#i love this ask so much THANK you jonah
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sending SAWSKS (SAW ASKS . REALLY BAD MASHUP HERE) please tell me more about your amanda/gabriela . whether about domestic routines or more about their dynamic I NEED IT!!!
sawsks.. that’s that gay bitch from naruto
i think domestic routines (in an au. sorry babygirls) would be so cute to consider for these two 😭😭 on a not so cute note i’ve thought before about amanda helping gabriela through recovery which is something that can be so personal to me LOL like i’ve personally always thought that amanda quit cold turkey after her first test, whereas gabriela might have fallen off a bit. but also her dealer is very much dead so that would help id imagine. all this to say i love the idea of them doing STUPIDLY sweet sober things together, the way you kinda have to force yourself into it when you’re recovering, but then discovering that they both enjoy all the corny stuff quite a bit. like imagine the potential here. what if i was your Jigsaw-Assigned Sponsor and you hated my guts a lot but also saw yourself in me (😳 and hopefully saw yourself in my guts later 🤞) and so you put up with my visits and we actually get along like a house on fire and we go sit by the dog park and i don’t realize we’ve been sitting for hours until an evening breeze starts to pick up . and we were both girls
i love shoehorning in references to my own work lol but i do think gabriela being a dog person is SO cute and real and good.. and that in this domestic AU, she and amanda should get the biggest dog possible just to piss off hoffman lmfaoooo. it would definitely be one of those situations where amanda talked shit about the dog before meeting it (“hope you don’t expect me to come home on my break and take that thing on walks”, yadda yadda) and then immediately after meeting it she would be like “well sorry gabriela but you’ve been replaced. this is my new favorite”
ALSOOOO not to make this about amanda’s three weed smoking (figurative) gfs but i do feel like out of every amanda ship, amanda/gabriela is definitely the most outwardly and notably Affectionate. obviously they would have to reconcile and whatever the fuck first but in this nebulous au where gabriela has been saved And recruited into her own evil apprenticeship, i love the idea that she would be cuddly with amanda :’) it’s what they both deserve
#ALSO TRADING CLOTHES . okay that’s it i have to go do my real actual homework#i love this ask so much THANK you jonah#gabriela saw#stallshipping#amanda young#saw#asks#jonah#drugs cw#apprentice gabriela
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tag game!!!
its been a Hot™ while since ive seen one of these whew
rules: tag nine (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer these questions below!
tagged by @keepthemacramesecret hell yeah thank u arthur!!!
four ships: these are just current faves because four is such a tiny number gfghgf
arthur/john (malevolent) (to the surprise of no one lmao)
wrightworth (ace attorney)
lord arum/damien/rilla (the penumbra podcast)
kojiro/kaoru (sk8 the infinity)
last song: flowers by miley cyrus (dont judge me its catchy!! also idc that its some post-breakup single life empowerment anthem im choosing to view it through aroace lenses)
currently reading: i have a bunch of audiobooks i rotate as bedtime listening but uhhh the king in yellow by robert w chambers, the farthest shore by ursula k le guin, and the first welcome to night vale novel by joseph fink and jeffrey cranor. also i really need to finish jonny sims' thirteen storeys, its so good but im so bad at sitting down with a physical book these days
last movie: i uhhhh cant remember? mightve been klaus which i watched in december before christmas. i dont watch movies much lmao.
craving: nothing at the moment!
tagging: @curiousrei @lintunen @nurmilintu @ceruleanmusings @ft-the-stars @safitheartist @monoshiki @ohnebulae @quietalight
#funnily enough i had a tough time thinking of four (4) whole ships gfhdiughfdughfd#sorry the arthur/john brainrot is soooooo real i cant really focus on anything else rn#my other big focus rn is hfthw but so far the romances arent my biggest brainrot therein#i love the old queer people in love soooo much i want violet and bern and hector and jonah to be happy forever (which is going Great for me#rn thank you for asking (((((((: )#but its mort polly and yaretzi and their little family that i like the most out of all the relationships in the podcast so far#idk im on a platonic and queerplatonic kick rn what can i say
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Jonah was so tired.
He didn’t know what to do with himself, but he knew he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to hurt anyone.
It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter though, the strings pulling taught against his wrists.
Hovering gently in the shadow in a corner, he sighed when the sound of pops and cracks came to his ears. Oh please Mark no, he didn’t want to deal with this fucker today. Alas, his admittedly lackluster prayers weren’t answered and… Adam.. entered the room.
The other looked at Jonah with that stupid smile and he resisted the urge to reflexivly whisper to him, reminding himself that unfortunately that would’ve worked on the real and long dead Adam he’d known, and not the utter asshole he had to talk to now.
Tuning the Tupla out the best he could, Jonah ruminated on what could’ve been. Where would the real Adam and him be if they hadn’t been so stupid? Maybe they would’ve gotten to know Seth more, and Adam would possibly have realized being an ass to the guy wasn’t a great decision.
Well, it was no use to think about that. It didn’t happen, and he was stuck like this due to his own mistakes and idiocy. A harsh tugging on his strings accompanied by mocking laughter reminded him of something else he’d become stuck with.
He was so tired.
(if you can't tell, i have brainworms /pos)
Holy shit
Dude this is fucking so good are you kidding me?? /pos
#asks are neat#alt Jonah#alt Adam#tmc alternate au#DUDE YOU GUYS ARE SUCH TALENTED WRITERS HOLY SHIT???#Dude. just. dude. I love this so much#I wonder if I should share my writing but not sure if I’ll do it soon#this is great. you guys are so talented thank you#also. very accurate to the characters too#super cool fan stuff#shmorps hall of fame
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THEY AREN'T THE FEARS ANYMORE!! THEY'RE DESIRES
(SPOILERS for TMA, and all of TMAGP episodes so far)
Okay, here me out
Tmagp1: Darla wants to hear Arthur's voice again. She even says: "I just couldn’t face the thought of the rest of my life never hearing him again, I had to try" and later on she even says: "But I had to know, so I went to the cemetery."
Tmagp1: RedCanary wants to know about the Magnus Institute. They want to know why it's listed under 'cleared' when there's no evidence of it. Hence why they go and explore it.
Tmagp2: Daria wants that absolute perfection. She wants to change who she is and get out of that dark place. When she talks about the thing that she felt was missing, she says, "... and that’s when I decide I need a tattoo. I had a couple already – just little things on my shin and my wrist – but I decided I needed something big. Something that really changed my look." She also mentions when talking about Ink5oul that "they just kept pressing me about my life, about why I wanted the ink" instead of asking what design she wanted. And when she got the tattoo she describes herself as now being, "Someone I wanted to know more about." Afterwards she even says how "For the first time ever [she] wanted to attempt a self-portrait. Something real and physical, [she] wanted to feel the brushes in my hands and the oil on [her] fingertips." I think a lot of her statement is about her desire and impulsive need for that perfection and that wholeness that she has been aspiring to for her whole life.
Tmagp3: Samuel wants to stay hidden. He wants and he "need[s] to get up, get out of here for treatment." He wants to get better and most of his delirious thoughts are the things that he wants, or feels like he needs. E.g. "I so much want to see it [the sun] again. This night seems endless. I want to be warm again. I am terribly afraid. Thank god for Maddie. I need to treat her better."; "I just need to rest."; "I need to be careful or we’ll drift apart." And then obviously as the narrative continues, Samuel wants to grow and 'put down roots'.
Tmagp4: The narrator wants to be revered and accepted into the Royal Court Orchestra of the Palatinate. He wants to show off and impress. The violin "was a creature with needs and purpose of its own. The needs were simple enough. Blood. Flesh." It has these needs and desires.
So far, I'm interpreting it to be that everything so far can be interpreted as a desire of sorts, varying in the strength and intensity of it. Obviously, fear is still a big part of it all, because if you want something so badly, aren't you afraid of it being stolen from you? Of it being out of your grasp? Of it being unachievable or impossible in some capacity? Of it being a lie?
Even Sam wants to find out more. He wants to know the why and the reason for things. Gwen wants Lena's job. Collin wants to fix all these bugs and keep Freddie running. Alice wants to just get on with it because she found out that wanting to know the 'why' of things is dangerous.
I think that somehow when the Web took all the Fears into a different universe, they morphed into something else. Or they changed to fit what was the most prevalent thing in that universe, because after all, everyone wants something, even if it's something small and inconsequential. Life and aspects of it has always been characterised by that desire for something. Like people wanting food, shelter, safety, love, warmth, happiness, etc. And I think since the Web was so intwined with Jon and Martin, it absorbed some of their emotions when it found its way into this new world, because after all Jon and Martin wanted to stop Jonah/Elias, to stop the apocalypse, to destroy the Panopticon, to be safe, and they wanted each other. I think the wanting and fear of things are really entwined in it all, though this could be absolute bullshit haha
#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol#tmagp#magnus thursday#tma#long post#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#magpod#the magnus protocol speculation#tmagp speculation#tmagp theory#tmagp thoughts#tmagp 1#tmagp 2#tmagp 3#tmagp 4#magnus protocol#the magnus institute#the magnus universe#coffee.txt
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NNN Day 17 with Yuta Makoto
Pairing: Yuta Makoto/Sniper Mask x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mask stays on during sex, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, secret crush (from Reader), possessive sex, breathplay
A/N: Guys with masks, there's just something about them you know. Plus he's voiced by Jonah Scott.
Here was the thing about wearing a Mask, you could ask for anything you wanted, within reason of course, but if it could be provided it would be given. After over two weeks of missions there was only one thing Sniper Mask wanted, to fuck. So you arrived at his apartment door.
"Do you have a safeword?" He asked as he was already stroking his cock and lining it up with your wet hole. "So wet. You must be quite the professional fuckhole."
"Bullet. And thank you, but I'm nothing special. I'm just here to assist one of our most talented." You've heard a lot about Sniper Mask, so when you heard he wanted to fuck you jumped at the chance. Hopefully he doesn't find out about your big crush on him since before you arrived into this world, that'd be embarrassing.
Sniper Mask wasn't gentle, a little too pent up for that right now. That was fine, rough sex was expected from a man as ruthless like him. Furthermore it was a turn on for you, the fact that he craved sex so much he couldn't hold back. You pulled him closer placing a kiss on the corner of his mask, hoping he didn't notice in his lust induced fucking.
But if course he did. His gloved hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you against the floor. "No kissing." His voice was even raspier hidden behind the mask.
"Sor-" His grip tightened, making you gasp for a moment.
"I don't want your apology, I want your cunt to do it's job and milk my dick." The smooth material of his gloved fingers slid across your clit, making your pussy walls flutter around him. You saw a glimpse of his eyes as he leaned forward.
"Yu-" Almost like he remembered you too he squeezed harder to stop you from calling his name. He couldn't remember now, he wouldn't, this was just fucking, nothing more.
His cock rammed into your pussy like wanted to split you open, like wanted to make sure your walls stay in the permeant shape of his cock, "How many kills to get you every day?" With every thrust his grip loosened, his voice getting a bit more gentle.
"You've already got me for a week."
He laughed, the warm breath ticking your cheek, "Then I have plenty of time to make sure your body learns how to please me perfectly." Him, only him, you wanted only him, "Your pussy liked that huh? More than the other cocks right?"
"Yes." It wasn't a competition at all, "Yours is the best. I love your cock, please fill me with your cock more." You didn't lie to him and he knew it. He pressed himself close to you so he could feel your body shaking against him as you came from being filled by him. "That... feels amazing. I'll be yours, I promise Yut-"
Your breath came out short, knocked out of your lungs and cut short by his hand around your throat, "What did I say? Stop it." You noticed that no matter how hard he pressed on your throat he still eased up right after letting you speak if you needed to. "You're... just a whore for me to use." He was showing you mercy even as he fucked everything he had into you, "Be good. Or I wont be."
#sniper mask#sniper mask x reader#high rise invasion x reader#tenkuu shinpan x reader#yuka makoto#yuka makoto x reader
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Room's on Fire Masterlist
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader
Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader
Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader
Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary:
Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.
When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?
Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.
THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.
Unknown amount of chapters right now.
Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna
Chapter 2: The wedding
Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding
FishBen: Symptom of Being Human
Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased.
Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie
Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous
Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time
Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back
Chapter 8: big announcement to the community
Non canon Frankie Madonna
Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her.
Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.
Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:
Bonus Content
not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.
"Can you peel my orange?"
Jonah smut
Jonah Hanson character ai
ROF characters Star signs
Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission
Art
By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog
By @survivingandenduring
Lil comic by @my-secret-shame
As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!
How to keep up with the story!
Comment on this masterlist that you want to be tagged and I'll tag you in updates
Follow @romana-updates and/turn on notifications
Follow the tag Rooms on fire
THANK YOU FOR YOU'RE SUPPORT!
Please remember to reblog, and I love comments/asks, anon or not, and would love to see engagement and theories!
#Triple frontier#dark triple frontier#benjamin miller#dark benjamin miller#william miller#dark william miller#santiago garcia#dark santiago garcia#Francisco morales#dark francisco morales#frankie morales#dark frankie morales#non con#dub con#yandere#yander triple frontier#santiago garcia x reader#benjamin miller x reader#frankie morales x reader#william miller x reader#bisexual santiago garcia#bisexual francisco morales#bisexual benjamin miller#bisexual william miller#FishBen
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hi! i just want to say that i absolutely love gwen, i hope she is allowed to be as morally dubious as she wants, and i’m really hoping to find out more about her family (especially whether there’s a certain familiar member…) so thank you so much for bringing her to life so well!!
if it’s alright to ask, who do you think gwen would get along well with from the tma characters? who would she not get on with at all??
Thank you, I love her too! She's a lot of fun to play.
I mean, that's for future episodes to determine. Guess you'll just have to keep listening ...
OK, these are just my own thoughts so far:
I think she'd get on well with the Archivist, Gertrude, Georgie, and maybe Gerry as a rogue choice? Possibly others, but I don't just want to end up listing.
I don't think she'd particularly LIKE Jonah-as-Elias, but I think there might be an element of curiosity and understanding at the very least.
I reckon she would like Tim about as much as she likes Alice, which is to say Not A Great Deal. Not sure I'd go as far as loathing, but YIKES.
Will add more thoughts as I have them!
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TMAGP Theory Board (S1 Episode 6)
Hey sorry for the slight delay in posting the weekly theory board because some new characters were added and I ended up drawing character cards for all of them (they will also be included below)
Anyways heres this weeks theory board update
What happened in Episode 6: Introductions?
This week's incident report was wild! I'm guessing we've met our first Protocol Avatar you guys and they are amazing!! I believe that Needles is one of the first emerging avatars in this world and an avatar of the flesh (that could also explain why the flesh has been so prevalent so far in the story maybe because it was able to influence someone into becoming an avatar first and therefore will get a head start in manifesting into the universe.) going off of that I find it super interesting how when Needles calls the emergency operator they don't appear afraid of them this could be just be this specific person is not afraid of needles like he said, but I think it would be cool if that operator is meant to show how this world is new to the powers, so the sense of fear of them has not had a chance to build yet
Ok lets talk about Celia First of all I love her and I really hope nothing terrible happens to her but I'm more interested in the fact she is not new to the TMAG canon. back in The Magnus Archives, Celia was originally a statement giver named Lynne Hammond but she is later introduced back in as one of Georgie and Melanies cult members. after the change Lynne lost her memories and began going by Celia because she couldn't remember her name both Archives Celia and Protocol Celia share the same voice actor (me and my roommate have been checking every new voice to see if they have any connection to the Archives universe after the Chester and Norris having Jon and Martin's voices happened) I started thinking maybe this is just this universe's Celia and not Celia being transported along with Martin and Jon. But if that was the case she would be going by the name Lynne not Celia ( because the change never happened so her memories stayed intact) Nope this is without a doubt Celia from the Archive Universe. This begs the question why is she at the OIAR? she seemed to be a normal citizen not associated with the ceaseless watcher was there something more to Lynne's original statement? I'm guessing she didn't just happen upon the OIAR by accident Her connections to TMA are to strong maybe she's looking for Jon and Martin who she knows would be the most likely to be transported to somewhere else with her. what will be her reaction to hearing Chester and Norris then?! Theres so many questions with this character and I cant wait to find out more about her
Also lastly this was not related to the events of this weeks episode but I updated the Augustus(Jonah) character card and instead of having a silhouette I made a crusty looking Jonah Magnus illustration hope you guy like it as much as I do (even though it is of the crustiest stinkiest man)
Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this update and thank you for reading all the way through my hyper-fixated rants about these silly lil goobers. Reminder the ask box is open 24/7 if you have any thoughts to share about any tma/tmagp related topics. Hope you guys have a amazing week and I'll see you guys next Thursday.
-Echo
#augustus tmagp#chester tmagp#gwendolyn bouchard#jmart#jonathan sims#lena kelley#martin blackwood#norris tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp#celia ripley#lynne hammond#needles#tmagp theory#tma avatars#the flesh#the slaughter#the buried#the lonely#the web#fanart#my fanart#digital fanart#tma fanart#tmp spoilers#tmp fanart#samama khalid#alice dyer#colin becher
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🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️
—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
REQUESTS: OPEN
Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡
↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.
For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!
💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥
↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:
🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm
🥺 - Tease by calling them cute
🤲 - Play with their hair
🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent
💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket
🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear
💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"
😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them
💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine
🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together
🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh
🙏 - Warm their hands between yours
🤸♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them
👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them
🍰 - Share your sweets with them
💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now
💘 - "Be my Valentine?"
😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest
🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon
😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss
↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):
Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor
Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)
Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias
Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo
Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie
Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto
Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid
NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo
NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:
Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut
Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan
Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter
Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga
🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀
#ikemen prince#ikemen villains#ikemen vampire#ikemen sengoku#ikemen revolution#ikemen genjiden#midnight cinderella#shuuen no virche#virche evermore#virche#cupid parasite#cupipara#variable barricade#varibari#piofiore no banhou#piofiore fated memories#ikemen series#ikeseries#cybird#otome#otome games#steal my heart!! - xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event#ikevamp#ikepri#ikevil#ikesen#ikerev#ikegen#midcin
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Close to the Wind
A series of snippets of Eric’s life, as seen by Grimsby
Author’s Note: My first-ever Tumblr fic (ah! please be nice!) so open to suggestions, requests, and feedback. I watched The Little Mermaid (2023) and fell in love with Jonah Hauer-King’s portrayal of Prince Eric, the layers of backstory added to his character, and of course, his stunning chemistry with Halle Bailey as Ariel!
This is my take on what Eric’s life might have been like - before and after he met Ariel. I loved Grimsby as a character, especially his relationship with Eric, so there are some ideas of what it might have been like for the two of them together during Eric’s childhood. I’ve only seen the movie once in theaters, so some of the quotes are loosely based on my memory and might not be 100% in accordance with the script. Thanks for reading, and if you like it, please feel free to comment or reblog :)
Warnings: Mentions of parental death, fluff, young Eric being a little shit
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Twenty-One Years Prior
Grimsby tried his best to make his way through the crowd, pushing past the careening necks and excited whispers.
A baby!
One of the ships found him next to a whole lot of debris.
Bundled up in a chest, just floatin’ on the water, I heard.
Could it be an omen?
How’d he get there in the first place?
What about that shipwreck the other night?
He finally squeezed past the first row, members of the royal court who’d arrived at the palace to see the infant child creating a buzz throughout the islands. The guards had been able to create a wide space between the royals and the court, allowing Grimsby to finally catch his breath as he approached the thrones at the front of the room.
“Sir Grimsby! There you are.”
“Your Highness,” Grimsby bowed to the king, both his sovereign and his employer - and an old friend. He turned to the regal woman on his right, dressed in a pale blue gown and seated in an intricate golden throne. “My Queen.”
Both nodded in response. The king gestured to the infant rocking in the queen’s arms, cooing lightly as he stared up at her.
“The baby,” the king said, his voice resolute. “Will stay here.”
He was afraid that this might happen.
The child had been found a few nights prior, swaddled in a chest that floated nearly right up to one of their merchant ships. At first, the sailors onboard had assumed he was dead - his eyes were closed and there was no way a baby could have survived the storms that had wrecked the oceans for nearly a week.
And yet, he had survived, immediately rushed to the royal palace and brought to the infirmary, where he was given round-the-clock care.
It’s a miracle he survived, the doctors had said, just as alarmed as everyone else who’d gotten wind of the curious baby from the sea. Survived without a scratch.
“Are you sure you want to decide so soon, your majesty? Perhaps the baby belongs to some of the neighboring islands, or from the coast.”
The royal couple had struggled with having children - one had been lost in the womb early on, and there hadn’t been much luck since. But he couldn’t imagine this child - this washed-up orphan of a child - becoming the heir to the throne.
Would the people even accept him?
“We’ve looked, and we’ve asked the other lands. No one seems to know where the child is from.”
The king quieted for a second.
“And the ship that wrecked the other day - there were no survivors. We’ve sent crews to search high and low, and nothing.”
“A tragedy for certain,” the queen murmured, lightly stroking the top of the baby’s head, fingers playing with his dark curls. “But we can help turn his life into something meaningful.”
Grimsby nodded again with a sigh. He knew exactly how much both of them yearned for a child, a son, and perhaps chance was finally on their side.
He just didn’t care for children, personally.
“Have you picked out a name?”
The queen smiled widely at the infant, causing the child to giggle, his eyes twinkling in the palace light, as blue as the waves that had saved his life.
“Eric.”
~~~~~~~~~
Twelve Years Later - Eric, Age 12
“Eric!”
“Eric!”
“Prince Eric!”
Grimsby leaned to his side, his hand pressing against his ribcage as he slowed his breathing.
He was growing too old for this, the continuous chasing around the palace, running after a twelve-year-old boy who seemed to be getting taller and faster and more of a nuisance each day.
Grimsby couldn’t imagine himself behaving this way at that age - even when he was younger than ten, he’d known to not cause such a ruckus. And he hadn’t been into royalty, didn’t have the expectations of a future king on his shoulders.
Eric, on the other hand, never seemed to get the memo.
“Are you alright, Sir Grimsby?”
Grimsby looked down at the boy as he skipped over to him. Eric’s height rose to his chest now, mischievous eyes peeking past a messy mop of brown curls.
“There isn’t supposed to be running in the palace, Eric.”
“Who said anything about running? We’re chasing!”
Grimsby huffed, the ache in his side still lingering. “You’re old enough to know they’re the same. I know you have access to a thesaurus.”
“Well, we wouldn’t be running if you just stopped chasing me.”
Eric squinted as he watched his majordomo leaning over to his side in pain. “And, if that side hurts, you should bend the other way so it stretches.”
Grimsby huffed again as he followed Eric’s instructions, immediately feeling relief in his side. Once the ache subsided, he straightened back up, his hands crossing over his chest.
“I was chasing you because you’ve left your study a mess, Eric.”
The boy lifted a hand to scratch his head, crooking it to one side.
“A mess?”
“A mess. Things everywhere! Books all over the place, seashells from the beach strewn all over your shelves. And that globe - did you steal that from your father’s study?”
The prince snickered.
“I didn’t steal it Grimsby. Mother said I could have the globe to help with my studies. And all of father’s old charts.”
He flashed his dimples once, causing Grimsby to mentally groan. The boy had grown into a cheeky young thing, as charming as he was reckless, his charisma as abundant as his energy.
“What studies could you possibly need them for?”
“I’m teaching myself,” Eric said confidently. “I’m teaching myself how to sail. Even if mother won’t let me yet. So by the time I do go on the water, I can navigate just using the stars.”
He placed his hands on his hips in a defiant stance.
“And I’m collecting the seashells. I’ve been reading about them in some of the old books from the royal library. Some of them aren’t native to here, you know. The ocean carries them to us for us to find.”
“I’m glad you’re finding your artifacts so educational, Eric,” Grimsby sighed. “But if you leave your study a mess, Lashanna won’t allow it. You know better than to keep them around like that.”
The prince’s eyes, normally a crystal blue, began to darken.
“I’m not throwing them away!”
“You don’t have to throw them away. But you do need to keep them organized.”
Eric rolled his eyes again.
“Says who?”
“Says me. And until you grow old enough to be king, you’ll listen to me.”
Eric let out a huff of frustration.
“When I’m king, Grimsby, I’ll see to it that you get fired.”
The man laughed aloud. “I’ve been with your family for decades, my young prince. You won’t be getting rid of me that fast.”
“I can do whatever I want! Eric means eternal ruler, you told me yourself, Grimsby.”
Grimsby shook his head, turning on his heels to head back towards the palace. Better to stop the conversation now before Eric’s temperament got the better of him, he hoped.
He turned once more to look at the boy, the childish expression on his face contrasting his ever-growing stature. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if the king and queen had made the right decision, bringing this boy into the fold, setting him to be the future ruler of their islands.
Eric was intelligent, compassionate, curious - but reckless, uncontrollable at times, with a mind of his own.
And Grimsby couldn’t help but pray that eventually, he’d grow up.
Six Years Later - Eric, Age 18
“Well, doesn’t the prince look dashing!”
Grimsby turned to face Lashanna, who’d crept up behind him to watch as Eric stood deathly still at the other end of the room. The prince grimaced as the royal tailors fussed over his new jacket, using him as a human pin cushion of sorts.
“Looks just like his parents,” Grimsby joked, causing the woman to swat at his shoulder.
“Big night for the prince, eh?”
“You wouldn’t think so, talking to him.”
“Hmm?”
Grimsby sighed, placing his hand on the pillar next to him.
“All he can talk about is going out to sea, tomorrow morning. You wouldn’t even know it was his eighteenth birthday today, if the queen hadn’t made a rule forbidding him from sailing until then.”
“What about the party?”
“What about the party?”
Lashanna frowned. “Don’t tell me I have the staff running around for Eric to not show up to his own birthday party tonight.”
“He’ll show up. The queen will make sure of it. He just won’t be happy with all the fuss, you know he never is.”
Lashanna remained quiet briefly, watching as Eric’s gaze focused out the large glass window to his right, looking over the ocean waves.
“Do you think she regrets it at all?”
It’d been a question Grimsby had wondered himself, many times, and even more so after the king’s sudden passing the year prior. The baby in the chest had become a source of joy for the queen and for the people of the islands. He’d grown into a strong, bright young man, grounded by his values and the desire to lead his people.
And yet, it seemed as if Eric never saw his role the same as his mother, rigidly determined to do things differently. He’d grown even more passionate about voyaging and opening the country to faraway neighbors since his father died, frustrated at the lack of support his ideas received from his mother and the court. He’d vented at Grimsby more than a handful of times, but usually locked himself in his study, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of treasures and tokens other sailors brought back for him.
It’d been manageable, for a while. But now he was eighteen, allowed to voyage the seas himself for the first time, and taking matters into his own hands.
“She loves him,” Grimsby replied. “And that’s what matters.”
He straightened as the tailors finished up with Eric, taking his jacket to have the final touches added before the night’s festivities.
“Well, aren’t you going to be a sight tonight,” Lashanna smiled at the prince, reaching out to brush a stray curl from his forehead.
“Do you know what time we leave tomorrow, Grimsby?”
“Nine o’clock, Sire.”
“Any chance we could leave earlier? I’d love to see the sunrise on the water.”
Lashanna chuckled. “You’ll see plenty of sunrises over the next few weeks, young prince. And you’ll want to get some rest after your big party tonight.”
“There will be girls there, Eric,” Grimsby reminded him.
“So?”
“You’ll be expected to make conversation with them, dance with them.”
Eric scoffed.
“To find a wife, you mean?”
“Well, if all-“
“Wouldn’t my father say I’m too young to be finding a bride?”
Grimsby let out a deep sigh. “Your father wouldn’t want you to be reckless. But you are his heir, and you’re eighteen now. In a few years you will be old enough to assume the throne per our kingdom’s laws.”
“I’m not interested in finding a wife, Grimsby. Not when there’s so much out there to see. Did you know, one of the other islands just opened a large port? Large enough to completely change their economy. We’re being left behind here, and the rest of the world is moving on.”
“Eric-“
“And besides, don’t you think it wouldn’t be fair to my future wife if I was out on the seas all the time? A shoddy husband I’d make, I figure.”
As if he’d be allowed to voyage as the king.
“Just dance with a few, Eric. They might surprise you, there’s plenty of ladies from different kingdoms coming. Consider that your bridging between cultures and lands.”
The idea seemed to please the young man somewhat, though his face showed no hint of a smile.
“If you dance with five of the young ladies tonight, I’m sure Grimsby could convince the queen to allow you to sail before sunrise,” Lashanna offered, causing Grimsby to shoot her an annoyed glance.
“Really?” Eric’s eyes lit up again.
Grimsby shook his head. It might be the only way.
“Alright, Eric. I’ll talk to your mother.”
The bounce in the prince’s step returned as he hurried towards the passageway.
“I’ll get to packing now. Thank you, Grimsby!”
Grimsby turned to Lashanna once Eric was out of sight.
“You needed a compromise, no?” she smiled. “And besides, you’ll need to start getting ready yourself.”
“I’ve still got a few hours before the party.”
Lashanna’ grin grew wider.
“I meant for your voyage tomorrow. Enjoy the sunrise, Mister Grimsby.”
~~~~~~~~~
Three Years Later - Eric, 21 Years Old
“Eric! Eric!”
Grimsby ignored the ache in his legs as he ran through the palace halls, headed directly to the wing containing the prince’s bedroom.
The news had arrived while he was helping the queen’s secretary draft a letter to the neighboring kingdoms, desperate for any news or sign of her beloved son.
Found him washed up ashore!
Barely breathing!
But he’s alive!
Grimsby could hardly believe it himself; that Eric’s life would have once again been spared by the sea, fortunate enough to arrive right on their doorstep. He could have sworn, watching the flames engulf the ship that night and Eric falling backwards as it listed in the water, that the prince was lost to the waves.
It’d been the first time Grimsby had nearly cried, the presence of the rest of the crew in the rowboats the only thing stopping his tears.
Their last interaction had been an argument, another fight about Eric’s role as a leader, his incessant need to voyage and travel and explore for the sake of the islands. Their conversation had rung in Grimsby’s ears all night, the man unable to get any sleep once they safely reached shore.
“Eric!” He burst open the door to the prince’s bedroom, causing Max, seated at the foot of the bed, to bark loudly.
“Shhh, Max,” Eric muttered with a groan, his eyes looking at Grimsby tiredly. “It’s just Grims.”
“Thank the heavens,” Grimsby rushed over to his side, clutching one of Eric’s hands in his own. “I thought you were lost-”
“A girl saved me.”
Grimsby raised a brow, his eyes moving to the bandaged wound on Eric’s head.
“Pardon?”
“A girl, Grimsby,” Eric repeated slowly, his voice betraying his body’s exhaustion. His eyes fluttered open and close. “She saved me.”
“You’ve had a long day,” Grimsby said. “You should get some sleep.”
Surely the doctors would have informed him if Eric had sustained any major head injuries, not just a scratch?
“She sang to me, Grimsby. The most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m sure she did, Sire.”
Eric’s eyes opened suddenly, the piercing blue gaze making direct contact with Grimsby’s own.
“Find her for me, Grimsby.”
“Eric-“
“Please. She saved my life. I owe her my life.”
Eric closed his eyes once more, his tiredness quickly lulling him back to sleep.
A mystery girl who’d saved the prince from certain death in the ocean? How hard could it be?
He closed the bedroom door behind him as he walked towards in the direction of the infirmary.
The doctors had some explaining to do.
~~~~~~~~~
“We could take a carriage tomorrow, if you’d like.”
Grimsby stopped as he heard the familiar voice coming out of the prince’s study, warm lantern light peeking out of a door left just ajar.
He was surprised to see the two of them in the light, diligently peering over maps and charts across Eric’s belongings. He’d hardly expected Eric to even get to know the new arrival at the palace, the girl who’d been found in the waves just as he had.
Perhaps that connected them, in a way.
But he’d distinctly recognized the disappointment in Eric’s face once the prince realized she wasn’t the mystery girl, the one who’d saved her and sang to him on the beach. How could she be, when she had no voice of her own?
Grimsby coughed quietly, causing the two of them to look up at him. Eric’s face was beaming, a look he hadn’t seen in the young prince since the night of the shipwreck, dancing with the crew.
“Oh, Grimsby! We’ll need a carriage for tomorrow.”
Grimsby nodded politely, hoping not to cause any distress to the red-haired girl staring wide-eyed at him.
“Of course, Sire. If I might have a quiet word?””
Eric looked back at the girl with a smile, nodding slowly as if in a daze. “Yes, of course.”
When they were out in the hall and out of earshot, Grimsby decided to broach the subject. Part of him wanted to not bring it up at all - the fantasy girl they were spending all of their resources chasing, and yet, Eric had been insistent. He still remembered the desperation in the prince’s eyes, begging him to find her.
“Sire, all of the carriages are being used tomorrow to look for the girl.”
A wave of realization seemed to pass through the prince, as if he’d been woken from a dream. “Oh, yes! The girl. Yes, we need to find her.”
“And may I remind you,” Grimsby continued. “That the queen insists that you stay inside at the palace until you’re feeling better.”
“I feel fine, Grimsby!” Eric grinned, his familiar dimples flashes. “I’ve never felt better.”
Grimsby looked at the prince carefully. In the study, he could have sworn the young man’s face had been glowing in the light, the golden hues reflecting off his skin. And yet, he was still beaming in the hall, a joyous grin he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.
Perhaps the silent girl was the distraction he needed, someone to make him happy for at least a little while.
“Yes, yes, I can see that,” Grimsby acknowledged, scanning Eric’s blue eyes once again. They were as blue as the waves.
“Well, I’m sure we could spare just one carriage. But you do need to go to sleep, Eric. The doctors said you still need plenty of rest.”
“I know. I got distracted all day in there.” He smiled. “She likes looking at my collections.”
“Hmm?”
“The girl,” Eric gestured back towards the study. “I’ll tell her she can stay in and keep looking, if she wants.”
“Ah, yes. Well, if you trust her with it all.”
Eric quickly slipped back to say goodnight to the red-haired girl, and as he’d assumed, she decided to stay back. He climbed up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom with Grimsby, the man’s arms clasped behind his back.
“I trust her,” the prince said, a sheepish grin on his face. “It’s funny, really. You know that fossilized sea stone that’s been on my shelves since I was eighteen? From my first voyage?”
“Ah, yes.” Grimsby distinctly remembered Eric’s accomplished expression on that first voyage, as he traded some of their island cane for a few treasured items at the market.
“She threw it onto the ground,” Eric explained, chuckling to himself. “And it shattered all over the floor, but there was a beautiful gemstone inside, this vibrant rock that had been hidden for years. I’d never known it even existed.”
“I wonder where she must have learned to do that,” Grimsby commented.
“Me too. It’s not in any of my books. She’s strange, isn’t she? But in the best way.”
Grimsby kept watching the prince as they walked through the passageways, the young man seemingly lost in thought.
They stopped outside his bedroom door, Eric ruffling through his locks with his fingers.
“Goodnight, Grimsby.”
“Goodnight, Eric. I promise we’ll continue to search for the girl in the morning.”
Eric frowned slightly as he made sense of the words.
“Right. The girl. Yes, thank you, Grimsby. Let me know what you find.”
“Of course, Sire.”
~~~~~~~~~
In any other time, Grimsby likely would have made a fuss over the mess that Eric had made in the main passageways of the palace, lake water dripping from his clothes onto the floor.
The queen had nearly slipped in a small puddle, and again, in any other time, Grimsby would have said something.
But he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the two pairs of soaking-wet feet hiding behind a wall, so by the time he finally approached Eric and the silent girl, any thought of scolding the prince had long vanished.
“We went out onto the lake, and well, we ended up in it,” Eric chuckled sheepishly at him, as if that somehow served as an excuse.
“Well, it seems you two had fun,” Grimsby remarked, the gleam in Eric’s eyes not going unnoticed. “I imagine you’re tired, and we should let you get some sleep.”
The red-haired girl smiled gratefully at both of them, a dazzling grin on her face that Eric seemed to melt into.
“Yes, goodnight,” the prince said, as the girl smiled again before ascending the stairs.
Suddenly, she turned, taking the hat off her head - where had they even gotten such an item? - and placing it gently atop Eric’s. She flashed another grin at the prince again before walking up.
“Goodnight…Ariel.”
She turned again once more, her smile reflected in her warm brown eyes. Grimsby watched as Eric’s gaze followed her up the staircase until she disappeared from sight.
“Sire,” Grimsby said, finally breaking the silence. “About the carriages…unfortunately, they weren’t able to find the girl.”
Eric stayed silent for a moment, though Grimsby could see his shoulders tense slightly. “Oh.”
“Should we resume the search?”
Eric turned to face Grimsby, a mix of emotions on his face. The man had known the prince since he was a baby - he knew exactly what Eric was feeling, even if the young man couldn’t verbalize it.
“Grimsby…I feel...a little…”
“If I may, Sire, from one old man. Don’t let what should be get in the way of what is.”
Eric nodded.
“Goodnight, Sire.”
“Goodnight, Grimsby.”
He turned towards the passageway, hoping to find Lashanna to help take care of the mess in the halls before the queen woke up in the morning.
“Wait, Grimsby!”
“Yes, Sire?”
“Her name…her name is Ariel.”
Grimsby nodded. He’d gathered as such, though he couldn’t imagine how young Eric had figured that particular one out.
“And how did you come across that, Sire?”
Eric laughed to himself, his hand touching the top of his hat as if it contained a cherished memory.
“It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Eric.”
“Goodnight, Grimsby. And thank you.”
~~~~~~~~~
“Grimsby! Grimsby!”
Eric rushed over, a frantic look in his eyes inconsistent with the celebratory atmosphere they were surrounded by.
Grimsby glanced over at Vanessa, the mystery girl, the woman in purple who’d arrived at the palace on Eric’s arm early that morning. She was busy entertaining members of the court, waxing poetic about what it was like to save the prince from drowning, a story that seemed more like fantasy with each passing minute, or so he believed.
“Grimsby, have you seen Ariel?”
He furrowed his brow, looking back at the prince. It was like Eric had completely reversed overnight, the feelings he felt for Ariel replaced by an enchanting trance for the newly-found mystery girl.
It didn’t sit right with Grimsby. Something had felt off all day, even if the queen and the rest of the court thought nothing of it.
Of course, Eric had desperately wanted to find the girl for days, pleading with Grimsby to find her - and yet, he had assumed, perhaps foolishly, to think the mystery girl was no more than a passing thought, now. He had sensed something in the air between Eric and Ariel the night before, something stronger than the mystery girl, now gone like the tide.
And as far as he was concerned, there didn’t seem to be a true connection between Eric and Vanessa.
He couldn’t explain it.
“According to the servants, she left this morning.”
“Left?”
“Can you blame her, Eric?” Grimsby finally said, exasperated. “I don’t understand, this isn’t like you.”
“I…I know,” Eric muttered. “I’m not sure I understand myself.”
“I don’t think it would be fair for Ariel to stay, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes,” Eric said, his voice sounding deflated. Grimsby noticed a glassy haze in his eyes, as if sleepwalking or under a spell. “Yes, that wouldn’t be fair.”
“You’re old enough to make your own decisions, Eric. And to learn to accept the consequences.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, you’re right, Grimsby.”
“Eric!”
The two of them turned to see the queen gesturing towards her son.
“Go,” Grimsby said, his heart sinking slightly in his chest. He knew what the queen would be giving him - he’d had one of the palace servants polish it earlier that day at her request.
But it was Eric’s decision now.
“Grims-”
“Go, Eric.”
~~~~~~~~~
The walk back to the palace was eerily silent, the crashing waves the only sounds filling the air.
Grimsby glanced over at the prince, dripping from head-to-toe, his clothing torn to shreds and clinging to his wet skin. The queen and the rest of the staff were several feet ahead of them, the two men bringing up the rear back to land.
Back to safety.
“Eric-”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Grimsby.”
“She was real, Eric.”
The prince stayed silent for a few seconds before stopping mid-step. He lowered himself to the ground, balancing himself against a large rock as Grimsby took a seat next to him.
Eric’s gaze stayed focused on the horizon, watching the colors of the sunset reflect off the ocean intently, as if Ariel might reappear if he looked hard enough.
“I’ve been a fool, Grimsby.”
“No, no. What you felt for her was very real, your mother was right about that. You would be a fool to deny the connection you felt between you two.”
Eric sighed, taking a small pebble from next to him and throwing it into the ocean.
“She really saw me, Grimsby. Like no one ever has. Not to mention that she’d been the one to save my life in the first place.”
“I understand.”
His heart ached for the prince - just as the oceans had spared his life, they’d also torn Ariel away from him, their two homes at odds with each other forever. Eric had always been stubborn - but now, he seemed completely deflated.
“I loved her, Grimsby,” Eric murmured under his breath. “I do love her.”
He stared out into the ocean one more time, before standing back up, reaching a hand out to help Grimsby onto his feet.
Grimsby noticed the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall.
“And now she’s gone.”
~~~~~~~~~
“Eric! Eric!”
Grimsby clutched his side, a cramp near his ribcage causing him to wince.
Certainly, he was getting too old for this.
“Grimsby!” He heard Eric’s familiar laugh as the prince opened his bedroom door, allowing him to enter.
Eric was already dressed for the big day, his curls neat and clothes pressed. “You’re going to kill yourself one day, old man, chasing after me.”
“I’ve done it for twenty-one years already, Sire, I’m sure I’ll last at least a few more.”
“Did you need something? The wedding’s supposed to begin in less than an hour.”
Grimsby nodded, reaching into the hidden pocket of his jacket as he took out a compass, slightly worn from age, though the mother-of-pearl and gold fixtures still shone brilliantly in the light.
He straightened up as he placed the compass in Eric’s hands, the prince’s blue eyes looking curiously at him.
“This,” he said. “This was your father’s. Many years ago. I thought it would serve useful on your voyage with Ariel.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t find anything larger, but I imagined you two have already been showered enough by the court.”
“Grimsby, it’s perfect,” Eric’s eyes shone brilliantly. “Than-”
“Oh, no need to thank me,” he replied quickly, hoping to clear his throat of anything too sentimental. “It was your father’s, after all-”
His breath was knocked out of him as Eric pulled him into a tight hug.
“Thank you, Grimsby.”
“Sire-” the corners of his eyes began to prick.
“For leading me to Ariel.”
“I-”
“And for believing in me.”
Grimsby patted the prince’s back as the tears in his eyes finally spilled over.
The boy - the child on the waves - had finally grown up, into a man that Grimsby couldn’t have even pictured. He imagined he had Ariel to thank for that, the silent red-headed girl who’d shone a brilliant light into the prince’s life, helped secure his destiny, allowed him to find his place in the world.
“Always, Eric.”
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Hi can you do a headcanon of what dating jonah would be like?
And could you also include the NSFW section as well?
If you can't, I totally understand!
Thank you!
DATING JONAH HAUER KING
I imagine his love languages being words of affirmation and gift giving. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he loves physical affection too but words of affirmation and gift giving are his top two in my opinion. He feels like they better express how much he cares about you and vice-versa.
Not afraid to show you off in front of his friends or family. Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist or shoulder.
Likes watching you do skincare (and makeup if you're into that). Would definitely want to join your skincare routine and would let you do his makeup.
Constantly texts you throughout the day. Whether he's sending you memes or asking for updates about your text, there's never going to be a day when he doesn't contact you.
Likes doing domestic things with you like cleaning, baking, watching corny hallmark movies etc.
Buys the two of you matching outfits, thinks it's a cute and quiet way to claim each other.
Compliments you all the time, and he's very genuine and gives great compliments.
Showers you with affection from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. Kisses every inch of your skin, no where is unattended. When he comes home he welcomes you with a big hug and kiss.
Gives the best hugs. Extremely soft and comforting. Keep in mind he's 6'2, If you're shorter than 5'8 he most likely bends down to hug you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.
Loves stealing things from set and bringing them to you. "It reminded me of you" he would say in his defense.
Is great at cheering you up. Gives the best comfort. if you don't want to talk about it, he's happy to just play with your hair and cuddle you until you feel better.
Super romantic. Writes you love letters and buys you flowers just cause.
Strokes your hair and sings to you when you have trouble sleeping
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
I imagine him as a Soft!Dom but could definitely see him being a little submissive and needy.
I see him as being into recording. Likes to keep them for when he's away and is missing you.
Aftercare is super important to him. He is more than willing to order you food, bathe you, wash your hair, put on a movie and cuddle etc.
He gets a little rough when he's jealous but would never go too far and hurt you.
Takes his time, doesn't feel a need to rush. Not really into quickies unless he's really desperate. Slow strokes, he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.
Eye contact. That man will hypnotize you. Looks directly into your eyes as he thrusts in and out of you.
Marks you up and he likes to be marked up. Loves leaving hickies all over you. Really likes it when you scratch his back and leave marks from your nails.
Could see him being into handcuffs and blindfolds. Handcuffing you so that you can't touch him and blindfolding you to increase your anticipation, never knowing his next move.
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I know Leo said that he didn’t need to see the ring, but could we maybe get a little ficlet about the morning afterward where he sees it?
Alright just a teeny tiny ficlet of the morning after!
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Leo woke up with Jonah speaking French.
He had a headache from the emotional roller coaster that was the night before and quickly realized he had slept past his alarm, judging by how much sunlight was filtering through their sheer curtains - they had forgotten to pull the black-out curtains.
Jon's hand was in the middle of his back and Leo sighed, snuggling up more, his cheek resting on Jonah's lower belly as he heard the other man continue to speak in a low, calm voice.
A chuckle.
Jackie's voice answering, always so smooth and calm, with that little vocal fry she had thanks to smoking most of her life. Then Angie, in rapid fire French, her voice much louder than everyone else's.
Leo smiled, opening his eyes and stretching. He rolled slightly on the bed, forcefully removing his head from Jonah's tummy - it was gurgling pleasantly and Leo nearly fell right back asleep - and staring at the ceiling for a second.
He was engaged.
"Mum, stop," Jonah switched to English, realizing Leo was up and the blonde turned his head, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.
Jon hadn't bothered to look put together to break the news to his family, which was adorable in Leo's opinion. His mop of curls was going up, almost in a 70s style, and he was wearing the huge hoodie from Vince still.
"Leo's up," he said and Leo frowned, not wanting Jackie to see him with his just-woke-up face, but Jonah didn't seem to care. He turned the phone around and Leo opened a sleepy smile to the two women on the screen.
Jackie occupied the upper half of it, she was home and it seemed to be night for her already. She was in a huge kitchen that made Leo want to inspect closer, moving around in a long gown as if she was shooting an ad.
Angelina was in the bottom half, in just gym clothes and where Leo easily recognized was the gym of her own house. At least Angie looked normal, he thought, waving to the girl, only for her to let out a squeal.
"Leo let me see the ring!" She leaped forward, gluing herself to the phone and Leo let out a chuckle, turning his hand so she could see it. In fact, he hadn't had the chance to really look at the ring yet.
Angie let out a string of "awww" and "ooh", while Jackie crossed the kitchen so she could inspect it better. She raised her eyebrows, "Jonah should've gotten you a bigger rock, sweetheart."
"No, I like it," Angie pouted, "it's classic and beautiful. Did you like it, Leo?"
"I love it," he said truthfully, even if he had properly looked at it yet. Jonah snorted at that, handing him the phone and getting up from the bed with a stumble, causing Leo to look up, worried the vertigo hadn't fully vanished.
"I'm fine," Jon mouthed to him, swaying to the bathroom and Leo scooted up on the bed, grinning as he heard Angie say she was so excited for him to become a part of the family.
"We're gonna have to meet to plan this party," Jackie told him, "You and Jon need to come here, Matteo has asked non stop and that was before you two got engaged."
"We will," Leo promised, while mentally cringing as he imagined what Jackie had in mind as a wedding party. That would be a whole quest on its own, "Angie, you're still coming over next month?"
"Wouldn't miss it," she opened a gummy smile, whole face lighting up. They chatted for a couple more minutes, before eventually hanging up, Leo blushing as Jackie called him mon cher.
He put down the phone, then looked at his hand, feeling his heart speed up. It was a beautiful ring, the diamond not too large, but not so tiny it was just a dot and most importantly... It just fit him. The type of ring Leo had no intentions of removing, ever.
He let out a dreamy sigh and then smiled as Jon walked back in the room, now without the hoodie and smelling like toothpaste as he crawled on the bed.
"I'm engaged," Leo whispered, when Jonah draped himself over him, wordlessly.
"Yeah?" Jon yawned, resting his chin on Leo's shoulder and looking at the ring, "still a yes?"
"Still a yes," Leo turned his head to kiss him, bringing up his hand to cup Jonah's cheek and then grinning as he saw his ring pressed to his fiance's cheek, "definitely a yes."
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Back to You
Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader
Warnings: Sexual situation, tension, not proof read
Chapter 9
I'm getting better at reading Jonah's facial expressions, but the one he has on his face when he turns around is hard to read. He thanks the man that knocked on our door and slowly shuts it. He stays turned around for a few moments, a few too long because I'm automatically suspicious. Then he turns and I see his face. Maybe it' a mixture of anxiety, fear...disappointment? His eyes find mine.
"What's going on?" I ask, but it's so quiet, I'm not sure he can hear me.
He stares at me a moment longer and I not only see but feel his eyes on me. I watch them travel down my body, lingering on my chest, before they snap back up to mine. I pull my knees up to my chest because it's so fucking cold in here.
"Let's get you on the bed, y/n, you've been on the floor too long. It'll be warmer up there."
"Answer me," I say as he steps over to and grabs my hand. It takes nothing for him to pull me up. I was comfortable on the floor. "What's going on? What did that guy say?"
"Who Harold?"
"I guess? What did he say?" Jonah's pulling me to the bed, but I yank my hand from his. "If this is going to work, we need communication. I'm not sure how things worked before-" I point to my head "-this, but I need you to talk to me."
Jonah smiles, "This? You're saying there's a 'this'?"
"Jonah," I warn.
"There's been quite a snowstorm apparently." Jonah walks over to the window and pulls down the blinds to peek through. "Shit. I can't even see the car."
I join him by the window and he's right. The ground is covered in white as far as the eye can see. "So, we can't leave," I finish for him.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
I turn to face him, but he's already beside me. I look up at him and I get that overwhelming urge again. The one my body...and maybe now my mind...can't seem to shake when I'm near him. "What are you apologizing for?"
"I wanted this to be special for you, even if you can't remember it. It's our anniversary tonight. I was hoping that maybe..."
"I know," I whisper back sympathetically.
"I miss you so much," Jonah says and my heart breaks for him. "And I know you're right here. And you are still the same beautiful, sweet girl I fell in love with but..."
"But I'm not," I finish for him again. God, I want to be. I snake my arms around his waist and pull myself into him. "I'm so sorry." His arms find their way around me and he holds me tightly. His body pressed against mine feels so amazing. My heart and stomach flip like they normally do when I'm falling for someone.
"What are you apologizing for?" He asks now.
It's still dark and the sun doesn't look like it'll be making an appearance today. I look up at him again. "I feel bad...I feel empty." I drop my grip from around Jonah's waist and I climb onto to the bed. It's not much warmer up here, but it's better than the floor. Jonah stands by the window still, looking over at me with his shoulder against the wall. He crosses his arms, and he's fucking beautiful there. It takes everything out of me not to beg him to crawl on top of me and fuck me until I remember him, but I can't. Not yet.
"You've nothing to feel bad about, y/n. None of this is your fault."
"I feel bad because there should be no questions. There shouldn't be any reason that I don't just listen to you talk about our past, nod my head and be your wife again. It just feels so empty without all those memories. It feels like I need to do it all over again."
Jonah nods and walks over to the bed; he sits on the side and the mattress dips with his weight. God, I want that weight on me.
"Then let's do it all over again."
"What?"
"Let's do it all over again. We've got the rest of the month until you make your decision on whether or not you want to go back to the States." Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that. "By the way when you have an update on that I'd love to hear it." He winks.
I roll my eyes, but don't say anything.
"But for now, I think we should focus on staying warm, hmm?"
By night fall I'm miserable. No matter what I do I can't get warm. The radiator in the room is frozen solid...with actual ice. There's no power, so no lights, but Harold was nice enough to bring us about 25 candles to light the room. Jonah left the room to request more blankets before we go to bed for the night, which leaves me alone and frozen.
A phone rings from across the room. Mine died a few hours ago and the room phone doesn't work, so it has to be Jonah's. I let it ring. On the sixth ring I realize it might not be a bad idea to answer it, maybe someone is looking for him or us and doesn't know we're stuck here. I hop off of the bed, but by the time I make it to Jonah's bag it stops. A second later a notification chimes. It's a voicemail from Jorge.
I open it and put the phone to my ear. Jorge is with Haven after all, I justify to myself.
Hey, fucker, It's Jorge. Just wondering when you're going to get arse over here. Or have you decided to keep her all to yourself? You know that's not fuckin' fair, mate. You know she should have a choice.
The message clicks shut and I'm more confused than ever. What the fuck does that even mean?
Jonah walks in and I don't even pretend that I wasn't on his phone. He looks over at the bed and doesn't see me and immediately scans the room. His eyes find my quickly. "Got the blankets," he says, not even caring that I have his phone.
"You got a phone call."
"Oh? Who was it? What'd they say?" Jonah asks as he's spreading out the blankets on the bed.
"It was Jorge. He left a voicemail."
Jonah spins around, worry etched into his face. "What did he have to say?"
I had him the phone and he listens to the voicemail.
"Did you listen to it?" He asks when it finishes playing.
"Yes." No point in lying.
"Y/n..."
"Jonah what is going on? 'Keeping her to yourself'? What am I some sort of game to you?"
"What? No! Let me explain."
"Just when I was starting to feel safe around you and trust and you and...fucking fall for you...Is this a game to you?"
"Y/n, please there's a logical explanation for it all! If you'd just let me-"
"No. I'm not interested in anything you have to say or your stupid little game you've got going on with Jorge. I'm going to bed. Please don't talk to me. Don't touch me."
I crawl into the bed because I'm damn sure not sleeping on the floor tonight. The blankets Jonah brought in offer little help, but it's better than nothing. I was really looking forward to cuddling against him, kissing him, touching him, but he ruined it. He ruined all the progress we made.
"Where do you want me to sleep?" He asks softly.
"I don't care."
He pulls a pillow from the bed, and a single blanket from the stack that he brought in and lays on the floor. I turn over, because if I look at him for even a second, I'll beg him to get on the bed with me. It's so fucking cold I almost ask him for my own selfishness. I curl my knees up to my chest and attempt to sleep.
I must doze off for at least a few hours because when I wake up the candles have burned out and I'm shivering something fierce. Jonah's up and he's looking outside. He turns and walks toward the bed...toward me. His hand goes to my face, and before I pull away, set on not having him touch me. He's scooting me over on the bed.
"Don't-"
"Y/n, you're ice cold. Your skin is frozen. Your teeth are chattering so badly, I'm shocked you haven't broken one. You can hate me if you want, shit you can get on a plane tomorrow and leave if that's what you want to do. But tonight, I'm getting in this bed with you and I'm keeping you warm."
I groan and scoot over. Before he crawls in, he slides his shirt off and his sweatpants. Before I have a chance to say anything at all he's on his side and he grabs me, pulling me so close to him I can feel every outline on his body.
"Before you say anything, you'll be warmer faster with the less clothes you have on."
I'd love to argue with his logic, but I'm immediately relaxed due to his warmth. Reluctantly, I drape my arm over his side. I hike my leg up over his and pull myself even closer.
"I'm still pissed at you...but god, you're so warm," I down right moan.
"Y/n..."
"What?"
"If you're not wanting to feel even more of me...you're going to have to stop that."
"Stop what?" I can't help it.
"...Moaning like that."
For a moment, I slip out of his grasp. He looks at me, puzzled, but when I peel off my shirt and my shorts, his eyes go wide.
"Y/n-"
"What?"
"You are killing me."
"You said we'd be even warmer with no clothes on."
"I know but I didn't think-"
I lay back into him and he puts his arms around me. One of my legs go between his so my panties are resting just on his leg, and his leg is pressing right up against me. He doesn't say anything else as I get comfortable. I hear him swallow. His fingers lightly tracing my back.
I let out a small moan again.
"Y/n..."
"Tell me what that voicemail was about."
"What?"
"The voicemail. You said there was an explanation. I'd like to hear it."
"Right now?"
"Yes, Jonah, right now."
He sighs, and scoots back a little so he can look at me. "You and Jorge had a...a fling once. It was before we were together. But, Jorge and I went to New York in 2015. That's where we met you and Haven. Funnily enough, you and Jorge hit it off immediately. You didn't care for me too much."
Wow. I'm stunned.
"The fling between you and Jorge...well that's all it was, was a fling. I'm not sure if you slept together, I never cared to ask, but he was still hung up on you and you didn't want to be with him anymore. The day before we left back to London, I asked you out to dinner, and you said yes...though at the time I think it was just to make Jorge jealous, but by the end of the night...you liked me." Jonah smiles and looks at me like I'm his most favorite memory. "We slept together that night...I missed my flight the next day and stayed two more weeks with you, which was just enough time for you to book a flight back with me. We haven't been apart since then."
I'm so pissed. So pissed that I can't remember any of that. He could be lying to my face for all I know, but he tells the story so seamlessly it has to be true.
"So," Jonah continues, "when Jorge found out you lost your memory...well, I guess he's using it as a means of getting you back."
I think back to when I found Jorge and Jonah whispering to each other in the library in Jonah's house.
"Which I mean...if you want to hang out with Jorge some to see if maybe you'd rather be with him then I guess I have to let you but-"
I cut him off. I'm such a fucking bitch, I can't believe this man even still loves me. I crash my lips into his and Jonah groans into my mouth. My tongue quickly finds his and they swirl against each other, fighting for dominance. Jonah wins, and that's fine. I want him to.
"I'm sorry," I whisper against his mouth when we break for air.
"Don't be," Jonah responds quickly pulling me back to his mouth.
I'm painfully aware of Jonah's thigh pressed against my pussy, and how wet he's making me. It's taking everything out of me not to use him for pleasure.
"Go on..." Jonah whispers, as if reading my mind.
"Wh-what?"
"I feel you, go on."
"I don't know-"
Jonah smirks at me, and it's so fucking hot I lean in to kiss him again. He kisses me back for just a second before speaking. "I know you want to make yourself feel good. I'm right here." He kisses me quickly. "Use me," he whispers.
"Jonah," I moan.
His lips go to my neck and he kisses me so gently it makes me weak. He slides a hand down my back, down my side and it lands on my hip. He moves it for me, and my wet center slides against his thigh. I moan softly. The friction from my panties partnered with his leg is just...heaven right now.
"Such a pretty sound..." Jonah whispers against my neck. "God I've missed that sound...do it again for me."
Shamelessly, I grind against his thigh and moan again for him. It feels so good. His voice...his praising. Good lord that alone might be enough to bring me to my knees for him.
"Good girl," Jonah purrs. "Such a good girl."
"Ahhh," I shudder.
"See that's another thing, darling," Jonah says before kissing me passionately. He breaks the kiss when he feels me shudder against his leg. I moan, softly but it's long and drawn out as I come against his leg. "I know everything that turns you on. All your tells, all your sounds. I know how to get you going without even trying."
I'm not cold anymore as I pull away from Jonah's thigh. I'm sweating.
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can you pls write jonah hauer king getting jealous of the chemistry between his girlfriend and her co-star?
Absolutely!! Thank you so much for your request! I really hope you enjoy reading this 💖
Jonah Hauer-King stood off to the side of the film set, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend (Y/N) who was engaged in a scene with her charismatic co-star, Alex. They had been cast as on-screen lovers, and their chemistry was undeniable. As he watched them interact, a twinge of jealousy began to stir within Jonah.
He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to consume him. Deep down, he knew that acting required the actors to create convincing connections, but seeing (Y/N) share intimate moments with someone else stirred a mix of insecurity and possessiveness within him.
With each take, their on-screen romance grew more convincing, and Jonah found himself growing more restless. The director praised their chemistry, unaware of the turmoil brewing within Jonah's heart. He felt a pang of guilt for doubting (Y/N)'s loyalty, but the green-eyed monster had a way of clouding his judgment.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Jonah discreetly made his way towards the set during a break. He found (Y/N) sitting alone, flipping through the pages of the script. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he approached her, his voice tinged with a hint of unease.
"(Y/N), can we talk for a moment?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and vulnerability.
(Y/N) looked up, sensing the tension in his voice. "Of course, Jonah. What's on your mind?"
He took a seat beside her, his gaze fixed on the floor for a moment before meeting her eyes. "I... I couldn't help but notice the chemistry between you and Alex," he admitted, his voice filled with a touch of insecurity.
A flicker of surprise crossed (Y/N)'s face, quickly followed by understanding. She reached out, gently placing her hand on Jonah's, offering reassurance. "Jonah, it's just acting. Our connection on-screen is a result of the characters we're portraying, nothing more," she explained, her voice soft and comforting.
Jonah nodded, but the unease still lingered. "I know, but... seeing you with him, even if it's just pretend, it makes me feel... I don't know, jealous," he confessed, his vulnerability laid bare.
(Y/N) leaned in closer, her eyes filled with understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way, Jonah, but please believe me when I say that you're the one who holds my heart. Our love extends beyond any role or performance. I chose you, and I will always choose you."
Her words resonated deep within Jonah, easing the knot of jealousy in his chest. He met her gaze, finding solace in the sincerity reflected in her eyes. In that moment, he knew he had let his insecurities get the best of him.
"I'm sorry for doubting us," Jonah whispered, his voice laced with regret. "You're right, our love is real, and I trust in what we have."
(Y/N) smiled, her hand gently squeezing his. "No need to apologize, Jonah. We all have moments of insecurity. What matters is that we communicate and reaffirm our love for each other."
As they embraced, the weight of Jonah's jealousy lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of trust and commitment. He realized that their love was stronger than any on-screen chemistry, and that together, they could navigate the challenges that came with their chosen professions.
From that moment on, Jonah made a conscious effort to support (Y/N) in her work, knowing that their love would always be the anchor that kept them grounded. They learned to separate fiction from reality, cherishing the genuine connection they shared, both on and off
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SUMMARY: what they say instead of i love you.
WARNINGS: none!! :D
COMMENTS: why is everything i write for the red army?! um easy answer dont answer that I KNOW WHY i love them and i dont know the black army that well at all ok THANK YOU BYE
lancelot says “why do you care about me?” to tell you that caring for him isn’t necessary, that he doesn't need to be held, that he can bear the weight of the world. he says it to you because he doesn’t want you to get involved. if you were to be hurt, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. he needs to be stronger, he needs to hold on, he needs to make things better for you.
jonah says “there aren’t enough strawberries on this!” because he wants you to have only the best of everything he can give. it’s a bit embarrassing to be pampered like this, and he knows you feel that way, but he can’t help himself. if you want to indulge in his favorite dish with him, it has to be perfect, just like you.
edgar says “let me hold you” because he still isn’t sure if he should. you’ve made it plenty clear that you still want to be with him, through thick and thin and anything that comes your way, but he has blood on his hands that he’ll never wash off. your acceptance, to him, is like saying “i love you too.”
zero says “please be safe” because he only ever wishes to see you smile. he knows it’s impossible to protect you from everything, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to try, from wanting to do his absolute best. he loves you so much, so very dearly, that he wants nothing but the best for you now and forever.
kyle says “take care of yourself.” he doesn’t say please because he isn’t asking, he’s demanding that you stay healthy and happy and safe, because he never wants to see you in his clinic unless it's for annual checkups. you’re the last person he wants to see suffering, the last he wants to see bleeding, the last he wants to see frowning.
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hi this is main for @jonah-hauer-kingofmyheart! I have a request for a best friends to lovers with Jonah where the two of you have been friends for a long time but then he starts catching feelings for you but you have a bf, and one day maybe at a party or smth, Jonah confesses to you and you realize you like him too but you also have to break up with ur bf?
sorry its so long aha 😅
of course! omg how have i never thought of this! thank you so so much for the request! <3
fuck it i love you. (inspired by the lana del rey song “fuck it i love you”!)
jonah hauer king x fem reader!
description - you and jonah have been friends since being casted in the same show together, and jonah starts catching feelings for you. you also realise that you do too. but you have a boyfriend… (thank you for the request by the way!)
you and jonah have been friends since.. forever? it’s been quite a while!
you are both actors, so you have to fit in the time to see him. that’s actually how you two met! you and jonah met on the set of a film that you were both casted in! the both of you were absolutely inseparable, your other co-stars would never see you two without each other. never.
it had been five years since that film had been released. you had other movies and tv shows that had been released over the five years since and so did jonah. but the two of you would meet when you could and would always keep in touch.
you always had a soft spot for jonah. he did too. you might have had a small crush on him whilst on set, but you would’ve thought he would’ve got a girlfriend by now.
seems you were wrong. you did though. you don’t know how you did and he didn’t, but that doesn’t matter.
you were invited to a party. not just any party. it was a reunion party for the five year anniversary of the film that you and jonah were in.
you decided to wear a red floral dress to the party, since it was summer, and you wanted to look nice for the occasion.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you walked in to the party venue, holding your clutch bag in your hand as you did so. you were offered a glass of champagne as you walked in, so you took it and continued to walk through the venue.
someone made a small tap on your shoulder, you turned around and it was your co-star anna, who also worked with you in the film. she embraced you in a large hug, you knew that hug. that was an anna hug.
as you were embraced in a hug from anna, you saw a familiar man standing, looking and beaming a smile at you.
it was jonah.
he saw you let go of anna’s hug, and started walking towards you. he met you half way of course.
you gave him a large hug, and you let him pick you up and spin you around, then placing you back down again.
you were so happy to see jonah. you have seen him since wrapping the film, but he was one of your closest friends! so you were always glad to see him!
“y/n!” jonah said, embracing you in another hug, “how are you? you look amazing!”
you smile at him, blushing a little. “thank you jonah! i have been great! what about you, mister?”
he looks at you, admiring you. “good. good! yeah, ive been great! you really do look amazing, y/n!” he tells you again, then you say, “stop it, stop it! don’t look at me! look at you!”, as you giggle along with him.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you, jonah and the rest of the cast sat in the venue just catching up and eating the buffet and the champagne or wine that was around.
“so? y/n! i heard you’re not single anymore?” your co-star anna asks you. you slightly flinch at this question, but you continue to be positive about it.
jonah glances at you as he was unaware of this, slightly shocked. “um.. yeah! ive been seeing this guy for a while.. he’s not an actor or anything but..” you mumble, “he’s sweet.. i guess!”
to be honest, you didn’t really feel that great in your relationship with your boyfriend anymore.. it didn’t feel as good as it was when you first got together.
your other co-stars didn’t really notice the difference in your voice about your relationship with your boyfriend. jonah did. he assumed that something was off about it.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you sat alone in the living room area of the party venue, sipping your glass of champagne. you had just sent a text message to your boyfriend.
that kind of text message.
you’ve ended things with him. he had started to not care for you as much as he used to almost a year and a half ago. but that didn’t matter to you anymore.
you had someone else on your mind. someone else you should’ve had on your mind years ago.
that guy was standing and gazing at you like a lost puppy at the doorframe near to where you were sitting, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
you caught him in the corner of your eye. “jonah!” you say, placing your free hand over your chest and made a shocked expression on your face, “oh my god! you scared me!”
he laughed, and put his hands up to apologise. “sorry! sorry, y/n!” he told you, sitting on the couch next to you, aiming to start a conversation with you, “you okay? you seem a little down.”
you looked at him. you didn’t want to tell him about the whole breaking up with your ex-boyfriend situation yet, so you lied. “yeah! im great! just taking in this beautiful night, that’s all!” you tell him, sipping on your glass of champagne again.
he looks at you, slightly unsure of what to say next. “i didnt know you had a boyfriend, y/n..” he asked you, trying to make conversation again. you don’t say anything of course. “you know.. back when we were filming, i kinda had a crush on you.”
you look at him. “really?” you asked him, a little shocked.
he nods. then you look at him. “what about now? you still love me, right?” you ask, now realising that you could’ve asked him that five years ago. but you thought why not?
jonah looks at you, now moving a little closer to you. “i do.” he tells you, and that’s all he says, until you decide to blurt out something that’s been waiting to be said for a while now.
“i love you too.” you blurt out infront of him. he sits looking at you, smiling a little. “but. but. you have a boyfriend, right? you said earlier?” he mumbles, slightly losing his words while he looks at you.
you smile. “just before you walked in, i ended things with him.” you say, now moving over to jonah, and placing your hands on his cheeks, the two of you now realising the tension between and how much you feel towards each other.
“he was no good for me, and i have felt things change between us, even since and during filming!” you say, thanking yourself for finally revealing how you feel, “and i just think.. i um..”
you were about to say something, and jonah takes your hands off his cheeks and puts his own on yours, now embracing you in a passionate kiss.
the two of you moved away from the kiss to find your co-star anna standing at the same doorframe that jonah was standing at a few mins ago. she smirked at you.
“i knew it.” she said, while sipping her champagne, clearly drunk from the slight slur of her words. she walked back into the garden and left you two to talk.
you and jonah laughed as anna walked away. “she’s drunk.” jonah tells you, still holding your cheeks.
you laugh at his words, “clearly!” you laugh, now moving your head to his, looking into his eyes.
“i love you, y/n..” jonah tells you, looking in to your eyes, “god.. should’ve done that a while ago…”
you laugh again, continuing to look at him, admiring him completely. “i know.. me too..” you tell him, “i love you too, jonah.. so much.”
you both continue to sit on the couch again in the living room of the party venue, now with your head on jonah’s shoulder, while he has his hand around your waist.
it felt perfect. one you both should’ve done five years ago, but it was perfect.
please don’t copy my work! <3
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— h4uerkings
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