the colors of the night makes the city perfect, her eyes just like honey, the voices in the streets, music coming from fast cars, everything is so alive. I loved this moment so much. check my instagram for more pictures Paolo Raeli
[The wonderful @bloomsbury made this fantastic art of Dany x Jon in Pride and Prejudice annnnnnd I just couldn’t help myself!!! (I have permission to post fyi!) I’ve NEVER written this kind of AU before, but I’m a big Jane Austen fan, so this was a must for me. ANYWAY. It’s pretty traditional as far as Austen goes ESPECIALLY when Liz and Darcy meet, so I hope you like it!]
Read on Ao3 here! Annnnnd due to many a positive feedback I’m going to be turning this into a story I guess! Thanks for reading and for the encouragement guys.
“Father says you are to meet Mr. Drogo at the ball tonight. If you’re lucky he will pick you over that insufferable Stark or Lannister girl… ” Viserys snarled with lips pursed and eyes narrowed as he look down on her, scanning her face and light purple dress carefully. Reminding her that he had been left in charge with a single gaze.
Dany knew there would be many men looking for wives at this ball. She also knew that for every eligible husband there would be two times as many sneaky rat like men with a daughters or sisters they wanted to trade for lands and wealth. This was just the way of the world, and she knew it. Marrying for love didn’t happen… it was gold and copper that mattered and Khal Drogo had a mountain of it.
Viserys and her father were ambitious, she’d give them that. They didn’t want just any man to wed her, they wanted one of the richest and most successful men in England. Mr. Drogo was wealthy in ships, horses and men. He was perfect in her fathers eyes and as much as she didn’t want to marry him, or any other man… She didn’t have a choice. She never had a choice.
“We need this. It is your duty, dear sister… Don’t forget it.”
Daenerys never liked when her brother ended with those words. Especially when it came to topics such as this… Topics about her life that she wasn’t allowed any say in. It drove her mad. Just as mad as the rumors about her father had been… She dreamed of a life where she would be free to make her own choices and do as she please, but she also knew that life would never exist. So instead she listened to his words of duty, and orders of obedience.
Today her duty was to impress, so impress she would.
Before she knew where the time had gone they were already entering Meryton. She walked through the doors of that beautiful estate in awe, as her lilac eyes slid to each bright color and the bustle of movement around her. In the moments she walked slowly up the stairs towards the shuffle of music filled feet and booze filled laugher she felt her heart growing anxious.
Dany had never been to a ball before. Not one of this size, with this type of crowd, or these kinds of expectations… She didn’t even really know where to start, so she made her way towards the servers circling the room with elevated trays of crystal. When one came close enough she snatch one from the pedestal with a small smile as she bring the cool glass to her lips. Drinking slowly as she try and spot the man her family expect her to enchant…
But before she could get too deep into her search she felt two slender fingers poking her in either side of the stomach softly. Daenerys turned in a panicked jump to see Sansa Stark wearing the widest smile she’d seen her wear. Sansa looked beautiful; she was wearing the most gorgeous green gown that complimented her hair and eyes perfectly.
Daenerys smiled wide passing a tight hug around her, for a moment forgetting what was expected of her. “It’s so wonderful to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”
“And I’ve missed you.” Sansa released her, sliding her hands down both of Dany’s bare arms until she reached her hands, holding them within hers affectionately. “How long have you been here? You didn’t come find me sooner?” She smiled again leaning forward playfully. Her voice was soft and lined with excitement.
“I only just arrived. My brother always was one to be late…” She said with a sigh. “You know how he can be.”
“Do I ever.” Sansa replied with a softer more sympathetic smile. “Shall we? It would please me to introduce you to Mr. Bingly…” Her lips curled mischievously as her eyebrow raised.
Daenerys knew just what that look was and she couldn’t deny her friend her moment to brag. After she roll her eyes playfully she smiled back allowing herself to be pulled forward through the crowds of dancing and drinking people.
“My father tells me that you’ve been spending quite a lot of time with Mr. Bingley…” Dany’s voice was singsongy as she teased innocently. She’d heard many great things about him, but this was her best friend and she didn’t trust that any man could be good enough for her.
Sansa turned back lowering her posture as she grabbed Dany by the arms again lightly. “He’s a good man, Dany. I swear it. Father would never make me wed him if he wasn’t – I didn’t me…”
The both of them realized what had been alluded, and Daenerys could see the remorse spread over Sansa’s pale face. She knew they all had duties in this life, but it made her hopeful that at least Eddard Stark wasn’t the same kind of man her father was…
After a moments pause Dany softened her gaze and continued. “Oh I know, Sansa. If you’re fond of him, then I like him… honest.”
“Wonderful. There’s something else… I think you might be interested in Bingley’s friend, Jon. I’ve only known him a short while, but- Oh, don’t look at me like that.”
And just like that Dany stopped to look to her with lilac eyes spread wide in confusion. “I’m fairly certain there isn’t a man here that I’d be interested in.” She was confident as she eye the space around them. Playing for just a moment with the idea that she was in charge of such decisions…
Sansa scoffed shaking her head as she pull her forward once more, playing along just the same. Her voice only a little insinuating. “One of these days, Dany. Someone will catch those eyes of yours.”
Daenerys wondered if it were true. If she’d ever find a man that didn’t disgust her, or one she could love. Granted she didn’t know many men and the men she did know weren’t the best examples. But even if she didn’t find love or happiness, she’d do what she must.
Today her duty was to find a husband, so find a husband she would.
Sansa turned sharply standing close to Daenerys from almost a foot above; causing Dany to nearly spill what remain in her glass over the both of them. “What?” She asked wide eyed scanning their gowns for any sign of a mess.
“Over my shoulder… the one to the left is Bingley. The other is Mr. Snow…”
Dany slid her head to the side eyeing both men carefully. Bingley was tall, and had a head of hair nearly as red as Sansa’s had been. The man beside him was just as tall but broader shouldered and had darker more burdened eyes. His hair was black as night and was half pulled back from his eyes.
“Who?” Dany asked mocking confusion as she narrow her eyes on them watching Bingley smile and laugh with those around him and as this Jon Snow stare brooding and bored beside him.
“Jon!” She whispered loudly, as though the answer was obvious. Noticing only a second too late that it was.
“He looks miserable, Sansa. You must’ve known I’d find that the opposite of interesting.” Daenerys still stare at the two as she reply back in a low whisper. The noises of the party almost buried her reply within them.
Sansa thew her eyes over her shoulder and let her face drop in disappointment at the sight. After another sigh she turned back towards Daenerys with a smile and light eyes offering a weak reply. “Oh, you’re right… But he can’t be worse that that man your brother is talking to, can he?” She signaled behind Daenerys towards her brother and Mr. Drogo. “Plus, he’s at least twice as wealthy and I doubt Viserys or your father would argue with that…”
Daenerys dare not look, for if she did he’d summon her immediately. Instead she nodded briefly before speaking again. “I suppose you’re right… Well go on then.” She finished as Sansa pull her lightly by the hand once more making the final stretch forward.
“Sansa.” Mr. Bingly spoke with admiration as his eyes light up at the sight of her. It was clear he was enamored, and by the look she returned it was obvious she felt the same. “Are you enjoying the ball?”
Daenerys stood with hands linked in front of her as she eye this Jon Snow as sneakily as possible. He was rather handsome, she had to admit. But when she lock eyes with him he dart his gaze almost immediately away, leaving her puzzled in both mind and across her face.
“It’s lovely, Bingley.” Sansa stepped closer to him still holding Dany’s hand within her fingertips. They shared a look of devotion before Sansa spoke again, with a lighter voice than before. “This is my dear friend, Dany Bennet. She’s sister to Viserys Targaryen…” Sansa put a hand softly on Dany’s shoulder as she look to Jon.
“It is lovely to meet you, Dany.” Bingley smiled sincerely as he lower his head to a bow. “This is Jon Snow. He’s an old friend of mine.”
“Mr. Snow.” Dany addressed him as she look to his face once more. This time he’d already been staring at her, and he wasn’t looking away. But he didn’t speak either… He just look at her with lowered brow as if he were severely inconvenienced by the whole thing.
Bingley threw Sansa a bewildering glance before changing his gaze to Jon in full. They all noticed the way he stare at Dany under furrowed eyes with lips set lightly together.
After a moment of silence Jon took a slight breath in before lowing his head in a low bow finally speaking towards his feet. “If you’ll excuse me.”
The three of them watched open mouthed and wide eyed as he turn and walk gracefully through the crowds. Dany’s eyes changed further, this time she was upset, and maybe even a little angry. She’d never met this Jon Snow, and yet he was clearly partial to her. Not even Sansa’s soft hand to her shoulder was enough shop her her gaze from lowering to a disappointed glare.
“That was rather rude…” Sansa spoke as she look to Bingley for any sign of what had happened.
“I’m sorry, Miss Bennet. He-Jon must be very tired, it was quite the ride from Pemberley…” Bingly sent her sympathetic smile, hoping that was consolation enough.
“You needn’t apologize for the actions of others, Mr. Bingley.” Dany sent him a soft smile as she place a hand above Sansa’s elbow, giving it a light squeeze before turning to find any place that was not there.
Daenerys wished to be outside or alone with Sansa even, but she knew her brother would want to see her by now… The night was progressing and he’d expected her ages ago, yet here she was offending strangers with mere looks and hellos. Rather than wake the dragon she complied to his warnings in her mind, offering her prettiest of smiles as she walk towards Viserys where he sat with Mr. Drogo.
Today her duty was to charm, so charm she would.
They spent well over an hour talking of less awkward things and before long she’d almost forgotten completely about this Jon Snow and his inability to be polite. That was until she heard him talking to Mr. Bingley just behind her… He must not have seen her there; that or he really was just as cruel as the other men she knew.
‘She is barely tolerable.’ Dany had heard him say…
More time pass as Daenerys tried to ignore the annoying bubbling she felt stirring low in her stomach. She felt that sickness light a fire within her as she repeated his word over and over in her mind…
Who did this Jon Snow think he was? Why did he feel like he knew her well enough to judge her worth within a few short seconds… She said but two words to him, and yet he seemed so indifferent to her.
That’s when she saw him… All of a sudden there he was. Just standing across from her between Mr. Drogo and her bother, doing nothing but looking right at her. His hands were hidden within his dark slim coat pockets, and his brow was just as low. Dany looked around suddenly seeing Sansa and Bingley standing closely behind Jon as they speak quietly to each other with soft smiles.
Daenerys pulled her lips tighter and swallowed down the knot forming in her throat as she lock eyes with him once more. How long had be standing been there? Better yet, how long had she been staring at nothing in silence as she fixated on his…
“Daenerys is quite the beauty don’t you think, Mr. Drogo? When she was only 15 there was a gentlemen so taken with her, I thought he’d ask for her hand…” Viserys paused looking to Daenerys with a side smile.
This was when she realized what they’d been talking about… All of a sudden she was embarrassed, and her heart began racing inside her cage of a chest. She was embarrassed he’d speak of such things to strangers, she was embarrassed this Jon was here to hear them…
But still she didn’t speak, she just stare into this Jon Snows dark eyes he hid beneath roughened brow .
“Pity… However he did write you some lovely poetry before didn’t he, sister?” Viserys was almost condescending when he spoke, but he knew just how to speak to weave a spell; and by the way Mr. Drogo looked over his sister, he knew he’d done it again.
“Poetry is more suited for driving away love if you ask me.” Daenerys said back sharply. The surprise even she felt at her response wasn’t visible on her face, and she hoped Viserys wouldn’t tell their father… Something in the way Mr. Drogo was looking at her told her he wouldn’t though.
“I thought poetry was the food of love?” Jon interrupted Mr. Drogo suddenly. He didn’t look to anyone but Daenerys when he spoke with heavy eyes and arms fastened firmly behind his back.
“Perhaps if it were a fine love… But I’m convinced if it is only a vague inclination, well, such words would kill it dead.” Dany replied flatly. She didn’t look from him once, but she noticed all of the eyes moving towards them both. “Some words cannot be put back once spoken, Mr. Snow.”
“So what is it you do recommend?” Jon asked back curiously, tossing the smallest of glances to those around him as he shift his weight then look back to her.
“Dancing… If ones partner is barely tolerable.” After a second she took a deep breath, watching as he shift his dark eyes back towards Bingley who was now at his side, and as Sansa look to her with lips slightly parted.
“She is a dragon after all…”
Dany watched the wide smile that spread over Mr. Drogo’s mouth as he narrowed his eyes on her as he began to laugh… Dany knew that look. That was the look her father wanted, the look Viserys needed… Moments later Viserys and the others joined in on his loud laughter. But not Jon. And not Daenerys.
After a second she slid her eyes from her brother and Drogo’s pleased faces back to Mr. Snow. He had already been looking at her. Again. But this time in those dark eyes was a look she didn’t know so well. In those moments neither of them spoke, and that unknown stare sent a strange wave through her that ended low then spread like a warm wave.
In an instant she curtsey with forced smile and turned abruptly making her way from the ball.
Today her duty was to to be content, but content she was not…
“She/Her pronouns today,” Dark said quietly to Wilford, passing him on the way to the meeting room. Most of the other egos were already there, ready to spitball ideas for how to take over Mark’s channel and then eventually just end up doing their own things for the rest of the day when that fell through.
Wilford nodded in reply, continuing to work on his most recent script without a second thought. Dark nodded back, feeling a bit more satisfied. It didn’t really matter if Wilford knew it was a feminine day because they almost never talked one on one, and she would murder him if he said anything to the other egos, but she felt just a little better knowing that at least one person knew in the long run.
She couldn’t let the other egos know about her past and risk them thinking she was weak. That meant they couldn’t know that she wasn’t one person. That she was the conglomeration of three broken people, pushed together into one being fueled by revenge and betrayal. That this caused her to have days where Celine- wonderful, beautiful Celine- would be more present, causing Dark to prefer she/her pronouns.
As Dark walked closer to the room, she could hear The Host casually narrating the things happening inside the meeting room, a common nervous tick of his when there was too much silence. He had explained once before that it was because without any sound filling the void he felt like he was sans two of his senses instead of just one.
Dark pushed open the door, quickly assessing the room in a single glance. It seemed that she was the second to last ego in today, Wilford being the one lagging behind as always.
The Host continued his rambling. “Darkiplier walks into the room. She strolls over to her chair, then stops, staring at The Host in concealed shock. Everyone in the room looks at her.”
It was true. Dark was staring at The Host, barely concealed shock tearing at her seams, rippling through her form.
“Shut. Up. Host.” She grit out, wringing her hands in the air like she was gripping something that wasn’t there. A familiar reflex from the past.
This is not how she wanted to be outed. If she had her way, she’d never be out, no matter how male pronouns felt like knives sometimes. She couldn’t let them think she was weak. She couldn’t afford it.
“The Host does not understand. He was simply narrating what she was doing,” Host replied.
Everyone in the room could see Dark’s shell beginning to crack, although instead of the red and blue echo that usually surrounded her when it happened, this time it was almost entirely red.
“Um, Host, I know you’re blind, but Dark isn’t a woman,” Bim spoke up, finally gathering the courage to break the thick silence that had descended upon the room.
“She is today. The Host is never incorrect. He simply narrates the world around him.”
“I know you liked to manipulate people’s lives when you were The Author, but I thought you were past that, Host,” Silver Shepard admonished, trying to stop The Host from making the situation any worse, lest they bear the full front of her ire. “You can’t try to change a person’s identity for your own amusement.”
“The Host is not manipulating anything,” Host replied, words more tense than before, not wanting to be challenged on something he held pride in being exceptionally skilled at.
“You can’t just change someone’s sex, Host,” Dr. Iplier said angrily. “Dark is a ma-.”
Suddenly, everyone stopped, frozen in their tracks as the color seemed to drain out of the room from every corner. Dark was twitching violently, her shell cracking at the seams, a thousand splinters trailing down her body. No one knew what was going to happen next until-
Dark froze. Wilford had come up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She whirled around and in the corner of her eye she could see the egos flinching back, prepared for her to lash out at Wilford. Instead she simply stared at him, relaxing just slightly as she saw him standing there, a comforting and familiar presence.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said, motioning his his head toward the door and guiding her away from the room with his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t protest for once. None of the egos said anything as they left, afraid to shatter the tentative peace that might have just saved their lives.
Once they were outside the room and walking down the hallway, Wilford asked softly, “Do you want me to help you put on some eyeliner?”
She was about to scoff and say that she could do it herself, but she stopped herself. She knew she honestly couldn’t- Celine’s muscle memory in that regard hadn’t translated to this body- and she really did want to have some eyeliner on.
“Fine,” she replied stubbornly, letting Wil lead her to a room out of the way. There he began to apply the dark eyeliner around her eyes with perfect accuracy, not saying anything else, just letting the comfortable silence surround them. They didn’t need words.
Wilford. Her oldest friend. Her old lover in one sense, despite the fact that she was no longer that person and neither was he. It was in these moments that she felt the most peaceful. The most human. Where the rage and revenge that fueled her existence seemed to simmer down just slightly, allowing the three people that fused to create her to calm, reminding her of the old days. The days when it was just her and Wilford, where she didn’t always have to worry about enacting her revenge on the man who stole her- Damien’s- body. Reminding her of the days when she was three separate people, none of them weighed down by the constant agony of murder and desire for vengeance.
After Wil completed her eyeliner he moved on to bringing out some black nail polish, carefully applying it to her nails without a word.
They stayed like this for a long while, falling into an almost meditative state, the repetitive action of painting her nails lulling them into a calm trance. Finally, the silence was broken as Wilford stood up.
“I’m going to go… talk to the others,” he said, pulling out his gun with a wink and a smirk. Dark didn’t do anything to stop him, simply watching him leave with the shadow of a smile gracing her lips.
She could work with this. The others could know her identity, and if thought her weak because of it then she would simply show them the full extent of her powers until they understood exactly what she was capable of. Then none of them would ever question her again. That is, if Wilford didn’t get to them first.
The next week when Dark was feeling feminine again and walked into the meeting room ready for another day of accomplishing nothing, The Host narrated her walking to her seat with feminine pronouns. No one even blinked.
Romance Cliches to Avoid: Whether it’s in your plot or subplot
Hello, it is I, the frenchiest fry.
So here’s a small list of cliches to avoid when writing up that romance bit of your novel, whether it’s on the front plan or on the sidelines eating cheetos.
Evil other woman: attacks heroine for getting too close to the hero. Also, always there to contrast the “good” heroine because readers can’t tell who’s good or bad unless you deliberately put a character that embodies it. A+.
Evil mother: usually the rich one that opposes the relationship (for my K-Drama fans, think every damn chaebol drama out there I’m looking at you Boys Over Flowers)
City woman ends up in the country, meets very hunky tanned muscled country boy who can’t stand city girls because they’re too pristine (contrast Hannah Montana the movie and Under The Tuscan Sun (the good example is the latter))
Virginal naive heroine gets paired with the male slut and relationship expert. Male also leaves behind is womanizer ways to be with this naive virginal woman. Because she changed him. Somehow. ?????
Matched up via will of a dead relative (a personal favourite. don’t do it.)
Misunderstandings that can be resolved in 1 minute. I didn’t sleep with her, pinky swear.
Bad boy no redeeming qualities + good girl, no personality = ???????????????????????? a pile of horse shit that’s what bad boys are called bad for a reason. would you eat bad eggs? no. they’re bad for you, they’re rotten. goodbye.
Heroine can’t form a sentence in front of hot guy and blurts out the randomest thing like “OATMEAL” and runs away. It aint cute honey just don’t talk to him. Awkward conversation is acceptable.
Nothing consensual (ulless of course you’re going for that, but don’t GLORIFY IT FOR FUCKS SAKE) which means no surprise kiss, or sleeping kiss.
glasses make a woman automatically ugly and she needs an entire chapter dedicated to a makeover. but when men wear glasses all women become hoes
mysteriously your hero is always at the right place at the right time to swoop in and save the heroine. that doesn’t happen in real life. how many times was i stuck in the rain without an umbrella? WHERE WAS MY KDRAMA LEAD WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST- ahem
perfect guy falls for boring girl (low self esteem, struggling) Disclaimer: i’m not saying that because you have a low self esteem and are struggling in life that you’re boring. but it seems that authors put it that way, and they also can’t write for their life that someone is struggling. There’s a difference between a complex validly struggling character and the boring struggling character.
Love at firs sight: y’all. Unless it’s unexpected and the greatest example is this: remember in Princess Diaries, Mia had this thing for that backstreet looking boy with the blond hair and tanned skin that hung with the cliche blonde bitch (collective sigh) and he was perfect in her eyes and she was always day dreaming but once she got her makeover, he was a huge dick? Like major ew?
Heroine’s issues are magically solved by the hero. Depression? What depression? I can watch him take his shirt off to chop wood every morning and hot damn do I need a bath. Poverty? What poverty? Father in jail? What? DID YOU SEE THOSE PECKS????
“I DON’T NEED A MAN TO SAVE ME- Oh hey let’s get together after I clearly tossed you to the side like a sack of potatoes”
The man always runs his fingers through his hair. At every occasion. Happy? Fingers to hair. Sad? Fingers through hair. Angry? How is his hair still silky and bouncy and not at all greasy.
Ah so having a thin waist, big boobs, and being a virgin is the recipe for low self esteem? Even after the author clearly describes you in ways that would never make you as plain as you put yourself to be? What’s your secret, need me some of that.
Only the hero sees how beautiful she is, what about the others around her?
This honestly made me angry, but y’all feel free to add your own cliches!!
Hello, if you're still taking prompts could you do #33 with Marichat or Ladynoir? (BTW love your stories!)
This is horribly overdue. I’m so sorry this took so long, I was caught up with other stories, life, and just recently suffered a bad case of writer’s block :/ I picked the Ladynoir side of the love square (although it’s probably not in the way you’re thinking). Still, I hope you enjoy this :)
about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”
You may not know it, but being a noblewoman could be very
difficult at times.
Such were the Lady Marinette’s thoughts as she finally
managed to sneak away to the snack table. A young Lord had been trying to
request a dance with her for the better part of ten minutes, causing her to
nearly flee every time he came in her sights. Luckily, just when she thought
she was cornered, she was able to pair him with her best friend.
“I’m going to kill you,” Lady Alya had silently mouthed when
she was led to the dance floor.
Marinette giggled to herself as she swiped a chocolate chip
cookie from the very top of the pile on the silver tray. Not many women were
eating them in order to ‘maintain their figure’ but Marinette didn’t really
care about that. She’d eat what she wanted, whenever she wanted.
She looked around at the sea of guests, at all the colorful
masks that adorned their faces. Her parents decided to host a masquerade ball,
thinking it to be romantic and mysterious. Marinette thought that the idea was
intriguing, but she didn’t really think anyone to be romantic or mysterious. It
was just like any other ball she’d been to, with no one in particular standing
out among the crowd.
She wanted to tell her parents that real life was vastly
different from fairy tales, but she knew it would crush their hearts,
especially since they wanted her to have a whirlwind romance of her own.
Marinette sighed in defeat, resigning herself to picking out
a stranger to dance with just to appease her hopeless romantic parents.
“Is the princess not having a good time?” a masculine voice
Startled, her head whipped around to see a man leaning
against a nearby pillar. He wore the traditional finely-made garb befitting of
someone of the noble class, yet it was completely black, save the swirling
designs of green beside the buttons on the otherwise coal black jacket.
Around his equally green eyes sat a black domino mask, but
with cat ears on the ends. His blond hair lacked a refined style, instead the
golden locks were wildly tousled. However, instead of looking like a common
vagrant, the look suited him perfectly.
His lips were stretched into a wide smile, a row of
pearly-white teeth exposed in the process. She noticed the man had rather
nicely chiseled features. This, combined with all his other traits, made him
However, her heart was already taken.
“I am not a princess, sir,” she replied, a corner of her
mouth arching in interest. She had a feeling that whoever this man was, he was
going to prove to be riveting company.
“You could’ve fooled me, with how every man’s eyes are
fixated on you alone,” he purred flirtatiously, abandoning his spot by the
column to saunter closer to her.
She snorted in mirth, finding that she liked this stranger.
Sure, his flirting was a little over-the-top, but it wasn’t at all creepy like
how some lords spoke.
“I find that hard to believe,” she disputed with a grin. “It
doesn’t matter anyway, since I’m not interested in any of them.”
“Too good for them?” he asked. His tone was still teasing,
yet his eyes shined with something else. For a moment she thought it seemed
like he was testing her, but she quickly wrote it off as paranoia.
“No, it’s not that. The person that I really want to dance
with isn’t here,” she admitted. She had a mask on, so no one except for Alya
knew who she really was. So she supposed it was okay to tell a few truths for
one night, provided she was careful, of course.
She sighed, recalling how her statement had been all too
true. Prince Adrien was far out of reach, and honestly she shouldn’t have
expected him to show up to her modest estate, even if it was for a ball. She
met him a few months ago when his father had invited all the noble families to
a formal dinner, hers included.
They didn’t get off on the right foot, though.
When it was time for the dinner, she ended up being one of
the last few to enter the dining room. She had been caught up in a conversation
with Alya in the sitting room beforehand, delaying her arrival. When she did
show, she was dismayed when she found a splash of red wine decorating the
bottom of her cherry wood chair, with the Crown Prince himself squatting next
Since she couldn’t berate him without receiving a harsh
reprimand, she chose to coldly glare at him as she picked up a napkin from her
place on the table to wipe it. Prince Adrien tried to stutter something out,
something probably apologetic, but she silently rebutted every attempt for speaking.
Finally, when the dinner was over, it was discovered that it
had started to rain. It was sunny before, so naturally no one brought umbrellas
with them, thus resigning everyone to a wet and soaking fate.
However, right as she was about to step outside into the
steady rain, the Prince appeared…with a black umbrella in hand. He explained
that he was about to wipe off the wine when she had suddenly appeared. He
didn’t try to soil her dress at all, and was simply in the right place (to
clean the chair), but at the wrong time.
Hearing his honest words and expression persuaded her to
forgive him. Afterward, he gave her the umbrella to use so she wouldn’t get
And that was the moment when she fell in love with the sweet,
They saw each other a few more times after that. He was just
as friendly and amicable, but she could barely respond to him without
embarrassing stutters and stammers. He was perfect in her eyes, so excuse her
for being a little anxious to talk to him.
“Who do you admire that so rudely didn’t show up?” the
stranger asked with a quirk of his lips.
She shook her head. There was no way she could tell anyone
that she was interested in the Prince, mask or not.
“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that, Chat Noir.”
She supposed it was a good nickname; it suited him
considering his attire. Besides, she couldn’t keep mentally referring to him as
a stranger or just simply ‘he’.
“Chat Noir, hm?” he repeated, a far-away look appearing in
his eyes as he stared above her head, a finger tapping chin in thought.
He grinned, returning his attention to her.
“I like it. Although I suppose you need a nickname now, too.
How about…” he trailed off, inspecting her up and down to determine the perfect
moniker. Abruptly he snapped his fingers, something that Marinette didn’t
understand how he accomplished, considering he wore black gloves.
“Ladybug!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. “For your red dress
and black mask. And it’s also perfect since black cats are a symbol of bad luck
while ladybugs are for good luck. We’re like yin and yang, my Lady.”
The last two words rolled off his tongue in such an alluring
way that caused the Lady’s heartbeat to momentarily quicken. With a light
dusting of pink on her cheeks, she slightly shook her head, dismissing the
sudden spike of attraction for him. ‘Chat Noir’ was just a charmingly amusing
character, one that she didn’t romantically admire.
“Ladybug,” she echoed aloud, pursing her lips as she
considered the potential identity. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she
seemingly decided, presenting Chat a coy smirk. “I like it.”
He mirrored her expression with a gleeful gleam of his own in
“I knew you would,” he boasted in jest, straightening his
shoulders and raising his chin in the air, giving off the appearance of a
conceited aristocrat. She smiled and rolled her eyes when he placed a flattered
hand over his heart. “Since everyone loves my ideas.”
“Really? And who would ‘everyone’ be?” she asked
sarcastically, playing his game. “The other stray tomcats in the village?”
“My Lady, whoever said I was a stray? For all you know, I
could be of royal pedigree.” His lips curved into a strangely unsettling smirk,
as though he knew something she didn’t. “For all you know, I could be the Crown
Marinette laughed, making sure to quickly press her lips
together as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to politely cover up the
loud chortles. After all, it was rude for a well-bred lady to have her mouth
wide open in laughter. Women were supposed to be demure and polite, always
looking at their best.
She hated this social construct, yet she was doomed to follow
through with its requirements anyway.
Once her giggles died down, she turned to face the grinning
“I’ve met Prince Adrien before, and I can confidently say
that you’re nothing like him.”
“Indeed?” he remarked, almost sly.
“Yes, indeed,” she
insisted with another giggle. “Prince Adrien isn’t like you at all.”
“And if he was? Would you admire him any less?”
Marinette visibly flinched, taken aback by his conclusion.
With disbelieving eyes and reddened cheeks, she ducked her head down to avoid
his eyes. How did he realize she had feelings for the Prince? This was bad,
very bad…if he knew who she was he could tell Adrien, and then Adrien would
never love her back and word would spread and she would become the laughing stock
of the entire kingdom! She would be lonely for the rest of her life and die an
old maid, while Adrien would pick a beautiful and worthy princess to marry…
She forced herself to take a deep breath through her nose.
Marinette. Maybe you could convince him that he’s wrong.
With that mental pep talk, she straightened her shoulders and
faced him again.
“I don’t admire him, well, not more so than anyone else. I
don’t admire him in the sense that you’re thinking of.”
“Really? Because from what I hear you do admire him, more so than anyone else.” He smirked
wickedly, eliciting a nervous gulp from the stiffening maiden.
“The ‘how’ isn’t important,” he quickly dismissed with a
careless wave of his hand. “What matters is the ‘why’. Why do you fancy Prince Adrien?” He clasped his hands behind his back
before walking in front of her line of vision. She was positive that if they
were alone, he’d be circling her like a hawk about to catch its prey.
“Is it for his riches? His looks? His palace? Or is it simply
a matter of competition, in which you must win the grand prize?”
Marinette narrowed her eyes. Nevermind that this cocky feline
somehow knew who she was (he didn’t say her name, but he had heard of her
feelings for Prince Adrien, so therefore he must know her identity), but how
dare he assume her affections were based on purely artificial things?
“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme
violence,” she informed him, her tone hard as she crossed her arms in front of
“So it is true, then?” he guessed with a bitter grin,
followed by a scoff. “I guess our dear Prince will forever be resigned to a
life without true love. Pity, I heard he was interested in quite a lovely
woman, too. Warm, kind, a bit clumsy, but beautiful inside and out. Tis a
shame, although I suppose it’s very well that he caught himself before he fell
Marinette was now glaring daggers where Chat Noir stood, her
teeth bared in an infuriated snarl. She ignored the jab to her heart from his
mention of another woman that Prince Adrien was interested in, instead focusing
her anger on his grave mistakes of her character.
“Now you listen here, Chat
Noir,” she spat, pointing a finger to his chest. “My feelings for Prince
Adrien are real, and not based on his
title, or his riches, or looks. I didn’t even like him until I saw how kind, forgiving, and generous he could be.
I love him for who he is as a person, not for what he could afford or what he
could give me.”
She took a deep breath, her fury beginning to simmer.
“And while I know I have no chance of him ever returning my
feelings,” she continued in a much less hostile tone than before, bordering on disheartened
acceptance, “I just want to make it clear that I do truly care for him…even if
he loves someone else.”
The man in front of her stared seemingly in awe at her words.
His green eyes were blown wide as his cheeks gradually shifted into a rosy
color. For a few, tense seconds all he could seem to do was peer at her with an
emotion Marinette couldn’t place, his reaction garnering her confusion.
Why was he looking at her as if seeing her for the first
time? It caused a shiver to run down her spine, a good thing or a bad thing,
she wasn’t certain.
At last, he appeared to snap out of his self-induced trance,
a corner of his mouth curling up in a fond smile.
“I apologize for making such inaccurate assumptions of your
feelings, My Lady. I see now that I was in the wrong.”
He held out a gloved hand to her.
“Would you allow me to make it up to you with a dance?”
Marinette pursed her lips, not relenting on the glower she
sent his way.
“How is a dance with you going to make it up to me?”
“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent dancer,” he boasted,
shooting her a wink. “And I’ve been trained since early childhood in the art.”
His smile faltered as his expression shifted from cheekiness to remorseful. “I
really am sorry for making those false accusations about you. It was completely
unjustified. Can you forgive me?”
Marinette sighed, her features relaxing in the process.
She supposed she could understand where he was coming from,
since most girls only wanted Prince Adrien for his title or looks. How was he
to know that she was different, that she didn’t care about that stuff?
Well, she did consider him to be the most handsome, gorgeous
man she ever saw, but that wasn’t why she liked him.
Anyway, Chat was just making a conclusion most likely based
on the Prince’s numerous, other female admirers. He was also quick to apologize
once she informed him on how wrong he was.
She was set on dancing with Prince Adrien and him alone for
the night, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to show up. And, she’s been
itching to dance…
“Alright, Chat Noir, I will dance with you. But you must
promise me something first.”
A part of his forehead rose. She guessed he was raising an
eyebrow at her request.
“And that would be?”
Her blue eyes hardened.
“You must promise not to tell Prince Adrien about my feelings
for him. Swear to me you won’t!”
Chat looked baffled at her demand.
“Because!” she hissed, pointing at him for emphasis. “He’ll
reject me and then everyone will find out and then I’ll become the laughing
stock of this kingdom for thinking I ever had a chance with him and then I’ll
never be able to leave my house again! So do not tell him, understand?”
Chat, to her surprise and indignation, had the audacity to chuckle.
“I don’t know why you think he’ll reject you, you are a lovely woman.”
When she only blinked at his enunciation of the words,
oblivious as to what he was getting at, he closed his eyes and sighed for a
“Regardless,” he continued after he opened his eyes, flashing
her a grin. “I won’t tell him. Cat’s honor.”
He placed his right hand over his heart as he made the vow,
at the same time he raised his left in the air.
While she was skeptical of the sly expression he wore, he did
promise not to tell Prince Adrien. She mentally scoffed, figuring he only had
that look because he was only going to tease her throughout the night for her
“Very well, chaton. I’ll dance with you.”
His eyes shined with satisfaction, looking very much like the
cat that got the cream.
The next day, after the hype from the ball had long ago worn
off, Lady Marinette was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter addressed
solely to her. She figured it to be from Alya, no doubt in order to berate her
for leaving her to dance with a stranger.
The thought made her giggle before she accepted the note from
Only for the amusement to immediately die down once she
observed just where the letter came from. With wide eyes and a new, nervous
rhythm of her heart, she broke the wax seal and flipped the paper open.
I hope you
are having a wonderful morning. I apologize for not being able to attend the
ball your family hosted last night, for I was caught up with other duties. I
hope you are able to find it in your kind heart to forgive me.
If you were
not at all busy today, I was wondering if you would perhaps consider spending
the afternoon with me at the palace. Besides having lunch and strolling around
the grounds together, there is something I would like to ask of you.
request is for you, and you alone, My Lady. Of course, you are free to decline,
either the request or the visit, or even both if you so wish. Although, I will be
honest with you, in that I very much hope you decide to come.
If you do
wish to visit, please send word soon after you have made your decision. If not,
please kindly disregard this note and I shall never bring up the subject again.
Crown Prince of France
“Marinette?” Sabine asked whilst entering the dining room.
Her head tilted in confusion upon seeing her daughter’s flustered state. “Are
you alright? Who is that letter from?”
But her daughter couldn’t answer, for she promptly swooned
and fell right out of her chair.
Don’t worry, she was fine and able to go to the palace xD
Okay, I think you might be on to something. I heard that Kagami and Luka are more than just "love rivals/interests" for Marinette and Adrien and that the latter two will both get more character development, so I think that could be it. Kagami could end up teaching Adrien to start using his head and being more logical and focused, and Luka to Marinette, I'm not sure, but you could definitely be right about Adrien and Kagami.
I really hope so, I would prefer that a lot more than Kagami for to be Marinette’s third love interest. And I do like the idea a lot more that she helps Adrien realize that he should start thinking before he rushes in, which is something he does need to work on.
Yeah, Luka and Marinette are a bit harder development wise, that I can see so far.
For Marinette and Luka, it may be same, only he helps her with her heart. With her emotions. Marinette has tendencies to overthink, which can lead to her freaking out, or she can be too focused and give poor Chat some fright.
If Kagami helps Adrien improve with something that LB hasn’t been able to get through to him, perhaps Luka will help Marinette with something Adrien/Chat haven’t been able to do. Help her stop overthinking, help her calm down.
Although, with her having Alya and Tikki to help her focus when she overthinks, maybe not? Also, confidence-wise, Marinette knows that she’s capable, and when down, just a bit of encouragement from Tikki or Alya and she’s good to go. The big difference is that Plagg and Nino definitely don’t tell Adrien he needs to cool it, and for sure that is something Adrien does need to work on.
Maybe Luka will just be Adrien’s true love rival, and another to help push him to develop. It is surprising that Marinette doesn’t have anyone persisting to pursue her, she is very accomplished and very nice, I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing someone actively pursue her more like Chloe has done with Adrien. That could end up a good mirror to Adrien-Chloe; Marinette viewing Luka as a friend she gets along with, while Adrien is bothered and jealous, we all know that he’s very easily jealous, and Troublemaker may start a change in his feelings for Marinette. Maybe Luka will be a true push for Adrien to pursue Marinette, or maybe he’ll help Marinette see that Adrien isn’t so flawless. Maybe he’ll help open her eyes that “perfect-Adrien-who-can-never-do-any-wrong” can do a wrong.
For sure that is something Marinette does need to see, does need to see that Adrien isn’t perfect, that he can make mistakes, can be selfish, and petty, and a damn good liar.
It’s hard to say, but that’s what I can predict for Marinette-Luka. For sure I’m hoping that both will bring Adrien some long overdue development.
It was hard finding
love after Steve, he was everything someone wanted in a person and it was
especially hard for Diana since he raised the bar so high. She learned to live
with it, with the secret life she lived, it was easier than trying to balance
two things at once but it was a lonely life. As much as she tried to ignore it,
she had a longing to love somebody and for somebody to love her. It was a
silent wish that she never thought would come true which made her heart sink
until she discovered a little ice cream parlor in downtown London.
Diana was always
looking for good ice cream so, when she heard of a new little parlor she immediately
took it as a responsibility to try it out. It wasn’t a far walk from where she
was so, she strolls down the streets of London, watching all the busy people
hustling up and down trying to get where they were going. When the parlor comes
into view, she notes the cute little sign with swirly writing hanging above it
and she smiles, having the thought of already loving the place. She walks in
observing the place decorated with modern décor but with just enough color and the light chatter to give it a warm feeling. She’s so transfixed with looking around, she almost forgot she
was there for ice cream.
“Hi! What can I
get for you?” Diana turns from where she was looking and her body instantly freezes.
She is met with a bright smile and vibrant eyes and she doesn’t know what to do
as her stomach feels as if butterflies are flying around, voice caught in her
throat. She hasn’t felt this way in a very long time and she can’t seem to snap
her gaze from the cute ice cream server in front of her. She shakes her head,
trying to rid herself of the overbearing thoughts as she gives a nervous chuckle.
“Hi! Um… I’ll have
the, uh, the…” Diana stumbles out awkwardly as she looks at the flavors, trying
to hide the blush rising into her cheeks and she hears a small giggle from
behind the counter. She looks up and sees their sparkling eyes as they smile
“You look like
someone who would like chocolate.” They assume as they point to the brown ice
cream with a smile and Diana swears it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen. She
can only nod, eyes still fixed on them as they begin to scoop the ice cream onto
a cone and they sprinkle colorful sprinkles on top before adding a perfect
cherry. They hand her the ice cream, friendly smile still in place. “There you
go.” Diana stares at the frozen treat in her hand before looking up and
meeting their eyes.
“Thank you. How
much do I owe you?” Diana asks as she begins to fumble with her wallet and they
shake their head, giving a dismal wave of their hand.
“Don’t worry about
it. It’s on me.” They insist with a warm smile and Diana’s eyes widen with
surprise before shaking her head.
“No, no, I can’t
take this for free, please.” She tries as she begins to dig in her wallet for
money, not wanting them to give it to her out of pity of how awkward she’s been
but a small laugh stops her from rummaging for cash.
“No, please, It’s
my pleasure! I’m (Y/N) by the way.” They state quietly, a seemingly shy part of
them coming out at their introduction and Diana’s heart melts at their sudden
“I’m Diana, it’s
very nice to meet you.” Diana greets and (Y/N) smiles that smile that has her
knee’s going weak. Diana returns one, heading for the door before taking a lick of her
ice cream and she closes her eyes at the sweet taste that hit her taste buds.
She stops just outside the door while giving a satisfied moan. She was definitely
coming back and not just for the ice cream.
It soon became a
regular thing for Diana to come to that ice cream parlor. (Y/N) would always
choose new flavors for her to try while adding cute little things on top and to
say Diana loved it was an understatement. (Y/N) would always ask about her day or
what she did for a living and she couldn’t help but feel totally comfortable
around them while answering. She began to crave the time they had together, it
felt like a drug, she was addicted and she wanted more. She wanted to know
everything about them, every little detail, she wanted to see them outside the
parlor and she wanted to have the warm feeling she feels with them, all the time.
They were not perfect but damn, they were perfect in her eyes. She was so in
love with (Y/N) and she prays to Zeus they felt the same.
Diana couldn’t help
herself anymore, she had to tell (Y/N) or her heart might explode so, before
heading to the parlor, she buys some white daisies. She stands nervously
outside the parlor, staring through the window at (Y/N), who is wiping down the
counters, and she gives a deep breath before entering. They look up, beautiful
eyes meeting hers and an excited smile grows on their face. “Hey, Diana! (Y/N)
chimes happily as they toss their rag into the sink, wiping their hands on
their black apron. “I didn’t expect to see you today. Do you want something?”
They question as they already begin to get a cone out and Diana nods with a
smile, biting her lip nervously. They scoop up some mystery flavor, adding some
nuts on top before handing it to her.
“Thank you! I bet
it’s delicious.” Diana smiles out and (Y/N) grins as they wash off the scooper.
She wills her nerves to calm down but they only intensify when she meets their
occasion? Someone special?” (Y/N) asks, pointing to the white flowers in Diana’s
hands and she freezes at the question. This
is it, come on, Diana, you got this.
“Oh! Um, yeah…”
Diana stumbles out and she mentally slaps herself. What in Zeus’s name was that? You’re a god for heaven’s sake, this
should be easy, she chastises to herself and her brain goes on panic mode
when (Y/N)’s smile drops.
“Oh, well, they
must be pretty lucky. You best not keep them waiting.” (Y/N) mutters out with a
forced smile as they try to distract themself from the beautiful woman in front
of them and they fail to notice the small smile growing on Diana’s face. They
look up right as she holds out the flowers to them and they stare with wide
eyes, going back and forth between Diana and the flowers.
“I guess I shouldn’t.”
Diana confesses with a huge smile and (Y/N)’s shocked expression slowly turns
into one of relief and a bright, beautiful smile develops on their face as they
run around the counter to tackle her into a hug before connecting their lips.
Diana is initially shocked at the sudden contact but soon relaxes before kissing them back in a slow
romantic kiss before both pull back out of breath, staring into one another’s
eyes with happy smiles.
“You know, you
didn’t have to buy all that ice cream to come visit me.” (Y/N) chuckles out
joyfully and Diana can’t help but giggle herself.
“Both were worth
it.” Diana claims before leaning in to kiss (Y/N) again. One thing is for sure,
Diana loved ice cream but she definitely loved (Y/N) more.
A/N: I’m having feelings after the Padafamily picture, OK? Sue me.
“Daddy are you gonna take me?” your daughter Juliana looked up at her father, wide eyed and inquisitive as always; her hazel eyes a perfect match for his.
Jared smiled his curious smile and shook his head quickly in confusion. “Take you where Jules?”
“To the work,” she said, sticking out her hip and leaning her hand on it just like you did. You laughed from your spot in the kitchen as you watched the scene unfold. For a five year old, she was sassy as hell.
“To my work?” he asked, holding back a laugh.
Jules rolled her eyes, “Yeah Daddy, it’s ‘Take Your Child To Work Day’. So you take your child to your work.”
Jared nodded, pretending to consider her question. He rubbed his chin and hummed. “Huh, well, it just so happens that Mommy has some scenes this week, so we’ll all be going to work tomorrow.”
It took a moment for the information to make it’s way past all the attitude, but finally Juliana understood and a bright smile grew on her little face. She clapped and ran into Jared’s open arms, squealing as he lifted her into the air with ease. “Thank you Daddy!”
SUMMARY: It’s been 2 years since Sebastian’s fiancé died and his friends and family have been telling him to move on because that’s what’s best for him. Then, one day he suddenly bumps into you and theres an instant connection.
WARNINGS: language. mentions of alcohol. ANGST.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: -insert chrissy teigen grimacing face gif- sorry lmao. also, i’m gonna say i skipped to like 5 months into dating here. so it’s still pretty fresh.
You weren’t sure how many times you had seen each other or when you started leaving your belongings at one another’s places but when Sebastian asked you to be his you couldn’t help but squeal and kiss his entire face, saying yes over and over again.
You were there for each other when things got hard and when things were going great, like when you got promoted at the hospital or when Sebastian finally booked an audition.
Although, it made you a little sad that he had to leave for filming for a while, you were really happy to see him get back into the game. He seemed happier, lighter.
“Would it be okay if I called you princess?” A voice whispers into my ear. I laugh rolling my eyes.
“What do you want Maynard?” I ask turning around to face him. We’re stood in a basically empty library, I was previously glancing over the many shelves.
“Go on a date with me?” He says grabbing my hand in his softly.
“We’ve been through this,” I say shaking my head averting my gaze from him and back to the many books. I pull my hand away from him to pull out a story.
“Yes,” He begins,“But I’ve also explained to you that I’m not that guy anymore.”
“Prove it,” I say crossing my arms over my chest, silently challenging him.
“Fine,” He says spinning on his heel, walking away from me.
What has gotten into that boy?
It had been a few days since the encounter with Jack at the library and I hadn’t seen him since. Joe and Conor have both tried to call me, but each and every time I would decline their calls. But today the both of them had been calling me constantly.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath answering the phone, “Hello?” my voice thick with annoyance.
“Finally,” Conor’s voice comes booming through the phone, “Have you been online today?”
“No?” I ask skeptically.
“Open your laptop and log into twitter,” Doing as he says my eyes trail over Jacks most recent tweet.
It’s a screenshot of a note that he had written on his phone. It reads,
There is this girl. She’s the most beautiful, smart, kind, funny. She’s perfect in every way imaginable. Her H/C hair, Her beautiful smile, her lips, her nose, her arms, her legs, her hands, her feet, Each and every part of this amazing human is absolutely perfect. Her eyes, her gorgeous H/C eyes, it’s my favorite color. She’s my best friend. She’s the single most intelligent person I know. But she has one fault… she doesn’t realize how amazing and beautiful she is.
My eyes well with tears.
She gets prettier and prettier each and every time I see her. She’s outstandingly gorgeous, but that’s the least interesting thing about her. She makes me laugh so hard that my sides ache, Smile so big that I feel that my cheeks are going to tear in half. She’s an absolute weirdo, but that’s one of the main reasons I like this girl.
“Y/N?” Conor’s voice breaks my thoughts.
“I need to talk to your brother,” I say distractedly, Searching for a jacket.
“No need, he’s outside your door.” Conor hangs up after that. Placing my phone down on the counter top, I rush over to the door, opening it at lightning speed.
“Jack,” I breathe, Eyes raking over his bashful face, and down to the bouquet of roses. My hands come up to cover my mouth.
“Okay, I’m going to ask you this one more fucking time,” He laughs making me laugh, “Y/N, you are my best friend, Will you please be my girlfriend?”
I bite my lip nervously, taking a step forwards towards him I place my lips on him softly.
With loud traffic passing behind her, MC pulled open the door to the shop making sure that her sunglasses were pushed up all the way. MC looked around the shop seeing the most obscene of toys and other objects. In the very back of the shop painted with red walls there stood a door. Very few people knew about what was behind the door, but MC walked to the counter after picking up a basket. “How may I help you?” the cashier asked.
“I’d like to go behind the door,” MC spoke softly placing her debit card along the glass counter.
“What’s the password?” the cashier replied with.
“Slave,” MC replied as the cashier handed back her card. The cashier moved from behind the counter to lead MC through the aisles and finally unlocking the door. MC went through and looked around the dimly lit part of the store.
MC took off her sunglasses and placed them in her hair. Along the few aisles of the back there stood all of the BDSM items and lingerie reserved for the richest of the rich. MC hummed looking at the black lace two-piece that she put in the basket. A black crop caught her eye and she threw it in.
Beacon Hills was a town full of supernatural creatures and my friends and I were right in the middle of it. While other people our age were busy with normal teenager stuff like who was wearing the coolest clothes and the newest gossip, we fought against a pack of alpha werewolves, saved people from being killed and besides that, we tried to handle our personals lives as well.
Author’s Note: I never write stuff. (I’m not just saying that. I’ve honestly NEVER written a fic.) but I listened to Perfect approximately one billion times and I could not get this scene out of my head. Thank you sooo much to @wildegreenlight for being my kind beta and @jenn582 and @thefinalhorcruxx for being my cheerleaders. Without them it’s unlikely I would have bothered to finish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The song faded to an end and Ron pulled away from the girl clinging to his waist, looking down at her with a lopsided grin. He could hardly believe they’d been dancing since he’d impulsively whisked her away from Krum.
Hermione gazed up at him, slightly breathless, a question in her eyes.
“Follow my lead,” he winked, took her hand and spun her through the other dancers past the edge of the makeshift dance floor and out through a gap in the marquee.
After the suffocating warmth inside the tent, the fresh air felt brilliant on his skin as he turned to face her, “Hermione… can I show you something?”
Her cheeks were flushed from dancing and her curls were wild, escaping from the intricate updo she’d worn to the wedding. She looks perfect.
“Of course, Ron.”
Was he mental or were her eyes actually sparkling?
The sun had long since set, but the breeze still had a warmth to it. They slowly made their way through a field towards a small pond with a rickety dock. Ron hoped she wouldn’t notice that they were still holding hands or if she did, he silently begged that she wouldn’t let go.
Ron dropped himself unceremoniously onto the end of the dock, tugging his shoes off and quickly shoving his holey socks into them. He cuffed up the edge of his trousers and let his legs dangle over the edge, bare feet skimming the water below.
“Sit with me?”
Hermione laughed and slipped off her own shoes. Ron reached a hand up to help steady her as she settled down next to him. “What are we doing here Ron? I have seen this pond before you know…. many times.” She smiled up at him and playfully knocked her shoulder into his so he’d know she wasn’t actually upset.
“I… well. Yeah, no. I just…”
One hand went to rub the back of his neck and he took a deep breath, “I just wanted to spend a few minutes alone.” She arched a questioning eyebrow at him. “I mean, alone, with um.. yeah.. you.” His eyes flicked to hers briefly and then focused on the pond in front of them. He could feel the blush literally climbing his neck. Good one Ron. Real eloquent. Bloody ‘ell. Eloquent! That’s the kind of word he should be using. Not ones like ‘um and yeah.’
He felt her hand gently cover his, he turned his ever so slightly and his pulse quickened when she intertwined their fingers.
“This was a brilliant idea Ron,” she smiled at him. “After meeting so many new people tonight, the idea of being alone for a few minutes sounds wonderful. Alone… together.” There was that twinkle in her eyes again. He could get lost in her eyes.
As they sat there, holding hands in the silence, Ron gathered every bit of courage he had and started to slowly move his thumb across the soft skin of her hand. Hermione let out a breath he didn’t realize she’d been holding and her head gently fell to rest on his shoulder.
She’s an angel. I don’t deserve this.
He’d lost track of how long they’d been sitting together when the sudden sound of music from the reception broke the spell they were under and he quickly stood up, brushing his trousers off, “Suppose we should get back before they send the twins to find us, yeah?”
Hermione rose slower, trying to straighten out her dress. She looked beautiful in that dress. She always looked beautiful, but his heart near to stopped when she’d walked out of the Burrow in that dress. She followed him off the dock and onto the grass, looking self-conscious as she tried to tuck the flyaway curls behind her ear, “I’m a mess.”
His heart beat faster and suddenly he didn’t care if his mum sent every single one of his siblings and Aunt Muriel out to look for them. She looks perfect. How can she not know? “Dance with me.”
“Here?” she almost giggled. Hermione almost giggled..!
“Yeah,” he nodded his head towards the tent, feeling encouraged by her reaction, “I love this song.” He extended his hand.
She smiled at him shyly from beneath her lashes, dropped the heels she was holding in one hand and bypassed his extended arm to lay her head on his chest.
His breath caught. What the bleedin’ell was she trying to do? kill him?
“I love this… song too.”
Ron swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. They’d been dancing together all night, but this time it was different. Familiar and yet completely new. Intense. It felt, somehow more; dancing in the dark, barefoot on the grass, with her between his arms.
They swayed together, the soft melody of a song in the distance floating in the air around them.
Life was about to change, it was going to be them against the odds. He should be terrified, but Hermione was the strongest woman he knew and Ron finally knew what he wanted. What he needed. The girl in his arms, and he was not going to give her up. They’d be alright this time.
Ron stilled and looked down, Hermione’s eyes were closed but her face was upturned towards his and there was a smile on her lips. He whispered beneath his breath, “darling, you look perfect.”
Her eyes flashed open and his heart pounded in his chest. Had he said that outloud?
Her smiled widened and she raised up on her toes, her face inches from his. He saw his future in those eyes. He lowered his lips towards hers….
CRACK! The sound of someone apparating nearby startled them apart.
“Oi!!! Ronnikins! ‘Ermione!” the sound of Fred’s voice echoed from across the field, “Are you out here? Mum’s gonna go spare if I don’t get you two back before they start the next round of toasts.”
Ron took Hermione’s hand and smiled a bit apologetically, but this time he had the confidence to lace their fingers himself. Someday… someday soon.
Request from Anon:Halsey - Sorry and Now or Never?
Be prepared for angsty stuff, (it’s also a little cliche) and remember that requests for the Hopeless Fountain Kingdom series are still open! Hope this is okay, enjoy x
I’ve missed your calls for months it seems Don’t realize how mean I can be ‘Cause I can sometimes treat the people That I love like jewelry
Leaving her had been the hardest thing about it all. He remembered the way her face fell when he’d told her he was leaving. That she couldn’t come with him.
That they were over.
Theo looked at his phone, at the numerous missed calls from her. The most recent one was yesterday, no doubt there would be one later today. Every time he saw her name light up on the screen, the temptation to answer was overwhelming.
But he knew he couldn’t. He didn’t want to drag her into this, into this whole pack debacle.
The phone rang, her photo reaching Theo’s eyes. The toothy grin, the eyes he wanted nothing more to get lost in.
Y/N. The girl whom he loved. And the one he’d let go.
He’d chosen power over her. And part of him thought it was the worst mistake of his life.
'Cause I can change my mind each day I didn’t mean to try you on But I still know your birthday And your mother’s favorite song
He remembered the day he’d first met her. The day he’d asked her out, the day of their first kiss.
He remembered the first birthday present he’d gotten her. A necklace with her birthstone as the main attraction. She’d never taken it off.
He remembered when she showed him her favourite song. Well, technically, it was her mother’s but it soon became hers, and his, when they had their first dance to it. He remembered holding her to him, his hands on her waist, hers around his neck fiddling with the strands of hair that lay there.
He remembered the day when she saw what he was. She saw the fangs, the claws, the golden eyes. He’d expected her to scream, to run. But instead, as he stood there, eyes searching hers, she stepped towards him, took his face in her hands and kissed him.
“You’re not a monster, Theo.”
He remembered how he’d thought she was so wrong.
So I’m sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me
Walking into class the next day, alongside Scott, Y/N was all that played on Theo’s mind. She’d called again earlier that morning, causing Theo to throw the phone across the room.
It was no use to him now. But he didn’t care. All he wanted was her.
He missed her next to him in his bed, missed her snuggling into his chest. He missed waking up to her in the kitchen, missed his shirt drowning her frame. He missed holding her hand, missed kissing her, missed everything.
That morning Theo had vowed never to fall in love again. All it did was cause pain to him and to the poor soul that fell for him.
That fell for the monster.
Taking his seat next to Scott, Theo only caught words of what was being said. He was too tired to care.
“…a warm welcome to our new student, Y/N Y/L/N.”
Theo had never looked up so quickly in all his life.
Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn’t mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind
He looked at her, saw the perfect eyes, the toothy grin as she looked back at him. His eyes traveled to her neck, her birthstone still adorning the skin there.
She was smiling at him like nothing had happened. Like he’d only seen her yesterday.
She raised an eyebrow at him, the way she would when she was expecting something from him. Theo felt his heart somersault, the way it would just before he kissed her.
He didn’t care that he was in the middle of class, didn’t care that people were watching. He stood from his desk, marched over to her and planted his lips on hers.
Her lips melded against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as she fell into him. It lasted for what seemed like hours.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled against her lips, before burying his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent that he missed being wrapped around him.
“It’s okay. You should just know that I’m never letting you leave me again. Oh, and answer your phone.”
He laughed against her skin.
“In that case, we need to get me a new one. Kind of threw it at a wall.”
“Of course you did.”
There was a cough from behind them, the teacher in a state of disbelief at the scene that had just unraveled before her.
“Well, Mr Raeken. That wasn’t quite what I meant when I said a warm welcome.”
You tapped your manicured nails along the dashboard as Finn drove the both of you to the arena; you had been continuously tapping for around 10 minutes when Finn suddenly placed his hands over you.
“Love, why are you doing that thing with your nails- I know for sure you only do that when you’re nervous about something.” He questioned, glancing at you whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road. Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he pointed out one of your most common habits. Finn saw the blush on your cheeks and sighed, “Love, why are you nervous? you’ve talked to most of the lads already and you know they love you.” You pouted your lips slightly as you tried desperately to think of a half believable lie.
“I’m not nervous at all” You tried; your voice meek and failing to provide any sort of legitimacy. He raised an eyebrow at you, practically begging for an actual answer. “Okay so maybe I am a little nervous- I’ve only spoken to Karl, Sami and the girls over twitter, so what if they just hate me in real life. It’s like the equivalent to them thinking they’ll see a cool tiger or something and then up I turn, just a turtle. Also just will put it out there, it’s insanely cute you know my nervous habit.” you let out a small giggle, intertwining your delicate fingers with his free hand.
“First, you’re welcome darlin’. But most importantly, turtles are cool.” Finn spoke, a soft tone echoing through the overly cramped car you were sitting in. “And don’t even try to argue with me about it. You just do you and you’ll be fine alright, if not… I’ll be there.”
“God baby, I know that and I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I just think it’s because you’re so close to literally all of them and I want it to stay that way.” You muttered. Obviously, by any means, you didn’t want to affect Finn’s relationships he’s built for years now.
Shifting his hand from your palm and placing it firmly on the top of your thigh, a faint sigh left his lips. “You, yes you. Need to stop worrying so much.” He uttered, tensing his hand in order to squeeze your leg with a small smirk etching on his face.
After a car journey which seemed to have lasted a lifetime and the constant halting at what was practically every red light across the state you finally reached the arena. You leant your body to maneuver yourself out of the car door, instantly letting your eyes roam to the colourfully bannered arena wall; Finn’s face plastered all over it. Soon after, the muscular physique of your boyfriend appeared next to you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders for your bodies to meet in a tight hug. “My baby looks good on a building.” you giggled whilst nuzzling your face into his shoulder; the familiar smell of his cologne strong against your nose.
“I always look good. Now c’mon you goof, we better head in.” He chuckled in return, leading your frame in through the entrance to the arena and towards the main area which is a direct contrast to the peaceful area you were previously in. His arm released from your shoulder slightly, twisting your body to face his, “Karl said he’d meet us up the corridor, you ready babe.”
With yours and Finn’s relationship, you never liked to be apart under any circumstances and with his job and the one you were currently training to partake in; it was hard to find time for each other… that’s why whenever you were together, your bodies were in contact at all times. Continuing to walk further into the busy bustle of people in the corridor, both your and your boyfriend’s fingers found each other’s as his long-lasting friends Karl and Luke were seen only a mere few steps away.
“Ay there’s our Finn.” Karl exclaimed, tugging him into a so-called ‘bro hug’. “This must be Y/N, it’s nice to actually meet you in person. I know a lot of the girls have been asking about you coming, they want to see you.” He laughed getting an approving nod from Gallows.
“Oh thank you, it’s nice to finally meet you guys.” you exclaimed before wrapping your arms tightly around Finn’s as he backed away from his brothers. “Well, it’s nice to actually be face to face with the two people who he’s going on non-stop about every single bloody day.”
Light chuckles could be heard from everyone’s lips as you received a small nudge from your boyfriend signaling his unamused response at your playful remark. “Darlin’ I know we literally just got here and I’d love to introduce you to everyone but I do seriously need to get to this creative meeting and then do my paint. I really do hate to leave you but I’m sure one of the others will find you sooner or later.” Finn spoke, glancing down at the glistening metal watch fastened tightly around his wrist.
A small smile crept over your face knowing just how sincere he was in his realisations. Of course if you both could you’d be together every second of every day, however, a little time apart can be the best time of all. Especially when he’s stressed; when he’s stressed he’s cranky and when he’s cranky he’s unresponsive. You tugged your arm to be released from his hold and placed a playful push on his perfectly chiseled bicep, “Just go, I’ll be fine babe. I promise.” After a matter of seconds and a few more nudges, the figure before you slowly made his retreat leaving you in a situation of pure independence…
~ 2 hours later ~
Strolling down the corridor, my eyes searched each and every open door to spot her; her perfect body, her intense eyes and her contagious smile. But still, even after reaching the 5th door frame, I was with no luck whatsoever. Multiple ongoing thought surged through my mind; I guess I couldn’t help it. I needed that assurance she was always fine- there’s no way in hell I’d be able to think clearly not knowing otherwise…
My head jolted around every corner until a familiar figure caused my attention to draw his direction. “Karl brother, have you seen Y/N? I can’t help but worry and I know it’s stupid but have you seen her.” I exclaimed in a flash, hurriedly approaching the seated body of my ‘best buddy’.
“Woah woah, relax- slow down there. She’s fine, come take a walk with me.” My friend mumbled, leaping off the crate he was previously perched on to walk further down the overly cramped arena corridors. I followed unsure of where we were going but the same comment stuck in my head the entire time spent walking; “She’s fine.”
No more than a mere minute later I found myself stood in amongst the currently unoccupied seats of the sold-out arena. My eyes gazed intently on the squared-circle before me, and most importantly the person in it… She didn’t recognize me staring and part of me was glad for that fact but still, even with this much distance between us, I could still see her eyes glisten in amongst the multicolored lighting, even if she wasn’t looking my direction. She just had that effect on me- an effect that no one else on the planet could. “Jeez Finn if you stare anymore, I’m afraid you’re gonna let her take my place as your main babe.” Karl joked, his elbow jabbing the exposed skin on my arm.
“That might just have to happen to be honest. It’s hard to even keep my eyes off her for two seconds here and those past two hours killed me.” I added; a wide grin becoming an ever-present part of my facial features now.
“No seriously Finn, I’ve never seen you so crazy for a girl before. It’s actually unbelievable how much you both care for each other and it shows. Even in that ring full of 5 other women, your eyes have never left her and that’s an accomplishment in itself. She’s honestly the one for you Finn; it may have taken long but you finally found her.”
I guess I always knew I’d found that one special person from the moment I laid eyes on that girl. My heart may not have wanted to show it for a while but now, every waking moment I spend not being able to hide my love for her. It’s impossible. But in other words, it’s also impossible to believe that I found her; a living angel in a world of 7 billion people…
A/N - Yeah sorry guys for dragging this out for so so long! I just felt like it was so crappy for ages but I finally finished it so I really hope you enjoyed it and it was okay. Sorry again for being inactive for so long, both of us had a lot to deal with over the past couple of weeks xo ~ Nikkii