A/N: This is my first imagine so I hoped you guys like it! Let me know what you think! (P.s - I feel like I got slightly too into this and might have got a little carried away)
A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!
You had never really realised how much you hated the word “Princess” until the VK’s arrived from the isle. Sure, before they came, the title had been thrown around to stop you from participating in the sports you wanted, and you had become accustomed to hearing the phrases ‘Princess’ don’t fight", ‘Princess’ don’t swear" or “Princess’ don’t take their anger out on other people” whenever you let the ladylike persona everybody expected from you slip. You weren’t like the rest of the kids in Auradon, your parents Tiana and Naveeen may have been King and Queen, but they had raised you to be down to earth, giving you the normal life you craved now you were at Auradon Prep. Everything you wanted, you used to have to work for. That’s how it was and that’s how you liked it, there was no way you were going to be the snotty spoilt stereotype of a princess. You were far too feisty to simply sit on a thrown , quietly ignoring all that was going on in the world, so your heart hurt when the only classes you were allowed to take at Auradon were Sewing and Embroidery, Royal Etiquette and a whole host of other obnoxiously regal subjects. It really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you protested “peacefully” to take chemistry and fencing lessons like the rest of the kids. It was safe to say you had always disliked the word princess but you never realised it could be used as an insult until the children of the villains arrived.
“Have any of you guys seen Harry?” You asked, pulling a chair beside Uma and Gil in the cafeteria. You had become unlikely friends with the pirates since they got there, despite what the other AK’s thought about them.
“No, actually. We were about to ask you the same thing” Uma said, setting down her sandwich and turning towards you.
You gave her a puzzled look. The first mate was never far away from his Captain so it was alarming that none of you could place where the red cladded pirate had gone.
“Is it just me or has he been disappearing a lot lately?” You said, your mind drifting to recall the last time you actually saw Harry.
The two of you had a very strange relationship, it was apparent to everyone you were completely infatuated with each other and at times you almost acted like a couple, yet somehow nothing had happened. You weren’t together but you weren’t not. You weren’t dating, but you weren’t single.
“Maybe he’s not disappearing, maybe he’s just invisible!” Gil exclaimed, throwing down the hard boiled egg he was peeling.
Uma raised an eyebrow at him.
“What guys? I’m completely serious. He’s spending all that time with Mal, maybe he got her to do a spell and now he’s…”
He was jabbed in the ribs by Uma before he could finish.
“Wait, he’s spending time with Mal? Mal? I thought they hated each other.” You said, a very evident bitter tone in your voice.
Uma leaned forwards, slamming her hands on the table as she spoke.
“Precisely what I thought. Clearly he’s forgot about the whole shrimp incident” You shot her a sympathetic look. “But I wouldn’t worry about it Y/N, he was just getting homework answers the last time they were together”.
You relaxed and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Harry wasn’t about to go running off into the sunset with the purple haired villain which suited you just fine.
“It’s not like I care too much anyway” you lied, which seemed to amuse both Gil and Uma. “I just wanted to ask him about… You know tonight”
“Tonight? What do you want to do tonight? If you’re finally going on a date you’ll have to re-schedule it Y/N! It’s Cortillion and we have to go! Ben made it a rule” Gil rambled before he eventually caught on, smiling to himself that he had figured it out. “Oh! I get it. You want to go to with him.”
“Hate to break it to you Y/N but I don’t think Harry would be seen dead at Cortillion” Uma said giggling slightly
“Yeah me neither, but I didn’t think he’d be seen dead with the daughter of Maleficent a minute ago, so maybe Hook’ll surprise us.”
“Well well well sweetheart” You felt two hands cover your eyes from behind you, two strong arms resting on your shoulders and a familiar accent interrupting your thought process “Who exactly am I supposed to be surprising?”
“Harry! So glad that you could join us” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing his hand and pulling him in to sit beside you.
“Careful darling. It almost sounded like ye missed me” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist. You swatted him away playfully.
“You wish” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry ignored you, placing his arm over your shoulder. Uma tutted.
“What did I miss?” He said.
“Well Y/N was just saying how much she wants to go to Cor…” Gil began
“THE WAFFLE HUT! Yeah, the waffle hut. I was just saying I how wanted to go to the waffle hut.” You interrupted before Gil could do any more damage.
If Harry had wanted to go to Cortilion with you he would have asked, clearly he didn’t want you to be his date you thought.
“Y/N? But you just said…”
“I just said nothing Gil” I hissed, kicking his shin under the table slightly.
“Ow!” He said making you roll your eyes “But your gluten intolerant Y/N, you can’t eat anything at the Waffle Hut anyway. Why would you want to go th…”
“Gil. Zip it’ said Uma, unamused.
“The Waffle Hut eh?” Asked Harry, chuckling slightly. You nodded your head in response, slightly too vigorously for what would have been considered a normal response, and shoved a couple of fries in your mouth to stop you from saying anything else stupid. “That’s a real shame sweetheart, 'cos I was just about to ask ye to Cortillion”. He winked at you. You nearly choked on your fries.
“You’ll actually come!” You said excitedly.
“I know how much those silly little dances mean to ye. So if it keeps the pretty pink princess happy, I’m in.” You, frowned at him, pretending to be offended but burst out into a huge grin.
“Harry Hook, I want to punch you in the face and kiss you at the same time” You ruffled his hair slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Geez!” Uma groaned. “You two are sickening”
“This is not what I had in mind”
You were stood by the punch table, sulking beside Uma, your arms crossed scowling at the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
“This is exactly why I hate dances. Look Y/N, we can just leave. How about I go steal you those waffles you wanted”
“It’s not the waffles I want” I hissed glaring at Harry as he walked about the room.
It had started off so well. You collected you dress from Evie and forced Harry into an all black suit and shirt ensemble giggling at how much he looked like a prince. Less than impressed with the royalty comment, Harry refused to turn up without his hook, so you found yourself laughing at the boy for most of the night as he attempted to juggle all of your drinks single handedly. Everything was going perfectly, until Harry practically dropped you when Mal asked whether he would dance with her. You stood, with your mouth gaping open like a fish as Harry traced his hook along the outline of her face, until Uma and Gil had pull you away from the two of them.
“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…” You were crushing the plastic cup of punch in your hand, causing the liquid to spill everywhere.
“Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…Harry’s is leaving anyway” Uma said, taking the cup from your hand.
She was right, Harry was weaving his way through the crowd back towards us, his usual cocky smirk on his face, his arms swinging beside him. You felt the knot of anxiousness in your stomach diminish. You were just over reacting. Then Harry came to a holt, a purple manicured hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, Mal had pulled Harry towards her, locking lips, her hands working their way up to his hair.
“Well shit” Uma whispered
Suddenly, the room felt dizzyingly small, all the air knocked out of your lungs. It took all but a second for you to process what had happened. She kissed him, she fucking kissed him. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and hurt was replaced with something much more dangerous. Hatred.
“Hold my hoops!” You growled quietly, pulling the pearl encrusted earrings from your ears and dumping them in Uma’s hand “I’m going in…”
Harry pulled away from Mal as quickly as he could, pushing her chest away from him with enough force to send her flying backwards.
“What the fuck did ye do that for?” He glanced nervously to the sidelines only to be met with your glare, a mixture of sadness and pure anger. He gulped. He had fucked up
Before anybody could restrain you, you marched passed Harry and Mal to the podium at the front of the dance floor, climbing the stairs to where the microphone was.
“Y/N look, listen to me…” Harry tried to pull you back, trying to hold onto your arm.
“Get your hands off me Hook” you spat.
“It’s fine I get how it is” You tapped on the microphone a couple of times to check that it was working. “LISTEN UP BITCHES!” You screamed down the PA system.
“Oh this can’t be good” said Gil whilst being pulled by Uma to the front of podium where a small crowd had gathered.
“I just wanted to check where the fuck Prince Ben was when his supposed girlfriend decided to make out with my boyfriend!” You yelled. You saw the gasps and shocked faces in your ever growing audience and the horrified look from the Prince as you spoke. You refused to relent.
“Oh I’m sorry,” snapped Mal, parting the crowd of people and making her way towards you. “I didn’t realise you were a couple. How long have you been together again?”.
Her voice sounded sweet enough and to those watching the question appeared innocent, but the gleam of bitterness in her eyes said otherwise. She knew how the complicated relationship between you and Harry was. The little bitch.
“Well … Actually .. You see…” You stuttered not entirely sure how to explain yourself.
“Exactly! The villain plays the victim so well.” Mal cut in before you could finish. “Now run along little princess and play tea parties with your stuffed toys before I turn you into a toad”
“Mal, what are you saying? Why are you acting like this?” You heard Evie whisper to her, trying to get her to back down.
Princess, that stupid word again. It was as if it was synonymous for weak. You clenched your fists, that was the last straw.
“Princess?” You laughed coldly “No bitch, Queen”.
You started to square up to her, ignoring which ever random person was tugging on your arm to get you away. This is not how anybody expected Cortillion to go.
“Oh please, what are you going to do? Throw a tiara at me?”
“No but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a nine inch heel to the face” You screamed, pulling the shoes from your feet before a figure grabbed you from behind.
You secretly hoped it was Harry and were slightly more than disappointed when Ben hauled you backwards and attempted to restrain you. Jay grabbed hold of Mal and by the way he scowled at her, it was pretty evident he was on your side too.
“I bet you’re just so smug aren’t you Y/N?”
“I literally have no idea what you mean!”
“The only reason I kissed Harry was because of you and Ben!”
“Ben?” You asked completely puzzled.
“Don’t think I don’t know. There’s something going on between you two”
Whatever situation the girl was insinuating was news to you. The moment the Prince’s name was muttered, Harry shoved his way threw to the podium, as angry as you had been a moment earlier. He glared at Ben who, unfortunately due to the circumstance, currently had his arms wrapped around you.
“Oh and the plot thickens” Gil whispered almost excitedly to Uma.
She hit the son of Gaston in the stomach, sending him a dirty look, and charged towards the podium too.
“What do ye think yeh doing with my girl there princey boy” he snarled, making his way slowly towards Ben, who was still holding me back, pointing his hook threateningly at his face. “Weren’t content enough with your whole bloody kingdom that you had to take the one thing that mattered the most to me?”
Your mouth dropped open. Was he talking about you? You began to panic when he rested the tip of the hook on Ben’s nose.
“Harry! Back off!” You yelled at the pirate, not too keen at watching your friend get hooked right in front of you.
“A pirate wasn’t good enough for ye was it eh? Had to get yourself a prince?”
“Harold - bloody - Hook! For godsake! I don’t give two shits about Ben!” You yelled before spinning your head around to speak to Ben, who for some unbeknownst reason still thought it was a good idea to be holding you. “No offence”
“None taken” he replied.
“Mal, I assure you nothing has ever happened between me and Ben.” You said before chuckling a little “In fact the only time we ever really speak is at events where are parents have to be civil.”
You saw the girl relax a little and appear somewhat guilty. “He loves you” You added.
Ben finally got the message and let you go, running towards Mal and hugging her and dragging her away from the crowd. She mouthed 'I’m sorry’ to you as she walked away, which made you roll your eyes. Typical. The crowd eventually began to dissipate, leaving you and the pirate to awkwardly stare at each other.
“You know you are so hot when yeh angry Y/N” said Harry taking a step towards you and attempting to wrap you into an embrace. You pushed him away.
“I’m not talking to you Harry”
“You still kissed her Harry! It doesn’t change anything.”
“Actually, sweetheart she kissed me”
“Don’t you sweetheart me Hook. You threatened the fucking King!” You snapped walking back up the staircase, attempting to leave the disaster of the dance.
“And you tried to attack a lady of the court princess, but ye don’t see me screaming at yeh!” He replied, running a couple of stairs a head of you and blocking your path.
“You’re screaming at me now Harry!”
“Because yeh not listening to me!” He put his hand to your face but you snatched it away.
“Because you’re being a dick!”
“No, you’re being a dick!” He took a step downwards so you were both stood on the same ledge.
“I am not! Clearly you’re the di…”
Before you could finish, Harry let go of his hook, placing both of his hands either side of your head, ignoring the clanging sound of metal as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t even pause for a split second, his mouth colliding with yours, leaving you no time to react. Suddenly he was kissing you like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop all at the same time. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but you were stunned, paralyzed almost. That’s when he pulled away.
“I’m sorry… I … I shouldn’t have done th..”
It was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the front of his shirt and didn’t let go, your lips crashing together messily. All you could taste was Harry, spearmint and sea salt, as you moved your hands to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, then his hair. Neither knew who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against yours, his hands snaking around your waist. You eventually broke the kiss and you stood their, grinning at each other as you felt a weight lifted off both of your shoulders. Your forehead and noses were still touching, your hands flat against Harry’s chest, his hands gripping too tightly on your hips.
“I think I love you Y/N” he breathed.
“You think. Gee thanks” You joked, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Yeh never know when to shut yeh mouth now do yeh?” Harry laughed quietly, moving your face away to look him in the eye..“I love yeh Y/N Y/L/N”
“I love you Harry Hook”. You kissed his cheek “But this still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick”
My baby Dan Se is a Hwarang just like he wanted, he’s not blamed for Hansung’s death, and he seems happy. I wanted a reaction for their grandfather and him when his grandfather found out tho, and how he got off so easily… but then again… the new king is very influential.
Yes, Jinheung’s influential, but Sun Woo’s still ambitious and yes he’s going to riding off into the sunset by himself to save Silla without my girl Ah Ro so I doubt him leaving and being separated from him for a few months was because of Maek Jong.
SaeRo getting hitched
BanYeon. Evey. Single. Precious. Second. Of. It.
MAEK JONG BEING KING
The Sun Woo x Ji Dwi banter about who’s the king at the end
The Sun Woo x Ji Dwi thing where they’re saying the exact same thing about what the king should be like
All the Hwarang supporting Jinheung
The old fish getting what he deserved (if there had to have been a death scene, I would very much preferred to have seen his)
THE HORSES AND THE RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET OH MY GOD
“I have my mother’s blood” bOI you better not be anything like your mother
Why did no one tell the other members of the royal family the queen was dying
That’s right they were probably on it but they were too late???? but then again Ahn Ji spent a long time talking to her…
Banyeon getting like 1% of the screentime
Where the heck is Soo Ho when they’re all riding on horses he’s a Hwarang too
and he’s not dead like Hansung
HE SHOULD BE WITH THEM
No Hansung riding on horses with them HE SHOULD BE WITH THEM
No Banyeon wedding
No SaeRo ACTUAL wedding but hey at least he proposed
The feeling of Jinheung getting off easy because nobody opposed him as opposed to Jinheung working for the throne and earning everyone’s respect (but seeing as they didn’t oppose him, perhaps he did do that, hopefully everyone else thinks so)
No old fish death scene
Not seeing Banyeon getting hitched
No Banyeon wedding
Lack of Banyeon content in general basically
No Banyeon getting the approval of both families
SO BAN RYU IS AN OUTCAST????? WHAT???? I DO NOT BELIEVE MAEK JONG WOULD EVER LET THAT HAPPEN GIVE ME SCENES OF EVERYONE PRAISING BAN RYU AND GIVING HIM AND SOO YEON ALL THEIR BLESSINGS DESPITE BAN RYU HAVING AN OLD TRAITOR GOLDFISH FOR A FATHER
No redemption arc for Soo Ho where he learns just how bad a taste in women he has
GIVE ME DAN SE, YEO WOOL, SOO HO, BAN RYU, SUN WOO, AND JINHEUNG AT BANYEON’S WEDDING AND DRINKING AND HAVING FUN AND TALKING ABOUT OLD TIMES AND GIVE ME PA OH BEING PROUD OF HIS SON AS KING AND GIVE ME AH RO AND SUN WOO MARRIED AND SUPPORTING BANYEON AND GIVE ME HANSUNG ALIVE AND SITTING WITH YEO WOOL AND DATING YEO WOOL AND HIM AND SOO HO REENACTING THE DANCE THEY DID THAT NIGHT
I just wanted Hansung alive and well…
But yeah the horse thing was dank too :)overall it was ok
I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x
148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.
You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.
You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.
You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?
“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.
When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.
“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.
“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.
You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.
“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.
Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.
“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.
“Will you be there?” He asked.
“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.
“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.
You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.
You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”
“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”
“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.
You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”
“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.
“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.
You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.
Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.
He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.
“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.
Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.
“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.
“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.
“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.
Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.
He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.
“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.
Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.
“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.
“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.
“What would I do without you?”
“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.
“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.
“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.
You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.
Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.
“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.
He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.
Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.
Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.
Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.
You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”
“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.
“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.
“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.
You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”
“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.
“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.
“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.
Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”
“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.
“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”
“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”
Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.
You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.
Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”
“I love you.” He said with a grin.
“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.
Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.
Sapphire has the right to be mad at Ruby with the “not telling her about the crisis just so he can protect her” incident and yet… she chose to understand why he made that decision and what did he feel when he found out about the news. She’s… very considerate… very empathetic… That’s my girl. T-T
and now, king jiheung would like to present his first speech as the new crowned king of silla. following the tradition of many kings before him, he shall be speaking in the chinese royal dialect. princess sook myung will translate.
por muchos años, he amado mis pollos. tengo muchos.
... I AM KING JIHEUNG OF SILLA.
uno blano, uno marrón,y uno al que le falta una pierna.
AND I WEAR... VERY FORMAL AND NICE CLOTHING.
pero, yo los quiero mucho. son como... mis hijas...
AND I WILL... PUNCH SOMEONE...
pero, mi pollo favorito de todos...
BUT I'M ALSO VERY PROUD...
... era mi querida carmen- la tuve cuando tan sólo tenía doce años.
OF SILLA AND WHAT WE HAVE STRIVE TO BECOME.
*sighs in relief*
también, yo era muy pequeño cuando tenía doce años. no tenias idea.
AND I WISH THAT SILLA WILL GROW AND HAVE A SUCCESSFUL FUTURE FOR GENERATIONS TO COME.