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Hi, how are you? Could you make a request for Anthony Bridgerton 🙈 please.
I was thinking something along the lines of Penelope and Colin. When Colin says he would never court Penelope. But in this case Anthony tells Benedict that he would never court reader. And Benedict tells him that he will be the one to woo her. Sad ending or happy ending. I leave it in your hands 🤗✨.
Have a good week ✨ thank you.
i love this, and benedict bridgerton <3
nothing better
pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader, anthony bridgerton x fem!reader (platonic)
summary: benedict has loved you for so long, but he always assumed you’d want anthony and he wanted you. but when the opportunity presents itself to be with you he dives headfirst.
warnings: swearing, kisses??
a/n: hope you like itttt, it might be a little short but quality over quantity???: i love benedict ugh can’t wait for his season
the party was insufferable.
benedict wanted nothing more than to be at home, drawing, you specifically.
the day you learned of his talent you’d praised him every day for it. and you’d been pestering him for oh so long to draw your portrait but he always politely declined. believing a professional to be more accurate than himself but he honestly believed that he, nor any other, could incorporate all of your beauty in one sketch.
and he was scared of messing it up, and he also wondered what his brother would think.
anthony. smart, handsome, eligible, viscount anthony bridgerton.
the one you’d marry.
or so it seemed to everyone as the two of you danced hand in hand. everyone’s eyes were on the two of you as you practically glided across the floor. as the music slowed and the couples dispersed he found himself holding his breath as you came towards him.
“anthony is terrible to dance with, he keeps blaming me for stepping on his feet but he moves so slow at times, he’s always looking off into the distance.” you laughed as benedict smiled, “i promise you y/n, a dance with me will leave you more than well satisfied.” benedict teased as you gasped, “benedict bridgerton! the scandalous man you are.” as you laughed he couldn’t help but admire you. your hair was up with only two strands in the front, curled. a sweet tiara in the middle of your head, a gorgeous baby pink dress and and equally gorgeous owner.
“you look-”
“like a cake? a biscuit? a rose perhaps?” you joked.
“i was going to say breathtaking. you look, breathtaking, y/n. no one else here can compare.” he spoke in awe.
your eyes flickered to his, god he looked amazing. but he was probably only saying this to be nice right? his sisters friend, daphnes other half. nothing more, he grew up with you, saw you as a sister.
he wondered if you’d return the compliment, or thank him, or just smile and nod. god he said wanted more than a nod. you looked untouchable. and the way you looked at him, benedict was lost. not only in your eyes but in his head and heart. he sees you dance and talk to numerous respectable men every day. you smile and laugh, completely polite. but then you look at him, with those beautiful brown eyes and he looses all trains of thought. and as respectful as those other men are, he could never put himself in the same category as them.
because the thoughts that he didn’t loose, were truly inappropriate.
the heavy footsteps from behind you snapped the two of you out of the trance as anthony approached. “brother, lady y/n.” he smiled as you smiled back. “i’ll leave you two be.”
“are you alright brother?”
he didn’t mean to snap. the words just spilled out.
“are you going to court her or not?”
anthony’s brows furrowed as he was taken aback by his brothers direct manner, all sense of the usual playfulness was lost. “who? y/n? no of course not. i would never dream of courting y/n l/n. she’s like a sister to me.”
“then why do you dance with her so? take her out so often, promenade with her? for what? my god everyone thinks the two you are courting.” anthony released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
he’d only been having fun with a friend. it was so refreshing to be able to talk to someone who didn’t wonder what the viscount was up to, who he was with, when he was going to marry. y/n eased his tensions and she the best friend he’d never had, she made him feel like a young boy again, which anthony had all but forgotten the feeling of.
“benedict, it was not my intention this i promise you brother. i know how much you love and if i led you or anyone else to believe our relationship was anything besides familial love and companionship than i truly apologise. you need to let her know before it’s too late.”
benedict felt his heart lurch at the idea of finally being with you. and with anthony’s blessing and urging him along he was off to find you.
the air was cold, but anything was better than that stuffy ballroom inside. gods you couldn’t wait for the season to be over. it was only your first, same as the diamond of the season, also known as your best friend daphne bridgerton but all the cakes, gossip, drama and fake smiles? you’d had enough to last forever. the only problem with the season being over was that you’d most likely be travelling to your country estate. which meant that you’d be spending time with your extended family rather than the family besides your own that you wanted to be with.
the person you wanted to be with.
“y/n! there you are.” benedict shouted as he bent over, catching his breath. even slightly sweaty and disheveled benedict was a god in your eyes, no one inside could even come close.
“ben, come sit!” you patted the swing next to you as he gladly sat down, the air was a refreshing after the long night he’d had, and your smiling face was enough for his heart to race again.
“y/n, as much as i’d like to sit and swing with you i have to tell you something, it’s urgent.” he spoke softly. the moon was bright, the air cold and benedict had a soft glow of light on his right side. his voice could so easily lull you to sleep out here as it had done so many times before but his eyes were alert, so you smiled again and nodded, “continue.”
“y/n, i’ve known you for so long. and i’ve- i’ve never been able to tell you how i truly feel about you. i always thought anthony had your eye and”
“anthony?!” you screeched as benedict hushed you with a hand over your mouth. “sweetheart you can’t be so loud out here, wouldn’t want someone to come across us now would we?” he joked as his eyes crinkled at the edges, now there’s the benedict you knew. “ben, i’ve never had romantic feelings for anthony, hes always been a brother to me. besides i’ve had my eye on another bridgerton for a long time.”
“oh? and who could that be?” benedict was praying to every god he could conjure in his head. me. me. me. let it be me please.
“you.”
he couldn’t help himself as he kissed you, he’d waited far too long for it.
and it was so worth it.
everything he couldn’t even begin to express with words, he put into the kiss, your first of many. “i love you. i love you y/n l/n and i can only pray you love me a quarter as much. you are everything i’ve ever wanted, and i have you now. you were family before but now? youre officially a bridgerton, we should throw a parade.” benedict laughed as you smacked his arm, “finally! my plan to marry daphne has been thrown into motion!”
“excuse me?” daphne shouted as yourself and benedict leaned into eachother, laughing up a storm.
there was nothing that could compare to the man infront of you.
nothing better.
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E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ - Series - Part 8
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: Good fluffy super romantic chapter. We need some holy water before the next chapter, trust me
Notes: I appreciate you all for reading, for liking it and sharing it <3 Hope you have a good day!
WC: 5.5K
The invitations were sent as personal correspondence.
The License was issued with a Special Status according to the Crown and Chruch of England.
The Vicar was selected who sent the service beforehand.
Your dress was ready.
The time was set.
After a month of engagement and... seven years of knowing Benedict you thought it was overdue.
You left your spoon and wiped your mouth, the cream made your stomach warm and your eyelids heavy "May I be excused?"
"Not that quick" your Mother wiped her mouth "We are indeed grateful you will be married tomorrow"
Your father nodded "Always grateful, my darling"
"Tomorrow you embark on life's true meaning and..." she shrugged "I am content for it. If you don't mind, I would very much to be with you when you go to sleep"
Your eyes snapped at her delicate smile. The run by Benedict's house was long forgotten and still, you did not mind. This sudden request from your mother does not come often. He will understand, that you have quite long nights ahead only for the two of you.
You nodded and continued with your routine with your Mother by your side, and when you started to slumber she touched your cheek. You forgot until when she did it. Perhaps a final night as her girl is what both of you needed.
But the peace lasted hours because you were pulled from your bed with almost violence you growled. Like never before you were bathed in rose water no sooner than the early morning, your Mother was already clothed in a beautiful lilac gown and your ladies were rushed by her stubborn tone.
You stood there and waited to be clothed, the "tighter" from your Mother's voice appeared three times in the room. Your pearl and ivory dress was the most uncomfortable garment you have worn, still beautiful, irritating to your sides. The ceremony was the last of your worries, it was surviving the day with the fabric on your body.
Your face was naturally decorated, your cheeks were pinched and pigmented and your lips shared their tone. It was a bridal look indeed. The veil was placed last with a beautiful diamond tiara that hugged your frontal hairstyle.
You did not recognize yourself and you wondered how Benedict would react, your heart raced at the thought.
"Beautiful" your mother whispered, she took her own pearls and put them around her neck "Come on now, we will put your shoes before stepping outside" she ordered and left.
The drive was short, a few blocks away from the Chapel. The sides were adorned with white tulips and soft green stems. You walked down and your breath hitched at the sight.
Your father held your gloved arm and waited for a young parochial to give him the sign which no more than three minutes -or three hours you thought- is when your father started to move.
His arm squeezed you as his steps echoed with his cane, you took a deep breath when the light became stronger and the sound of a soft violin emerged. You could not imagine that the Bridgertons and the Ashbournes would be side by side not for any gathering but your wedding. Your eyes danced everywhere, you saw Mrs Bridgerton and Kate in a gentle embrace, Anthony nodding, Eloise and Francesca smiling, Gregory and Hyancinth peeking to the aisle where you were advancing.
The most handsome, tall, strong, gentle, passionate, caring man you had the pleasure to meet and the one who will share your life. He has shared his adventures, his anecdotes, his jokes, his love, lust and soul with you. Your best friend.
He smiled widely, his pristine teeth appeared and the dimples showed themselves. You smiled as well, his tailcoat navy blue and his waistcoat beautifully matched your pearl and ivory gown. A delicate flower by the much next to his shoulder and his hair precisely brushed back. How could you capture this moment? How can this live forever? Is there something that can froze this moment in time? You chuckled at the abrut thought.
When your father extended his arm with yours towards Benedict, he bowed in return and grabbed your hand with delicacy. He kissed your clothed fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
The Vicar cleared his throat "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation- "
You continued to listen, distantly of of course as you remember the first time you met.
*-*-*-* 1808
"Give me that!"
"No it's mine now"
"Girls"
"Mama, Eloise keeps taking my dolls"
"Eloise, stop hiding Francesca's dolls and better pay attention to your play date"
Your eyes peaked from the newspaper once discarded by the table "It's alright, Mrs Bridgerton. I expected a house with sisters to be like this"
"Funny" Eloise threw her hair out of her face and landed next to you "but being an only child and a daughter sounds.... fascinating!" she yelled back at Francesca who stuck her tongue at her "But well, it is not that bad, I do share my life with men..." she frowned "now that I think about it... it is bad"
"Men who are never here" Violet sighed and kindly handed you and Eloise plates "Now eat some before you start your lessons. Y/N you must thank your mother for me for bringing your governess for the day"
"Of course, Mrs Bridgerton, I am always happy to share lessons when Eloise's governess is... indisposed?"
"more like vexed with me for the thousandth time" she snickered "Eating that?"
You offered the tart to her as your ears pierced to the sound of steps. Your head looked up to see Colin extending his arms and the other two men behind him.
"Oh my sons"
"Brothers!" Eloise and Francesca said in sync.
You waited for their affectionate greetings, Eloise did the honour of presenting you with Colin who was away at Eton most of the time but you knew him because of recent gatherings, then Anthony who gallantly bowed and kissed your hand and quickly complimented your strength for dealing with the young sisters and finally Benedict who dressed as his other brothers smiled to you and bowed as well. His face was screaming Bridgerton all over. His chestnut hair, the cheekbones and chin and the kind eyes which you suppose are given by the late Lord Bridgerton.
"Miss Ashbourne. A pleasure"
"Indeed. All good at Cambridge?"
He frowned "You know I go there?"
"Your Mother said it today, congratulations on the graduation"
"Oh that is kind of you, thanks"
"Literature?" you questioned
"Among others, but my favourite was art"
"Art?"
"Underestimated subject and an elective which puts the argument more in my favour"
"I wish I could go there for a day" you noted
"Is that so?"
"A problematic statement on my part?"
"No, not at all"
"Perhaps if I wear some breeches and a tailcoat" you snorted and bit your tongue quickly "Forgive me, I must join Eloise we have a lesson together"
"Has her governess quit already?"
"I believe she still works but decided to be indisposed for a week"
"Oh Lord"
"Did you call me"? Anthony peaked his head from a corner
"No, I was using the Lord's name in vain"
"Oh alright"
Benedict nodded and saw your embroidery hanging from your hand "If you go to Cambridge you will be given a tour and not a lesson as I think you would like”
"I'm well aware"
"But I do have my books. If you wish to read them"
"Oh I would be delighted"
"You can pick a few and borrow them if you wish. I'll be here for a week and then I'll go to my lodging"
"Any chance you got Science?"
"I got all subjects... I'll leave them downstairs. I must go and refresh myself and please, feel free to grab more than one" he repeated
*-*-*-*
"....I require and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgement when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you knows any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it"
Silence. Thank God.
The Vicar nodded "Now, I must say onto the man" he stared at Benedict "Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"
Benedict looked over at you and nodded in your direction "I will"
"And wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"
Obey him. You saw Benedict's blue eyes, he winked so slowly as he read your mind. Obey him... perhaps for other things.
"I will" you responded
"Then please" he directed his stare at Benedict who nodded
His beautiful hand took your right one and he took off your long ivory glove, not so gallantly he threw it over his shoulder and left it there hanging. He snorted. "I take thee Y/N to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish... to obey" he smiled "Even after death do us apart"
You felt constricted by the lack of air. You forgot how to breathe for all his troth. You stared back at the Vicar who directed your right hand. You grabbed his right hand and nodded at yourself for reassurance.
"I take thee, Benedict, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey" you smiled wider "Even after death do us apart"
Benedict felt the weight of the words while your eyes shone with the intensity of the day. It is happening the moment he thought it was never going to transpire.
*-*-*-* 1812
Benedict saw how you glared at the tulips in front of you. What were you staring at? Is the colour horrid? Is the smell not like you imagined? Why women are always looking for some reason to dislike things?
"Is something the matter?"
He saw how you blinked at him "Pardon?"
"You are killing me with your eyes, what have I done?"
He parted his lips and felt the unfairness of his actions upon someone like you "Forgive me, it was not intentioned for you"
"To whom then?"
"Women"
You crinkled your nose "Non taken"
"I did not mean that"
"The fact my hems are still up" You showed your ankles "Is making you say that but when I debut you can consider me part of the ton you much dislike"
"I don't dislike women. On the contrary"
"Hmmm" You touched the petals and looked at your thumb "Then what is the matter?"
"Nothing" he lied thinking about the woman he tried and failed to reach "What is the matter with you and Tulips?"
"I am trying to get their pigments"
"Again" he laughed "every season is the same, we come here and you are off to the tulips, leave them be, woman"
"I thought I was not a woman" You stared at him and then kept touching the petals "I am constant and you shall learn from me"
"Constant?"
"I keep trying every year no matter how some people" you glared at him "Look at me"
"Are you saying I must be constant with women?"
you blushed "I have no good opinion about courting"
"Why?"
"I am eighteen, Benedict"
"Clearly more mature than I am" he sighed and leaned next to you and whispered, "You have read countless books, of all matters have you not?"
"Fantasy some of them"
"And what did they say? About courting?" he saw your cheeks turning red and smiled "Feel comfortable telling me"
You had the spark of the idea but couldn't express it with the book's content so you shrugged "You have been courting this lady for a while and still no progress. What does that say?"
"That I must be better"
"No" you snorted "Evidently she is not worth the time and effort"
"Harsh?"
"I told you, I haven't developed my tact"
"I think you are perfect" he looked to the pond and then to the tulips "Do you always try first with the red ones?"
"No, I move to the next colour"
He smiled and grinned at you "I see what you did there"
You giggled and took a white tulip, snatched it from the stem and gave it to him "Sometimes there are tulips that smell better than others. Is just a matter of observing"
*-*-*-*
Benedict's fingers gently touched yours as he took the ring from the vicar's hand and slowly placed it on your ring finger.
"With this Ring I thee wed, with my Body I thee worship, and with all my worldly Goods I thee endow: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost."
"For as much as Benedict Bridgerton and Y/N Ashbourne have consented together in holy wedlock. I pronounce that they be Man and Wife together."
Benedict's breath hitched, his eyes locked on yours. His thumb caressed your ring and his eyes darted down to your lips. He has a new wife and the urge to kiss her is not new but old as wine that has grown from many years ago. He leaned closer and saw you doing the same. The anticipation was making you want to laugh, or cry, or do anything.
The Vicar's voice stopped everything "God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favour. Go ahead, son"
You laughed and felt his lips on yours. Soft and sweet, gentle and strong, passionate and tender. You wanted more, so much more but the church erupted in a cacophony of sounds. Benedict kept his lips on yours for a single moment until both of you broke it and saw your family chirping and clapping. You felt your cheeks hurting with the smile and looked over to Benedict's side. The Bridgertons were loud, and the Ashbournes were a bit more restrained, still, everything felt right.
You signed the registry with your Maiden name and you left with all the ton for the celebratory meal that was held in your extensive garden. The sun proved content of your endeavour of the day.
"Do you think I can take this?" you asked Benedict who closed the carriage door where you to where been transported
"It is not our honeymoon yet, love"
"Ha" you squirmed "I was agonizing a bit there"
"Lovely to hear so"
"Nooooo" you tried to kick him with your foot but couldn't "It is tight"
"I know" he chuckled
"And it is itchy"
He drew his brows together "What are you talking about?"
"What are you talking about?" you asked in return and saw him stretching -or trying to- his legs "oh" you giggled and turned pink "Our ceremony gave you that much pleasure?"
"Blame me if you want" he kicked your dress "What is itchy?"
"The dress"
"Ah. I believe you can change"
"No you can't," you mother said once you arrived at the party "Everyone must see the best things you have to wear"
"Is this the best?" you asked her "I thought I told Madame Delacroix to use silk and not whatever this is"
"I changed orders"
"B-"
"Here come the Fifes, smile"
What a party you thought. You were bowing like a mad woman in hysteria and still, you could not take a piece of that cake covered in buttercream. An hour later you were finally joined by Benedict who was walking around respectively with his mother.
"I want to leave" he professed
"Not yet, I need cake"
"And we shall dance too, open the dance floor”
“I’m hungry”
“I drank only water today”
You arched a brow at him “Who are you?”
“A married man… Mrs Bridgerton”
The sole mention of your new name made your heart beat to its extreme, your core twitch and your mouth curve.
“Mrs Bridgerton” you repeated “Mrs Bridgerton is hungry”
“Mrs Bridgerton should wait because Lady Danbury is coming” he circled your arm and 30 minutes later you left the talk in order to dance with him.
You had to give it to you two that when social rules came into place you were loyal followers -pretenders-. You danced the opening waltz with pose and grace and then invited the rest to join. You danced with your father, with Anthony, Colin and Gregory and joined Penelope in a small corner only to catch up; weirdly Eloise did not join.
When your feet felt like fire, you were directed outside by your ladies. Your mother gave you a kiss on the cheek as a farewell and your father followed. You waved to everyone at the entrance and proceeded to enter the carriage decorated with tulips and garlands, Benedict was last giving a handshake to Anthony and kissing Violet's cheek.
"Pfffff" he sighed as his body landed in front of you "How about that?"
"I didn't know weddings were like this?"
"Regretting it?"
"Not a second" You looked outside as everyone waved goodbye and so you waved for the last people to see "Still, I didn't get to e-" but you were cut with Benedict holding a plate full of cake slices "Cake"
"I know, I saw you" he chortled "You were getting annoyed for the lack of cake"
You shrugged "I'm hungry" and you took the plate "Thank you"
"Not a problem, just give me some"
Between eating the cake without cutlery and dampening your fingers in the buttercream you asked "So, what is the plan?"
"I thought you would tell me," he noticed your face and smiled "No, don't worry I managed it. Anthony helped me" he took a piece of cake and soughed at the taste "We will travel for the honeymoon"
"Where?"
Benedict smirked in silence "Somewhere"
"A honeymoon should not be a surprise"
"Let's make it a tradition then. Your Bridal travels will be satisfied, trust me"
"But now? Where are we heading?"
"Wiltshire"
"Oh, that is nice" you peeked outside the window, "I think we will reach there in no time"
"Hopeful as always"
"What is in Wiltshire?"
"My Cottage"
"I didn't know, what is it called?"
"My Cottage"
"I know it is yours, but what is the name?"
Benedict covered his lips and gulped a smile "My Cottage"
You opened your mouth to retaliate but then read his mischievous grin "Oh, oh! My Cottage"
"Yes"
"What a jest. I like it"
"But it is your cottage now so maybe we can change the name"
"Leave it like it is, I would love to have a conversation with someone about it and get amused with the name"
"That is why I married you" he brushed his lap "You had a good wedding?"
You looked at his blue eyes and widely smiled "Yes. My favourite part was the ceremony"
"Mine too. I never listen to the services but this one, I actually did"
"Lovely" you chuckled
"What?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you laughing at?"
"I don't know... everything? I can't believe I am married" you tilt your head "I do consider you my best friend"
"Am I?"
"And I remember your mother telling Daphne something about friendship and marriage, the same to Anthony as well so I do know we got this, husband"
Benedict felt a swollen sense of pride and love as you called him for the very first time like that, he pushed the rest of the cake towards you -and you welcomed it all- and observed you as your fingers dipped and grasped the moist cake and how you sighed with each bit.
"I love you" he said and your eyes darted towards him
"We-"
"I don't think I said it, have I?"
"I don't think I said it either" you admitted
"I love you" he nodded, his hand wiped his lips and he chuckled looking outside "I love you, why did I take so long to say it?"
"I don't kn-"
"Because I was a fool"
"Not a fo-"
"I was," he grabbed the plate "I should have said it sooner. And I don't know why I did not. It is a silly excuse but I am so scared of losing you that I was so cautious that I forgot to do the obvious. I love you, Y/N, I have loved you since the beginning"
You blushed and smiled "I know, and I have loved you for the same amount of time"
"Which makes us equal" he murmured and rapidly changed seats, he could not fathom why he should sit in front when he could sit next to you all the time "Hi"
"Hi"
"I can't believe you married me," he stated as his fingers found yours
"And I can't believe you married me," you said in a whisper and leaned forward to kiss him, the lack of cake does not compare to the lack of kisses you have received today, this has been the second one of the day of your wedding. You snorted in irony "The second kiss of the day"
"I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise"
What made him swell with pride too is that he knew how to make you flustered and it made you swell with... anxiety.
Fortunately, the drive was not a bad one at all and you welcomed the hours to talk about the wedding and what My Cottage looks like. The day was still shining with light, with the ceremony being held before noon (as stated by the Crown), the party took three or four hours and the drive was now minutes away according to Benedict.
You felt a pair of hands pushing you, then you felt your head falling backwards and the sensation of falling jolted yourself. You softly winced and heard the shushing coming from above, Benedict was carrying you outside the carriage, he smiled, effortlessly taking your body in his arms.
"Sorry about the head" he whispered "You snore beautifully"
"I do not snore" You tried to get out of his arms but he held you closely "You snore"
But he couldn't banter more with you, his face turned into happiness "Ah, Mr Crabtree, Mrs Crabtree"
"Hhhmm?" you felt your cheeks full of blood, the caretakers as Benedict previously told you and now they are meeting you in such a pose "Let me..."
But he didn't let you as he stopped and greeted them "It is nice to be here"
Mr Crabtree emitted a loud laugh at the bride in his arms "It is nicer to be witnesses of such an occasion, well hello Mrs Bridgerton"
You tried to fight one more time but he kept still "Mr Crabtree, such a pleasure. Forgive me, I am-"
"well introduced if you asked me. Come, let's meet Mrs Crabtree, sure this will bring memories"
"I hope it's not Benedict's first wedding"
Benedict pffff his face at you while Mr Crabtreet roared in laughter "certainly no, from what we know!"
"What a funny lot" Benedict rolled his eyes "Mrs Crabtreet"
The woman's cheeks flustered greatly at the sigh, the tray she was holding was left away from her as she extended her hands towards you and kissed both your cheeks "Welcome, welcome to My Cottage. Mr Bridgerton, Mrs Bridgerton... what a joyous occasion. May I offer you something?"
"Water please, we only had wedding cake for breakfast and lunch"
"Oh dear Lord, I'll fetch something. Mr Crabtreet would you-"
"Give a tour to the happy couple. I am on it"
"I think I can walk" you whispered to Benedict and he shook his head
"What?"
"Let me down"
"Uhmmm?"
"Fine, break your legs"
He smiled "Bets compliment for an artist"
You tried to listen intently to what Mr Crabtree was explaining. You took the tour seriously, from the newly painted faces by the garden, to the "bloody" attic and the silent studio and the other countless rooms within the Cottage... which was not a cottage but an elegant country house.
"Alright" Benedict grunted as he leaned to allow you to stand on your feet "Oh, my back"
"I told you"
"I'm fine"
You turned to Mr Crabtree "Thank you for the tour, I love this place, truly"
"Charming innit?" he laughed "I hope Mrs Crabtree has food ready, you two are pale"
"Come, the sun is setting"
Benedict guided you and he was right, the sun was going down and you followed him around the house to a door that led to a crystal clear room, the walls were covered in windows and you knew this one was a tea room. The small table was filled with food that was very well received. By your second bread with cured meats, your appetite was fulfilled.
"It is late, Mr and Mrs Bridgerton," said Mrs Crabtree with her voice and tray in her hand as she took the empty dishes "I'll show you your chambers"
"Thank you, Mrs Crabtree" Benedict handed you his arm, and as you walked around the staircase you grew -quite quickly- fond of the charming "Cottage". The interior was very well decorated, perhaps not the intricate golden rims the Bridgertons have nor the pastel tones your former house has. You peeked to your right as Mrs Crabtree opened two French doors by the end of the house.
"This is the main suite" she pointed "We haven't discussed where Mrs Bridgerton's chambers will be...?"
Benedict palmed your hand "Oh, in this house we shall only have one bedroom, Mrs Crabtree"
If your mother was present she would get a heart attack and yet Mrs Crabtree smiled and politely left saying she and Mr Crabtree would be by the kitchens.
You and Benedict entered the bedroom, and once again the view was stunning. You could not believe you would stay here, doesn't matter how many days. It was all so... new and overwhelming.
"What are you thinking?"
"Your Cottage is beautiful, when did you acquire it?"
He trailed to the couch by the end of the room "Not so long ago, I think it was after my trip to Italy... everyone there had dainty houses to live in"
"This is dainty?"
"Well, we are in England, I found what was available, you like it?"
"Uhum" you stared outside as the view kept growing bluish with twilight coming "I love it"
Benedict was looking at you and wondered why he was nervous. He was not nervous as he lay with other women and here he was, nervous and shaking like a young frail boy expecting to gain his usual strength to start whatever was supposed to start. Is this early? is this late? do you need the darkness to do it? Are you comfortable? Of course not, you have been complaining about the dress.
"You can change" he coughed and preferred to untie his boots "The dress, I touched it, is somehow itchy"
"Very itchy" you corrected and saw how he removed his boots "I was thinking if... perhaps... is best if we ring the start of our wedding night"
"You want to go to sleep already?" he joked
"I am not going to sleep," you said in a soft tone, Benedict looked up and saw the twinkle in your pupils "I want to ring the start of my wedding night"
His mouth went dry. "Are you nervous?" he asked and stood up
"Very"
"Why? I won't bite, I will be gentle" he lied, oh how he lied
"You have been" you nodded "I must thank you"
"For?"
"I was ill-prepared for this, but with your... expertise, I think I am more nervous because of the idea of doing it wholly"
"No, I thank you, Y/N. For allowing me to corrupt you just a bit"
You giggled "Corrupt me"
"For allowing me to see you before today. It might be not the ideal-"
"I was never one for that. I understand that now"
"Then you have to trust me," he said, his fingers tracing the collar of your dress, his digits lingering on your neck and your pulse. "For God's sake take that dress now"
"Help me then"
Benedict's eyes glazed and he smiled wickedly as his hands began to unbutton the back of your dress. It was a long process, the dress was well done and the buttons were small. The detail was noticed by him, he enjoyed the luxuries of the wrapper, like you said... unwrapping the candy he was about to let melt in his mouth gave him a rush of blood to his groin.
When the dress fell by your feet he took your corset's ribbons and untied it, each loop gave you more air to breathe and when the hard structure left your chest you sighed. You grabbed your petticoat and threw it over your head, Benedict helped you remove the rest.
"I see..." he murmured
You turned around as he pretended to be vexed, you looked down at your pantalettes "Oh... They dressed me"
"Pious"
"Hey"
"I thought I said no more pantalettes, wife"
"Sorry, but from tomorrow-"
He chortled and took a step towards you, his lips kissed your forehead, and then your cheeks "I am pulling your hair, my love. You wear what you want, one more piece of clothing for me to remove won't be a problem" but he pulled apart "Now before we do what we do, I must do something first"
He left the room leaving your chest bare with your stockings and pantalettes. You sat by the edge of the bed and waited for his return, when he did, he was holding something and he hid it behind his back.
"So, the thing is that... I am a man of details"
"I know"
He looked at your chest and took the pillow but he bed and softly gave it to you "Sorry, I must not be distracted for a minute or two"
You smiled hiding your breasts and gave him your full attention "What are you have there?"
"My wedding gift for you"
"Benedict"
"Don't protest"
"Fine, give me"
"It is unorthodox"
"I don't care"
He sat down and allowed his hand behind his back to show. The poetry book, the one you took from Lady Danbury's library.
"I asked you Lady to fetch it for me" he explained and opened it "A curious little book," he said, his fingers took what seemed a cotton cloth cut into the smallest square, a bookmark you thought "Read it all"
"Was it good?"
"Curious" he nodded "Although I found a good one by the end"
"You want to read it to me?"
"You know me well" he left the bookmark by the duvet and licked his lips "This one is called In Her Garden"
"Uhum"
"In her garden, where roses bloom so fair,
I tend with gentle hands, and loving care.
Each petal soft, a whisper of her grace,
In every flower, I see her radiant face.
The lilies pure, like her heart so true,
In every hue, I find my love for you.
The violets shy, beneath the morning dew,
Reflect my steadfast loyalty to you.
As daisies turn to meet the sun's embrace,
So do I seek the light upon your face.
Tulips bright, with colors bold and rare,
Their beauty simple, beyond compare.
So let this garden be a testament,
To love's sweet toil, and time well spent.
For in your service, my heart does sing,
Eternally yours, in every spring."
You were left agape. The poem was touching your soul so that you were sure that if the world ended right about now you will leave it happy in that corner of the bed with that small book by his hands.
"Benedict"
"Did you like it?"
You were tearing up. Your hands were trembling as they held the book and he could only watch you, a part of him wanted to apologize and another part was glad he did.
"So beautiful, it is perfect" You saw the inked words by the end of the book and frowned at the similarity with... "your handwriting" you murmured and opened your eyes in surprise "Did you write this?"
Benedict silently put the cotton fabric on top of the poem and opened the patch.
A dried white tulip.
You raised your eyes to him and understood that it was the tulips you casually gave to him once. You understood that it was not the book that concocted what has been growing between you two. It was always there. He was always there. And it's just beginning.
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feels like mine pt1
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Summary: You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: 18+ | mentions of death; slight gaslighting (?) [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: everything is not what it seems; twist at the end
Your eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness of your bedroom awash with the morning sun. Looks like Mother Nature chose to be a little too chipper this morning and tried to blind you with its rays shining straight into your room.
You rose from your bed, your hands flopping on to the ultra soft comforter that sunk beneath the pressure.
Weird, you thought to yourself. I don't remember checking in to a hotel, and God knows my bed isn't this soft. You slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and alarm bells immediately ringing loud in your head when you looked down at the pristine white sheets.
"This isn't my bed," you said aloud, hopping down from the mattress and assessing your body, ensuring that you were free to move and your limbs weren't tied down in some capacity keeping you captive in what would have been a bizarrely cozy looking prison. You assessed your clothes next; mainly to see if you were even wearing any, your brows shooting to your hairline when your hands touched a lush satiny fabric covering your curves. "These aren't my clothes."
You rushed over to a mirror situated on a door that you assumed was a closet, your confusion growing by the second when you saw that the reflection looking back at you was…yourself. Exactly as you were last night before you went to bed, only clad in a navy blue nightie that looked like it cost over a week's pay. And wearing a ring that probably cost your soul.
The items on the nightstand by the side of the bed you'd woken up on raised even more questions. A black leather-bound journal with a gold 'H' pressed on the spine, a fountain pen, a laptop, a tablet, and a Kindle Oasis. An almost exact match to the items on the nightstand that you knew by heart, but each item was a more luxurious variant. For one, you wouldn't in your right mind ever buy yourself a Kindle Oasis. Or an S.T. Duponte fountain pen.
On the opposite nightstand were a stack of papers bound together with brass fasteners and a pair of reading glasses with a grade that moderately blurred your vision when you held it close to your eyes. You decided against looking at the contents of the book-bound papers in case there was anything confidential you weren't meant to glimpse in its contents.
You checked on the door next, seeing if it was locked from the outside. It wasn't.
You stepped out of the bedroom, assessing your surroundings to find any semblance of information that would tell you where you were and why you were here, only to grumble out of sheer frustration, "This isn't my apartment." To start with, apartments didn't have stairs. And your place didn't have nearly this much windows.
"Did I…shift?" Your voice softly echoed off the walls, staring in disbelief at the framed picture before you. Your hair and makeup impeccably done, a flower tiara delicately put in place at the top of your head, clad in a downright whimsical wedding dress and smiling brilliantly at the groom whose back was turned to the camera, your only hint at who he was being broad shoulders and brown slightly curly hair.
The unmistakable sound of vegetables being cut led you down the stairs and into the kitchen, desperately hoping it would lead you to who your mystery husband was and maybe start making some sense of this downright crazy predicament.
But catching a glimpse of the well over 6-foot lean frame dressed a white button-down shirt tucked into black dress pants that put a way too familiar butt on proud display had you itching to wake up because this was most definitely a concerningly vivid dream.
That is definitely not my husband.
No way on God's green Earth were you married to Tom Hiddleston. This just went from bizarre to downright impossible.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted you in that low timbre that had your knees buckling, setting aside his task at hand and removing his apron before walking over to you.
"Hi…" you answered him, voice wavering. Before you could speak another word, he framed your face in his hands, thumbs softly running across your cheekbones, and then pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. "What're you--"
"We finished filming early," he answered, words murmured against your lips. "I caught an earlier flight so I could see you sooner. Oh I've missed you so much." He pressed his lips to yours again. "My darling wife."
Okay, I definitely shifted. This body you may have woken up in had your face, and probably your maiden name…but this wasn't your life. You were occupying space meant for someone else. Another Y/N.
"Tom, I think I have to--"
"Whatever it is can wait." He kissed you again, this time he pressed against you a little harder, your heart beating wildly in your chest when you felt a light, tentative lick to your bottom lip. "Just let me hold you a little while longer." He wrapped his arm around the small of your back, cradling your head with his other hand as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in contentment.
You knew you were seconds away from abandoning all your plans to try and get him to listen when he started pressing numerous open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your whole body growing weak when he started nipping and licking at the skin. "Please it's important. I don't think I'm supposed to be--"
The feel of him groaning into your skin made your knees give out, making him hold you tighter against him. He walked you backwards until your back pressed against the wall, your breathing labored as he kissed along the expanse of skin exposed to him by your negligee.
When his kisses started traveling south and he pressed his lips to the swell of your breast, you knew you had to get your words out before you gave in and let him have his way with you, however far that may be. "I'm not supposed to be here," you blurted out, pressing your palms to his shoulders and inwardly cursing at yourself for making him stop. "I know that I might sound like I'm not making any sense but…I think I shifted realities…? It's bizarre to me because I never actually succeeded until now but the point is--"
"Sweetheart, slow down." He began to rub his hands up and down your arms, calming you down some within seconds and once again making you question this reality. And how he knew what to do when you began to ramble and spiral in your own thoughts. "You say you're not supposed to be here. Where do you think you should be? Tell me what you know and perhaps I can help from there."
"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm a software engineer in the middle of a career shift. Last night I went to sleep in a one bedroom apartment in Anaheim. I was no one to you. At most a faceless name that sings your praises online. Definitely not…" You waved your hand in a sweeping gesture across your surroundings. "This," you finished, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when you caught sight of his expression, eyes shining with tears that were seconds away from falling down his cheeks.
"What a bleak life," he breathed out, pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulled you into an embrace. "I can't imagine having to live in a world where I didn't know you. Didn't love you." He kissed your temple. "Thank God it was just a dream."
"A dr--A dream?" you sputtered, confusion overcoming your thoughts. Surely it wasn't that simple. That easily explained. You could remember in vivid detail the code you worked on last night, the bumpy bus ride on the way back to your apartment. The last story you read written by your friends online before you finally laid your head on your pillow and succumbed to an exhausted slumber.
Something about Tom's character on The Hollow Crown and barn sex before he was to face off against the Dauphin of France.
"Yes, my love. Nothing but an awful vivid dream," he reassured you, soothing you with the low velvety tone of his voice, partnered with the kisses he was softly peppering all over your face before stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Your name is Y/N Hiddleston. We've been together for five years, and you gave me the unique honor of becoming your husband less than a year ago. You were a software engineer amidst a career change when I met you all those years ago, and you've come so far since then. You have amazed me at every turn, and it's been a privilege to witness all that you've done. And all that you will continue to do." He captured your lips in a tender kiss, making you melt into his arms as you crossed your hands behind his neck, allowing him to pull you closer. "You just need a few minutes to readjust after waking up. Everything will come back to you soon enough. And any details that don't return to you I'll happily fill those blanks in."
It was almost like the protests that remained in your mind got muffled at his assurances. He spoke about you with such conviction and fondness and love that it made it sound beyond reproach. All that remained was the faintest murmur of doubt that you quickly recognized as those few hours of disbelief you would go through after waking up from a particularly vivid dream, much like those ones you had back in college where you mourned the loss of your best friend and you internally panicked for hours until he walked into the classroom looking every bit as alive as he had the day before.
"Just a dream…" You tested the words on your tongue, the explanation steadily becoming more and more palatable than your initial theory of successfully shifting. Your eyes met Tom's again. "Sorry I…kinda freaked out back there--"
He pressed a delicate kiss to your lips to stop you. "There's no need for apologies, sweetheart. You were disoriented, and I'm grateful you confided in me that you were instead of holding it all in." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, the gesture bringing a smile to your face and causing a small giggle to escape your lips. "How about you head back upstairs and get ready for the day, and I'll finish whipping up breakfast?"
"That…sounds like a good idea," you agreed, unable to keep the smile off your face even as he kissed you again. "I'll go take a shower and then…I'll be back down here in twenty minutes?"
Tom loosened his hold on you, hands smoothing down your sides before he took a step back so you could make your way up the stairs. Before you passed him, he took your hand in his to call your attention again, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to each of your knuckles. "I love you," he whispered against your skin.
"I love you, too," you said back, biting your lip as you gave him a smile before heading back up the stairs, your doubts calmed and your panic from earlier subsiding, allowing you to simply look around the house and appreciate the beauty and joy that your life granted you in stark contrast to last night's dream.
Just as you stepped on to the top landing of the stairs, a flash of green glinted at the corner of Tom's eye, diverting his attention to the visitor in the kitchen.
"She is a perceptive one, your mortal," Loki mused, staring down at the ingredients on the cutting board. "A part of her recognizes that she is no longer within her universe. That part could linger…fester, even. Are you truly certain you wish to continue down this path? To risk her finding out the truth and resenting you from stealing her away from her life--"
"What's the alternative, then?" Tom snapped, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles were going white, hot tears finally falling from his eyes. "Go on the rest of my days without my wife? Let her go back to a world where she said it herself, she's no one to me?"
Loki let out a sigh, taking a few steps towards the door to the patio, the tension and frustration evident in his stance. "She did not deserve the life she was designed for, on that I do agree. But it will take time for her to fully acclimate to this new universe, if you truly wish to keep her here. And you must accept that no matter what you do, she may never fully fill the space that your late wife left behind."
Tom's eyes burned with more tears, indignation and grief making his heart ache even worse at the memory of you -- that is, the you that he lost not even three days ago. "I know that," he said through gritted teeth. "What of the people who heard news of her passing? The people on set who saw me when I got the call? They're going to ask her questions when they see her alive and well. Questions she won't be able to answer."
The god simply waved a hand dismissively. "Simple memory spell. Their recollection of events will simply be altered wherein they recall you receiving a call and you needed to leave and halt production to ensure her safety, not see to her funeral. Her record at the hospital has been expunged. Any and all evidence that suggests that the Y/N Hiddleston of his universe is no longer with us has ceased to exist."
"Thank you," he choked out, walking up to the god and extending a hand.
"Of course. You deserved not the life you'd planned with your wife taken so violently." Loki took your husband's hand in a firm shake. "Now, I know it may not be my place to tell you what you should be doing at this moment. But from where I stand, you have just been reunited with your wife. If you're open to suggestions, I would recommend putting the apron down, going upstairs, and simply enjoying the life that has been returned to you. Breakfast can wait."
With those words, Loki disappeared in a flash of green right as Tom turned around and headed up the stairs in your direction, heeding the god's advice.
A/N: Something tells me that when I told y'all there's a Centrum Ad Hiddles story coming your way, y'all probably didn't expect this…and to be honest I didn't think I was even gonna make a Centrum Ad Hiddles story, let alone one that took this direction. 😳👀 I hope you like it though, slightly dark twist and all 😅💖
‘everything’ taglist:
@simplyholl @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokidokieokie @superficialdomina @anukulee @kmc1989
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@spooky1980
#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston x female reader#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston imagine#muddyorbs writes
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Your Daughter
Bucky x single mom reader
Imagine Bucky meeting your four year old daughter for the first time. He’s nervous as hell but excited nonetheless. He’s heard so much about her and seen so many pictures. He knows this is a big step for both of you, especially because you’ve never let any of your dates meet her before. No one had come even close.
Except for Bucky.
Bucky was special. Someone you could trust Someone you could see a future with. Someone you absolutely loved.
Still, your daughter came first and you wanted to know how she’d feel before things when any further. Bucky was more than understanding, letting you take things at your own pace.
You decide on a simple outing. Ice cream and then a movie at home.
Bucky has always been a gentleman to you. He’s going to be just the same to your princess as well.
He spends hours looking for the perfect outfit, not wanting to look like someone who hobbled off the street, most of his clothes having some type of rip or tear given his line of work. He buys a new shirt and gets a haircut, wanting to make sure he makes a good first impression on your babygirl.
He shows up with flowers for the both of you. A large bouquet for you and a sweet arrangement for her with pink and yellow baby roses.
“Are these for me?” She looks at the super soldier with heart eyes, already excited to spend the day with him. He knew she’d be small but he didn’t realize just how little she’d be. A precious baby that looked just like her mama, his favorite person the world. He’s just as smitten as she is, already seeing a family unfold with you but he knows not to get ahead of himself.
“Of course, sweetheart” He smiles, melting as she grabs his metal arm, dragging him into the house so he can join her tea party.
“Look everyone, Prince Charming is here!” She plops a tiny tiara on his head for a crown and proceeds to pour him some juice in a tiny tea cup, serving the rest of her bears and dolls immediately after. You never actually end up going out for ice cream because your daughter had no interest in leaving her tea party with the special guest of honor present.
By the time night rolled around and the movie was finished, your little one was nuzzled into between the both of you, sleepily rubbing her eyes when she felt Bucky stir as he got up to leave. She tugged at his metal arm once again, looking up at him with doe eyes,
“Come back again pease!!”
You couldn't help but smile at the way your daughter clings onto him, Bucky equally in love with the way she fit in his arms as he said goodnight. You tuck her into bed soon after, all the antics for the day tiring her out more than usual. You give her a quick peck, turning the light off before going to bed.
“Mommy?”
“Yes bubba”
“Will Prince Charming be back?”
You giggled at her hopeful little voice, mischievously fidgeting with her blanket.
“Do you want him to come back?”
“I like him” She nodded with a sleepy smile.
“Me too baby, me too”
#bucky x single mom reader#bucky fluff#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f reader#marvel fluff#avengers fluff#bucky drabble#bucky imagine#bucky fanfic#bucky fan fiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#James Buchanan Bucky Barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes
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Flower themed Sonic pairings [part 2 of 2]
Porker Lewis x Johnny Lightfoot (Sonic the Comic) - Anemone
Infinite/Zero the Jackal x Mephiles - Hydrangea
Jewel the Beetle x Tiara Boobowski - Azalea
Blaze the Cat x Sticks the Badger - Sunflower
Miles "Tails" Prower x Kitsunami - Nemophila
Sonic the Hedgehog x Amy Rose - Wild Rose
Flower meanings in the alt text
Part 1 here
#again most of these were suggested to me. but a lot more of these are my own personal ships lol#sonamy#bugbowski#kittails#blazticks#infinite x mephiles#porker x johnny#my art#flowers
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A 19th Century Pearl Parure
A 19th century parure comprising a tiara, a necklace, a brooch and a pair of earrings in a fitted case
gold and silver set with pearls and rose-cut diamonds, height tiara ca 25 - 35 mm, total weight 56 g (the comb is missing), width necklace ca 5 - 13 mm, length with clasp ca 44.5 cm, dimensions brooch 25 X 60 mm, total weight 22 g, dimensions earrings 12 X 35 mm, total weight 7 g. The tiara and brooch with French hallmark Paris 1809 or later, the earring hook with a French hallmark in use between 1819 - 1838.
Provenance
Johanna Kempe (1818-1909) who got it from her mother Friederika Wallis. Thence by descent in the family.
Bukowskis
#parure#set#jewelry set#jewelry collection#tiara#tiaras#diadem#diadems#necklace#brooch#earring#earrings#diamond#diamonds#pearls#pearl#silver#Bukowski's#tiara crown#tiaras crowns#tiarascrowns#tiaracrown
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The Wales Family in 2023 ♛
So, coronations are less fun than I thought they'd be. Despite that, the coronation gave me some incredibly fun moments, from the Wales family volunteering together to the walkabout on The Mall, from seeing various royal families interacting (including besties Kate and Felipe!) to seeing the Princess of Wales on coronation day itself! In fact, we saw a lot of royal family interaction this year - William and Catherine travelled to Jordan for the wedding of Crown Prince Hussein to Rajwa al Saif, they hosted both the Crown Princely couple of Norway and the Crown Princess couple of Sweden at Windsor Castle, and long-time best buds Catherine and Felipe reunited at the Wimbledon Gentleman's Finals. Sport was another highlight of the year, with the Wales family attending rugby matches (x, x, x), tennis tournaments (x, x, x) and even appearing on a sporting podcast! Both William and Catherine gained several military positions during the year (x, x, x) and have had a go at driving armoured tanks. As well as working with their patronages, William and Catherine have been able to support their own interests. William has continued to promote the Earthshot Prize, and also started Homewards, an anti-homelessness initiative. Catherine, meanwhile, launched the next phase of her early years work with Shaping Us. And in a twist expected by no one, the Princess of Wales finally debuted the Strathmore Rose Tiara. On a personal level, William and Catherine gained a new nephew - little Inigo Middleton - as James and Alizee Middleton welcomed their first child. Next year, I am asking anyone who is listening for a week-long tour (or two!) because they have been sorely lacking this year! If not, I'd love to see William and Catherine continue to flourish in their new roles as Prince and Princess of Wales.
#mine#royaltyedit#yearreview#cambridge family#kate#will#george#charlotte#louis#shaping us: campaign launch#hmm meeting 23#the coronation of king charles iii#coronation volunteering#eurovision23#hussein and rajwa#ey symposium 23#christmas carol concert 23
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DANCING WITH MYSELF
— PART EIGHT
summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend.
❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
❖ word count: 5,641
❖ genre: fluff with some angst
❖ series status: complete
❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music
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Back in the dance hall, Chrissy Cunningham was sitting alone at the table and picking teal nail polish off her fingernails while “True” by Spandau Ballet floated dreamily down from the speakers.
… except it wasn’t a dream anymore, was it?
Chrissy had been shaken awake and now she was seeing her world with brand new eyes, and she didn’t like what she saw, not at all. She was disenchanted by it. Disgusted by it. She wanted to tear it all down and burn it to the ground. Those vines crawling up the pillar? Nothing but cheap polyester leaves on wire stems. How could she ever think they were real? They were as fake as the roses on her table. As fake as the rhinestone tiara that would eventually sit on her head. And Chrissy would stand on that stage in the middle of this pretty plastic world, and she would smile her fake smile and wave at a crowd of happy faces, and she would wonder if any of them actually saw her.
Saw her like you did.
We should’ve just stayed home, Chrissy thought with a forlorn smile. We could’ve been sitting on the couch and watching Pretty in Pink right now. I’d have to keep rewinding all my favorite parts because you think your commentary’s more entertaining than the actual movie. And you know what? It is. And you’re right, Blane is boringly perfect, and Andie really should’ve chosen Duckie at the end. But nobody appreciates Duckie, do they? I wonder why that is…
I’m sorry… If I smiled at him too much or looked at him too much, I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t realize I was doing it. Chrissy sniffed as a tear fell onto her dress, darkening the fabric. I bet he doesn’t even really like me, anyway. He probably just likes my face and my smile, like everyone else, and he has no idea the only reason I smile so much is because I have someone like you making me laugh all the time.
Chrissy wiped away another tear as Jason Carver appeared before her with his jacket unbuttoned, bowtie undone and hanging loose around his white collar.
“Hey,” he said in a quiet voice, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his front pockets.
“Hi,” Chrissy said back, unable to fully meet his gaze. It hurt too much to look at him right now.
“Why’d you do it?” she asked after a while.
Jason let out a long sigh. “I don’t know… I just wanted everyone to have a good time. I wanted us to have a good time. I wanted her to have a good time. And I thought she would with Chance; I really thought she would… but he’s an asshole, and so am I. I didn’t think it through, Chris. I didn’t take her feelings into consideration. She’s right, I was being selfish. I just wanted tonight to be perfect.”
Chrissy looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “So did I.”
Jason felt his heart break, seeing her like that. He knelt down in front of her and gently cupped her face with his hands. His voice trembled a little as he said, “Is that why you haven’t eaten anything tonight?”
Chrissy’s face twisted into a startled expression. She yanked her chin away. “What? No, I… I told you, I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Chris, we’ve been dating for almost three years. I’ve never seen you eat, not once, not even some popcorn at a movie.”
“What? No, that can’t be true…”
“It is, Chris… and it’s okay. Look, I know you’re dealing with something right now, and I know you don’t trust me enough to talk to me about it, but I just want you to know I’m here, okay? Whenever you’re ready, only when you’re ready, I’ll be here ready to listen. Okay?”
A tear rolled down Chrissy’s cheek. Jason wiped it away with his thumb.
“What if it takes a really long time?” she asked, her voice breaking with emotion.
“Then it takes a really long time,” Jason said. “It’s worth it. You’re worth it.”
“Yeah, but what if I’m not?” Chrissy asked, sniffling. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
An incredulous laugh emerged from Jason’s throat, his mouth hanging open in silent awe. “That’s… That’s not possible, Chris.” How could she even think that? “You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”
His words made Chrissy cry harder, smiling through her tears. Jason hugged her close and pressed a kiss against her forehead, and as he drew back, she whispered, “I love you.”
“You know, it’s very rare to find a friend like Chrissy. We’ve been best friends since the first grade. The first grade. The teacher partnered us together for an assignment, and we just hit it off right away. It was effortless with her. As easy as breathing. We spent the whole afternoon talking and laughing, getting absolutely nothing done, and it’s been that way ever since. I swear, it’s like we’re in our own little world sometimes. We shut everyone else out, forget about all our problems, and just relax for a while… as long as we can. She’s the only one I’ve ever been able to do that with, and I’m assuming it’s the same for her; otherwise she wouldn’t have kept me around for so long. And honestly that surprised me, too. I mean, you hear about girls dropping their childhood friends once they get a taste of popularity, but not Chris. No, she didn’t change at all. We still eat lunch together every day. Still walk home together every day. Sleepovers every Saturday, and then we hang out all day Sunday. It’s like a ritual at this point, and I think we’re both too afraid to break it. It’s like we think the world will end or something.” You laughed at that for a minute, then frowned.
“We’re going to different schools next year. That wasn’t the plan, of course. We were supposed to go to Evansville together, live it up, have the time of our lives, but now she’s the only one going. Chris thinks it’s because I didn’t get in, but the truth is… I never even applied. I don’t wanna go to college with her. I can’t go to college with her. And I know that sounds really selfish. Probably makes me seem like a total bitch, but… My whole identity is wrapped up in Chrissy Cunningham. From the time we became friends, she has defined me. I have no name anymore. I’m simply Chrissy’s best friend. And what, I have to spend another four years like that? Another forty? When I die, is that what’s gonna be engraved on my tombstone? I have nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and cry about it. I’ve spent the last twelve years living in Chrissy’s shadow, and it’s slowly killing me. And it’s not her fault. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s amazing, and I love her, but… I need to find out who I am… apart from her.”
You breathed out the words and watched them drift away. This was the first time you’d ever spoken such treachery out loud. Until now, it had been trapped inside of you like a poison, and now that it was out, a small part of you was afraid. Afraid Chrissy might’ve heard you. Afraid all your rituals had now been undone. The spell was broken, and now the world around you would cease to exist. Fires. Earthquakes. Floods. Famine. You sat there for a minute, listening for the sounds of screaming and panic, but there was nothing… just Spandau Ballet.
You turned your head, caught Eddie Munson’s wide-eyed stare. “I’m sorry, were you asking me a question?”
“Uhh… just… what your plans are after high school.”
Your face flushed. “Oh, right…” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down. “Umm, college. In way too many words, college. Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. What about you?”
Eddie pounded his fist on his knee. “I… have no idea. I guess I’ll be at the world’s mercy.”
“You’re not gonna pursue your music?”
“Well, yeah, I’m gonna try… but the odds of making it are basically, y’know, zero.” He formed a goose egg with his hand, then made it explode with a flick of his fingers. “With my luck, I’m probably gonna end up sharing a prison cell with my old man.”
“Don’t say that,” you said, sickened.
“I’m just kidding.”
“Yeah, you are but you aren’t, so… stop.” Your voice was soft but emphatic. It made Eddie look at you in surprise. “I remember how you would get whenever your dad was out on parole. It was like night and day. You became a completely different person.”
Once, while you were all leaving Scottie’s house after a D&D session, Eddie saw his dad’s beat-up car sitting on the curb and, instantly, all the color drained from his face. Then he said, I gotta go, guys, and he skipped the next two sessions.
“You always swore you wouldn’t end up like him, so… swear it, Eddie. Swear you’ll never end up like him.”
Your glare was earnest and desperate.
Eddie sighed, surrendering to it. “I’ll never end up like him. I promise.”
“Good,” you said. “And don’t make any more jokes like that either because you’re not that funny, Munson.”
“Okay,” said Eddie with a faint smile. “From now on, I’ll leave all the jokes to you.”
“Good,” you said, and shivered as the air conditioning kicked on.
“You cold?” Eddie asked.
“No, I’m—”
“Hold on, I gotcha.”
Eddie leaned forward and shrugged his right shoulder out of his jacket sleeve. You started blushing as soon as you saw the bare flesh of his arm, the black ink of all his tattoos…
Your mouth fell open. “Oh, that’s okay, I…” but soon his hands were on your shoulders, draping the jacket over you, and you felt your cheeks burst into flames.
Eddie drew back, hovering over you for a minute. “Better?”
Your eyes shyly floated up to his. “Yes… thank you,” and then he gave you a crooked little smile that made you melt. You pulled the collar of his jacket against your chin and thought, This enough… If this is all I ever get, this is enough.
Then you looked at Eddie in his Iron Maiden T-shirt, sitting with his right knee pulled toward his chest and his arm resting on it, and you said with a smirk, “By the way, I’m really glad you decided to dress up tonight.”
Eddie breathed a quiet laugh. “Yeah… probably shoulda rented a suit, huh?”
“No,” you said, “this is perfect. This is totally you.”
Eddie’s eyes met yours in a curious stare. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said softly, as a huge smile spread across your face, getting bigger and bigger until… “Ow!”
“You okay?”
You pressed your hand to your cheekbone, giggling in pain. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Eddie said, “You’re not used to smiling this much, huh? Uh-oh… Careful now, if you keep this up, you might actually break your face.”
“Hey, I smile…”
Eddie shook his head. “No, not really… You smirk a lot. Yeah, that’s definitely your signature. Then let’s see, there’s the, uhhh, the shit-eating grin, which you wear while watching me fail at life. That one’s my personal favorite.” He chuckled to himself for a second, then licked his bottom lip in thought. “But see, uh, a genuine smile from you, now that’s very rare… at least for me. Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen that since…” His eyes grew distant, softened. “Well, it’s been a long time.”
Then Eddie looked down, hooked his finger around the chain on his right wrist. “… and that’s a shame because it’s a really pretty smile.”
You felt your brow cave in on itself, your lips pucker into a sour frown.
Eddie glanced back at you and laughed. “Well, it was, anyway… Now you’re doing a weird grimace-thing. What is that?”
You turned away. “Yeah, sorry, I’ve never been very good at accepting compliments… I, uhh, I remember back in middle school, Chris and I were standing by our lockers—I don’t remember what we were doing exactly—but she just looked at me and said, ‘You’re so pretty.’ It came completely out of nowhere because that’s what Chris does. She’s random like that sometimes. And, anyway, Cody Nelson was standing on the other side of me. You know who Cody Nelson is, right? Well, he turned to me and said, ‘No offense, but you’re really not that pretty.’ And I think it was just the way he said it. Totally without malice. He just stated it like it was a fact—like the sky is blue, and I’m not pretty—and that just rattled me.” Even now, you could feel that same lump in your throat, sitting in there like a rock. “In hindsight, I should have told him to fuck off, but I just stood there, dumbfounded, and I said, ‘Okay…’ Like, what are you even supposed to say to something like that? And I almost cried right there, but I didn’t. I did the respectable thing and waited until I got home, but… yeah, now every time someone compliments me, I just kinda pause. It’s like I’m waiting for Cody Nelson to come out of the bushes and be like, ‘Actually…’ and—Wait, what are you doing?”
Eddie had shifted his weight around and was now facing the door.
“Oh, I’m just waiting for Cody Nelson,” he said. “He shouldn’t be coming into the women’s restroom, by the way, which I realize sounds pretty hypocritical coming from me, but…”
Eddie turned toward you and said in a low voice, “You know what, I don’t think he’s coming. Hold on, though, we’ll give it a few more seconds… Wait… Nope, I think you’re safe. It’s just us in here.”
His smile was warm and comforting. It made your heart beat faster.
Eddie went on: “I don’t mean to make light of your traumatic memory or anything, but… didn’t Cody Nelson stick a scissor in an outlet and almost electrocute himself?”
You squinted your eyes, trying to remember. “Yeah… Yeah, I think he did.”
“Yeah… so… obviously he’s an idiot. You’re gorgeous.”
He said it like it was a fact. Like it was a universal truth.
Then he turned away and muttered under his breath, “It’s your personality that’s the problem.”
And your jaw dropped. You coughed out a laugh. “Oh, really?”
Eddie flashed you a teasing smirk. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bitch. I’ve actually been meaning to tell you that for a while now.”
“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows tauntingly. “Is that so?”
Your hands flew down to the strap of your heel and barely grazed the buckle when you felt the weight of Eddie’s hand on top of yours, his fingers locking between yours.
“No, don’t,” he begged, laughing. “Please don’t stab me with your shoe. I’d like to maintain vision in both eyes, if that’s possible.”
Eddie was tracing your fingers with his thumb as he said this, dragging his nail up to the knuckle of your thumb, through the curve to your index finger, then back again. It was hypnotic, this movement, so hypnotic that you almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I mean, how else am I supposed to keep staring at you?”
Your heart stopped. “What?”
You looked at Eddie, saw his eyes widen for a second and then squeeze themselves shut. “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. Then he yanked his hand away from yours and threw it back on his bent knee. All the while, you sat there silent, blinking.
Eddie pushed his hand through his hair in frustration. “God, why’d you have to be here tonight? Y’know, I came in with a very clear plan: get in, get the girl—or, y’know, don’t get the girl—and then get the hell outta here! I see you and… shit, all of a sudden I’m back in middle school, man. I’m weird and awkward. Face full of acne. Actually, I don’t remember if acne was a huge problem for me, but it probably was. And now I got all these complicated feelings and, fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a minute. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, by the way. I dunno why I did that. I… I shouldn’t have done that.”
You closed your mouth and tried to swallow, but your throat was so dry. “Eddie, why did you act like you didn’t know me?”
Eddie opened his eyes but didn’t look at you. His gaze was cloudy, tormented with a dark haze of anguish that you didn’t understand. “I just didn’t wanna give you the satisfaction of, y’know, thinking I cared enough to remember you. I mean, I did say you were dead to me, so…”
His words punched you in the gut. Knocked all the air out of your lungs.
“OH MY GOD!” you yelled. “This is all because of some stupid D&D campaign? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Eddie put up his hand. “First of all, it’s not just a stupid D&D campaign…”
“Oh my god, Eddie! You better change your name to Petty Munson because that is the pettiest shit I’ve ever heard in my life!”
“Oh, see, there you go with the name-calling… Now we’re really back in middle school!”
“Yeah, we are… because you’re acting like an actual child right now! I killed you six years ago in a game. In a game, Eddie! And you decided to kill me off in real life. But wait, hold on, you didn’t have any problem digging me out from the grave when you needed to use me, did you? Yeah, you just grabbed a shovel and got to work.”
“Hey, you have no idea how hard it was for me to come up to you tonight.”
“Yeah, but you did, didn’t you? Because you needed my prom ticket.”
“Yeah, and a lotta help you were in that department.”
“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo… You know, I’d actually give a shit if you weren’t such an insufferable asshole. But then again, what do you care? I’m dead to you, and over a stupid fucking game. Do you wanna redo it, Eddie? Since it matters so much to you? You know what, fine, I’ll go grab Jeff and Grant and Gareth—I’ll even go spring Scottie outta jail. Yeah, I haven’t seen that guy in years, but let’s go ahead and grab him too—and then we can all sit down in Scottie’s dungeon of a basement and replay this monumental campaign. It’ll take us like three months, but if that’ll finally right the universe for you, let’s do it.”
By the time you were finished, you were seething. Eddie shot you an acidic glare.
“God, you really are such a bitch,” he said, sounding completely defeated. “It’s not about the campaign. It was never about the campaign. It was a horrible campaign, anyway. Full of plot holes. You could see all the twists coming a mile away. Scottie can’t write for shit and he was a horrible DM. He spent the whole campaign flirting with you through his NPCs. It was really fucking annoying.”
Eddie looked away from you, started tugging at one of the rings on his left hand.
“I was having fun with you. I thought we were having fun together. Those three months we spent, y’know, arguing and goofing around in Scottie’s basement were the best three months of my life, and…” He winced suddenly, as if a dagger had stabbed into his side. “And I thought you liked me. In fact, I was pretty fucking sure you did. Like I’ve never been more confident of anything in my life. You were terrible at the game; I was constantly having to save you. And every time I did, you would just look at me like I was amazing, like I was—I dunno—your hero or something, and nobody’s ever looked at me like that. But then you slit my throat right at the end, and you sat there and laughed about it. Never even said you were sorry. And I’ve never felt so stupid because, clearly, those three months didn’t mean anything to you. It was all just a big joke at my expense.”
His words pierced your heart and made you feel cold all over. You shook your head, your eyes stinging with oncoming tears. “No, it wasn’t…”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, of course it was. You don’t care about D&D. You only joined so you could make fun of us.”
You cleared your throat, but your voice still sounded hoarse. “No, that’s not why I—”
“You weren’t taking it seriously at all. You were constantly going off on your own, taking on random side-quests that had nothing to do with the story. You were gambling in the tavern. Wasting all your gold on stupid shit you don’t need.”
“But that’s not why I joined,” you said. Eddie didn’t hear you.
“Then you played the sacred flute in the queen’s tomb when I specifically told you not to—”
“Eddie, listen to me: that’s not why I joined!”
“—and you disturbed the spirits of all her servants and we almost died. Yeah, and you were laughing at that too, because that’s what you do. You laugh at me and mock me and make fun of everything I like ‘cause—”
“OH MY GOD, I WAS TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU!”
You screamed these words so loud it almost tore your vocal cords. The sound bounced off the walls and smacked you right in the face. You put your head in your hands, started rubbing your throbbing temples. All this yelling had given you such an awful headache.
“I worked so hard to learn that game. I had to beg my neighbor to teach me. Yeah, my neighbor. I spent two weeks playing D&D with a bunch of kids in Mike Wheeler’s basement. And it was confusing, and I didn’t get it. I still don’t get it. It was really hard and frustrating, but I did it, Eddie. I did it for you. Because I wanted to be around you and talk to you. Actually, talk to you. And I did… or at least my character did. She was oozing charisma and was just, you know, overall a total badass, but it was still me at the end of the day.”
You frowned deeply, guiltily, feeling like a criminal about to receive their sentence. “I got a little carried away, though… and, yeah, I sacrificed you to a demon for the ultimate power. It wasn’t even a good power, to be honest. Scottie had to pull something out of his ass, and it totally broke the game. I shouldn’t have accepted it in the first place, but I did, and I’m really sorry, but I didn’t think it was gonna make you as mad as it did. And you have every right to be mad at me and, I guess, kill me in your head, but don’t sit there and tell me those three months didn’t mean anything to me because you have no idea what they meant to me, so… shut up.”
You said the words and jumped away from them, sliding down the wall, into a ball, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Eddie was sitting in your peripheral, nothing more than a black-and-brown blur to your eyes. You stole a glance at him once and wished you hadn’t. He was staring at you with a stunned expression, as if his entire world had been turned upside down.
“I’m the one who ruined your night, Eddie,” you confessed in a broken voice, on the verge of tears. “Chrissy would’ve danced with you. She really would have. The only reason she didn’t is because she didn’t wanna hurt my feelings. She knew it would absolutely destroy me to see you dancing with her, so… yeah, I guess I robbed you of your one great memory, and I’m sorry for that, too.”
You tore your eyes away and wiped them dry.
For the longest time, Eddie didn’t say anything, and you started to feel like a nervous Catholic sitting in a confessional. You had just spilled all your dirty sins, and now you were waiting for the priest to tell you to say ten Hail Marys in penance. Except now you were starting to think the priest wasn’t even in the booth, that you had just divulged all your darkest secrets for nothing.
Just as you were about to die of shame, you felt Eddie slump down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.
“You liked me?” he said. “This whole time?”
“Yeah…”
Eddie threw his head back and started to laugh—a slow, agonized laugh.
“Goddammit,” he said. “I feel like I got short-changed here.”
That made you shudder and squirm away.
Eddie saw this and reached for you. “Oh no, I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I just wish I’d known, y’know? Long before tonight.” His smile was sad and full of regret. It made you want to cry. “You would’ve saved me a lot of heartache. A lot of years spent wondering why nobody seemed to want me. And now I find out you’ve been here this whole time, and you’re awesome and smart and funny and beautiful—I mean, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted—and now you’re leaving. In a couple months, you’re gonna be going to college, and I’m… I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s definitely not where you’re going, and that is just fucking tragic. Yeah, that’s just my luck, isn’t it?”
He laughed again, or tried to anyway. “You learned D&D for me.”
“Yeah…”
“You read Lord of the Rings for me.”
“Yeah… Actually, I’ve read it a couple times. It’s kinda my new favorite book. I’ve also read The Hobbit and half The Silmarillion, but that book is a chore to get through. Like, I’m really struggling with that one.”
“Well, I haven’t even attempted it, so that’s already very impressive to me. I really appreciate your dedication.”
You smiled at him. “Yeah, I tend to go all in…”
Eddie tipped his head at you, holding in a smile of his own. “You came to my shows… more than a couple, I’m assuming.”
“Yeah… and I didn’t go for the wings, either.”
Eddie nodded, a smirk crawling up his face. “Yeah, see… I kinda already figured that ‘cause… they don’t even serve wings at The Hideout.”
“Oh,” you said with a sheepish pout. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure… and, y’know, even if they do, you definitely shouldn’t be eating them ‘cause they’ll probably kill you.”
You put your hand over your mouth and giggled. Eddie watched you with an affectionate eye.
“That was a very convincing lie, though,” he went on. “I mean, you almost had me believing you for a second.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet.”
“Yeah, I noticed. It’s actually one of the things I really like about you… Oh, and I really enjoyed your ‘invisible date’ bit, by the way. Yeah, it was highly entertaining.”
“Thank you,” you said. “I had a lot of fun with it.”
“Yeah, I could tell… You were very committed to the joke. In fact, I’m pretty sure two of those girls still think you were being serious.”
You and Eddie snickered at that for a minute, falling into each other, and as your laughter slowly petered out, a strange silence consumed you both. It made you blush like crazy, and you didn’t know why. Then “Missing You” by John Waite started to play, with its sappy, pining lyrics, and you felt your insides knot up like balloon art. You became very aware of Eddie’s knee pressed against yours. His elbow against yours. His hands nervously wringing together, fingers twisting the snowflake obsidian ring on his right hand…
“Hey,” Eddie said in a low voice, making your heart jump.
You shyly dragged your eyes up to his, found them locked on you with a soft, heavy-lidded stare. “Yeah?”
“Can I, umm… Can I kiss you?”
You sucked in a shaky breath. You could feel your heart thudding madly in your chest. “Do you always ask?”
“Uhhh, no,” Eddie said, and let loose a nervous laugh. “I just, uh… I don’t really know the rules with you. Yeah, I’m kinda worried you might, y’know, slap me in the face or something.”
“Well… try me,” you said, your whole body vibrating with anticipation.
Eddie gave you a look that said, Really? Okay… and then he licked his lips and leaned in, reaching you way faster than you were prepared for. Suddenly, his face was just inches from yours, and getting closer, and you couldn’t remember how lips worked. Were you supposed to pucker them? Stack them? How would you stop your noses from bumping?
And for some reason, you reeled away and blurted out in an anxious whisper, “You know, your nose looks really big up close.”
Eddie pulled back a little, then laughed. You could feel the heat of it on your lips. “There it is,” he said. “I knew there’d be an insult waiting for me.”
And before you could say anything else, Eddie pressed his lips against yours and sealed them shut with a gentle kiss. Just one. As he drew back, his dark brown eyes searched yours with an earnestness that made your heart throb with a painful, sweet ache.
Is this okay? they asked. Are you okay?
And when you didn’t say no, he drew you in by your chin and kissed you again and again, his lips moving against yours with a feverish intensity that made you whimper against him. His hands moved to the lapels of his jacket, gripping them like he was afraid you were going to pull away. As if you would ever pull away. This was the moment you’d been waiting for. All those years spent staring at him from across the lunchroom. Waiting around the school parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Sitting behind him. Smiling at him. Laughing at him. Saying, Way to go, Munson! whenever he failed a test. You fell on your face a hundred times. Made a complete ass of yourself. But it was all worth it because here you were, with him, and it was perfect. It was everything you ever wanted, and yet…
There was a bitter taste in your mouth. You put your hand on Eddie’s chest and pushed him away.
“What?” said Eddie. “What’s wrong?”
You kept your eyes lowered, hiding from him. When Eddie finally nudged your chin up, he saw your eyes were wet and sparkling with tears.
“You came here for Chrissy,” you whispered.
Eddie’s brow wrinkled. “What?”
“You came here for Chrissy,” you said louder, forcing out the words. “And now, what, now you’re settling for me?”
Eddie’s face fell. It was like you had just slapped him in the face.
You wrenched yourself out of his arms and staggered to your feet. Let his jacket drop from your shoulders and fall to the floor.
“She’s your dream girl, Eddie. Those are your words. If Chrissy had said yes to you tonight, you wouldn’t even be looking at me right now. I mean, my god, an hour ago I was dead to you, and now… now you’re touching my face and saying, ‘Where have you been all my life?’ Like what the fuck! What am I even supposed to say to that?”
Eddie just sat there, his mouth hanging open in stupefaction.
“What are you doing?” he rasped. “I know you can’t possibly be thinking that right now, not after everything I just…” Eddie closed his mouth and gave his head a slight shake. “Look, you’re just panicking, and I don’t… yeah, I don’t really know why, but umm… Hey, don’t, don’t go… Please, don’t go… Where are you going?”
You felt your back slam against the exit door. You started fumbling around for the handle.
“They’re gonna be announcing the vote soon,” you said. “I need to go watch my best friend be crowned prom queen. I need to go smile and cheer her on because that’s what I do. It’s the only thing I do, so…”
You closed your hand around the handle and pulled, but before going out, you turned back and looked at Eddie one last time, swallowing all the sadness welled in your throat.
“You know, I uhh… I think you’re great, Eddie. I’ve always thought you were great. And this, umm, this was perfect. Yeah, this was more than enough, so… bye, Eddie. I guess I’ll see you around school.”
You took a deep breath and walked out… but you only made it a few steps before you stopped, buried your face in your hands, and started to cry. You cried until your head hurt. Until your eyes were red and swollen. Until your throat was raw and your lips were dry. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. And then you sucked it up, dabbed your eyes, and reentered the dance hall with a smile.
A carved, hollow smile.
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Birthday Kissies - James Wilson x peds!reader
description - a spanner is thrown into the works of the special birthday James has been planning for y/n for months. A spanner which happens to be a fever of 109.
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authors note - I'm literally living my dreams through these fanfictions! I know its not ambiguous but a lot of the little specifics I mention are stuff I'd love for someone to do on my birthday that I used so I could come up with a good visual. Please do let me know if I can make my writings more accessible to people in anyway!
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Wilson giddily skipped through the hospital. He’d been on the edge of his seat all day. Tomorrow was the most important day in his calendar. January 4th, his loves birthday.
The hospital was still adorned in Christmas decorations, but this didn’t faze him. In his mind, December 25th was inferior in comparison to the magnificence of her birthday. He remembered the first birthday they’d shared together which happened to be his.
She’d woken him up with homemade pancakes, but they weren’t as delicious as the many kisses shed pecked onto his face. He didn’t hear anything she’d said as he looked on at the beauty who was practically straddling him wearing a plastic tiara and placing a birthday crown on his own head. But that may have also been caused by the party horn she’d woken him up with. Despite her being a doctor, she hadn’t thought through the ramifications of a party horn placed directly against someone’s ear. She’d happily thrown at him all his presents which had been carefully wrapped and decorated with ribbons and bows. All the gifts had a specific theme of blue and white with ‘doctor’ inspired wrapping paper. It was clearly meant for a child but her giddy face when she proudly showed them off won him over. His favourite gift had been an original film poster of ‘Dead Poets Society’.
“I remember you saying how much that film meant to you. I also already bought a frame for it so we can hang it up in your office tomorrow. If you want to.” She exclaimed whilst bouncing on the bed.
“Birthdays are important.” She’d said as they lay intertwined with their matching crowns, scoffing down the pancakes. “On that day, I can show the most important people in my life how much I love them.” She grabbed his cheeks and squished them together.
“Did your birthdays look half as good as this when you were a kid.” She faltered.
“Not really. No one should ever feel like that on their special day, so I try to make sure no one ever does.”
He’d collected the last card from her patients. The first thing he’d thought of as a gift for her was to ask all the children under her care to make something for her special day. There were a lot of cards, all decorated with glitter and ribbons. He’d specifically told Sadie she could make y/n a birthday crown. Sadie had been here for three years on and off and had a special relationship with y/n. It was only fitting she should get the honour of making the crown. It seemed to Wilson that as soon as you mentioned the name y/n y/l/n, children, parents, and doctors would come flooding, offering their help in any capacity. Every patients room he had gone into he was given two things: a handmade card from the kids and a beautifully wrapped present from the parents. Wilson smiled at this; no other doctor was as loved as she was, not even himself.
He was making his way back to his office, his elaborate plan was coming together. He sat down at his desk and went over the checklist he’d made for her surprise. 5 bouquets of pink roses, 3 bouquets of yellow tulips, chocolates, and macaroons from a patisserie in Paris they had visited on their anniversary, and about 100 pink and white balloons he was going to fill their apartment with. He’d already gone out shopping early this morning to get the ingredients to make her favourite meal and dessert. The icing on the cake, as it were, was the three layered chocolate cake decorated in white chocolate frosting, adorned with chocolate dipped strawberries. He’d had it ordered especially months ago and it was arriving tomorrow morning. After making sure everything was ordered and in place he relaxed into his chair. Closing his laptop, he picked up the shopping bag at his feet. He pulled out the stuffed pink bear he’d made for her, adorned in its little doctors outfit. Looking at it now, he felt silly. Surely, she’d be wanting jewellery or something like that. He’d thought it was cute at the time but now he felt embarrassed at his choice of gift.
The door to his office was ripped open. This caused Wilson to scramble to hide the bear back in the bag. House limped in.
“Please tell me you have actually bought y/n/n a present. You are not going to ruin her special day.”
“No, I have not.”
“I will give you the money, will you please jus—”
“I think you have more important things to worry about. Room 203.”
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The two stood on the precipice of the room and watched the sniffling, whimpering, and writhing frame of y/n. She sloshed about on the bed, kicking away her blankets like a petulant child.
“Ah the true test of true love, a bad case of the flu. Enjoy lover boy.” House patted Wilson on the back and made to leave.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Getting as far away as possible. She can insult me enough when she’s in perfect health, I don’t want to see how severe it gets with a temperature of 109.” House quickly sprinted down the corridor as fast as his cane could take him. Wilson rolled his eyes at his friends fear of his utter sweetheart. This wasn’t his first rodeo with a sick y/n. All she wanted was love and attention. He was always happy to help.
The patient noticed the tall frame of her boyfriend in the door. She turned over towards him, bunching up her blankets into her body.
“Jamsey. I’m sick.”
“I know, darling.” He made his way over, giggling at the innocent tone of her voice. She squished herself further into the bed to make room for him to join her. “But we’re gonna get you better okay.” He placed his arm around her, and she cuddled into his side.
“But what about my patients.”
“Hey, none of that now. My main priority is you.” He smiled softly at how her eyes couldn’t even stay open till the end of the sentence. Her body was fighting so hard to stay awake, but it needed to stop. Even without the flu she’d been overworking herself recently. Her body needed the rest.
“I’m just sad you’re going to be feeling like this on your birthday.” Her eyes still hadn’t opened but her body had involuntarily snuggled into his side more, making their embrace tighter.
“As long as you’re with me, it’ll be perfect.” She slurred as sleep overtook her. “You are going to stay right?” her last thought before she was dragged further into her snooze.
He planted a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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*the next morning*
Wilson knocked on room 203. Y/n was now sat up and tucking into the tea and toast she’d been given for breakfast. Despite how much her eyes lit up when they landed on James, her face still looked sunken.
“Good morning baby, how are you feeling?”
“A bit better.” She’d softly uttered as he made his way over to her. She attempted to straighten out her messy hair and wipe away the sleep from her eyes. She fixed her gown, not wanting him to see her as any less than perfect. But the joke was on her as he already saw her as the most beautiful girl in the world.
“I felt so guilty in our bed, leaving you here alone.” He had begged her to let him stay the night with her, even setting up a faux bed in the form of four hospital chairs and a pillow. But she had ordered him to go home and sleep in a proper bed, threatening him with no sex for a month. It was bad enough he would have had a bad back from the chairs, but he had already worked a 10 hour shift that day, she knew he deserved a good night’s sleep.
“Well, you’re here now, and I’m so happy.” She softly kissed his cheek with her arms wrapped around his neck. He turned in her arms, aiming for her lips but she stopped him with her hand.
“Nooooo, I’m sick.” He shrugged away her hand and leant in.
“We’ll be sick together then.” Their lips locked. They each tried to suck out the others soul and their tongues clashed for dominance with y/n eventually relenting. The 12 hours between when James had left last night and now had been excruciating for the pair.
They eventually came apart for air. “I nearly forgot.”
He left her room and returned with a trolley filled with delicately wrapped pink gifts, each one adorned with a massive white ribbon. The trolley was also covered with pink and white balloons tied to each handle. She squealed at this display, practically jumping up and down on the bed, having to be calmed down by James who soothed her cheers with a kiss to the cheek.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“This is amazing, James. Thank you!” she grabbed the sides of his face to bring him down into a passionate kiss, whilst continuing to utter how much she loves him.
He sat with her on her bed as she thumbed through all the cards from her patients. Each one received a sunny smile and some even elicited a few tears. She proudly wore the crown from Sadie which she compared to something off of a fashion show. All 29 of the gifts were eagerly ripped open. In between each one, she scolded him for buying her too much, but this juxtaposed how furiously she tore into each new gift. He had to remind her that a lot were from colleagues and parents, which warmed her heart.
They reached the end, and she was surrounded by wrapping paper and ribbon.
“There is one more.” He pulled out the bear, hidden at the bottom of the trolley. He began fidgeting with it in his lap, suddenly feeling small in the face of all the previous gifts. “It’s silly but I thought it was cute and I thought you might like it and--”
“YOU GOT ME A TEDDY BEAR!” she threw her arms around him at breakneck pace. When she pulled back, she carefully took the bear from his arms and squeezed it into her chest. She turned it around and giggled at the doctors outfit it was dressed in. “I love it so much! It’s just like the one on your shelf!”
He shuffled so he was sat behind her and took her into his arms. They both gazed down lovingly at the bear. “She’s gonna be our baby. I’ll be her mummy and you can be her daddy and she’s gonna come to work with mummy every day.” She clasped the bear against her chest once again. Wilson sighed at the mess around her hospital room. He began to collect a few fallen pieces of wrapping paper preparing to throw them away. His eyes glanced towards the closed door and saw a pink envelope partially stuck under the door. He picked it up and saw ‘Mrs Wilson’ scribbled across the front. He smiled knowing the one person who called y/n that.
“One more. From House.” He handed her over the envelope. She opened it up and audibly gasped.
“What is it?”
“HE GOT US A SKIING TRIP!” James’ ears were covered in seconds to prevent his ears from being permanently damaged, once again. As she went on and on about the trip which had all been paid for by House, he joined her on the bed and gradually encouraged her to lie down with him, knowing how much her body needed the rest. He gathered her up in his arms and let her tire herself out so she could then slump into his arms and drift off to sleep.
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Although People Magazine is aligned with The Meghans, they could not ignore Catherine & Charlotte's mini me moment at the Coronation.
The Princess of Wales and her only daughter, Princess Charlotte, were featured in the number four (4) spot of 2023's Top 10 Style Moments.
What People Magazine should have printed: "Both the Princess of Wales and her daughter wore headpieces that featured three-dimensional leaf embroidery created by milliner Jess Collett for Alexander McQueen. Both made with silver bullion, crystals, and silver thread. A spectacle from every angle, the Coronation chignon, which mimicked the intricacy of her silver leaf headpiece, epitomised regal modernity." Quote from fashion Blogger
Even Omit's former employer, Harper's Bazaar dropped "Kate Middleton": "The princess' hair is styled in an elegant updo and she does not wear a tiara, as was previously expected; instead, she wears a Jess Collett x Alexander McQueen headpiece with silver bullion, crystal, and a silver threaded three-dimensional leaf embroidery. She wears the jewels with an Alexander McQueen dress in ivory silk crepe with silver bullion and embroidery featuring rose, thistle, daffodil, and shamrock motifs. Over it, she wears a blue formal robe, at the monarch's request."
No one in the US will purchase The Meghans covers. In order to sell their stories, The Prince & Princess of Wales are typically pictured alongside any Sussex reports. Unfortunately Omit's voice seems to be the silent (royal) contributor for many US reports.
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A dragons beauty
Barbarian Bakugou X Reader
Content warning: forced marriage, physicals and mental abuse (hitting), a lot of crying lol.
Part 2
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“Oh Kya..” Fuyumi whispered as she entered your bedroom and seen your blood-shot eyes and red blotchy cheeks as you faced your mirror. You were sat facing your vanity, Hana working around you as she touched your hair up. She had split your hair, pulling back the framed pieces and some of the shorter layers into a fish-tail braid that lay on the wavy under-layers that Hana left out. You had two small thinner plaits over your shoulder, braided from separated hair around your ears.
Fuyumi walked over, crouching beside you as she grabbed your hand in hers rubbing her thumb over it. Your tears had finally stopped but you still trembled, sniffles leaving you as your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth to stop the sobs wanting to leave you.
“Kya, it is time to get dressed” Hana informed as she finished with your hair, small red roses were pushed between the braid down your back. Hana moved over to the bed where the white dress lay, beside it sat a box which Fuyumi recognised as the family jewellery box. You got up, saying nothing to Fuyumi. Your mind completely silent, unable to process what was going on anymore.
“Hana id like to speak to my sister in private” Fuyumi told your maid and Hana nodded leaving quietly. Fuyumi pulled you over to the bed and sat you down as she stood above you. You looked up as tears suddenly welled and the emotions youd been holding back released.
“Fuyumi! Please i dont want to go” you cried and Fuyumi felt her own tears fall looking at her little sister sob so violently. Fuyumi crouched down and threw her arms around you, pulling you tight against her.
“It’ll be okay Kya, we will write all the time and Im sure I can convince father to let us visit you” she whispered, trying hard not to break down too. You needed your big sister to stay strong. She rubbed your back as she pulled away and grabbed the dry washcloth folded neatly on your bedside table, bringing it to dab away your tears trying not to ruin the small amount of makeup you had on. You sniffled as you composed yourself to the best of your ability.
“Come on, lets get you dressed” you nodded, standing up as you undressed from your long white nightgown. The dress was beautiful and if it were a more happier occasion you would love to be dressed in it prancing about. Fuyumi helped you dress. The dress was gorgeous and Fuyumi believed you made it look even better. It had long sleeves that fell over your hands ever so slightly like a petal. The dress was an opaque white with a scoop neckline just showing your collarbones. Fuyumi tightened the corset part, lacing it together behind you as the skirt fell over your hips, the bottom trimmed with lace.
You sniffled as the reality of what was happening hit you again. You didn’t pay much attention as you thought of what your new life would be, married to Bakugou Katsuki. A savage of the dragon-blood clan. You were terrified, he lived in the rough mountain area just east of your home,
“Lift your hair up for me Kya” Fuyumi told you, you grabbed your hair, lifting it up as you felt the cold metal of a necklace being clasped behind your neck. Fuyumi grabbed the small gold tiara with was decorated with two small rubys that complimented the bigger one in the middle, small white quartz melded into flower shapes sat between the rubys filling the gaps. She got the veil as well and attached it to your tiara.
“You look beautiful Kya” she whispered, astonished at her younger sibling. You really were beautiful, it was something you were told constantly growing up. Fuyumis eyes welled once more as she sniffled, pulling you into another quick hug as a knock sounded at your door.
“Kya?” Shotos voice sounded from outside and you made your way past Fuyumi, swinging the door open and throwing your arms around your older brothers neck. Shoto slightly surprised wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling away to look at your eyes. His smile fading as he stared at the redness in them.
you felt a hand on your shoulder and seen Natuo beside shoto, giving you a small smile as he wrapped his arms around both of you. Fuyumi coming to join.
“Kya, its time to go” You jumped at the sound of your fathers voice, cold and emotionless as you pulled away from your siblings and turned to face him. His stoic expression made your chest tighten. You nodded and stepped away from your siblings.
Endeavours eyes narrowed at your siblings; a silent warning for them to behave themselves. Shoto only glared back along with Natsuo. You walked along side your father, keeping your head down as you headed to where the chapel was. You stopped along with your father. He reached over and fixed the veil so it fell and covered your whole face. Your vision blurred.
“I don’t want any dramatics Kya or crying. You are doing this for the people of your country. The people who died keeping you safe in the war, think of your brother Touya. Hes been gone for almost four years due to this war. You are helping to bring him back and unite this family” his words crushed you, unite this family? But Im part of this family… You nodded silently ignoring the feeling of your heart breaking more. Your father put his arm out and you linked yours around his as the doors were pulled open.
You were able to make out the rows of people here to see you off, though unable to make out who any of them were. You didn’t even know what Katsuki looked like, just that he was older than you. Your face twisted as you thought about how much older he could be. The sound of the organ playing made you grimace even more as you and your father walked down the aisle. You tried desperately to calm yourself but your chest fell and rose in quick breaths.
You spotted a man already standing at the alter. He wore a long red cape that was lined with almost white fur. The closer you got the more you could make out. He wore a gold headband that had red and white feathers attached. You were now positioned in front of him and you continued to take him in, well everywhere but his face terrified to look at him. He was topless, with multiple necklaces layered over his chest, made of twine with gold wrapped around, some small jewels hung between. You squinted your eyes and realised teeth! Sharp teeth of an animal hung off these necklaces and your stomach twisted wondering what beast they came from.
You wrung your hands together desperately trying to calm your nerves as you looked behind the man before you. You heard the minister begin to speak and your heart beat raced as you tried to keep yourself from breaking down again. You were unable to focus on what the priest was saying as your heart slammed around in your chest. Your hands growing clammy.
“Do you Kya Todoroki take Katsuki Bakugou to be your husband? To care for him in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, to provide children to? To serve in silence and remain faithful til your death?” You suddenly zoned back in once the priest said your name not even catching on the ceremony had begun. You felt your hands shake as you nodded.
“I-,I do” you whispered, feeling tears well as the priest continued.
“I wed thee together in the eyes of the lord. You may now kiss your bride” your eyes widened and you instinctively took a small step back as hands came up and lifted the veil up and over your head, clearing your vision. Your mouth parted slightly in a quiet gasp as you finally got to see the man before you.
His red eyes narrowed slightly as they stared into yours, brows furrowed ever so slightly. He was extremely handsome and you couldn’t help it as your cheeks heated slightly. He had tan skin and pinkish lips with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. He moved his hands from the veil, one grasping your waist as the other cupped your cheek. Your eyes widened realising now he was about to kiss you, leaning in towards you keeping his eyes trained on yours. your heart raced and you shook your head.
“N-no” you gasped, stepping back from his hold as you kept your gaze on him. His eyes were narrowed more now and you could see the anger in them. Your mouth opened and closed not being able to form a sentence as you turned to the silent crowd.
You didn’t even notice your father come behind you until his large hand came down on your shoulder making you stumble under the harsh grip as his loud voice echoed.
“My apologies everyone! My sweet little Kya just got a bit embarrassed about kissing in front of her family, didn’t you?” He hummed, you looked up at him. A beaming smile on his face certainly fooled the crowed but you could see the anger swirling in his eyes. You quickly nodded and bowed to the crowd before straightening up.
“S-Sorry everyone! I just got a little nervous” you quickly shot out as you scratched your palm, trying to distract yourself.
“Now, lets celebrate! Shall we? Everyone to the hall to celebrate the new marriage!” Your fathers voice echoed in the chapel and many stood up clapping as your father leaned down and whispered for you to lead everyone to the dining hall with Katsuki. You nodded, turning to the man at your side. He glared at you still before putting his arm out and you linked yours in.
You began to guide everyone down the halls, feeling extremely tense as he man beside you kept a firm hold on your arm. You glanced up at him hearing everyone chatter behind you.
“M’sorry. I-, I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that” you whispered hoping he’d hear. He kept his eyes forward and you turned your head to feeling the sadness of the situation creep in.
“Didn’t wanna kiss you, s’fine” He grumbled, his voice having a slight accent and his english slightly broken. That for some reason made you even sadder. You sniffled, trying to stop the tears pricking your eyes again as yous entered the large gathering hall.
A large dining table sat in the middle adorned with multiple trays and platters food with a another slightly smaller table off to the side that held large bowls different colour liquids and on either side were two kegs which you assumed was wine your father kept in the cellar. The people who followed flooded in and you noticed how they immediately separated. The dragon-blood clan on one side and your people on the other though the chatter was loud between both.
“Kya!” You heard your siblings yell and you turned, freeing yourself from Katsukis arm as you were grabbed and pulled into bodies. They wrapped their arms around you tightly before pulling away. Shoto kept his arm around your shoulders as he stared at Bakugou who only glared back before meeting your eyes. He put his hand out.
“Come” was all he said, his voice stern. You pulled away from Shoto spotting your father staring at you; you knew better than to ignore your now husband in front of everyone. You took Bakugous hand slightly surprised at the warmth of it. He pulled you away from your siblings and towards his people. You felt yourself grow nervous as you weaved between people who patted Katsuki and you, saying words in a language you didn’t understand. You came to a stop bumping into him slightly which led him to growl at you as you now stood in front of an older blonde woman who had the same red eyes as Bakugou and you realised she must be his mother. You quickly bowed slightly to show respect coming back up to see her eyes still slightly narrowed at you
“I-Its nice to meet you” you mumbled out, scared to raise your voice any higher at the slightly intimidating woman who was adorned in similar clothes to her son. A strapless forest greet dress with a gold headpiece and gold necklaces and hoops decorated with emeralds.
“Hello! Im Katsukis father Masaru Bakugou, please excuse my wife she isn’t overly familiar with your tongue” A tall man with brown hair stepped forward putting his hand out. You grabbed it and curtsied him. He gave you a warm smile and you returned it, feeling slightly more comfortable.
“We would like to thank you for your sacrifice in marrying our son to help join our clans and strengthen our forces against Shigarakis clan” he continued and you gave him a small smile. You glanced back at Mitsuki who still had a slight scowl on her face and you squeezed Bakugous hand subconsciously growing nervous again.
“U-Um yes of course and Im sure my father has thanked you for your sons sacrifice” you mumbled and he nodded smiling.
“Well yes. This communion has been planned for months” his admission made your eyes widened months?! Father has been planning this for months?!..
“Anyways enough about this lets talk about you. Im sure your father has told you all about Bakugou” he continued a wide smile on his face. He was fluent in your language, whilst a slight accent remained in some words it was easy to understand him.
You told them about yourself, well mainly Masaru as Bakugou had began conversing with a red headed boy and Mitsuki just stared at you. This continued, soon enough both people began to mingle as people drank and ate.
“Ah, Kya there you are” your fathers voice chimed behind you as his palm came down on your shoulder giving it an overly hard squeeze which made you swallow.
You smiled up at him as he gave a convincing warm smile back. He turned to Masaru shaking his hand and excusing you both. He brought you outside the hall and round the corner.
“You embarrassed me today Kya” your father began and your heart dropped as he faced you, stepping forward causing you to step back. This continued until you hit the cold stone wall and you gasped.
“Father, please! Im sorry. I-“ you tried to apologise but he grabbed the tiara from your head and threw it to the ground cutting you off as you brought your hands up to cover your face, tears welling. There was no calming the fire that raged in your father.
“I asked one thing from you kya! No dramatics! No tears! You embarrassed me made it seem like you didn’t want to marry him” he ripped your hands from your face pulling them down at an awkward angle as tears flowed down your cheeks.
“I didnt! I didn’t want to marry him! You knew for months of this, chieftain Masaru told me it was planned months ago! And you only told me yesterday” you cried as you stared up at him his top lip pulled back in a sneer as his eyes were narrowed in on you. He released your arms and whipped his hand back and you froze, eyes widening as you immediately tried to shield yourself.
The force knocked you over and you fell awkwardly against the stone wall, scraping your hands and banging your head. You yelped as you fell to your knees, a stinging pain on your cheek and a sharp pain settled on the side of your forehead. You sniffled as you looked up at your father, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, scoffing and turning walking away.
You sat there pathetically on your knees as you brought your hands to your mouth covering it, trying to quiet the sobs that left you and not draw any unwanted attention. I dont wanna leave my family. I dont wanna go. You jumped as footsteps stopped before you and you looked up eyes wide, expecting your father back for more. You were surprised to see Katsuki standing above you.
“Leave tomorrow early morning” was all he said to you before turning and walking away.
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#bakugou katsuki#my hero academia#bakugou x reader#kirishima eijirou#mha#bnha deku#mina ashido#shoto todoroki#fuyumi todoroki#natsuo todoroki#mha dabi#touya todoroki#endeavour#barbarian au#barbarian bakugou
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Bow
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader
Summary: All will bow before the Queen...
A/N: Idk what exactly this is, I just like the idea of our Sasha being King (and I’m hyped for S2) 😂
The Lantsovs had been dead for only three days, and while the new King sat the throne, the old King’s court remained. And they were not happy. Their King was dead, and a heretic had claimed his crown; the woman he had made his Queen nearly as horrific. Of course, not every member of the old King’s court hated Grisha and thought they were cursed by the Saints, but many of them did.
But their opinions did not matter. Aleksander was King, and you were Queen. Soon, you would have your own court, made up of your trusted Grisha and smartest advisors. Even so, your husband couldn’t execute Pytor’s entire inner circle, not if he wanted a chance of winning over those who opposed him, but they would respect their new monarchs. The old King’s court either feared or respected the new tsar enough that when the summons arrived, none of them ignored it.
Aleksander had arranged for your maids to dress you in the finest silk gown, the rarest gems, the most ornate crown from the dead Queen’s collection. It was slightly unsettling to wear a dead woman’s tiara, but your Sasha had reassured you that soon, he would have an entire set of crowns, tiaras, and diadems commissioned for you. But for now, for your first appearance as Ravka’s new tsaritsa, it would do.
You stood before the closed doors to the throne room, hands folded before you. Your husband was at your side, adjusting the crown atop his own head. “Everything will be fine, my love,” Aleksander said, taking your hand and kissing it. “They will respect you…or they will suffer.” Ivan and Fedyor, who had been appointed Aleksander’s head guards, opened the doors to the throne room, and your husband took your arm.
You kept your gaze focused on the thrones at the head of the room, what Aleksander had fought so hard for, fought to give you. When you reached the dais, your husband allowed you to step up first before coming to your side. “These past few days have been…busy, shall we say?” the tsar began, chuckling to himself while the dead King’s court looked on, some with anger in their eyes. “So I regret that I have been unable to introduce my darling wife to you all until now.”
Some of the court began murmuring amongst themselves, but Aleksander pushed on. “There has been neither time nor resources for a coronation, one that my beloved wife deserves, but nevertheless; I present to you, your tsaritsa, Queen Y/N Morozova.” Whispers and murmurs broke out at once, and you fought to keep your face calm and neutral. But that failed when one of the courtiers screamed, “Burn the witch!”
Aleksander was eerily calm when he next spoke. “I fear there may have been a miscommunication. You will bow before your Queen…” Your husband raised a hand and shadows slithered from every corner of the room, seeking out the woman who had insulted you. With a flick of his wrist, the offending woman’s head was severed from her neck. “Or you will die.”
Like a wave, the old King’s court fell to their knees, whispers of “moya tsaritsa,” filling the air. Aleksander smiled, taking your hand and kissing it as he gestured for you to sit. “Now, does anyone else have anything to say about our new Queen?” Shakily, a man rose to his feet, and Aleksander leaned forward. “Moi tsar,” he said, voice trembling. “I never favored the old King’s ways, especially his stance on Grisha. I admit, I do not know much of your people, but I know that your wife is kind. She is merciful, and I will bow to anyone who can promise to fight for Ravka, to truly fight for Ravka.”
You pulled yourself upright, willing your hands not to shake. “I will,” you said. “I may be new in the crown, but I will lay down my life for my nation. I will ride into battle alongside my soldiers if it is asked of me. I vow to all of you that I will never sit idly by and watch my people suffer like the old King had.” Aleksander felt pride swell in his heart at your words, and he felt the mood in the room shift. The man standing bowed his head, placing a hand over his heart. “Then long live the Queen.”
#aleksander morozova x reader#shadow and bone fanfiction#the darkling x reader#general kirigan x reader#shadow and bone reader insert
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Today, Tomorrow, and All The Days To Come
Neuvillette, Thoma X female reader
Warnings -> Newlywed fluff
Neuvillette💧
A two piece rose gold band that fit your finger like a tiara, adorned with small diamond droplets underlining a large, tear shaped moonstone - that was what he chose as the symbol of his commitment to you.
With a woven basket in hand, a blue and white checkered cloth protecting its contents and delicious smells wafting into the air, you walked through Palais Mermonia on an invisible path well known to your heart. You greeted the staff members you passed by, and couldn’t help but be surprised when they returned your warm wishes and congratulated your recent ceremony.
Correction: the warm wishes and congratulations weren’t surprising; everyone working within Palais Mermonia has always been kind to you. The surprising part was that, unlike before, no one offered to escort you to Neuvillette’s office.
As if the gentle weight on your left ring finger meant that you earned their upmost trust.
A skip found it’s way into your step as you carried on, soon reaching the final stretch to your beloved’s office. “Good afternoon, Sedene.”
The Melusine looked up, her head just making it over the top of her desk. “Good afternoon, Milady.”
She said the new term so casually, you almost missed it. You didn’t, though, and it sent your heart jumping within the confines of your ribcage. “Milady?”
Sedene titled her head, the blue cap she wore managing to stay perfectly in place. Her violet eyes wavered with uncertainty, but her voice maintained a strong confidence. “Of course. You are Monsieur Neuvillette’s wife now, unless… Unless you would like to be called something else?”
To ease her worries, you smiled and shook your head. Your cheeks felt warm, and you hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell. “I don’t mind. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
Her small shoulders dropped into a more relaxed position. “I see. In any case, are you here to see Monsieur Neuvillette? He hasn’t left for his break yet.”
“Ah, I’m glad I caught him in time.” You said, giving the basket a gentle tap. “May I go in?”
Sedene waved you off as if your question didn’t need to be answered. She returned to her duties and you approached the grand set of doors that separated you from the man you came to see.
Knocking with the knuckles on the back of your hand, you waited for that deep, silky voice to grant you entry. Though muffled, the sound of his voice ignited fireworks beneath your skin and the jitters of excitement moved through your body as you pushed the heavy door open with ease.
Like a mouse that finally found it’s cheese, you scurried across the rolling blue carpet and up the short steps to his desk, where your husband was organizing a pile of documents.
Neuvillette looked up, those violet-pink eyes of his catching the sunlight pouring in through the massive windows. The muscles in his face softened and the smile his lips curled into was so sweet you had to bite back a squeal, lest you risk embarrassing him at his place of work.
“Ma chérie, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, rising from his chair and stepping around the desk to greet you properly.
“Do I need to reason to come spend your break with you?” You asked, standing on the tips of your toes so you could kiss his cheek. “I brought lunch for us.”
He chuckled and took hold of your hand, lifting it to his lips so he, too, could kiss you hello. “Your timing is as impeccable as ever.”
In no time at all, his desk was cleared and the lunch you made was laid out where his work had once been. The meal was simple: chicken soup with salad and a fresh bun from the bakery on the side. Naturally, you also brought bottles of water imported from Natlan to try.
Lowering the glass, you licked your lips and gathered your thoughts. Describing the taste of water was more your husband’s specialty than your own. “It tastes clear, somehow. Smoother. Maybe even a touch warm?”
Neuvillette chuckled and set his own glass down. “I suspect this water must have been collected from a source where warm rocks cover the river bed. An excellent find, mon amour.”
A lovesick giggle slipped past your lips and you leaned towards him, wanting to be closer. Your eyes happened to catch sight of the clock and, upon realizing it was almost the end of the hour, fought back a frown. You didn’t want to go yet; this was his first day back at work since returning from your honeymoon to Sumeru. But, as Chief Justice, Neuvillette had very important work to do and not even you could be selfish enough to keep him from that.
An entire nation relied on him to uphold justice, after all.
Forcing a smile, you reluctantly got up and started cleaning off the desk. “I should let you get back to it. I can only imagine how many cases have been postponed while you were away.”
Neuvillette stood and began to help. “Thank you for doing this. Your food is as delicious as ever.”
The compliment filled you with so much energy, your body did a little wiggle. “Just wait until you see what I cook up for dinner.”
The man chuckled and, now that everything had been returned to your basket, turned you to face him. Cupping your cheek in his palm, he leaned forward and placed a kiss between your brows. “I am looking forward to it. I will do everything in my power to return home on time.”
Home.
That word had taken a new meaning since you exchanged vows with him that beautiful day. Home wasn’t just a place you returned to at the end of the day; it was a loving space you now shared with the man you’ve come to love, and will love for the remainder of your life.
Warmth bloomed in your chest, and it reflected in your smile. “Yes. I’ll see you at home.”
Thoma 🔥
A gold band crafted specially to fit you, made unique with sculpted golden leaves, small shimmery sakura blossoms, and a soft pink stone blooming top and centre - on this, he swore his love for you.
The house was new but it’s felt like home since the day you moved in. The Kamisato siblings were kind enough to get the essentials ready while you and your husband were honeymooning in Mondstadt, but the smaller details, the things that made this (Y/N) and Thoma’s home, that was all left up to you and him.
Today, you were single-handedly starting the next phase of decorating. Together, you and Thoma had brought life to the kitchen and were slowly adding to the living room, but the hallway leading to the bed and bathrooms was still blank. What better way to welcome him home after his first day returning to work than a surprise revamp of the hallway and a hot dinner and dessert?
It went smoothly in your head, at least. In reality…
“Crap!” You exclaimed, arming yourself with oven mitts before diving in to rescue the muffins. “Please don’t be- Oh for Celestia’s sake.”
Dark as charcoal, and likely harder than coal. There was no saving them, even if you tried.
Letting out a sigh, you scrapped the muffins. Luckily, there was extra batter, you’d just have to make them a little smaller. Mini muffins were just as delicious.
Turning to the sink, you washed the muffin pan out and dried it. It was only when you turned back to grab the bowl of batter that you realized a naughty orange feline had leapt onto the counter and was eating the mix.
“Mango, get down!” You scolded, shooing him off.
As he always when caught doing something he shouldn’t, Mango fled, leaving a splattered trail of light grey paw prints in his wake.
Oh no.
Tossing the pan onto the counter you chased after the cat, hoping to catch him before-
You screeched to a halt in the living room, eyes widening and stomach dropping. Paw prints marked the couch, the tea table, the bookshelf he liked to nap in the empty spaces of. They marked the wall he often tried to scale to swat at the hanging plant and the windowsill he likes to lay in and sun bathe, and the floor…
A glance at the clock left you with no hope of getting everything cleaned up before Thoma got home. He should already be on his way - at the very least, you could catch the cat and clean him off before he made even more of a mess.
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“I’m home!” Thoma’s voice filled the silent house, followed by the lock clicking back into place. “Honey?”
Knowing you couldn’t hide forever, you sheepishly waddled into the living room with Mango cradled in your arms like an infant. You found Thoma looking around the living room with wide eyes, taking in the state of the furniture before finally settling on you and the orange -mostly grey now- feline.
“It looks like you two had an adventure.” Thoma said, crossing the distance until he was close enough to touch your paint plastered cheek. “What happened here?”
Mango, no longer wishing to be held, twisted and wiggled until he was free. Not having the energy for another game of chase, you let him go. There wasn’t much else he could get to that wasn’t already dirty.
Sighing in defeat, you felt your shoulders drop as you spilled your ruined plans. “I wanted to paint the hallway to surprise you. I was also baking muffins, which I forgot about until I smelled them burning.”
“And there’s paint all over the house because…?”
You turned your gaze to the floor. “Because in my panic to try and save the muffins, I left the paint on the floor… and Mango walked through it.”
Thoma sighed quietly above you. “You…” Then he laughed, a sound that relieved the unnecessary anxiety building in your chest. “You are too cute.”
A smile pulled at your lips, and although you already knew the answer, you couldn’t help but ask. “You’re not mad?”
“What’s there to be mad about? It’s just paint. We can clean it up.” Cupping your face between his hands, Thoma trailed a line of kisses down your forehead and nose, ending with a peck to your lips. “What I am worried about, though, is you hurting yourself with the oven. Next time you’re making something, please stay in the kitchen, alright?”
“Okay.” You giggled, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “One more kiss.”
Chuckling, he leaned over and gave what you asked for. “Help me catch our little troublemaker and I’ll give you another one. How does that sound?”
At its core, the love you shared with Thoma remained the same, regardless of what title the relationship was labeled. Boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, no matter what, the man before you was still yours. The ring wrapped around his finger just made it known to the rest of the world.
“Oh!” You exclaimed, catching hold of his jacket before he could chase after the furry gremlin. “I didn’t say it earlier. Welcome home, my love.”
The sun was setting outside but the brightness of his smile made up for it, the pink rising to his cheeks a rival to the sky above. “I’m glad to be back.”
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Sweet Secret
Pairing - Princess!Wonyoung x princess!reader
W.C: 1.4k
Warnings: the smallest implication of homophobia
This ball was not the place for you. Your feet ached from your heels, you ribs strained against the corset, your skull pounded with a headache at the bright lights and loud chattering. It was a celebration of the illustrious princess' 18th birthday.
Of course, as with any royal family, this was something to be celebrated with no expense spared. Everything was decked in white, pink, and diamonds. Her parents had invited every royal family in the kingdom, including a few from outside of the kingdom, but only those with eligible bachelors for sons.
Being of noble blood, your family was invited, and your father was delighted at the prospect. You had a brother, just a year older than you, and thus, only a year older than the princess. You however, were not so excited.
No one had ever seen this princess, with only rumors of her beauty and politeness to go off of. Why would someone be so excited to meet and marry someone they had never met?
Stepping away from the wall, you dragged your feet on the way to the food table, grabbing a glass of wine and sipping lightly at it. Cringing at the taste, you just hoped that you'd be able to ignore it long enough to numb the pain in feet, ribs, and head.
From behind you, there was a lull in the music, and quiet feel over the previously booming ballroom. Turning around in confusion, you looked up at the balcony, where everyone else was staring. Standing there was the King and Queen of the land, proud smiles on their faces, and with a loving look to each other, they stepped to the side.
Stepping between them was a figure dressed in mainly white, with the long ballgown fading into pink at the end. A stunning diamond tiara was placed securly on her head, matching with the diamong necklace resting on her sharp collarbones.
Smiling down at the crowd, she picked a long, dainty hand to wave and performed a small curtsy. The crowd erupted into cheers and after she walked down the flight of stairs to the ground floor, the music and dancing started back up again.
The princess weaved through the crowd, an effortless dance as the reflective lights made her glow. She seemed to be headed towards the food table, which made you panic at the thought of conversation and turn away, busying yourself with your wine.
A gentle hand made its way onto your shoulder and you had to stop yourself from screaming. Whipping around, your wide eyes locked with the princess' gentle ones. She gave you a deep curtsy, and when she rose back up, she introduced herself,
"My name is Jang Wonyoung, it's very nice to meet you...", she trailed off, waiting for you to finish her sentence by introducing yourself. Scrambling to remember your manners, you curtseyed back, telling her your name,
"I'm ___, it's nice to meet you, too. Happy birthday, by the way!", you said, motioning to the bustling room in her honor. She smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes,
"Thank you, truly. But if you don't mine me telling you, I personally think that this is too much. It's just a birthday, I don't see why I should be dressed like I'm meeting the Pope for a passage into adulthood.", she said, words spilling out her mouth faster than she could control.
Slapping a hand over her mouth, she bowed her head in apology,
"I'm sorry, I've said too much!", she said, averting her deep brown eyes, eyebrows pulling up in the middle. You smiled at her, understanding where she was coming from, seeing as your family did something similar when you had turned 18.
"It's alright, Princess. You haven't offended me, and there isn't anyone listening to get offended, either.", you said, smiling up at the taller girl, "Besides, you look beautiful. And that is certainly deserving of some flaunting."
Wonyoung's cheeks bloomed with pink, the color standing out greatly against her pale complexion. She stuttered for a second but managed out a squeak of a 'thank you'.
Refilling your glass, you lifted it toward her, sending her a coy wink as you drank from the glass, the blood red liquid staining your lips. Wonyoung almost choked on her spit, but she didn't because she wanted to look good in front of you.
You were like a breath of fresh air. You treated her like a normal person and not someone to treat like glass, avoiding certain words or phrases, avoiding her eyes. You didn't care about her position, you were just here to have fun.
"Hey, do you-", you were cut off by your father walking up to you, fixing you with a look that told you quite clearly to leave. So, bowing your head towards Wonyoung, you go to make your leave.
But, her hand holding on to your flared sleeve cuff stops you in your tracks. Wonyoung's doe-eyed gaze meets your curious one. You father gives you another scathing look, but he allows it, not wanting to seem rude in front of the party's host.
"Princess Jang, I'd like too introduce you to my son, Seobin", he said, his fake charming grin on his face. Seobin, your older brother, bowed deeply, a smile on is face, but a bored look in his eyes. Your brother wasn't one to settle down, or stick with one girl for long. He often went around, sleeping with random girls and coming home late at night. Something you doubt Wonyoung would appreciate.
Locking eyes with your brother, you shook your head 'no' subtly. He only blinked in your direction, but there was understanding in his gaze. He may not have been the best older brother, or person in general, but he cared about you. More than anything.
Stepping closer to Wonyoung, you brushed your hand over the back of hers, making her look at you from the corner of her eye. You motioned towards the garden outside with a tilt of your head, and she smildd nodding, allowing you to step away from the conversation and out of the back doors.
The garden was lit up with lanterns, silk streamers strung through the trees. There were a few people milling about, but the further you ventured into the garden, the less people there were. Settling down on a bench, you smoothed your pale pink dress down, adjusting your satin choker to make sure the pearl situated in the center was visible.
A fair few moments later, you hear your name being called. Wonyoung's soft voice echoes throughout the empty garden, making you stand up and walk to greet her.
Her face lights up at the sight of you, her almost tripping over herself to grab your hands.
"Oh, my fair maiden! It has only been a few hours, and I already can not bare to be parted from you for long! Promise me that even after this is over, you'll still come see me? Even just think about me?", she said, hands moving from yours to your upper arms.
You were taken aback, not expecting the sudden confession, but you smiled anyways,
"Princess Jang Wonyoung, I'll be the happiest maiden in all the lands to see your heavenly face even just once more after this night.", you replied, pulling her arms off your shoulders and pulling her into your arms. Her lengthy arms wrapped around your midsection.
Pulling away slightly, the tall girl placed her forehead on yours, eyes opening to look at you,
"My sweet secret, indulge me in this shared deception, and grant me your lips on mine.", she whispered, making you smile again, closing your eyes and pressing your lips to hers.
The night ended with tender kisses and teary goodbyes, as well as a secret promise to remain by each other's side, no matter the man they were with.
On the carriage ride home, you could only look out the window and wish you were back in your lover's arms, turning your pretty faces away from the 'high society' you lived in, and live in peace with her for the rest of your days.
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1 | 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
The Author
"Come on, Y/N," your mother hums as the two of you approach the large, unfamiliar castle that is looming over you. You are only six years old and have never traveled off-world before. It is an exciting yet terrifying adventure. You grip her hand tighter as she leads you across the bridge.
"Chin up, dear," your father hums as he stands in front of you, not bothering to look back. "Do us proud and you might just find a husband on this planet."
"A husband?" you gulp as you look up at your mother. Her eyes show no emotion. She looks straight ahead and pays you no mind.
"Yes, a husband. I expect great things from you, Y/N. We both do," your father replies.
As you approach the castle, your father speaks to the guards, informing them that they have come for the party that is supposedly in your honor. The guards lead your family through the winding halls of the castle. Your small steps can hardly keep up with the large guards and the pace your parents are walking at. The floral tiara, adorned with roses and leaves, on your head nearly falls off your head as you're led into a beautiful throne room.
There, you are greeted by the king and queen. "Ah," the king speaks as he approaches the three of you. "King Lucius Aurelius, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."
They welcome you with a warm smile.
"As to you, King Odin," your father replies with a nod of his head.
"I see you have brought the princess of the hour," King Odin smiles kindly at you. "What a lovely dress, princess," he then compliments you. Honestly, you're quite proud of the compliment. The gold dress that you begged your mother to allow you to wear is your favorite. And if you're going to meet your husband today, you want him to see you at your very best.
"Thank you, my king," you answer with a curtsy.
"And what manners, too," he chuckles. "The princes will be out shortly. I believe they're planning something for you."
You turn your attention towards the large door across the room. You can't help but be nervous at the prospect of meeting your future husband. You're so focused on the doors that you don't even notice your parents leading you away until they're dragging you along. Together with King Odin and the Queen, you enter the biggest ballroom you've ever seen in your life. The marble floors glisten under the lights and the large balcony doors are open, revealing the gardens outside.
"Wow," you breathe as you look around the room. "It's beautiful," you murmur as the king and queen thank you for the compliment.
Your father, not so happy with your comment which makes his kingdom seem lesser in comparison, clears his throat and shoots you a warning glare.
"So," your father then speaks, drawing the attention back onto him, "your children?"
"Oh, yes. Y/N, darling," Queen Frigga hums as she nudges you forward. "The boys will be down shortly. They have prepared a surprise for you. Go wait by the stairs," she then instructs, pointing towards the large staircase on the opposite end of the room.
Nervous, you nod and walk across the ballroom floor towards the large staircase.
"Y/N!" you hear a voice call. Looking to your right, you spot a blonde-haired boy, dressed in armor and a red cape.
He walks up to you with a wide smile. "You are Y/N, aren't you?" he asks, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
"Y-yes, I am," you nod. "Are you Thor? I've heard much about you from my father."
"Hmm," he replies proudly while putting his hands on his hips and straightening his back to appear taller than you. "That's me! Prince Thor!"
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," you smile kindly. "I hope we'll be good friends," you tell him as he holds out his arm for you to take.
"I'm sure we will be," he nods, grinning wider as you accept his hand. "Want to see a neat trick? I can pick up that whole statue over there!"
"Oh really?" you smirk, unconvinced. "Prove it."
"Watch this!" he then beams as takes you by the hand and leads you across the room. You gasp, your heart skipping a beat as he grips you tightly and drags you along.
"Thor! Y/N!"
Looking up, the two of you stop and turn to see the queen standing next to a smaller, dark-haired boy. He's dressed in green and black, and unlike Thor, the other boy's hair is slicked back.
"Y/N, this is Prince Loki. My brother," Thor explains as he releases your hand. "Loki, this is Princess Y/N."
You offer the prince a kind smile. "Hello, Your Highness."
"Greetings," Loki nods his head, keeping his eyes glued to yours. He then grips onto his mother's dress and hides his face. Loki rolls his eyes.
"So anyway, I was going to show you my trick. Are you ready to see it?"
"As I'll ever be," you chuckle.
Thor then sucks in a deep breath before approaching the statue. "This one's going to be great," he tells you as he reaches out for the statue. His fingers wrap around the base and, as if lifting something made of simply nothing, he lifts the statue high into the air.
You gasp as he tosses it from hand to hand, the weight seemingly having no effect on him.
"Okay, enough of that," the queen then shakes her head. "Place it back before you accidentally drop it."
"Yes mother," he agrees before placing the statue back in its place.
"Well done," you applaud him as he walks back towards you. "I'm quite impressed. I didn't think you'd actually be able to do it."
Thor's face lights up when he hears those words. "Thank you," he grins. "I think my brother wanted to show you something, too, but I don't think it'll be as impressive as mine."
You turn to look at the dark-haired boy. His face is bright red as he pulls away from his mother. She then pushes him toward you slightly where he freezes completely still.
"Was there... something you wanted to show me, Prince Loki?" you ask curiously.
"I, uh," he mutters, looking from Thor to you. Without saying more, he pushes up the sleeves of his suit. Then, with a flick of the rest, reveals a white rose out of thin air. "They're said to symbolize loyalty so I thought... well, it's nice to meet you."
With a soft smile, you accept the flower from him. "Thank you, Loki," you hum. "This is lovely."
He offers a shy smile in return.
It takes Loki a little while, but by the end of the night, the three of you are all playing like old friends. "You know, Princess Y/N, we have another brother, too," Thor randomly brings up in the middle of a conversation.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, his name is Balder," Loki adds.
"Where is he, then?"
"He's not allowed to attend the party tonight. Apparently, he kissed his nanny the other day," Thor informs you. "That's why it's just us here."
"Oh my," you chuckle.
"Thor! Loki!" the king's voice calls out to the three of you. Looking up, the three of you spot him waving in your direction. "It's time to say goodnight to Princess Y/N and her family. Come on."
"Coming father!" Thor nods as the three of you rush to the front of the ballroom.
Once your hand is back in your father's, you glance at your two new friends. Which one of them will become your husband? you wonder. Most likely, whichever is the oldest. Perhaps it will even be the one who kissed his nanny. But your parents did seem pretty sure that you'd be meeting your husband tonight... which just leaves the two.
When you glance between the two boys, you realize there's one you secretly hope it will be.
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After that night, your family has taken multiple trips to Asgard and attended dozens of lavish parties. Each time, you are able to spend time with both princes and the two of them become very important people in your life.
"Y/N, dear," your mother's voice hums as she approaches you in the garden. "Your eighteenth is in two weeks. The King and Queen have decided that on that day, they will decide which of the three princes will be the one to marry you."
"Really?" you ask nervously.
"Yes," she says as she sits down beside you. "Now, I know you are excited to go there tonight but remember, your father and I expect great things from you. You're a princess of Astoria. Do not forget that."
"Of course, mother," you agree.
"And the prince who marries you will bring us glory and honor, do you understand? So, when we get there tonight, I want you to behave. No horseplay. No silly games. We're here to make a good impression and find the prince who will marry you. Is that understood?"
"It is," you nod.
When the three of you arrive, you do your best to hold back from running to the two princes when you spot them in the ballroom. You can tell they're acting different this time, too. Neither of them smiles as they approach with their parents and Balder.
"Y/N," Thor greets as he reaches for your hand. He places a kiss on the top of your hand, earning a small scowl from his younger brother. You wonder if this is the way they'll be all night.
"Prince Thor, Loki," you nod politely.
"We're glad to have you," Queen Frigga hums as the three princes begin to walk away. However, your mother grabs you by the hand, ensuring that you don't walk away this time.
You spend the night talking to various members of the royal family, excluding the three brothers. Your mother makes sure to keep you away, knowing that you'll run off and never be seen again. However, towards the end, once she's had a few too many drinks, she loosens her grip and lets you slip through her fingers.
You rush outside first, determined to get a fresh breath of air. You've felt nothing but suffocating the whole night and you'd do anything to get away from it all.
"Y/N," you hear Loki's voice hum.
"Loki," you gasp as you turn to face him. "What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"I just needed some air."
"Ah, so did I," he agrees. "But also, I had hoped to talk to you. I saw you've been wrapped up in conversation with my parents all evening."
"Yeah well, I-"
"I get it," he nods as he approaches the balcony near where you stand. He then remains quiet as he looks out at the stars. You smile and do the same, leaning in towards him as you relax in the comforting quiet of the moment.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask after a few minutes.
"Nothing. Just didn't want to miss our time together," he sighs as he looks out into the darkness.
"Yeah, well, we probably don't have long. I'm supposed to be inside still, and I doubt my parents will let me out of their sight again. I'm sure they'll have the guards looking for me any second," you giggle.
"Is that so?" he hums, turning to face you. "My, you are so popular, aren't you?"
"Suppose the birthday girl deserves that, don't you think?" you grin.
"Of course," he replies, gazing into your eyes. You hate how he does that. It's like he's able to see right into your soul, feel what you feel without you ever saying a word.
"Y/N."
"Mmhmm," you hum, looking away as he leans in towards you.
"Are you looking forward to it?" he whispers as he tucks your hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger on your cheek.
"For what?" you ask, half stunned by his bold move. He's never acted like this before.
"You know," he hums, moving in closer, "for your birthday."
"I'm not sure," you shake your head. "I suppose I'm ready for whatever happens."
"Are you?" he asks, his face inches from yours.
You look away, unsure if you're able to handle him this close to you. "I am."
"Even if it were to be me?" he continues, and you are pretty sure your heart has stopped
"I think," you gulp, trying not to sound nervous, "that I wouldn't mind if it were you."
"Oh," he replies, still getting ever so slowly closer. "And if it isn't me?"
"Then, I'll have a husband," you answer, finally turning your gaze back onto his. "I suppose that is a good thing. Isn't it?"
"I suppose," he hums as his eyes flutter shut. Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours, causing you to pull back immediately.
"What was that?" you gasp, holding your hands over your mouth.
"A kiss," he answers, reaching out for your hand. "Was that your first?"
"No, I mean... Well yes, but- Loki, you can't just..." you mumble, unable to find the words.
"Do you not want to?" he asks, taking a step back.
"I... I didn't say that," you answer, your cheeks burning hot.
"You didn't have to," he chuckles as he moves back towards you.
You reach out, placing a hand on his chest as he comes near. "We shouldn't," you whisper.
"But isn't that what makes it fun," he smirks.
He's definitely not wrong. All you want is to kiss him again. You allow your eyes to flutter close, giving in to the temptation as he places his lips back on yours. This time, you kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.
"Y/N, is that you?" Thor's voice then calls.
The two of you pull away immediately, both out of breath and wide-eyed. Thor steps closer and your heart races. He looks between the two of you and raises a brow.
"Were you two-"
"Nothing," Loki blurts out.
"If our parents found out, they'd kill you, Loki. Actually, probably both of you," Thor warns.
"So, what do we do?" Loki asks.
Thor turns to look at you. "Nothing," he huffs. "It never happened." He then grabs you by the arm and begins to guide you back into the ballroom. "Your parents are looking for you. Time to go inside."
You look backward at Loki as Thor pulls you away. The hurt in his eyes hurts you. You've hope to god you never have to see that look again.
***
Two weeks later, on your birthday, your parents throw the most lavish party you've ever seen. They've invited thousands of people from all across the nine realms. Everyone, it seems, wants to meet the soon-to-be betrothed princess.
"Have you told her yet?" Loki asks as Thor approaches.
"Not yet. It's a surprise, isn't it?"
"But you're telling her tonight, right?" Loki whispers.
"Let me deal with it, you ass. You've already done enough to help out," Thor scoffs. "Besides, I think I can figure out how to propose to a princess after twelve years of being told how to do it."
"Well, excuse me," Loki huffs as Thor walks away.
"Y/N," Thor greets when he spots you standing by the cake, helping the staff turn it at just the right angle. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Thor!" you smile when you see him at your side. He snakes his arm around your waist and kisses you on the cheek. And as he does, you can see Loki watching the pair of you from a distance away.
"How have you been?" he asks.
"Good. My mother is quite nervous about the big reveal tonight. She's been rushing me all morning, and then when I wasn't dressed fast enough, she nearly threw a vase at my head," you chuckle.
"Wow, and your father? I bet he's excited," he adds, trying to distract from the subject as he leads you towards the center of the room.
"Yes, but I know he's worried too. I'm surprised that neither of them is hovering over me right now," you explain as you look around the room and spot them approaching Loki. Perhaps it will be him after all.
"Well, before all that happens, there's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums, stealing your attention once more.
"What is it?" you ask, looking around.
Before you can take in what's happening, he bends down on one knee, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing. Part of you wishes you could back away into a hole and not come back out, but at the same time, you know it would break Thor's heart.
"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"
"Y-Yes," you hesitate for only a moment before accepting. With a smile, he slides the ring onto your left ring finger and pulls you into a tight hug. You can't help but smile in the moment, knowing how proud both of your parents will be. But once he pulls back, and your two families come over to congratulate you, tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Locking eyes with Loki is different- and always will be- and now, you're not sure if you'll ever be able to face him again.
The party carries on and the announcement is made. The cheers are thunderous as Thor is officially declared your betrothed.
"I can't believe it," Loki sighs as he stands beside you. He's been watching Thor the entire night. You know he's been dying to speak to you, but hasn't had the chance until the rest of the room is drunk enough to not notice what either of you is doing.
"Can't believe what?" you hum, looking away.
"Part of me thought he wouldn't do it. Not after the other week..." he whispers, voice trailing off into nothing.
"What do you mean?" you then ask, finally glancing at him. "Did you know? Did you both know?"
"We did," he admits, staring out into the crowd. His eyes are filled with hurt, just like they had been the last time you saw him. "We've always known. We weren't supposed to tell you."
"Then why?" you frown, tears swelling up in your eyes. "Why did you-"
"Because, it was the only way I could have you."
"But, we can't-"
"I know. Believe me, I know," he grumbles, looking in the opposite direction of you now. "I'm sorry, Princess, I shouldn't have done it."
"No, I-"
"Happy birthday, Princess," he hums before walking away.
The tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and as you wipe them away, you realize you wish things could've gone differently. You wish Loki was the one you were betrothed to.
Suddenly, a pair of large arms wrap around you from behind and spin you around. You gasp as you hear Thor's laugh from behind you.
"You did so well," he grins. "You've made them so happy. You're going to make the perfect queen."
You bite your lip, hoping not to cry again. And as he puts you down and spins you to face him, he notices the tears in your eyes.
"What's wrong?" he frowns.
"Nothing," you shake your head. "Everything is fine."
"You're crying," he points out.
"I'm just really happy," you lie, managing a smile.
"Okay," he smiles in return, not wanting to push the issue. "Come on, dance with me," he hums, pulling you towards the center of the room.
"Thor," you giggle, trying not to trip over yourself as he drags you along. "I don't dance, you know that."
"Just follow my lead," he insists. "Like always."
The two of you dance until you're completely worn out. By the end of the night, you can't keep your eyes open, and neither can he. Leaning on him for support, you don't realize how close he is to you until his lips meet yours in a surprising kiss. You pull back immediately.
"Thor," you whisper.
"Right," he clears his throat. "I should, uh, probably get you back to your parents. Wouldn't want them to start a war."
"Yes, of course," you agree.
He offers a hand, which you take, and then leads you across the ballroom and back to where your parents are. You spend the rest of that night in a trance-like state. Time passes so quickly, that you can't believe the party is finally over. In the blink of an eye, you're back in your bed, looking up at the dark ceiling and thinking of what could've been.
***
The next time you visit Asgard, two different princes meet you than the ones you grew up knowing. The first greets you with a kiss on your cheek, rather than your hand, and wraps his arm around your waist. The second, who's dressed in gold and black, is not anywhere to be seen.
"Where's Loki?" you whisper to Thor as the two of you walk inside the castle together.
He sighs, shaking his head as he tries to find an appropriate way to explain what his brother has been up to for the past month. "Well, he, uh, is with another woman. You'll see him later," he explains as he turns to face you.
"Another woman?" you question, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.
"Y/N, it's not any of your concern," he insists. "Besides, it's not really serious. Don't worry about it."
"You expect me not to worry about the brother of the prince I am going to marry running around with a bunch of whores?"
"Y/N," he whispers sharply. "People are watching. You'll be careful to mind your tongue. Is that understood?"
"You're such an ass," you snap before walking away.
He follows closely behind you as you try and escape his presence. He catches up easily and wraps a hand around your wrist. "Don't rush off like that," he tells you, nearly sweeping you off your feet. Damn him and his annoying charm
"What do you want from me?" you huff, not bothering to stop him from pulling you close.
"Only a kiss from my betrothed, is that so bad?" he smirks.
You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to get caught up in his charisma. "Fine, just one," you agree.
He cups your cheeks and leans in to press his lips to yours. As he does, your mind wanders to his younger brother and how soft his lips had been. Except Thor is much rougher. Instead of feeling butterflies, you feel your back pushed up against the nearby marble column. And instead of feeling the warmth of his body, the cold marble causes your spine to ache.
"Oh, god, are you fucking kidding?" Loki's voice interrupts the moment suddenly.
Thor pulls back just enough to turn his head where he sees his brother drunkenly stumbling towards you both. But instead of rushing to his side, he kisses you one last time.
"Brother," he grins, letting go of you.
"Don't bother me," Loki growls.
"What are you so upset about?" Thor asks. "I was only kissing my future wife. Did your whore not love you enough last night? Is that why you're so pissy?"
"Fuck you," Loki huffs.
"Fuck me? Brother, you've got it backwards, haven't you?"
"Don't be a dick," you sigh, addressing both of them. "Let's just go back inside."
"Mmm, no thanks," Loki shakes his head. "I have a better idea."
"Loki," Thor warns.
"Shut up, Thor," Loki rolls his eyes. "You can go back inside and kiss the hell out of your future wife. But I'm going to grab a bottle of wine and have some real fun. Want to come, darling?" he asks, offering a hand out to you.
You glance from Thor to Loki. Part of you wants to go with Loki. To make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. But you know better than to cause a scene. If your parents found out...
"Maybe another time," you sigh.
"Fine, then have fun. I'm sure Thor will give you plenty," Loki snaps before walking away.
"That piece of-" he begins before you cut him off.
"Don't," you say.
"Don't what?" he snaps.
"Say whatever horrible thing you were going to say about your brother. You two used to be best friends. All of us were. You shouldn't talk about him that way. And besides, I'd much rather you come inside and get your parents' attention off of me for a little while," you add.
He sighs. "Fine. Whatever you want," he huffs, reaching down to take your hand. "Let's go then."
***
LOKI'S P.O.V.
Even after three months from when Thor proposed to Y/N, I haven't been able to get the damn scene out of my head. She looked so happy. As if she did truly want it to be him instead of me. But what makes me even sicker is the thought of our kiss. How it'll never happen again. And how no matter how hard I try to find it elsewhere, I know nothing will be able to compare to her.
The thoughts are haunting. There isn't a moment I'm able to completely clear my head. Not while I'm with other women. Not while I'm by myself. No matter what I do, I can't forget. And the worst part is that I'm not sure I want to.
"You've been awfully quiet," the woman kneeling before me whispers as she trails her hands up my leg. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," I lie as I place my hand in her dark hair. "Don't stop."
I close my eyes, doing my best not to think about the beautiful princess on her knees before me. But I fail miserably. She's all I can think about. I imagine the softness of her lips, the gentle touch of her hands, the sweetness of her voice, the warmth of her skin...
I gasp, opening my eyes as the woman pulls back, releasing me from her mouth.
"Did you-"
"Yes, sorry," I sigh, tucking myself back into my pants and pulling the zipper up.
"No need to apologize, my prince," she smiles quite proud of herself. "Would you like to stay here for the night?"
"Not tonight," I reply, shaking my head.
"You're so tense," she then says, climbing onto the couch beside me. "You need a release. A second release."
She's here right now. In the palace with my brother and my parents. I've always hated going to those damn parties every week since that night. I can't stand seeing the two of them together. And the worst part is that every week, she looks more and more like his princess. It's as if she was made to be his.
"I'll be fine," I insist, standing from the couch. "But if you'd like, you could accompany me to the palace."
"M-me, my prince?" she questions, her eyes going wide.
"Of course," I nod. "Why not?"
"A-Alright, then. Let's go," she agrees immediately, gathering her clothes.
By the time the two of us reach the palace, we're both drunk out of our minds. I hardly recall anything that has led up to this moment tonight, but to be perfectly honest, that's better than remembering it all.
"My prince," she hums as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Yes?" I hum, leaning in.
"Do you love me?"
I frown as I think back to the way I had last seen Y/N in this hallway. My brother had her pinned up against one of the columns, his hands in places they didn't belong.
"Do I love you?" I question, not answering her question. "Do you want to know something?"
"Mmhmm," she hums as she presses herself closer to me.
Without another word, I push her body up against that same column where Y/N had been with Thor. My lips crash into hers, my hands cupping her cheeks, and I allow myself to get lost in her. She tastes sweet, her body warm, and her curves are soft beneath my hands. I reach down to her thigh, pushing up her skirt before lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, her back pressed up against the cold marble.
"You're so warm," she hums, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "So much warmer than him."
I bite down on her lip, causing her to yelp in response.
"You shouldn't say his name when you're with me," I warn.
"Mmm, then punish me, my prince," she purrs.
I know Y/N isn't here with me now, but gods do I wish it was her. I'd have to keep her quiet, making sure Thor wouldn't hear us. She'd be so good for me. She'd listen. She'd obey. And her body... gods her body.
"Take me to your room," she pleads, drawing my attention back to her.
"What?" I reply, suddenly being brought back to reality. However, before she can say more, the door bursts open and we both look up to see Thor storming down the hall.
"Loki, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts.
I release her immediately and the girl falls to the ground, struggling to fix her dress. Behind him I see Y/N, dressed in the most beautiful golden dress. She always did look beautiful in that color. A true princess. A true princess who is staring at me with a look of shock and confusion.
"Brother," I smirk.
"Y/N," he then growls as he glances back at her. "Go back inside."
"Umm," the woman I was just with gulps as she looks between my brother and me.
"Leave us," I then order her.
"O-of course, my prince," she nods as she quickly scurries past us and back the way we came.
"Loki," Thor repeats, his voice low and threatening. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Enjoying the party," I smirk, unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.
"You're drunk. We have guests. Why would you do that here?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Go up to bed. And don't let Y/N catch you looking this way again. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," I wink as I push past him and head for the stairs. But, as I turn the corner, I spot Y/N's worried concern and it makes my heart stop.
"Is he alright?" she asks Thor as he approaches her.
"Of course, he's just drunk. Nothing new," Thor lies.
"Okay," she whispers softly, taking his hand. "Let's head back."
"Good idea."
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Requested by: @lareinaa007 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @evilcr0ne
Summary: I altered the storyline a bit I think cause I haven't read KOS yet sorry. Reader is one of the potential brides for the King. She doesn't like him, thinking he is stuck up for bringing all these princesses here to pick from. After he saves you from drowning, you have a heart to heart by the fireplace.
Wheels toggled over the gravely road. Picking up dust with it’s speed. Carriage wobbling around as those inside got shaken. You sighed annoyed spreading your arms to held yourself in place. – “Only a few more miles.” – One of your father’s loyal servants said. Practically his right hand, signed to accompany on this trip of potential marriage with the king. The wheel hit a rock, bouncing you up in the carriage. You landed back down, tiara moved forwards on your head.
It made you groan loud puffing some hair out of your face. – “You’ll have plenty of time to fix yourself once we arrive.” – he spoke adjusting his gloves. As if not effected by the rough terrain. You reached for your tiara, pulling it out of your hair. The second you raised it up, he clicked his tongue waving his finger in disagreement. – “It is already ruined.” – you puffed out. He gestured for you to set it back down.
“Do you truly wish for the king to see me like this?” – you mocked with a sarcastic smile. He cleared his throat making you roll your eyes. You set the tiara back down, handling it as best as you could around it. Tugging some loose strays aside as best as you could. Exhaling deep, you leaned back against the seat with your arms crossed. Osmo sighed briefly. – “Perhaps you could admire the view?” – he suggested with a gesture at the outdoors.
You brought your chest up a bit, taking a peek outside. Nothing but the same boring old road in sight. – “No thank you.” – you answered letting yourself fall back. Osmo sighed again pinching the bridge of his nose. – “Princess you have to work on your enthusiasm. How do you expect the king to pick you with this attitude.” – he said. You raised your eyebrow quick. – “Perhaps that is my goal.” – you answered with a sneer. Osmo straightened his posture, folding his hands together on his lap.
“Princess I hope I don’t have to remind you of your duties and the stakes?” – Osmo narrowed his eyes, mimicking a glance that reminded you of your father’s scowl. You sighed out obediently. – “No, I have not forgotten why I am here.” – you told him pulling your glove by your elbow a bit up. – “Meet the King, seduce him, become Queen and live an unhappy marital life with a king who chose me for simply how I look or how pretty I talk.” – you declared making Osmo clear his throat in disagreement.
“Princess!” – he slightly rose his voice making you raise an eyebrow. He apologized with a deep sigh only a father figure could. – “I am well aware of your disproval of this potential marriage but think of your duties. Think of our people, think of the alliances it could bring. Our lands are being threatened by Grisha. We cannot fight them.” – Osmo declared hitting you with regret and remorse.
“You are right.” – you answered folding to your duties. – “It doesn’t mean you should like it, but please try to see all the good from it.” – he reached his hand out to take yours. – “For our people.” – he gave your hand a good squeeze making you smile faintly at him. Having Osmo around was both a curse and a blessing. A curse for he would make sure you offer yourself to the king, not giving you any chance at escaping. A blessing for you had known him your entire life.
He had been there ever since you were born. Whenever father was busy with his duties Osmo would take the time and either entertain you or calmly tell you that now was not a good time to disturb your father and that he would make sure he’d come see you after. If there should by anyone by your side right now, it should be him. Your father’s most trusted friend and advisor. Osmo let go of your hand, turning his attention to a little notebook he pulled out of his pocket. You took a deep breath, looking outside. Your doom approaching closer as you saw the waters in the distance.
Once where the fold was far behind you. The carriage came to a stop by the castle. Osmo got out first, offering you his hand as you stepped out. The sight of many other eligible princesses, you swallowed nervously. – “There are so many.” – you whispered to Osmo who placed a hand on your lower back. Perhaps to keep you in touches range so you wouldn’t run. He guided you closer to the slowly growing larger crowd of princesses and their guardians. Some were personal maidens as others were captains of the guard. A few lords with a high status within the inner circle as you recognized the pin clipped on their uniform.
Each and all likeable in their own way. Osmo pushed you closer to a girl in a red dress. She glanced briefly to you with a whiff of attitude. It made you roll your eyes. – “Don’t pay attention to them.” – Osmo whispered to you. You coughed loud, waving your hand in front of you when a girl walked passed consumed by an overwhelming perfume. – “How can I not.” – you coughed out as the sensation tickled your nose. Osmo simply gave you a stare to not be so dramatic.
It made you shrug your shoulders as another carriage came to a stop at the castle. Osmo furrowed his brows, taking out his pocket watch. You peeked curiously at the time. He tugged it away once more, clearing his throat. – “What is it Osmo?” – you asked seeing him trying to overlook those standing before him. – “Why are we not greeted yet? Brought inside? Where are the king’s manners?” – he mumbled to himself. You didn’t agree mostly with Osmo, but now you were wondering it too.
“Perhaps he has already found a bride and we are simply gawking here catching flies.” – you said with a chuckle. Osmo sighed loud at your foolish attempt of a joke. – “I’m sure it won’t be long till the King comes and greet us.” – he answered. Looking around you noticed some others were getting suspicious of this unusual greeting. Perhaps he had forgotten he had invited so many eligible princesses from all around in the hopes to find a wife among them.
You were about to convince Osmo to leave as nothing was budging when the large doors opened slowly. In the midst of it appeared a figure in a blue uniform. You stared questionable at him as he stepped through the doors, clasping his hands together. A cocky smile on his lips. – “Princesses.” – he addressed rubbing his hands together. Some giggled at the attention of being addressed. – “It is an honor to all see you. I hope your travels have been well.” – he said as you immediately got from it that he was King Nikolai Lantsov. Some princesses answered.
“It has been well, your majesty.” – a girl in a green dressed dropped into a curtsy. Nikolai smiled pleasingly at all the attention. He clapped loud in his hands startling a few girls. – “Let us get to know each other. If you would all follow me.” – he gestured with his hand behind you. You and many others turned to see what there was. The king walked amongst the princesses as they made way for him to lead the way. – “Your majesty… are we not being welcomed inside?” – a bold one dared to ask him as she strutted beside him.
Nikolai smiled. – “You are all to be welcomed, just not inside.” – he gestured once more for everyone to follow him. Osmo nudged you to follow the king. A princess puffed loud beside you. – “He’s taking us outdoors. Doesn’t he know this weather is making my skin humid.” – she whined out pulling her gloves higher up than possible. The servant she was with started fanning her. The kings intention of meeting outside wasn’t much appreciated.
Many princesses were huffing and puffing at the hike they were forced on. You looked at Osmo with a glance how foolish this was. Osmo tried not to sigh loudly at that. – “He’s maybe an alternative type?” – he whispered to you not sure what to say to this idea. You hummed mockingly in agreement. You sighed loud at the sight of the sea. Nikolai smiled presenting everyone with his ship. – “Let’s all get on board.” – he said happily as some princesses groaned. – “Is this why we hiked almost through all of Ravka for a ship?” – you heard someone complain. – “My feet hurt.” – another one complained.
Osmo placed a hand on your shoulder. – “He’ll never pick them with their whining. The chances are growing in our odds.” – he told you making you roll your eyes. Even now he still only thought of your duty. All of you board his ship with the help of him. Nikolai was waiting at the top, offering his hand to every princess to help them on his ship. Osmo bowed to the king as he got on, helped out by one of the crew. You were just behind Osmo when a hand got practically shoved in your face.
“Princess.” – he said ever so sweetly it made you nauseous. You kept your hand by your side not needing his assistance. Certainly not from such a bloated king. Nikolai furrowed his brows when you ignored his hand attempting to get on it yourself. He saw you struggle a bit, placing his hand on your lower back. – “Allow me to help you.” – he spoke taking your elbow as well. With a shove, you pushed his hand off you. – “I can assist myself!” – you called out. Nikolai moved his hands back watching you try to get up.
“Are… are you sure you don’t need any assistance?” – he asked as you looked over your shoulder to him with a glare. The king swallowed laying off. Osmo came to the rescue pulling you on board. – “Don’t.” – you told him before he could give you a lecture. Osmo simply sighed deep as if once again unable to handle an untamed daughter. You joined the others gathering around on the ship. Once everyone was on board, got you lined up. Your guardians standing a few paces behind you. Nikolai went down the line, greeting each and every one in person. You puffed loud with a roll of your eyes.
How conceited you thought he was. This wasn’t a marital allegiance; this was a fair where the best looking animal got picked out to win a prize. You felt like a toy waiting to be possibly picked up by the king who wants to play with it. You heard Osmo clear his throat behind you, making you straighten your posture with a sigh. You couldn’t hide it away. You didn’t want to be here and it kind of showed. The king was nearing you as you tugged at your gloves. Nikolai said his goodbyes to the princess as his eyes met up with yours. He stepped to the one beside you, yet his eyes rested on you. You ignored his stare too stubborn to give him any attention.
Nikolai started speaking to the girl beside you but with haste. He didn’t take his time as he did with others. He took her hand, pressing his other hand on top of hers. He then moved on to you. – “Your majesty.” – you said dropping into a curtsy. – “I’m glad you have made it aboard my ship.” – he answered with a chuckle.
You found him anything but funny. Wanting to have this greeting over as fast as possible you introduced yourself. – “Princess Y/n.” – curtsying again. Nikolai whispered your name in repeat with a smile. – “Tell me Princess Y/n what are some of your likes.” – he asked making you snort loud. He raised an eyebrow with a funny smile. – “Am I that amusing?” – he replied chuckling. You favored him with a sarcastic smile. – “Is this the base you will find a wife upon?” – you asked him without any shame. Nikolai’s funny charade dropped. You clasped your hands together between the folds of your dress. – “Tell me my king am I pleasing your choice with my beauty or has this gathering given me the wrong impression?” – you leaned a bit closer to him with a big smile.
You could practically hear Osmo restrain himself from strangling you there and then. Nikolai chuckled nervously. You dropped into a curtsy letting him know to move on. He cleared his throat moving on, yet his eyes lingered on you. You caught him staring, trying not to give in to it. Once the King had spoken with every princess, the line scattered. Small groups of princesses got formed as the King mingled from group to group. You stood a bit aside with Osmo near the railing. Osmo sighed deep pinching his nose bridge.
“Y/n! Honestly did you truly have to make such a fool of the King?” – Osmo scolded with disappointment. You swallowed nervously, knowing he only used your name when he was truly cross or disappointed with you. – “There is too much at stake. Can’t you for once put your pride aside. These prejudices against the King have to stop.” – he told you.
You lowered your gaze, shoulders untensing. – “My apologies Osmo.” – you said softly. You never liked it when he was cross with you. The feeling burning hard through your veins. Osmo took a deep sigh grabbing onto the railing. – “This isn’t a game Y/n.” – he said looking up to the blue skies. Barely a cloud in sight. – “When will you grow up and take up your responsibilities?” – he breathed out as his words cut you deep. Blinking quickly you hoped to keep your tears at bay. – “I…I…” – you started wanting to apologize when Osmo tapped the railing hard. – “I’ll go fetch you a drink. Remain here.” – he spoke out taking his leave before you could finish your words. – “I’m sorry.” – you whispered out.
Grabbing onto the railing you exhaled loud. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a dazzling figure approach. The princess who had stood beside you in line was smiling rather wickedly at you. As if she had a devilish plan in her head, still debating to give in to it or not. You straightened your posture to her. – “Yes?” – you asked direct as she giggled amusingly with a hand on her chest. – “Why are you here?” – she asked bluntly. – “Same as you.” – you answered with a gesture. – “To woo the king in marrying one of us.” – you replied with little intention to mock her. She scoffed loud. – “Is this a joke to you?” – she called out crossing her arms.
“Why are you here when you are clearly not interested.” – she said loud untangling her arms again. – “Forced?” – you replied with a shrug of your shoulders. The princess turned her head seeing the King look your way with a certain glance in his eyes. It made her grit her teeth. You weren’t even trying yet it seemed the King was interested in you. – “Unfair!” – she suddenly called out giving you a little shove. – “Hey!” – you called back in shock. The moment she saw that Nikolai was occupied in a conversation she grabbed you by the arms. – “Let me go!” – you said trying to break free.
“You don’t deserve the King.” – she grunted out pushing you hard against the railing. With a bit more force was she able to toss you overboard. You lost your balance, toggling over the railing into the cold waters. A splash washed up when you hit the water. The splash caught everyone’s attention. Nikolai’s gaze flashed in your direction immediately spotting you were gone. He quickly pushed some people aside wanting to reach the railings fast.
Grabbing the railing hard, he stared over it down to the waters. The vibration of the water letting him know something had disturbed it. He didn’t hesitate to jump after you. There were loud gasps when Nikolai jumped over the railing into the water. Your head emerged above the water, sputtering out water. Waving your hands around, you felt yourself sink more at the weight of your dress. Your head went under again, water clouding your vision. – “Princess Y/n!” – Nikolai called out swimming over to you.
The moment you went back under, he took a deep breath, going under. The water was cold, colder than he expected, yet it didn’t stop him. Underwater he saw you sink deeper into the emptiness of the waters. Nikolai swam and dove down after you. He scooped his arm around you, kicking his feet to change his position under water. Head upwards, he started kicking his feet to reach the surface. He felt the weight of your dress in his arm, but despite it he didn’t let go. His breath was nearing as he needed to breath fast. His head emerged above water, gasping loud.
Your head came above water too as he wiped his hand over your cheeks in a useless attempt to dry you. – “Princess Y/n. Princess Y/n can you hear me?” – Nikolai spoke staring desperately at you to give him a sign of life. Your chest spasmed as you coughed up water. Nikolai straightened your posture a bit so you wouldn’t choke. – “Thank the Saints.” – he breathed out brushing his thumb against your cheek.
You slapped his hand away, teeth clattering. – “Get me out of the water!” – you called out, seeing the spectacle from above. Nikolai noticed them as well, nodding. He helped you swim closer to the ship where you both got helped back on the ship. Water drenched the deck where you stood, dripping from down your dress. Osmo dropped his drink at the sight of you drenched. – “Y/n!” – he shouted running up to you. Nikolai snapped his finger as two of his crew ran over with blankets. Nikolai took them from him, placing one over your shoulders. – “Saints Y/n, What happened?” – Osmo asked in a panic.
You were shivering to the bone as Nikolai draped his blanket over your shoulders as well. – “We need warmth.” – he said placing his hands on your shoulders. Another blanket got brought for the King as Nikolai accepted it. He guided you off the ship, Osmo close. Leaving his other guests unattended. They all whispered and blinked confused as they were requested to safely leave the ship and gather back on the mainland. You were rushed into a carriage with the King and Osmo.
You were still shivering as the King ordered the carriage to go faster. The moment you arrived at the castle; you got pushed around by Osmo who followed the King. – “In here.” – Nikolai said standing by the door. Osmo pushed you inside. – “She needs to get out of those wet clothes.” – Nikolai ordered with a point. Osmo nodding pushing you behind a screen. The King went across the room disappearing behind a screen as well. – “I can handle it.” – you told Osmo who wanted to help to a certain point.
You shoved him back as he bowed and left. You started undressing, pulling the weighed down dress of you. It dropped with a loud thud to the floor, leaving a small puddle of water. There was a knock on the door as it opened. – “New cloths your majesty.” – a girls voice came through. You saw a pair of hands appear behind the screen offering you clothing. Never once you saw a face. She then hurried over to the King to do the same. – “You better get dressed warmly.” – you heard Nikolai say from across the room.
The dress was rather simple compared to the one you had been wearing. No jewels embroidered on it or any sparkles in sight. Dressed, you came from behind the screen at the same time as King Nikolai. He gave you a smile gesturing at the fireplace. You sat down before it as Nikolai came sitting beside you. Holding his hands out to warm them. – “Are you warmer?” – he asked as you slightly shook your head. He looked around for something, spotting one of his jackets he wore on his travels. You watched him get up and return with the jacket. Laying it over your shoulders. He then came sitting back beside you.
You took a deep breath, wiping your cheek a bit dry. – “This is not how I imagined to stand out.” – you sighed out. – “Oh standing out you sure did.” – Nikolai answered with a chuckle. You shot him a glare making him smile even more. You sighed again, pulling his jacket closer by your chest. Nikolai swallowed softly. – “You know… I have a feeling you don’t want to be here.” – he asked cautiously making you snort loud. – “Understatement.” – you answered. Nikolai looked with pity at the flames. – “I never met anyone who could make finding a wife feel so unpersonal.” – you added sparking his curiosity.
“I do have to admit it is an easy way. Simply invite every eligible princess in all of Ravka and she’s ready for the picking.” – you chuckled softly staring at the fires. – “Tick off a few boxes, illiminating those you don’t find pretty or smart enough.” – you didn’t mean to laugh, but it was rather funny to you. Nikolai hummed deep. – “You are right.” – he said making you turn to look at him surprised. – “I was ticking off boxes… I guess I lost the care when the pressure of finding a wife increased.” – he continued.
“So this was not your idea? To pick and take the Princess of your liking?” – you asked. – “No.” – Nikolai laughed out. – “I was far from thinking about marriage… but duties…” – he sighed out. – “Tell me about it.” – you responded. Nikolai glanced at you, nudging your shoulder with his to cheer you up. It made you smile. – “I like your smile.” – he said catching you off guard. – “It’s real. Not formed, twisted, or turned but genuine.” – he added.
Slowly your heart started to warm up to him. Something you didn’t think possible in the beginning. – “I like yours too.” – you responded. – “It’s simple, playful and honest.” – you told him as a smile formed on his lips. – “Are you any warmer Y/n?” – he asked as you hummed staring lost in his eyes. Nikolai stared right back at you guiding his hand to yours as he took it.
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