explanation.

Readily, Mykol did.

“The wood-ear orchid produces a strong fragrance to attract pollinating insects,” Adam’s husband explained. As the angel spoke, his voice remained toneless as ever. “However, in the tropical forests that the orchid grows, this fragrance also attracts louse flies that will feast on the orchid flower petals – destroying the orchid flower before it can be pollinated. Fortunately, the carnivorous wood-ear plant feeds off louse flies. The plant grows alongside the orchid in symbiosis, and its carnivorous flowers highly resemble the orchid flower. When a louse fly lands within the carnivorous flower, the flower clamps shut to entrap the fly, and the plant will then digest the insect.”

“Does the carnivorous flower ever entrap the pollinating insects?” Adam wondered.

“No, only will the plant clamp shut when its petals are oscillated – that is, only when a louse fly attempts to eat the petals. The pollinators would not find pollen within the center of the carnivorous plant and will, therefore, fly away.”

"Okay. Okay." Adam was grinning widely. Then, he bit his lip, thoughtfully. “Mayhap, must you regularly feed the symbiote in this terrarium a steady diet of louse flies?” he surmised.

“Yes.” Mykol’s Celestial blue eyes flashed, invigorated by Adam’s keen perception. “In addition to the terrarium, this gift includes a six-year supply of louse flies, bespelled to remain in stasis indefinitely. Only do we need to expose the sleeping louse fly to moisture to awaken it. This can be done by placing the bespelled louse fly within the terrarium and exposing it to the humidity within.”

“Moon and stars! How clever!”

“Indeed.”

Rumpling his wings shyly, Mykol regarded Adam. “Adam, readily could I provide you with reference materials on the symbiotic relationship between the wood-ear orchid and carnivorous wood-ear plant,” the angel suggested. His wings rumpled again. “If you so desired?”

Adam smiled fondly at his husband and impulsively grabbed the angel’s six-fingered hand.

“Verily, you know my answer to that question, dearest.”

“I do.” Mykol’s wings tilted in loving affection. “I will retrieve them. However, not yet; I know that only you would desire to study these reference volumes after I have demonstrated the proper care of the orchid and feeding of the carnivorous plant.”

“You are correct, good sir,” Adam returned cheerfully. "I am quite interested in observing the carnivorous plant feed upon a louse fly!" Then, still clasping his husband’s hand, Adam squeezed. He smiled dotingly upon his angel. “Goddess be blessed, you make me happy, Prince Mykol of the Heavenly Realm.”

And although Mykol’s face remained impassive, Adam knew his angel was internally returning Adam’s smile ever as broadly, ever as dotingly.

“Verily, you make me happy, as well, Prince Adam of the Kingdom of Kansais,” Mykol replied tonelessly.

Like a Prince in a fairy tale, Adam was living his happily ever after. He squeezed his husband's hand once more before releasing it.

“Now, onto the feeding!”

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Interior designer reveals the mistake we're all making when buying bedroom furniture

Interior designer Nate Berkus has revealed a common bedroom furniture mistake that often trips us up. According to the designer and TV personality, matching bedside tables and lamps aren’t always the way to go.

The best bedroom ideas come from playing the long game and gradually bringing together a mix of pieces old and new, says Nate.

Image credit: Nate Berkus x Beautyrest

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‘One of the most common mistakes is buying furniture sets that all look the same,’ says Nate Berkus. ‘It’s so much more interesting to assemble your bedroom furniture piece by piece and not have everything matching.

‘I’m all about bringing in vintage pieces and things that have patina and character, which helps infuse personality into your home,’ Nate adds.

There’s a lot of pressure to get our homes finished, but you don’t have to do everything at once. By being a little bit more resourceful and looking for second-hand pieces on Facebook Marketplace, at car boots, or in vintage shops, you’re guaranteed to get a more interesting mix.

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Even though it’s more time-consuming, this may turn out to be cheaper than buying new, particularly if you manage to get items for free. Nate’s ‘piece by piece’ approach is a lot harder than just adding lots of furniture to your virtual cart, but it’ll result in a unique space that you love being in.

There are lots of clever bedroom design tips for better sleep, but we can’t think of a better one than building a room that tells your story and makes you feel relaxed. A rattan bedroom chair can be repurposed as a bedside table, or perhaps some old leather suitcases would be more your style.

You could look out for an old-fashioned wooden valet stand instead of having The Chair that ends up piled high with clothes. Handy if you’re looking for small bedroom ideas that will keep things streamlined.

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Or you can just look around your home and see if furniture can be brought in from elsewhere and given a new purpose. Symmetry can be nice in a bedroom, but we agree with Nate things can get a little matchy-matchy if we’re not careful.

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Old Times - Part III

Rafe x Reader go on their first date. But something, more like someone, from Reader’s recent past shows up causing Rafe to come undone.

Warnings: argument, pure smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Part II Part IV

The clacking of your heels on the white tile echo around you as you walk into your living room. A full length mirror leans against the wall. You take in your appearance making any last minute changes due to your anxious mind. But you don’t need to. Red fabric clinging against your body as you turn to check the back of the dress and it accents all the right places. Rafe won’t be able to keep his hands off you.

Your chest heavy as you think about the way he will look at you. Wide hungry eyes and busy hands. You hope you’re up all night with him. It’s been two and a half weeks since you had Rafe all to yourself and one less day since you made plans to see each other. But as life usually happens as you make plans Rafe had construction jobs get pushed longer and couldn’t get away. Thank God for FaceTime. You speak every day and it’s nice to have him back in your life. Rafe has told you so many new things he has picked up in his life. He enjoys cooking even though he gets to cook for one he still loves it, he says he’s pretty good at it too. He works out more than before since quitting his drug addiction. At first when he mentioned the substance abuse you would tense up and immediately wanted to change the conversation. Soon you came to realize the importance of being there for Rafe. If he is able to forgive himself and be strong enough to overcome all of that then you can easily listen to him. The changes he has made are adamant and you’re proud to know him now.

Rafe offered to pick you up from your apartment but you decline wanting to meet him at the restaurant. In your mind it made things more exciting somehow.

You grab your keys and lock up your apartment before heading down to the car park. The drive to Beck’s feels so long even though it’s only 10 miles from your place. As you pull up to the restaurant valet is waiting five cars deep. You sigh seeing young men around the age of 16 running around in bright white shirts on the dark night. One runs over to you after what feels like forever with a sweaty forehead. He places a hand on top of your car and leans forward into the passenger side.

“Hi ma’am sorry about the wait. Friday nights are always busy.” The young man excuses through heavy breathing.

“No worries.” You smile as you get out of your side holding it open for the guy to get in. He runs over to your side and hands you a white ticket.

You stride over to the black canopy shading over the entrance. You can hear the smooth strum of jazz music as another young man opens the door for you with a nod as you walk through. Your eyes look over to the clock hanging on the wall in the waiting area and you notice you’re 15 minutes early. The table probably isn’t ready yet. Rafe probably isn’t here yet.

“Good evening. Name?” A woman with kind eyes asks from a wooden podium as the light from an iPad glows in the dark room. Low lights everywhere to set the mood before you’re even sat.

“Hello, name should be under Cameron, Rafe. I’m a little early.” You nervously laugh at your eagerness.

The women smiles politely then takes her attention to the iPad as she taps and swipes across the device.

“Oh, yes. He paid extra to get a table before his time because he arrived early. He seems very nervous too.” She leaned closer to fill you in.

“And he looks quite nice. A few ladies did a double take when he walked in.” She continued as she raised an eyebrow. She’s much older then your parents so you take all of this with heart as she gushes.

“I’ll make sure to keep my eye out.” You wink as you tuck your hair behind your ear. She laughs at your wit and steps out from behind the stand.

“I’ll walk you over, Dear.” She smiles and puts her hands together as she walks you past the busy tables of couples. You see Rafe before he spots you. He’s sitting facing you with a glass of water almost empty in front of him. He’s looking down at his suit jacket and opens it to straighten his black tie. He looks up and eyes the room then a wide tooth smile spreads across his face as his blue eyes meet yours. He stands up quick almost knocking his chair over. He catches it last minute and you giggle at his actions.

“You two have a lovely night.” The hostess smiles genuinely as Rafe walks over to your chair. She leaves you two to your date and your chest becomes heavy instantly.

“Hi.” You smile as Rafe’s tall figure towers over you. Matching black jacket and slacks cover him. You didn’t think he could look any better than he normally does but you eat your words as he stands above you looking beautiful in his suit. He brings a hand up to your neck and lightly pecks your cheek. You know he wants to do much more but he can’t and you want to scold yourself for being in public.

“Hi.” Rafe whispers against your cheek. His thumb lightly moving back and forth as you lean into his hand before he pulls away. He walks to your chair and pulls it open for you. You smile wider at him as you take your long awaited seat and he pushes your chair in for you. A proper date. Off to a good start.

“You look beautiful.” He gushes once he is sat across from you. You catch his eyes move to your exposed cleavage and you smirk at him. He is so easy.

“I would believe you if I didn’t just catch that.” You scold him with a grin. You both begin to laugh at how serious this date is. You feel so out of place.

“You do look beautiful. Red is your color, baby.” Rafe compliments. Hearing him mutter that nickname he used to use makes your heart flutter. Suddenly you feel 19 again.

“Seeing you in a suit is doing things to me Mr. Cameron.” You flirt back knowing he loves when you call him that. He raises an eyebrow and shifts in his seat.

“Be careful, Y/N. We’ll have to skip straight to dessert if you can’t control that mouth.” He fires back. He licks the corner of his mouth and you swallow hard wanting so bad to test his words. Starting over is going to be tough tonight.

Luckily the waiter comes to take your drink orders. Rafe insists no wine for him just more water but you ask for a glass of Cabernet. Your drinks come quick and he allows time for you to overlook the menu.

“So tell me how your family is. How’s Sarah and Wheezie?” You were never close with Sarah due to the age gap maybe or the fact that you were too busy being consumed with Rafe. Wheezie on the other hand was always sweet and innocent.

Rafe takes a sip of water and slides a hand over his suit jacket. His gold ring reflecting in the low yellow light.

“Well, Wheezie is dating now. Can you believe that? Little Wheeze running around with guys, she’s 18 now so I guess that’s normal.” He shakes his head. Unbelievable that his littlest sister grew up so fast.

“Wow, 18? And boys? I figured she’d be into studies and looking at colleges.” You question as you take a drink of your wine.

“I know, I know. I did too. And Sarah is still kicking things with John B. I’m glad she’s happy. They have a place on The Cut and she really seems to enjoy it out there. I can’t judge though since I’m still at home with Ole Dad.” Rafe fills you in and clicks his tongue at his last sentence. You knew Sarah and Ward hit a bump once she began dating John B. But you are surprised to hear she’s out on the other side of the island. I guess the whole Kooks and Pogues bit is real for a lot of people.

“No, you shouldn’t feel bad for still being home. Do you feel like you should leave?” You question him really wanting to know. He sounds sad when he says it.

The waiter politely interrupts again to get your food orders. He takes the menus and nods once you say what you’d like. Your food comes quickly as you catch up.

“Rafe, have you looked at other places?” You pry again. He scratches the side of his neck and rubs the back of his head. You remember when felt like a burden still being at home. You didn’t leave until you were 20 so you can only imagine how Rafe feels.

“Uhm yeah kinda. I like still being home but there’s not as much privacy as I thought. You know with Rose coming and going.” Rafe let’s out a small laugh as he gestures to you referencing to that night.

“Yeah.” You clench your teeth and join his laugh. The two of you used to have sex wherever you could without getting caught when you were younger but now is when you do. Life is funny that way.

“How about your parents?” He asks but he knows how they are. You watch him stick his fork into his steak and slice down to cut himself a piece. It happens in slow motion as you watch him turn the fork up and into his mouth. His cheeks puff out as he chews the piece of meat. He does everything well.

“Nothing new I guess. Well, I think my mom may hate me since we’re dating again but I won’t hold my breath.” You laugh out as you twirl your fork into your pasta.

“Dating, yeah?” Rafe raises an eyebrow in between chews.

You pinch your thigh as you realize what you just said. You two hadn’t even mentioned what this is yet. Why would you think you’re dating?

“I didn’t mean t-. We don’t have to talk about it. I’m sorry.” You weakly smile and your face heats up immediately. You grab your glass and down the rest of your alcohol to give you courage to get through this moment.

“No, no I like that you said that. But things are moving pretty fast for a first date.” Rafe smirks as he takes a drink from his water. He always knows how to make you squirm. You roll your eyes at him and sit back in your seat.

“This is nice, Rafe. Thank you for taking the time to come all the way out here to see me.” You reach across the white table cloth for his hand. He cups your hand into his swallowing it up. You lean your head into your shoulder and just admire him before you. Now it feels like five years was worth it. For you to find yourself, for Rafe to trust himself. Right person, wrong time means so much to you now because it’s true.

“Thank you for giving me another chance Y/N.” He gives your hand a sincere squeeze. Now would be a great time to reach over and kiss him. After being away from each other for two weeks you really need him.

“Rafe, want to get outta here?” You practically beg him. He nods halfway through your question and you smile with relief.

“If you want to get your car I will handle the check.” He offers knowing its a busy night so valet could possibly take longer than expected.

“Meet you outside.” You stand up and kiss his cheek while you squeeze his shoulder. You know he watches you walk away so you add a little more sway into your steps. You turn to look over your shoulder. There he is sliding a hand over his open mouth and you hope he’s drooling.

As you reach the door to outside you rummage through your purse for the white ticket. The same young man in the stark white shirt smiles and mumbles something to you as he takes your ticket and disappears around the corner. You stand near the valet stand as you wait for him to pull your car around. A few minutes go by and still nothing.

“Y/n?” You hear someone say as a hand grabs onto your shoulder. You turn your head around unsure who it is by the voice.

Then you notice him right away. His dirty blonde hair and light green eyes smile back at you. The man stands close enough for you to notice the new stubble on his chin.

“Dylan, how are you?” You are surprised to see him here. You met Dylan when he came in as a partner with one of your clients last year. A couple hook ups and an awkward morning later you came to the conclusion you did not want to see him romantically anymore. He is a nice guy, he just isn’t Rafe.

“I’m fine. It’s great to see you, you look amazing as always.” He eyes your body dramatically. You’ve always kept up with your figure but being on the go with work and living off a cycle of coffee and red wine helped balance off weight.

“Thank you.” You weakly smile as he looks back at the restaurant door.

“Who are you here with?” You notice he’s waiting for a car and this isn’t the kind of place you visit alone.

“Yes, my um date is inside.” He says through closed teeth as he points a thumb over his shoulder to Beck’s.

“That’s good. Glad you’re having a nice night.” You try to cut the conversation as you stretch your neck to see if your car is almost here. What is taking them so long?

“Hey baby.” You hear Rafe as he walks up to you. You’re thankful we makes it out when he does because Dylan is starting to stare more then you welcome. Rafe places a hand on your lower back as you lean into his side perfectly fitting as you always should.

“Rafe, this is Dylan. He’s a client.” You curtly introduce the two men standing in silence.

“Nice to meet you.” Rafe firmly holds a hand out to Dylan. Dylan’s hesitation to shake your boyfriend’s hand does not go unnoticed by Rafe.

“Yeah, pleasure man.” Dylan puffs his chest out as he shakes Rafe’s hand.

Luckily your car comes quick to save the awkward moment between the three of you. The valet parks your car in front of you and runs over to hand you the keys. Rafe hands the man a tip and nods in a thank you, his hand never leaving its place on your back. A small blonde woman walks over to Dylan as you begin turning to Rafe to ask him if he is going to follow you back to your apartment in his car. You notice Dylan paying little attention to who you assume is his girlfriend.

“Good to see you Y/N, take care.” Dylan walks over to you and kisses your cheek. You freeze as you are taken aback by his actions. You did not expect him to touch you let alone be so advanced in his confidence with you. Last time you saw him was so long ago. You barley had any feelings towards him. Guilt begins to run down your spine as he pulls away.

You nod quickly as you turn back to your car.

“Will you follow me in your car back to my place?” You plead Rafe. He doesn’t look you in the eye as he opens your driver door for you. He nods lightly and you sigh knowing what he’s thinking. You are aware Rafe has your address so you get in your car as he strides to the parking garage across the street without a word.

The drive home gives you little time to settle your nerves. To Rafe, the way Dylan looked at you must seem like unresolved issues. You two never dated. How do you make Rafe understand your heart has always been with him?

You are walking through the lobby of your apartment building as too many scenarios of how the rest of your night will go play out in your head. Rafe probably won’t come over now. Your night is ruined and you haven’t even begun to talk with him.

You set your purse on the white granite of your kitchen island. You light a few candles to set the mood in hoping Rafe doesn’t bring an argument with him. Running into your room you remove your red dress and heels as you put on your floral lace lingerie. You had hoped Rafe would be the one removing your dress but this lingerie might encourage him more now that things are messy. The night is still going to go as you planned you tell yourself. Nice night with wine and wrinkled sheets, hopefully sore legs too.

You hear a knock at your door as you fix your breasts inside your bra. You grab your silk robe to leave little imagination to what is underneath. Releasing a loud sigh you walk over to unlock your front door as you tighten the the robe shut.

“Hi.” You neutrally greet Rafe as you open the door. He looks at you with wide eyes noticing your outfit change. You take a step back welcoming him inside. He walks passed you without a word.

“Rafe, can we please talk?” You plead as you shut and lock the front door. You feel him walk through the living room and to the balcony. He’s more upset than you thought. You follow close behind and he lights a cigarette before you step onto the concrete outside. He takes a long drag and leans onto the railing.

“I know I shouldn’t be mad Y/N. It was all a mystery to me if you have been with someone else. I was fine not knowing. But seeing you two interact like that made my stomach flip. I had to physically stop myself from wanting to wring his neck.” He laughs repulsively as he shakes his head at the thought of your body wrapped around Dylan’s. He brings the cigarette between his lips again not looking at you. His lips hold the cigarette in his mouth as he loosens the black tie from his neck needing more air. He brings the tie over his head and sets it on the wicker chair behind him. You take a step next to him and place your hand over his in an attempt for him to respond to you.

“Rafe, please. It was nothing. I don’t know why he would kiss my cheek. We never had anything serious.” You try to make him understand. A light breeze blows against your face and the cool air makes you realize how much you are sweating. The last thing you want to do is talk about a meaningless, not someone you want to remember, hook up.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” His voice stern as he looks at you to the side without turning to face you.

“Oh, You never had anyone after me? We were kids then, Rafe. Why is everything made into a big deal with you?” You raise your voice at him. He has no right to treat you like you did something wrong.

“Yeah, alright. This is what you wanna do?” He rhetorically asks. He drops his cigarette to his feet and steps on it putting it out. Long arms widened out at his side and he throws his head back in a laugh.

“There was a lot going on after you left. I tried to forget you Y/N. I did what I had to do too, but no one is you.” Rafe runs both palms through his hair as you watch him freak out. The night turned upside down so quick.

“I really don’t want to do this.” You put your head in your palms and try to hold back tears realizing your night is ruined.

Rafe walks over to you and grasps onto your wrists pulling your hands away from your face. Tears stream down your face and you keep your eye level on the iron railing. Rafe tilts your head up with two fingers meeting your eyes in a hopeful attempt to read your face.

“No one is you. It didn’t matter what I tried to do either. I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” His eyes frantically searching yours as he brushes a tear from your cheek. You close your eyes as his soft lips meet your face and slowly peck down your neck. With one of his rough hands stabilizing below your ear you tilt into his kiss. You flutter your eyes open and pull him in by his jacket.

“I hate that he’s touched you.” His words mumbled against your skin as you feel him pull the tie on your robe. One hand grabbing your waist as he walks you backwards. Cold concrete meets your back and his lips become aggressive against your skin. Rafe detaches himself from you and opens the silk exposing your body. Breathe heavy in your chest rising up and down wanting to know what he’s thinking. He leaves no imagination as he wets his lips with his tongue eyeing every inch of you in the thin lace material.

“Rafe I wan-.” Your attempt to converse is thrown to the side as Rafe wraps one hand tightly under your thigh bringing it to his hip. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls your other leg around his waist. You can feel how hard he is against your center. He presses himself against you wanting you to know how you make him feel.

“These are my lips.” Rafe says as he forgivingly kisses your parted lips. A low moan comes from you as repeats his earlier actions trailing his plump lips down your neck.

“Mine to touch.” He whispers his possessions as he palms your bra applying slight pressure over your nipple with his thumb.

“No ones but mine.” He shifts his jaw as he looks down at your heavy chest and looks to you through furrowed brows. You nod your head at him and he curls his lips into a sultry smile. As you stabilize yourself against the wall and hold yourself up with legs still attached around Rafe he removes his hand from your breast and positions it by your head on the wall. He forms two fingers to the fabric of your underwear gliding down the band near the top of your leg. He slowly slides the the fabric tightly met on your lower lips to the side. One finger swirls lightly on your clit as you arch your back in pleasure.

“Yeah?” Rafe watches you come undone at his slick movements rubbing your wet core. You continue nodding your head encouraging him but you can’t keep your eyes open no matter how much you love watching his fingers fuck you. His motions quicken as the coldness of his ring finds itself between your lips. He slides two fingers down then inside you. Pumping slowly and the quiet pace drives you insane.

“Rafe, I need you to go faster.” You demand through breaths. He ignores your request continuing his work on your lower half. You open your eyelids watching him drunk in love as his eyes watch your mouth part.

“I want you to tell me who makes you feel this way. No one else can make you wet like I do.” Rafe is right. His lips meet yours again and you’re hungry for a taste. His whole body stills including his fingers detaching from your sweet spot. Pedals of sweat are on his forehead as he grips your hips with each hand. A tight hold on your body as he waits for his answer.

You let out a light laugh watching his expression stiffen before you.

“You. No one else makes me feel this way.” You give in knowing you want him just as badly. Rafe’s kisses begin again but in more need.

His lips part allowing your tongue to slip in aggressive against his. He pulls your legs from his waist and gently brings your feet back to the concrete. Rafe’s long fingers wrap inside the elastic waistband on your lingerie pulling it from you and down each leg. You step out of them quickly and he kisses your clit sweetly on his way back up to you. He stands above you wetting his lips again. He shuts his eyes and your hands hurry with his belt. He helps you lower his zipper to expose him. You reach for his member removing his length from his now tight pants. Wrapping one hand around him you begin pumping him quickly as he pushes you back to your place on the wall. You lift your knee up to his hip but he’s still too tall to gain access comfortably inside you. You whimper at your attempt to match your bodies but you need his help again. Rafe let’s out a low laugh at your need for him. He knows he isn’t the only one who craves the need for the other.

As your bodies repeat the same position, only this time with less fabric between you, sloppy kisses are rushed against wet lips as fingers are entangled in a mess of brown hair. You continue your hand on his length and press the tip to your wet center. Rafe let’s out a loud moan at the sensation you know feels just as sweet to him. A hiss falls from his parted lips as his chest rises and falls. He brings his eyes to your naked hips and watches as he pushes himself into you slowly. His eyes drunkenly find yours and he pulls halfway out slamming inside you without breaking eye contact.

“Rafe.” You moan out his name as you feel his hips push you into the hard wall behind you. You fumble to remove his jacket in need to have his body closer. Rafe helps you push his suit off hearing the clothing hit the floor next to your underwear.

Rafe quickens his pace inside you as your fingers undo the clear buttons from their slot on his white shirt. You must be taking too long for his liking as he brings his hands to either side of the clothing and rips forcing the buttons to pop off. You let out a hot breath at finally being able to touch his bare chest. You tighten your legs around his hips as you feel his hands move to your bare ass. He stays inside you as he walks your conjoined bodies back inside your living room and through the single hallway to your bedroom.

Pushing the door open with his shoe he easily stalks over to your bed releasing you onto the mattress. He positions your body on the edge of the bed spreading your knees wider so he can watch himself glide in and out of you. His pace continues steady and you forget all about his jealous argument. You also forgot about his great stamina. You were so aroused to be with him last time you didn’t care to keep things slow.

You arch your back and feel his thumb circle on your clit. The bedroom fills with sounds of mixed pants and rough breaths as the pleasure overwhelms your entangled bodies. Rafe moves his hands to your hips and fucks you harder than he ever has. The pounding of him inside you makes your walls tighten.

“I love you.” Rafe breaths out not stopping his heavy hips.

Your legs begin to shake at the intense pace he’s going. He doesn’t plan on stopping until he’s done.

“I’m so close.” You warn the man before you.

“Yeah, me too.” He pants as his thrusts turn sloppy. His sweat covered face turns up and he pushes into you two hard times as he feels you tighten around him as you reach your orgasm. His climax pools inside you as he watches you come undone. His movements steady as he moves his palms from your knees and leans over you on the bed kissing your tender lips.

“God Rafe. I don’t know what that was but it was great.” You praise your boyfriend knowing he loves being appreciated.

Rafe pulls out of you and cups his hand over the top of his length as he cums more. He smiles as you watch him. His tan pecs move up and down as he catches his breath from his workout. Rafe disappears into your bathroom and you hear the water come on. He comes back moments later and he’s fully naked now. Rafe pushes the silk robe from your shoulders then helps you up from the mattress and finds the hook on your bra. He removes it with ease and guides you to the steam filled bathroom.

The hot water feels great against your chest and Rafe hugs you from behind massaging your breasts as he kisses your neck. You remove your body wash from the porcelain shelf of the bath and push on the cap.

“Let me.” Rafe mumbles in your ear as he takes the bottle from your hand. You watch as he squirts the pink liquid into his large palm. His hands lather against your tired skin and down between your legs. He’s gentle as he cleans you knowing he was rough with you minutes ago.

Once the shower is finished you both tuck yourself under the covers of your duvet. You settle into the curve of his bare body and lean the back of your head into his chest. You exchange small laughs as he runs fingertips along your side causing a tickle to spark over your skin.

“Goodnight baby.” Rafe kisses against your shoulder holding you tighter than before. With closed eyes you smile at him knowing he means it.

“I love you.” You remark. Rafe rests his cheek on the top of your head as your legs are intertwined under the blanket. Rafe’s chest falls into a steady pattern of breathing giving away that he’s asleep. You close your eyes knowing you’re right where you are meant to be.

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hi ! i'm obsessed with your work ! <333 can i request a rafe cameron x reader

the reader is always there for rafe when he's sick or in trouble but rafe doesn't really show any reaction or gratitude from the reader's affection - but when reader goes sick (or nosebleed) he immediately begins to worry/make sure reader is okay. basically fluff !

August ; Cupcake! Rafe Cameron

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Read Cupcake if you haven't before you start this fic!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: In which Rafe cares more for the girl he likes rather than himself.

Warnings: Extreme fluff! Mentions of alcohols and drugs, Rafe Cameron being a complete sweetheart

A/N: After a week full of nothing but angst I've decided to give y'all what y'all have been screaming for; fluff. Thank you for all the love over my stories, I love you more than anything else in the world <3

p.s, I'm so sorry @blank-velvet if this isn't what you had in mind :(

"Hello, beautiful."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, giving him a side smile as she locks her front door. "You're late today."

Rafe pouts, pulling her into a hug as he breathes into her scent. She doesn't smell like cupcakes anymore, thank god, because he can't take another few hours of flashbacks of him whisking the batter.

Turns out, the children's home becomes a fortnight habit for the both of them. They would bring so many cupcakes for the kids and spend the new 2 hours chatting and playing games.

Rafe hates to admit this, having to show the soft side of his, but he likes it. Every single bit of it; children telling him he's the best person in the world and how they like his frosting over (Y/N)'s because his were more 'unique'.

"Are you thinking of another girl?" (Y/N) teases, poking him by his side. Rafe looks down to her height with a shocked expression and shakes his head.

"Never."

"Yuck," she replies, but she's smiling. She keeps her hands in his, loving the way his fingers are wrapped around hers. His metal rings knock against hers, and she can feel the slight tightening every time the light turns red.

She wishes she can assure him that she'll never leave his side, no matter what happens. She knows how hard his life is for him, dealing with his family and his addiction, and she swears to be in his life until he's okay.

"I don't want you to leave once I'm okay."

"I don't mean it that way, Rafe. I'm just saying that if you decide to find anyone else after this whole bullshit ends, I'll be fine."

Rafe shook his head, "I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)."

"Now you're thinking of a guy," Rafe rolls his eyes playfully, turning into a corner before stopping directly before a fancy restaurant (Y/N) can't roll her tongue to call it. He steps out, helping her to her feet, and proceeds to give his car keys to the butler.

"You don't have to pay 30 dollars for valet parking," (Y/N) rolls her eyes. "I'm perfectly fine with walking a long distance, you know."

"Not in that heels," Rafe answers, pointing to her pink mules. "You'll get your dress dirty too."

Rafe escorts her to their table by the beach with her arms in his, and the couple never looked so beautiful. Rafe's hair is left messy today, since (Y/N) likes it that way, and anything that (Y/N) likes, Rafe will try to obey.

"We can eat at Fraiser's and I'll be happy, Rafe. This is too much."

Fraiser's is Obx's famous burger shop located in The Cut, and sometimes even the kooks would come down to the other side of the island to enjoy the food.

(Y/N) stares at the beach, hearing its calming waves and turns to Rafe. He's still admiring the view, his lips pulled into a charming smile, and (Y/N) has the urge to kiss him.

"I want to," he says. "I'm glad we met."

The candle burns brightly by the side of their table as he gazes into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them. Her (E/C) eyes are mesmerizing, and it had struck him.

"Stop. You're getting all mushy mushy."

The dinner is perfect. To (Y/N)'s surprise, Rafe had requested her favorite song to be played by the band earlier. When the starting melody to August by Taylor Swift starts playing, she's basically gaping at Rafe.

"Shut up! You did not!" she hits him on his arms as he laughs.

"I thought you'd like it," he shrugs, stuffing his mouth with the garlic bread. "Do you like it?"

"Are you crazy? I love it, Rafe!"

Before Rafe can process his mind to what she just said, she pulls him into a hug from the other side of the table, and the other diners glance at the sudden sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor and clanking of cutleries.

Rafe relaxes, "You're embarrassing us."

She pulls away, her face red, but Rafe holds her tightly.

"It's okay. I like it. Embarrass us even more, please."

(Y/N) feels like she's in heaven, soaring high above the clouds with Rafe by her side. Her life can't be more perfect; being in a close relationship with the boy he likes, doing so many things together she feels like they were married already.

Keyword: close relationship. He never proposes her to be his girlfriend, and she's too afraid to bring it up.

But whatever they're having now; she loves it. More than anything else in the world.

"Let's go to the beach."

"Okay," she giggles, gathering her clutch and her forgotten shoes somewhere under the table. She feels like leaving them, but the heels were one of the many presents from Rafe a few weeks ago, and she intends to keep them until the day she dies.

She stops, placing the clutch against his chest. "Have you paid?"

Rafe looks up to her, "Nah."

"Go pay."

"No."

"Rafe!" she widens her eyes, closing her mouth with her hands. "They'll catch us!"

"Not if we act like we've paid. Come on, they know me. They wouldn't suspect me of fleeing before paying."

She bites her lips nervously, but her heart is thumping wildly against her chest. Fleeing away from paying is never on her bucket list, but she always likes watching these kinds of scenes on the big screen.

"Okay. Fine."

"Okay, sweet. Come on."

He pulls her hands in his as he walks towards the exit. The waiter close to them bows, giving them his thank you, and when (Y/N) feels like they're safe, a loud voice from behind them shouts.

"Sir! Madam! Have you paid?"

(Y/N)'s grip around Rafe's hands tighten, but Rafe is a natural at lying. She wonders if he ever lied to her before.

"We have, a few minutes ago. This is a very bad moment for me and my wife, we are catching a flight back to Paris in an hour and you're wasting our time."

(Y/N) looks at him, gawking. His wife?

(Y/N) isn't sure if his lie would get them out of this situation, because his fake British accent does not sound anywhere near British and no English couple would spend their summer in a place like Obx.

The manager, (Y/N) assumes takes a step back, bowing down to them. When he looks up at them, he still has the curious glint in his eyes.

"Can I get your name?"

There's a long silence between them, and (Y/N)'s getting more and more nervous. "Coke." she blurts before she can stop herself.

"Coke?"

"That's her nickname, right, my love? It's not coke, my dear, it's Cookie," Rafe sighs and turns back to the manager. "I'm sorry. She had had a few drinks tonight."

"Sir," the same waiter that had muttered his thanks to them says, standing beside the stern manager. "They haven't paid."

"Run!" Rafe exclaims, running towards the exit with (Y/N) in his trail. There are shouts behind them, but they don't stop, running for dear life until the music from the band playing sounds a distance away.

Eventually, the gravel turns into sand, and they stop running. (Y/N) is the first one to laugh, throwing her head back and pulling him into a hug.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Rafe, that's the best thing that has ever happened in my life!" she exclaims, placing her arms around his neck. The adrenaline from before is still flowing at a fast pace, and she never felt more alive.

Rafe smiles, catching his breath. He let her in his arms, smoothing her locks and lifting her slightly from the ground.

"Let's go in the water!" she says excitedly, pulling him towards the waves.

The cold saltwater pools around their ankles as they stand in the water, intertwining their fingers. (Y/N) looks up at him, watching as he stares at the darkness ahead.

She looks in the direction he's gawking at and sees the silhouette of a huge boat somewhere in the distance.

"What's wrong?" she asks, tugging at his hands.

"Someday, (Y/N), I'll bring you around the world."

She smiles. Always the charmer, that one.

"Rafe!" She suddenly shouts, bending down and letting the water soak her dress. "Something bit me!"

Rafe snaps back to reality, holding her in place and trying to find the mysterious creature in the water. Can a piranha get this far?

"I don't see-"

(Y/N) cuts him off by splashing the water at him, and he steps back with a shock.

"You'll regret doing that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not feeling anything."

"Get ready."

"For what?"

Rafe splashes her with a larger amount of water and uses the stalling time as she gasps and tries to get away from him by pulling her down into the water.

"This," he laughs, watching as she screams playfully. She's between his legs now as they sit peacefully, letting the water soak their expensive clothes.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining the dress you bought for me."

"It's okay. It's just Dior. Besides, I'll probably ruin it by-"

"Later," she cuts him off, placing her pointer on his lips to silence him. "Let's just watch the ocean."

And Rafe obliges.

A walk back to your home doesn't take long when you're in love. (Y/N) has Rafe's hands in hers, swaying them back and forth as they skip back to her apartment.

"I'm not going to be responsible for your car if it goes missing, Rafe."

He smiles, "It's okay. I have insurance."

She's on cloud nine; singing along to August and letting Rafe twirl her around under the night sky full of twinkling stars.

"I love this," she whispers, stopping midway. "Thank you, Rafe."

"For what?"

"Being the best."

He kisses her cheeks in response, "Always."

Just before they can continue their walk back to her apartment, a familiar blue mustang pulls up beside her, and Rafe pulls her to his other side in reflex.

He waits until the car window pulls down, revealing a half-drunk boy with his black hair messily slicked back.

(Y/N)'s breath hitches, and she pulls Rafe closer to her.

"What do you want?" Rafe sighs. "Can't you leave her alone?"

"Rafe," she whispers, pulling him in alarm. Out of all the time in the world, her ex-boyfriend decides to surprise them after a good night full of good memories.

Jack ignores Rafe and stares at (Y/N), smiling in a taunting way. "Hey, (Y/N), why are you all wet?"

"Rafe," she pulls him again.

"Come on, I'm just asking," he laughs. "I thought you liked getting wet."

"Fuck off," Rafe says, gritting his teeth. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, and he longs for the moment to connect his fist with his smug face.

"Aw, come on Rafe, you used to be so fun," Jack fakes pout, sighing. "Now you're all up in her ass. Does she feed you bone?"

Rafe steps forward, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him back.

"Does she beg you to go to the some children's shit too?"

Rafe stalks forward again before (Y/N) can help it, and launches Jack's car door open. He topples over from leaning over and not wearing the seatbelt, and Rafe uses the chance to throw him on the road.

"Wanna talk shit again, asshole?" Rafe yells, pushing him as he staggers backward. Jack clutches onto his chest, holding a hand up and moving backward.

(Y/N) cries, waiting for Rafe to come back. As Rafe turns away to go with her, Jack takes the free time to bring him down to the road again and throws a punch against his face.

"Jack! Let him go, please!"

Rafe groans, feeling his bones cracking, but he's too fueled by the snickering Jack had made toward (Y/N). He turns him over and continues his punches against the thrashing boy.

(Y/N) pulls Rafe's arms, not wanting him to get hurt, but the pull is so strong that when he finally lets go of Jack, she topples backward and falls straight on her bottom.

He gushes out beside her, "You're okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you!"

Jack scatters into his car again, muttering a curse word under his breath and saying something along the lines of 'I'll get back at you, Cameron' before speeding off into the night.

(Y/N) groans, rubbing her legs and turns to Rafe. She gasps, holding his face in her hands. "Oh my god! Your nose, Rafe!"

Rafe grunts, pushing her hands away. "I'm fine. It's just a nosebleed. You scraped your thighs!"

"Just the side of them," she mumbles, glancing at the ripped part of her used-to-be beautiful midnight blue dress. "Let me see your nose."

"No."

"Please."

He sighs and lets her examine his broken nose. His eyes are red, and (Y/N)'s sure there's some kind of a broken blood vessel in there, and there are bruises starting to form under his eyes.

To compare with her pain, Rafe is a hundred times worse.

"Jesus Christ, we have to get you to the hospital."

"No!" Rafe exclaims, pulling her hands away from his place. "No, please. I hate hospitals, you know I do. Let's just get home."

(Y/N) sighs, knowing there's no way she can win this fight against Rafe and helps him to his feet. She staggers backward, feeling the sudden pain coursing through her from the gash on her side.

"Oh god, you're losing so much blood."

"No, I'm not. I'm perfectly fine. It's just a scratch," she bites her lips.

"Let me carry you." he stops her.

"No! You're an idiot. If anything, I'm the one who's supposed to carry you," she rolls her eyes and turns to look at him again. "Rafe, you're crying blood. Let's get to the hospital."

"I'm not, I just drink too much red wine."

"It doesn't work that way. Please, Rafe? I'll be there with you the whole time."

Rafe sighs, and after a long time of thinking and weighing his options, he nods.

"If they start telling me to open my clothes, I'll head out. I will only remove my clothes from you tonight."

He can still joke around at a time like this?

(Y/N) bites her lips, "You will do exactly what the doctor says."

"You're my doctor," he shrugs. "Be my doctor?"

(Y/N) decides, with Rafe limping beside her, walking towards the hospital will be the stupidest idea ever. She orders an Uber, and before the driver can ask why they're booking to go to the hospital at 11p.m. on a Friday, he speeds away when he sees the sight of Rafe.

"It's not too late to just go home," Rafe mumbles against her neck. Her hair tickles his nose, but he likes it like that.

He feels safe. Protected.

"We're not sleeping in my apartment tonight."

"Can I still make love to you in the hospital?"

"We'll think about it."

(Y/N) pays the driver, muttering her thanks, and attends to a groaning Rafe again. One of his eyes is shut, and the other is fighting its best to stay awake.

The EMTs grab a wheelchair for Rafe as soon as she pulls him in through the automatic door, and when (Y/N) finally lets go of him, he shouts over the loud orders of the workers.

"She needs to stay with me or I'll die!"

One of the technicians looks at (Y/N), and she sighs. "I'm sorry. We got into a fight, and I think he's just not thinking straight right now."

She nods and asks (Y/N) to wait for him in the waiting room.

Half an hour later, with a coffee from the 24 hours cafeteria near the emergency room in her hands, the doctor finally calls for her attention. She stands up, her dress sticking to her bloody wound, and she winces from the pain.

"Why didn't you tell us!" the doctor sighs, pulling her into the same room he brought Rafe in. Rafe isn't in there, and (Y/N) can't help but search around.

"He's okay. He's sleeping. He's suffering from subconjunctival hemorrhage. It's nothing serious, really, but we decided to keep him under our watch for one day."

(Y/N) nods, slightly relieved, and let the doctor removes her skirt so he can take a better look at her wound.

He clicks his tongue, "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"Okay, (Y/N), we called for your boyfriend's parents and they'll be here in an hour. Do you have any parents I can contact?"

"I'm okay. I'm not suffering from any hemorrhage."

The doctor sighs, "I know. But you just confessed to being in a fight, so I have to get the parents involved. It's protocol."

Fuck.

(Y/N) mumbles out her brother's phone number, and she hopes against hope he's out with his friends and getting drunk so that she wouldn't have to face her family.

"Okay. Do you want to see your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. But yes, I want to see Rafe."

(Y/N) holds out his hands as she sits beside his sleeping form. She smiles, grazing her fingers across his soft skin as he breathes peacefully.

"I'm awake now."

She pulls her hands away, gasping slightly at his tired voice.

"Come on, hold me again."

She rolls her eyes, but her fingers are around his again. "We look so corny."

"I know. Wanna know something cornier?"

"What?"

"Take that thing out of my pocket. No, not that, that's my dick, (Y/N), my pocket, yes, yes, take that box out."

(Y/N) holds out the small box in her hands, letting the white light from above illuminate the box. Her face is still red at the mention of accidentally touching his private part, but she's more intrigued by the box now.

"Open it," he says softly.

(Y/N) hesitates, and pops the box open. She gasps, having a small diamond glinting back at her.

"Do you like it?"

"You did not, Rafe, oh my god."

"Wear it. Wait, fuck, I messed it up. Wait, wait, let me just-" he sighs, trying to sit up, but (Y/N) stops him midway. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?"

She looks up at him, her eyes teary now, because God, no one has ever done this to her.

"Would you?"

"Of course, asshole, even when you're asking me in the middle of your deathbed."

He smiles, "Okay. Now you can put the ring on."

She slides the ring on her ring finger, holding her hand up and admiring the way the ring compliments her hands.

She loves it. More than anything.

"Oh, and they called Ward and Rose. I'm sorry it's going to be your first time being my girlfriend and meeting them."

She laughs, leaning over him and placing a longing kiss on his lips. He kisses her back, feeling so much better now he can walk out of this hospital.

"You're like a princess. Nursing me back to health. None of these Harvard graduate doctors can compare to you."

"Urgh, shut up," she rolls her eyes. "Now you're pushing it."

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— what they would be like as disney princes

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima x fem! reader)

ೃ tags: headcanons, disney au!

ೃ warnings: none

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Eijiro Kirishima – as Li Shang from Mulan

- *Mulan voice* Eijiro? Eijiro? Eijiroooo

- Eijiro Kirishima is the handsome son of the Army General and it’s very obvious that everyone swoons for him. Yes, everyone in the army.

- He’s manly, brave, sweet, caring, and responsible. What more can a soldier ask for?

- “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT THE VILLAINS!” (ok that sounded better in my head)

- during the “I make a man out of you” sequence, kirishima uses his hardening quirk to not only hype up his warriors but also for that extra effect. He’s just bad-ass and hot like that.

- Eijiro wakes up at 5 am to train and work out. And yes, he does that shirtless. It helps him move a lot more and of course, it’s pleasing to the eyes.

- H I S T O N E D M U S C L E S. that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

- He needs that daily grind after all !

- You swear you could hear the other soldiers sigh dreamily every time they catch him work out.

- Whenever he praises his fellow comrades, he smiles a very cheeky smile, his shark teeth cutely popping out and it’s just so endearing and charming.

- After being ridiculed and belittled by your fellow comrades for being physically weak, you wanted to prove them that they were wrong. You continue to stay determined as you decided to create your training regime that consisted of waking up at 5 am in the morning to train too (and this was prior to knowing that kirishima would wake up at the same time to work out too. Oooh~ what a coincidence.)

- “(Y/N)! You like him? Helloooooo!? Him and I even share the same hair color! He ain’t worth it!”

- “Mushu, please. You are a discount version of him. Now, I’m going to go and train now.”

- You leave your tent at exactly 5 am, and as you began to stretch and do warm-ups outside, the biggest tent across yours suddenly opens up too, revealing General Eijiro Kirishima… in his shirtless getup.

- “A-ah! Good Morning General Kirishima!” You stand up straight, shifting your weight to the right leg and bending your left, bowing to him.

- He nods at you, shooting you a small smile. “You’re up early. Early for a new recruit! Do you plan to train?”

- “Y-yes! I will be using the pole and training weights sir!” You bow your head, as you remain standing straight.

- He hands you over the weights. He refuses to give it to you, instead insists to tie it on your wrists and help you up the wooden pole.

- General Kirishima holds you by the waist, making sure you don’t fall and you’re positioned correctly onto the pole. “Alright. You’re positioned in the right way now, you may proceed.”

- You continue to hold onto it, lowkey about to bang your head on the wooden pole as you were about to die of embarrassment.

- “(Y/N), he’s just being nice and just treats you like any other soldier under his command. Don’t expect too much!” Mushu whispers from your side, as soon as general kiri steps back and was not within earshot of the two of you.

- “I don’t have my hopes up at all, Mushu. I’m not expecting anything.” You sigh, trying to reassure yourself as you began climbing up. The weights pull you down, but you must persevere.

- “You can do this, (L/N)!”

- “(L/N)!?” You squeak, losing your focus, slipping down the pole and back to square one. You were a fumbling mESS

- “woah woah woah. Is everything alright?” he was about to hold onto your waist again, making sure you don’t fall off or fall down. You collect yourself before becoming too flustered to answer.

- “Y-yes General Kirishima! I’m fine!”

- When your gender had finally been revealed after the battle against the villains, Kirishima did not feel betrayed albeit just disappointed that you had to hide that fact for far too long and wasn’t being open to him when the two of you became much closer

- He’s been in love with you ever since the beginning.

- He’s always admired your passion and your drive. However, due to him being the general, he wasn’t so sure to approach you without being biased.

- “You don’t find a girl like that in every hero’s journey.”

Katsuki Bakugo – as The Beast

- Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a blonde young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired and his quirk was one of the most powerful many have seen, the prince was belligerent, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

- Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love and no humbleness in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.

- We’ve been known, the B in bakugo stands for beast (insert lenny face for a certain implication)

- Essentially, Bakugo had two quirks at once. Not only was he now a beast, (a physical quirk) but he also has his explosion quirk.

- He’d pretty much look the same as the beast from the Disney movie, however there’s some blonde highlights in his fur and he’s much more aggressive and intimidating to look at. His fangs more emphasized and he has a much softer appearance; like that of a huge pomeraninan.

- Ok…. no thoughts head empty just thinking about katsuki having an even huskier voice now that he’s transformed into a beast.

Katsuki Bakugo, who was ashamed of his newly transformed monstrous appearance, shut himself in his castle, The rose the old woman had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love an explosive beast?

- Significant members of Katsuki’s posse who were turned into magical items were Eijiro Kirishima, his castle maître d' whom had turned into a candelabra, his annoying majordomo, Tenya Ilda became a pendulum clock, the head housekeeper, Ochaco Uraraka had turned into an enchanted teapot, the vice-head housekeeper, Denki Kaminari had become a little tea cup, Mina Ashido, the lady-in-waiting became an enchanted wardrobe, and lastly, Hanta Sero, the Castle’s Valet and Chaffeur, became a coat rack.

- All of Katsuki’s servants try their very best to make their prince change his ways, however, to no avail, their efforts have been fruitless. They were about to lose hope as Bakugo was about turn 21, which meant the rose would no longer bloom until… you came.

- Gran Torino, your grandfather, had gotten lost in the woods and ended up finding Bakugo’s castle to seek shelter, not knowing he had been trespassing all along. After Katsuki finds him, he throws him to the castle dungeon.

- You were the spirited, headstrong and bookish “beauty” of the town, however only being admired for your looks and not for your intelligence. You really had enough of this village and wanted to get out of here asap but after your grandfather had told you to wait just a little bit more, even though you frankly had enough of Monoma, the ~most handsome~ yet the biggest jerk in town constantly asking for your hand in marriage.

- The disappearance of your grandfather had prompted for you to search for him, leading you too, to the beast’s castle.

- Once you get there, you are to be greeted by Bakugo in his very beastly form, terrifying you. However, you stood your ground, asking for your grandfather. Gran Torino is set free under the condition of you having to stay in the castle instead.

- At your first night, you refuse to join him for dinner enraging him.

- “Where is she?” Bakugo grits his teeth, growling at Ilda.

- “Aha- Well- You see… she’s not coming.” Ilda mutters nervously, his clock hands waving in weird chopping gestures.

- “WHAT!?” Bakugo’s voice echoes around the dining hall, He leaps out of the room, busting the doors open, whilst Kirishima, Ilda, and Ochaco follow suit.

- He bangs the door, “OI OI OI I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER?”

- “I’m not hungry.” You reply softly.

- “ HAH? YOU COME OUT OR I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”

- “Master Bakugo… I could be wrong, but that may not be the way to win a girl’s affection.” Kirishima speaks in a hushed whisper, grimacing.

- “Please attempt to be a gentleman.” Ilda says slowly and matter of factly.

- Bakugo grits his teeth, scrunching his eyebrows, pointing to the door. “But she’s being… SO DIFFICULT!” he turns to the door, as if wanting you to hear what he was saying.

- “Gently… Gently…” Ochaco repeats, trying to calm the prince down.

- Bakugo rolls his eyes and repeats his words more softly this time, “Oi… will you come down for dinner?”

- “No.”

- He turns to his servants once again, pointing to the door, his mouth forming into a pout.

- “O- It would be my greateest pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He could barely muster out the words. “Please?”

- “No, thank you!”

- “YOU CAN’T STAY THERE FOREVER!” He barks, “THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He storms out of the hall, running his way to his castle wing.

- After you were saved by the beast from the wolves, you tend to his wounds. Bakugo was rather… stubborn and didn’t want you to touch it or even press hot compress onto it.

- He continues to growl lowly, still seething from the pain, attempting to lick it just like any other canine would do.

- “Don’t do that.” You try to stop him from doing so, he growls at you, moving his wounded arm away from you. The castle servants watch in fear, taking a few steps back.

- “Just hold still.”

- “GRRR! THAT HURTS!”

- “If you hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

- “IF YOU HADN’T RAN AWAY THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”

- “If you didn’t scare me, then I wouldn’t have run away!”

- “PHAH! WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING!”

- “Well, you should learn how to control your temper!”

- He was about to protest, until he couldn’t think of anymore good comebacks, he stops. he pouts and rests his head on his hand as a sign of defeat.

- After that night, the two of you had finally warmed up to each other. Wanting to surprise you and at the suggestion of Kirishima and Ilda, Bakugo had finally given you the chance to explore the west wing. Surprising you by leading to you the castle’s huge and well-kept library. A place where he seeks solace and peace.

- You never expected him to be someone so aggressive yet be so interested in reading and of other mediums of knowledge. You had a lot in common and a feeling was blossoming between the two of you. In turn, you help him act more like a gentleman.

- You continue to spend time with him, not knowing that you were slowly but surely falling.

- “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, coarse and unrefined. And now he’s dear, and I’m unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”

- As much as bakugo denies that he isn’t in love with you, he’s actually always had. He had just feared that you would never love him in return.

- With the help of the fashionista turned enchanted closet that is Mina, she brings out a beautiful golden ballgown hemmed with golden roses, with off the shoulder sleeves and golden gloves to complete the look. You tie some of your hair into a neat bun, with the majority trails down your neck in a beautiful and flowing motion.

- Bakugo on the other hand, was dressed in such a refined and handsome way. He wore a golden vest over a white dress shirt with a white kerchief. And, to complete the look, his very trusting stylists, Kirishima and Kaminari styled him in black pants.

- As you dance the night away, the chandelier adorned with sparkling crystals hanging above you, the mural in the ceiling looking ever so heavenly, and calming waltz music to accompany you… it was a dream come true.

- You nestle your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, the latter looking a bit surprised yet his mouth forming into a small smile as he continues to guide you by hold your hand, twirling you around and just dancing with you. No other peering or judgemental eyes to stop the two of you from doing so.

- Did I mention that he was an amazing dancer? Perks of being a prince I guess, but it’s also one of his natural talents.

- Bakugo lets you go back to your grandfather that same night, watching you leave with your horse on the balcony.

- He loves you, so he has to let you go.

- Monoma and the village people ambush the castle to kill the beast, the castle servants trying their best to keep them at bay and the ever so arrogant village hunter climbing his way to Bakugo, you rush to the scene, and as soon as Bakugo sees you, he regains his strength and sends Monoma falling down a pit.

- Bakugo was able to go back to his quarters with you helping him down, taking one last look at you.

- He smiles half-heartedly, still trying to catch his breath. “You came back…”

- “Of course, I came back.” You fight the tears trying to form in your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to comfort him in his last moments. “If only I’ve gotten here sooner.”

- “I-it’s better this way.”

- “We’re together now! Everything’s going to be fine…”

- “At least, I got to see you one last time.”

- “P-please… Don’t leave me… I love you.”

- As the last rose petal was about to fall, Bakugo is knocked out and is slowly succumbing to his wounds. It is through your genuine care and love for him, along with his change of heart and new resolve (albeit still retaining most of his temperamental and pompous personality, he is able to keep it in check) he transforms back into a human.

- Along with all those who lived in the castle turning back into human, the castle retaining it’s original bright and vibrant colors and atmosphere, you and Bakugo live your very own happily ever after.

Izuku Midoriya – as Hercules from Hercules

- A babie Izuku had been sent down from godlihood to live as a mortal, as his parents, All Might, the God of Thunder, and Inko, the Goddess of Marriage had wanted to protect him from AFO, the God of the Underworld, who will take over Mount Olympus if Izuku does not take him down according to a prophecy.

- He grows up as a simpleton, the adopted son of both farmers, dreaming to make it big out there, with very ambitious and pure dreams of becoming a hero.

- But after, being belittled by his very own peers for not looking the part as he couldn’t control his gifted super strength, scrawny, timid, too pure for this world and quite weakhearted, Izuku wanted to prove to them that he will become a hero in the future.

- “Sometimes… I feel like, I really don’t belong here. Like I’m supposed to be someplace else…” Izuku confesses sincerely, his adoptive father looking at him in worry as he did not want to stop the young boy from learning who he actually was and all the potential he has.

- “If you found me then… where did I come from? Why was I left here?”

- His adoptive parents hand him over a golden medal with a thunder and lightning symbol that was said to be hanging around his neck when they found him. This was his answer that raised more questions.

- He embarks on his journey to find one of the temples of All Might, as this was the only thing the symbol on the medal could allude to.

- Okay but go the distance fits Izuku so well! A pure and hopeful young boy seeking to make a difference in this world and just wanting to become a hero by the most wholesome means.

- “I have often dreamed of a far off place, Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be…”

- just imagining izuku’s boyish voice singing this is just aaaaaaa

- He eventually finds one of the temples, learning that all along, he was the son of the legendary God. All Might tells him he must prove his worth and earn back his godhood by becoming a true hero.

- His father tells him to go search for Shota Aizawa, the famed instructor who has taught many great heroes in his time. Gifting Izuku a Pegasus, he embarks on another journey again to find the man, so that he may be trained.

- When he arrives at the home of Aizawa, the teacher had retired as none of his heroes have ever earned a constellation in the sky, prompting him to expel them.

- Izuku however, explained to his soon-to-be teacher that he wasn’t like the others, and… he proved true.

- Although Aizawa was hesitant at first, he liked the kid’s determination and sheer will, so he began to train him.

- Maybe, he could make a difference.

- After his training and after undergoing an amazing transformation, Izuku was finally ready to start his way to achieving Godhood and becoming a true hero.

- On the way to a nearby city, Izuku encounters you, a totally not damsel in distress and totally not a pawn of AFO, being tormented by a minotaur.

- Izuku saves you and you couldn’t help but notice how pure and how gentle he was. You thank him albeit with a tint of sarcasm, hoping the two of you would meet again as you venture deeper into the forest to go and meet with AFO, whom you made a deal with in order to bring back your lost lover from the dead- only for them to leave you soon after.

- You were once a very soft and romantic person. So open to giving love to others and never shying away from any form of affection. However…

- After that terrible experience, you developed a cynical outlook. Not taking slack from anybody, always keeping your distance, barely interacting with others and showing no interest in forming any genuine relationships with others ever since.

- Izuku reminded you that there was still some good in this world.

- His genuine innocence, his boyish yet handsome looks, his pure determination to save others and his charismatic wit just swept you off of your feat.

- However, you still had to keep your distance. You just weren’t ready to trust anyone again after that what had happened.

- Izuku finally reaches his destination, defeating a Hydra using both of his wits and his strength, as he becomes a celebrated hero around the city of Musustafu.

- Since then, he jumped from city to city, striking down every otherworldly monster that AFO had created to try and defeat him, and making him somewhat of a celebrity.

- Izuku, however, remained humble. Knowing full well that the fame he had gained was not needed in order to become a hero.

- In fact, it was what could become a hero’s biggest downfall.

- Whilst chilling around in a huge museum dedicated to Izuku’s efforts, you pay him a visit and the pure and wholesome boy, clearly enthralled by you since the beginning, became very flustered at the sight of seeing you.

- You start playing with your words, flirtatiously manipulating him to get him to go on a date with you.

- “(Y/N) by the gods, he’s so pure why would you do this?” you thought. “what did he do to deserve this from me?” yet, you were bound by a contract with the god of the underworld, so it’s not like you have any choice right?

- You go on a date with him, and end up falling reeeeeeal hard.

- The two of you end your date in a romantic park, filled with conveniently placed statues of couples and a statue of Izuku, in the middle, near the fountain for you to fawn over whilst singing one of the best Disney songs ever to.

- Aizawa hastens him to leave as they still have training to do, but he doesn’t leave until he picks a white flower from a tree, giving it to you, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

- Midoriya hops on his Pegasus and they flutter away as you continue to watch his figure travel farther and farther away from you.

- You observe and play with the white rose on your hand, sighing dreamily, until you snap back into your senses and think about the matter at hand.

- “Ugh… what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn.”

- *Cue Music and the Muses known as Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina and Jirou)

- “Who d'you think you're kidding~ He's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling... who you thinking of~”

- The muses continue the musical number, yet in your heart you just need to deny these new and fuzzy emotions you were feeling for Izuku.

- “No chance no way I won't say it, no no. (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in loveeee…”

- After all the ordeals Izuku had to go through to save you, (literally jumping into the river styx to recover your soul) his willingness to sacrifice himself for you was the final key needed to ascend to Godhood, and so that he may join his parents and the other gods in Mount Olympus once more.

- However, this would come at a cost, if he were to go back to Mount Olympus, that would mean he wouldn’t see you ever again, instead only being able to watch over you from up and above.

- And so, he chooses to remain on Earth with you, and even without his godly status, he could remain as the striking and true hero he is.

- The two of you watch the night sky as All Might forms a constellation on the sky just for Izuku. Not only making Aizawa also proud, but also as a sign that Izuku himself- (and your love) was worth seeing in the stars.

Shoto Todoroki – as Flynn Rider from Tangled

- Ok this is a bit of a stretch and I KNOW IT IS

- Fantasy au Shoto has a white horse, and Flynn rider befriends a white horse that hates him. that’s the closest similarity these two have.

- Flynn rider is my favorite unofficial Disney prince, and shoto is my favorite mha boy so let’s just roll with this!!

- Shoto Todoroki was a lost prince turned thief, and after he rebelled from his controlling and manipulative father, His only way of escape was if he turned to a life of thievery, hiding his identity and straying away from his mantle as the Prince of the Todoroki Family.

- He was very rebellious and mischievous, yet was also stern and rather monotone at times. He would crack jokes, but they would fall flat most of time and despite being absolutely handsome and looking very charismatic and charming on the outside, he wasn’t the best at picking up any gestures or flirtatious remarks said to him.

- He approached some thieves before and very innocently asked them how to live the life of a rogue, the bandits laughed at him but were nice enough to give him tips. The first advice they told Shoto was to take up a moniker. So that he wouldn’t be easily discovered or found by security officials. They jokingly called him The Half-Hot and Half Cold prince, because of his looks and his quirk.

- Not knowing that he was an actual prince. A wayward prince to be specific.

- Shoto didn’t care enough so he used the nickname given to them and went on his way to a different castle.

- After abandoning his kingdom, he chooses to live freely by his own means, and making the most of his time as a free man and not as a prince. You only live once after all.

- He then leaves for the Kingdom of Corona, being forced to create a trio with very unfriendly bandits, Sato and Koda. Their mission was to steal the crown on the eve of your birthday and hope to sell it for an absolutely impossible price.

- After they successfully infiltrate the palace and steal the crown jewel, Shoto stacks the prized possession into his satchel, betraying Koda and Sato, using them as a scapegoat, and making his way to a nearby forest settlement where he may hide and then move on to the next kingdom.

- However, he underestimated the castle guards as they were able to find traces of him. Shoto, not wanting to back down from a fight, uses his ice quirk to prevent the guards from following him in any further into the forest. (He refuses to use his fire quirk due to its relation to his father)

- Knowing that it wouldn’t take long before the castle guards would find him again, he had to go somewhere and hide first.

- He then sees an obscure and weirdly placed tower in the middle of the forest, thinking that he may take refuge there. And so, Shoto uses his ice quirk once more to elevate himself onto the only open window of the tower.

- He was about to start adjusting to his new surroundings as he steps foot inside, until…

- BANG!

- The last thing he heard was the sound of a clanging frying pan.

- Unbeknownst to him, he was hit on the head by said frying pan.

- Shoto wakes up to see that he was tied to a chair and his precious satchel gone by his side. He observes his surroundings to see that he was not tied by a rope, but instead tied using someone’s long and luscious hair. Hair so long that it was scattered all around the room.

- “Is this… hair?”

- You appear from the darkness, a very smug look spread upon your face, gripping the frying pan tightly.

- You were the lost princess of the kingdom of Corona. You were kidnapped by Mother Midnight, and she raised you as your own, keeping you locked in the tower so that she can use the regeneration powers coming from your hair to make herself younger.

- Each year, the king and the queen release lanterns in the sky on your birthday, hoping for your safe return.

- It was too much of a coincidence. You know in your heart that the lanterns are meant for you. Yet, Mother Midnight constantly forbids and refuses you from leaving the tower.

- “Who are you? And how did you find me?” You grit your teeth, interrogating him, your frying pan ready to hit on him if he dares to make a move.

- Tsuyu, your pet chameleon and best friend was watching the half-and-half man intently.

- “I’m the Half Hot- Half Cold Prince.” He says simply, barely moving and showing any emotion. You stare back at him, puzzled. What the heck was wrong with this guy?

- “I mean, your actual name.” You repeat yourself as you slowly continue to approach him.

- “Oh. I’m Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.” He says plainly once again. “Can I have my satchel back please?”

- “Nope.” You reply, popping the p. “Why are you even here for the first place? Is it for my hair!?”

- “He tilts his head in confusion, “Of course not. I was being chased and saw this tower, so I used my quirk and got up here. Now, may I please have my satchel back?”

- “Hmm… if you say you’re from the outside then… I need you to take me to the lights.” You climb up your room balcony, pulling the curtain away to reveal the beautiful mural you made in dedication to the lanterns that are released from the kingdom every year during your birthday. “Then, I’ll give you your satchel.”

- He looks at the mural in awe for a moment then breathes a hefty sigh, “Alright. We have a deal.”

- You untie him from your hair. He stands up quickly and was about to descend down the tower. “I can use my quirk to bring us down-“

- “Nah.” You hold up your hand in front of him, throwing your hair down and using it as a swing as you glide down with grace.

- Your eyes meet the grass and you take a deep breath before you take your first step on it and then…

- “My life will finally begin.” You take in your surroundings, feeling overwhelming happiness about to burst inside you.

- Shoto catches up to you, using his quirk to slide down the tower. He crosses his arms, at the sight of seeing you jumping around like a little chipmunk who has not seen any land, a contempt look plastered upon his face, just wanting to get this job done and head on to the next kingdom he could go to.

- “THIS IS AMAZING!” You watch him resting by the tree, leaning on it. You kick a pile of leaves to get his attention as you twirl around in your place, still taking in all these wonderful sights.

- “Look. We have to get to the kingdom grounds as soon as possible or else-“

- “It’s (Y/N).”

- “Excuse me?”

- “I’m (Y/N). I just remembered that I didn’t tell you that a while ago. Sorry!” You smile cheekily at him and because of how adorable you looked; he gave you a pass.

- “Alright. Let’s go then, (Y/N).

- Your adventure was absolutely chaotic. From entering a tavern full of scary bandits, for them to actually be softies all this time who were willing to help you see the lights. When the castle guards track down Shoto in the tavern, the bandits help you escape through a hidden passage, but find yourselves stuck in a flooding cave.

- Thinking that this was the end of both of your adventures and your lives, Shoto reveals to you that he was the missing prince of the Endeavor Kingdom and you also reveal to him that your hair glows when you sing.

- Bingo.

- Flower gleam and glow… Let your powers shine… Make the clock reverse… Bring back what once was mine.” You sang softly, your hair began to emanate a glowing light, as it served as a guide to get you out of the cave.

- Shoto’s hand was injured due to the very rough and dangerous properties inside of the cave and so, you heal him with the powers of your hair.

- Once again, repeating the song he had wanted to hear escape from your lips once more, your hair begins to glow as the wound on his palm was no more.

- He looks at you in awe. Noticing details about you that he hasn’t noticed before. How your eyes twinkled differently, like a star from a night sky. Your smile always radiating sunshine, and your aura emanating nothing but warmth and comfort.

- He was in love with you.

- How long did it take for him to realize that?

- “Are we almost there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps back into reality. “Ah yes. We’ll be in the village where the festivities will take place.”

- “THERE ARE FESTIVITIES!?”

- You reach the kingdom the morning after and began to partake in the festivities. All that Shoto could do was watch and admire you from afar as you danced and make merry with the townsfolk; not until you pulled him into the middle of the dance.

- He was awkward and wasn’t so used to having all this attention around him ever since he left his royal life, but you guide him well in the dance floor, getting lost in the moment, the two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, and the cheers of the townspeople unfortunately snapping you out of the moment.

- That night, the king and the queen, along with all of the townsfolk, flock to their boats for the annual cruise and lantern releasing.

- To surprise you, Shoto was able to snatch and rent a boat. The two of you board on it that night, and Shoto rows all the way to the middle of the lake and get a clear view of the ethereal spectacle that was about to take place.

- The first lantern, released by the king and queen, floats solely by itself. You rush to the other side of the boat, the boat rocking furiously due to the excitement. Your handsome companion on the other hand, was trying to keep the boat into place.

- You hold on to the edge of the boat as other lanterns follow suit. The huge boats around you were releasing their lanterns too.

- You look up at the sky, watching the lamps color the night. It was such a beautiful moment. Watching these floating lights reminds you of a comfort and inexplicable feeling from within. There was something about the light emanating from these paper lanterns, some of them bumping into each other, creating unique shadows, like that of shooting stars who were about to ascend back into the night sky.

- Lanterns continue to light up the night sky, as if they were like bright dreams. Lighting everyone’s resolve and everyone’s hearts.

- “All those days watching from the windows, All those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, Now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new, And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different… Now that I see you.”

- After you felt too immersed into the beauty of the lights, you turn back to Shoto who was holding on to two lanterns that the two of you could release. A loving smile present on his face.

- You smile back at him, and the both of you release it into the sky.

- “All those days chasing down a daydream… All those years living in a blur… All that time never truly seeing things, the way they were.”

- The two of you look up to see the floating lights arise and you were immersed once again. Shoto fixes his gaze on you, admiring your beauty and your enthusiasm to see the lights you’ve always dreamed of seeing. He could do nothing but smile at you, as he’s truly fallen in love. He really has. His heart thumping loudly at the presence and the warmth that you’ve given him. Something that he had been seeking for so long.

- Now she's here shining in the starlight, Now she's here suddenly I know.”

- You continue look up. A lantern engraved with a sun symbol approaches your boat, and you point at it, pushing it up at the sky.

- “If she's here, it's crystal clear… I'm where I'm meant to go.”

- Shoto knew this was his only chance. His smile turning into that of a frown, as thoughts of not seeing you again came across his mind. He grabs your hand, touching it softly. You perk up a little bit at this gesture, but you smile back at him. Your eyes glimmering love and warmth once again.

- You hold both of his hands, grasping it firmly yet tenderly. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes again, this time no one were to interrupt. This moment would just be between the two of you.

- You notice how beautiful Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes were from up close, the love shown in his eyes could only be for you and you feel your heart racing at that thought.

- And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted… All at once everything is different… Now that I see you.”

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