ravishing smile

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here


  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time


  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”


  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes


  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly


  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.


  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”

Imagine during the event of Thor: The Dark World, you see when Loki changes Thor into Sif and feeling jealous when he says “Brother, you look ravishing”. When he smiles at you, you side-eye him which makes him reply “Sif may be beautiful, but she will never amount to the woman I have” and it makes you smile.

Just Friends

Requests: (1) Could you do a Draco imagine that consists of Cedric Diggory, Draco getting jealous, feels, conflict, and a load of jealousy?;

(2) Could you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are best friends and lowkey in love with each other but refuse to admit it, and progressively Draco starts making, erm, suggestive, comments to the reader and there’s just lots of sexual tension and eventually they get together?

⇢  A Draco x Reader work featuring a very jealous and steamy Draco.

Draco took a sip from his goblet, peering over the rim as you walked into The Great Hall with a handsome Hufflepuff by your side. Not that it bothered him, of course. In fact, Draco would say he hardly even noticed.

“You alright, mate?”

“Just fine. Why do you ask?”

Zabini shrugged. “Your nose has been inside your goblet for some time now. Trying to drown yourself, Malfoy?”

“Of course not.” Draco lowered the goblet from his face, never once taking his eyes off you. You were still talking to that boy.

Blaise followed Draco’s gaze and smirked. “Tell me, Draco, where’s that best friend of yours? She usually would have dropped by for her daily chat by now.” He watched as Draco’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. “Oh– I see her. She’s preoccupied by that Hufflepuff. Diggory, is it?”

“I don’t know. And I couldn’t care less, really.”

“Didn’t you two agree to attend the Yule Ball together?” A look of mock realization dawned on Zabini’s face. “Oh, that’s right. You two agreed to go only as friends. And now she’s chatting up the Triwizard Champion while you’re here dateless.”

“Appears so.” Draco remained impassive. “But at least I have an excuse for not bringing a date. Can you say the same?”

Zabini sobered as he took in Draco’s expressionless tone. Zabini may have been a tosser, but he knew when to stop. “You really like her, don’t you?”

Draco heaved a sigh, rubbing his temple and finally turning to face Blaise. “Is it obvious?”

“Only to someone with a brain.” Blaise paused. “Which explains why Y/N hasn’t caught on yet.”

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Today is your boyfriend, Klaus’s birthday. You awaited his arrival home, wearing your sexiest lingerie set just for him.

As soon as he entered the bedroom that the two of your share, his eyes went wide from being caught off guard. Before he was able to get a word out, you spoke seductively, walking over to him. “Happy birthday, baby.” You cupped his cheeks, planting a kiss on his lips, then slowly made your hands down, stopping at his chest, Klaus giving you that sexy, crooked smile. “You look ravishing, love.” He whispered.

You smiled back, grabbing his hand to lead him to a chair, then pushed him to sit down. You walked over to the stereo to put the appropriate song for the mood while he poured himself a glass of whiskey, while admiring your body with his eyes.

Once the song was played, you swayed your hips as you’re slowly walking towards the original hybrid. You grabbed the glass of whiskey from his hand, finishing whatever was left over and set it on the table.

This past week you’ve definitely been preparing by watching various videos on lap dances. So you tried the best you could in this moment. You faced your back towards the birthday boy, gently sitting on his lap, shaking your hips in rhythm with the music.

Klaus was starting to get turned on and couldn’t resist touching you so he grabbed onto your waist. The change of position was necessary, so you turned around to face your boyfriend, linking your body onto his as you continued grinding on him. He bit his bottom lip, then gently started caressing your body with his hands. You can feel his member growing hard which made you grin.

Klaus looked at your like a predator ready to attack his prey, then grunted. “Now it’s my turn.” He quickly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him from habit, locking his lips to yours while he walked the two of you over to the bed you share. Upon reaching the bed, he placed you on the mattress.

He took off only his shirt, then got on top of you. Before he had the chance to kiss on your neck, you stopped him. “No no no, it’s your birthday.” It was his day, so you got on top, ready to dominate him in bed. “Very well then, love.” Klaus replied, smirking at you.

Daenerys x Female Reader

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Imagine being a ruler of your own kingdom and meeting with Daenerys to arrange an alliance.

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Heyy, could do please do more daenerys x readers or maybe mini series? I just really love your stories !!

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Betrothed Part 4

Summary: You have been betrothed to a disgusting pig to settle your father’s gambling debts. The night before your wedding, you are rescued by an unlikely party.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here.

A/N: Here’s Part 4! So sorry it’s been so long, but I put together what was gonna be two parts into one to make it longer to try to make up for it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: alcoholism, gambling, arranged marriage, bullying, maybe even verbal abuse, anxiety, unwanted attention/harassment 


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Aquarium Fun and Cringy Puns

Phil giggled to himself as he was trying not to press his face against the glass. All the jelly fish and aquatic animals brought out the kid in him. All he wanted to do was tap on the glass and watch all the reactions of the sea life.

So far, their trip to Singapore has been amazing, but this, this was the highlight. The blue aesthetic was perfect. Dan even got some Instagram worthy photos, which Phil demanded more credit for the photography skills than what Dan actually gave him.

Throughout the whole trip both boys have been met face to face with a fan at every corner. Expect for today that is. There wasn’t many people at the aquarium. Just a few elderly. Which meant Dan and Phil would be able to be slightly closer to one another than usual.

Soon enough Dan joined Phil at the tank and watched the beautiful animals swim around, after a few minutes of silence. Dan began to laugh. Phil raised and eyebrow and looked over at his boyfriend with a confused look on his face,

“What?” Phil chuckled at Dan’s sudden outburst. Dan shook his head and looked down at the ground, his ravishing smile never leaving his face for even a second,

“It’s nothing, I just thought of something really stupid,” Dan smirked, drawing his attention back into the tank, “Whoa Phil look at that Sting Ray! It’s huge!” Phil rolled his eyes, but still looked at the sea life Dan was gawking over,

“Tell me what you were thinking of Dan. You can’t just randomly laugh and not tell me what it was about,” Phil pouted and crossed his arms. Dan sniggered at him, and reached his hand out and put his hand under Phil’s chin. Forcing him to make eye contact.

Dan’s cheeky grin grew wider and he opened his mouth to speak, “Hey, are you aquatic?” Phil tilted his head, confused; as always when Dan was being, well, Dan

“I don’t get it. I’m-”

"Because you’re looking dol-FINE,” The taller boy interrupted.

Phil stepped back from Dan and chuckled, clutching his stomach because of all the laughter, “Oh my god Dan! That was horrible!” Dan held his hands up defensively,

“Hey! You’re the one who demanded to know what I was thinking of,” Phil looked up at Dan and beamed, “I /SEA/ what you mean!” Dan’s face went red and he covered his blush with his hand,

“Please stop Phil-ugh. It’s only funny when I do it,” Phil chuckled a few more times, and just as he was about to walk over to the next exhibit, he heard Dan speak again,

“Well how can I not say anything? You’re OTTER-ly adorable!” Phil stopped in his tracks and smirked, oh how two could play at this game,

“I bet you’re jellyfish of this booty, Howell,” Instead of Dan becoming all soft and embarrassed like Phil hoped for, Dan immediately moved closer and wrapped an arm around Phil’s waist. He leaned in close to his ear and Phil shivered. This was not the reaction the was expecting out of Dan,

“I am; and I’m definitely getting a piece of your booty when we go back to the hotel room,” Dan purred against Phil’s ear, causing he hair on the back of his neck to stand up. Phil gasped and it was his turn to become embarrassed and blush like mad. However Phil had one more trick up his sleeve.

Phil wiggled himself out of Dan’s grasp with a soft giggle, and started walking out of the large room, he would definitely have the final word, “Well until then, I guess you’re just going to have to /octopi/ yourself,” Dan sighed and followed Phil close behind,

“I honestly hate you,”

On this happy thought Ross came through Grambler village, past the last shack, where Jud and Prudie Paynter lived, and had just forded the Mellingey when he beheld a small boy racing towards him from the direction of the old Wheal Maiden mine. For a moment he did not recognize his four-year-old son until he saw a woman also running, coming out of the wind-battered fir trees, and also coming towards him. He jumped off his horse and Jeremy leapt breathlessly into his arms, squealing his ravished delight. Then Demelza, smiling her most radiant smile; and he knew he was home.
—  from “The Black Moon: A Novel of Cornwall 1794-1795 (Poldark Book 5)” by Winston Graham

Prompt: Kol’s business man who likes to ensue in naughty adventure with his assistance.

Pairing Kol x Reader

Warning: Smut, oral(female receiving), sex, curse words

Word Count: 1k

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Sting like a bee - Round 2

Part 1



Bustling crowds, full of enthusiasm to see the blood sweat and tears of the competitors hasten around you, entering the small arena with zeal and energy. If getting through assemblies of people aren’t enough, then prepping yourself for the somewhat long night of gut wrenching hits between two individuals is certain to make you ill at ease. You have never been able to understand the blatant publicity of fights, how people get a thrill out of individuals physically hurting their bodies to gain power. Sure, you’ve cheered your husband on a few times, as a proud, supportive wife is meant to do, but you have never gone to the extent of what others have.
You take the long way round, finding the exact entrance Harry mentioned for you to use. “Y/N?” A security guard examines as you stand in front of him, placing the sticky note with Harry’s hand writing back into your coat pocket. You courteously nod, “Okay, walk on through and enter through area six.” He attentively smiles, gesturing for you to enter the gates. You follow the trail and signs to area six, your own nerves beginning to pulsate throughout your already apprehensive body. You reach gate six and catch a glimpse of Harry’s trainer laughing with another guard. He catches your gaze and waves you down. You stride over to him, courteously greeting him as he dismisses the gatekeeper. “Y/N, my dear it’s been a while!” He exclaims, pulling you into one of his common embraces, “you just missed my wife. Annaleigh misses you!” He informs you, a small sigh escaping your lips. Sometimes she’s the one who keeps you entertained and calm while you’re at the events, doing your best to be supportive. “Oh, that’s a shame.” You pout, “I’m here alone and could use with her company.” You continue, hearing the rumbling of fans as a bell rings.
“I’ll take you to her. Are you excited?” He queries, already guiding you around.
You? Excited?
You haven’t been excited about these competitions since ten months into dating Harry— when Harry was knocked out, ruled out with a concussion and couldn’t do anything for over a month. For a whole month he wasn’t granted permission to work out, train, or even remotely hit anything. He was without question miserable and dreadful to deal with.
You shake your head, “I hate these.” You make a confession, walking by his side through different areas, trusting he knows where the hell he is going.
“That’s understandable, my wife hated it too.” He informs you and you nod. “But it’s a big event tonight.” He adds with excitement and enthusiasm. Harry forgot to mention that tonight is a big event, perhaps for good reason. You round a corner and see the familiar locks of blonde hair, the trainers wife wearing a ravishing smile. Instantly she whisks you away, taking you away from the unknown chaos that was taking part where she previously was.

You both sit down amongst excessively roused supporters, screaming and cheering on the current bout happening in the ring. Cross, jab, Blocking and Parrying, hook, Jab, Bobbing and Weaving, uppercut. All motions you continuously view from your seats, motions that are simple but delicate in the boxing world. Several of them Harry has taught you and compelled you to practice. A considerable number of times he compelled you to the gym he trains at just so he could train you how to adequately strike and defend yourself. One night he forced you to punch a punching bag as hard as you could for a full minute, by the end of the minute you felt like your arms wanted to drop off. You don’t understand how he has the energy and strength to keep it up, you certainly don’t.
Before you know it, your husband is in the ring, his opponent appearing larger than him, you turn to your side needing some reassurance.
“Y/N, he can handle it.” Annaleigh promises you, reading your mind as you uncomfortably watch on.
Your stomach clenches with every blow you see Harry endure, every uppercut he doesn’t manage to block, every jab to his body that he pays no attention to while attempting to hook his opponent. With every moment that passes you can’t help but feel nauseous and distressed as the bout continues, blood beginning to drip from both opponents. You take another deep breath, doing your best to be supportive amongst a crowd of high-spirited supporters who get a thrill out of the bloody mess.
“I— I can’t watch this.” You shake your head, “I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you soon.” You fake a smile at Annaleigh, standing to your feet and hurriedly making your way through the tightly packed area.
You manage to make your way out of the arena, feeling the fresh air hit your body and fill your lungs, almost instantly calming you down. Instead of leaving— you walk around and find the back exit of the arena, (with the help of security), where you walk towards Harry’s car, deciding to wait by it for the remainder of the event.
Your heart flutters with every ruckus that echoes from inside, your thoughts praying that it’s all in Harry’s favour, as selfish as that may sound. If he can just hurry up and win the bout, he can get home safely and you won’t have to worry that tonight might be a night you spend in the emergency room with him.
You lean on the hood of his car, patiently waiting, hoping that he will walk out of the back doors any minute. The anticipation gashes you like a knife, not knowing what’s going on is excruciating for you. He could be winning, he could be losing, he could be covered in blood and close to tapping out, or he could already be knocked out in the ring; but you don’t know because you couldn’t bare to continue watching.

Your eyes dart towards the door as it is pushed open, your heart dropping when your eyes meet Harry’s, a laceration under his eye, his arm in an arm sling. “I thought you left.” He Breathes, unlocking his car. You shake your head,
“What happened?” You breathe as he stands in front of you, your eyes unable to leave his arm. There’s bound to be other contusions, wounds, and whatever else under his apparel. “You didn’t see?” He challenges with exhausted eyes, again you shake your head. You’re somewhat appreciative you didn’t be witness of whatever it is that happened. You probably couldn’t stomach watching another blow to his body.
“I couldn’t keep watching.” You notify him, grateful you didn’t see whatever discomfort he managed to inflict on himself from this sport he seems to take pleasure in.
“I’m glad you didn’t see. I dislocated my shoulder, twice.” He informs you, your eyes growing wide as the word “twice” rolls off his tongue.
Was the first time not enough?
“It popped back in place and I kept going, it came out again and I kept going until the coach threw the towel in.” He gripes, presumable displeased that the towel was thrown in. “I could have won.” He grouches, the wind beginning to pick up and send cold chills down your spine. You shake your head at him, concerned for the pain he’s disguising. “Harry, I want you to stop.” The words escape your lips, relief overcoming you as the words are finally let free. He focuses on you, wincing as he moves his shoulder gently, evidently in discomfort.
“What do you mean?” He lowers his eyes on you, stepping closer to your body as you continue to rest against the hood of his car. “Please, no more boxing.” You draw a breath, removing your eyes from his gaze.
No more bruises, no more lacerations, no more sprains and dislocations.
The abrasions on his torso are not discoloured art forms, his torso isn’t meant for purple and blue stains, nor is meant for broken ribs, or bloody cuts. His body should be worshiped and cared for, not battered and bruised. “I’m not done.” Harry shakes his head, your stomach turning as his eyes become dark and full of unpleasantness. “I’m not going to stop.” He raises his voice dimly, getting his point across in his husky voice. You don’t respond back to him, instead you gently push off his car. “I need you to drive.” He holds up his keys, gesturing for you to take them. With dislike you take the keys from his hand, stepping away from him. You feel his hand mildly wrap around your wrist, stopping you from moving further. “What?” You answer back sharply, turning to face him. He lets out a sigh, his eyes softening. “Listen, I love you, okay?” His voice sounds as though he’s trying to convince you.
“Get in the car.” You growl, pulling your wrist from his grasp and getting into the car.

The words spoken between the two of you are minimal, you have nothing to say to your husband as he stays reclined in the passenger seat, doing his best to keep his shoulder comfortable. Presumably he’s feeling the aftermath of his actions. “Why are you driving slow?” He utters in a bad tempered tone, perhaps eager to get home and to get in bed. His body is presumably in a fair bit of pain. Something tells you the fight wasn’t an easy one for him.
“I’m not.” You respond, trying to focus on the road as your stomach twists and turns, your mind racing with different thoughts and problems, most revolving around the negative impact of Harry’s hobby. “If you have a problem with my driving, walk home.” You inform him, giving him the option to shut up or to literally walk home. You’re in no mood to deal with him.
“What happened to float like a butterfly, sting like a bee? You want me to stop and just not use my energy?” His voice takes your attention and you roll your eyes.
“It’s time you float like a butterfly because I’m sick of this, literally sick.” You gesture towards his shoulder for a split second before your attention is back on the road. He’s had his run of training, fighting, and winning. It’s time he hands in the towel for good. “You’re sick of this? My body is the one that feels it, you’re perfectly fine. I’m not having this conversation with your right now.” He blusters loudly, moving within the leather seat of the passenger seat.
“Do you want to drive?” You change the subject, your left hand pressing to your stomach while your right hand stays on the steering wheel. Seeing blood and hearing the sound of fists hitting skin unsettled you entirely. “Not really.” He shakes his head and you pull the car over to the side. “Why are we stopping?” He sighs heavily, inconvenienced by the sudden. “Just, shut up.” You groan, resting back in your seat and taking a few breaths, “I don’t want to hear another damn word.” You growl, silencing him as you breathe. You get out of the car, allowing the ice-cold air to fill your lungs. Unsure of what the hell you are meant to do.
“What are you doing?” Harry’s voice sounds and he gets out of the car, adjusting his shoulder.
“Get in the car.” You instruct, trying to hold down what is threatening to repulsively come up.
“What the hell is your problem? It’s cold, get in!” He strides around the front end of the car, coming to your side. You disobey him, your hand pulling your hair back as you topple over, your stomach clenching as you throw up alongside the shoulder of the road.
Lovely. Just fucking lovely, “woah, okay.” His voice echoes and you feel his hand press to your back, “you’re ‘lright.” He takes ahold of your hair and you wrap your arms around your stomach, leaning back against the car. “You okay?” He goodheartedly requests, his tone completely different to how it was earlier,
“Peachy, just peachy.” You sarcastically reveal, your stomach continuing to swirl and turn, your lips threatening to tell him the secret you’ve been harbouring the last four days. “I feel so sick.” You express dissatisfaction, beginning to wish you could rest on him, but you can’t because of his battered and beaten body.
Harry’s quick to grab your hair again as you find yourself heaving, for the second time, feeling vulnerable and weak. You lift your head intaking a breath of fresh air, hoping this is the last round of the feeling of queasiness. “I’m okay, lets go.” You clear your throat, straightening your posture in the hope there’s nothing left to be brought up in a disgusting way.
“I’m driving.” Harry informs you, placing a small kiss to your forehead. You look up at him, taking note of his swollen cheek, “it has to stop.” You reference the boxing, taking another chance at getting him to change his outlook. He gives you a confused glance before realising what you mean. “Give me one good damn reason that doesn’t have to do with the injuries.” He insists as you both stand on the side of the road. You take a moment to comprehend your thoughts and the answer that’ll ultimately change his mind. Only one coming to mind.
“I’m pregnant.” ……

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there’s a special kind of beauty that’s involved in summer camp. it’s hard to explain, harder to capture on film, impossible to forget.

every single one of my co-counsellors are beautiful. and I don’t say that to be inclusive, although after four years on the counsellor and RA track, that habit’s one probably ingrained into my bones. no, they’re all beautiful, but in the weirdest of ways.

there’s no shaving at camp, at least, so little that when you do shave your legs feel like heavens above, and very little showering. I don’t see make up but the occasional glitter from the art-a-shack smeared over the eye. clothing is mix of camp appropriate clothing and weather dependant gear. by all matters, we are the ridiculously dressed lumberjack-hippy hybrid psychos you peer curiously at on the side of the road.

but every single one of them are beautiful.

they make the stupidest faces, the ones your mother warned about getting frozen in when you were a kid, but also the most ravishing smiles. they wear paint on their face to dinner and bags that weigh ten tonnes under their eyes.

and joy emanates from them in a celestial glow.

the lack of care for dress and the excitement for the little things creates their form of beauty. their indescribable care for others creates more beauty than anything else. and their smiles shine in megawatt tonnes for the simple joy the camp environment brings. they are without a doubt the most beautiful creature I have seen, and it multiplies at camp.

in a place of comfort and insanity, a safe haven from whatever happens on the outside world, this camp fosters a feeling of safety, security, and from that, a development of pure happiness.

there’s a special kind of beauty fostered at camp, and it’s one that develops from simple and pure joy.


*Requested* Imagine being invited to the Mikaelson ball, wearing a dress Klaus gave you and he is speechless.

( I really hope you enjoy <3 And thank you for requesting )

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Your name: submit What is this?

You stop your car at your house, after you ran some errands, while talking to your friend on the phone. This morning, your received an invitation to the Mikaelson ball, which is happening tonight. The Invitation had a little message on the back, written from Klaus himself. Still, you are contemplation if you should go. If you do you would have to find a dress in less than 3 hours.

Friend: “So, did you think about going to the ball now?”

Y/N: “I still think it´s a bad idea. Even if I would decide to go, it would be impossible to find a dress in that short amou…”

You stop talking because you see a square box right in front of your door. It has a white ribbon around it.

Friend: “Y/N, what´s happening?”

Y/N: “I uh…I´ll call you back.”

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(Part 3/3.  Part 1 can be found here, Part 2 can be found here.  For the Rune Factory Spring Fever Event, theme 4: an unusual gift.  Early LeonxFrey.)

“Hey, you.”

The response is immediate.  Her chest freezes mid-breath; her hands pause in their wringing, only to go limp and land in her lap.

Frey looks up at him, her hair finally spilling onto her back and revealing her sun-brushed face.  Her eyes are neither red nor teary, much to his surprise (and delight, because a crying girl is always harder to console than a stable one).  Instead, she mostly looks —

— pensive. 

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anonymous asked:

Mashton is life though I want more Mashton :( 😂😂

Ok, but seriously Mashton is so underappricated!! 

First off the way they look at each other, they both respect each other so much and Ashton just stares at Michael all the time..I mEAN LOOOK 


and he just smiles contently when Michael’s being a goof!😅 

But don’t get me wrong Michael looks at Ashton..

I mean we all knew Ashton looked good and Michael’s just stood there admiring him..you can see his heart eyes

This GIF you can literally see Michael’s heart stop..like who looks at someone like that, I want to know what he was thinking😏

They also act like douches together…

Pokemon, gotta catch them all!!!Ok but Michael was holding on to tight omf😂

The ROCK video was Mashton AF!😃 They literally are the oldest and the most wisest (although most of the time I forget that Michael is the second oldest like boy could be 7)

This was at MSG and Ashton literally has his arms so tightly around Mikey and they’re so happy and smiley 

Why so cuddly?



Your eyelids slowly opened, awakening you into the world once again and leaving dreamland behind. You were comfortably relaxed on the bed, feeling the sun rays hit your back from the window behind you. You blinked your tired eyes a couple times, taking in the sight around you and realizing you were in your boyfriend’s bedroom. His soft sheets and gray cover around your body made you smile as your nose was filled with the scent of him.

Junhoe. That smile of his flashed in your mind before you began to wonder why he wasn’t in this bed with you. Your eyes searched about until you caught sight of him, back turned to you as he stood in front of the mirror dresser.

Your eyes widened slightly as you as you inhaled deeply through your nose. There he was; no shirt on, body sculpted like a goddess with back muscles and shoulder blades prominent as his sweatpants hung low on his hips. It was the best thing to wake up to in the morning. And he knew it.

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anonymous asked:

Jaemin scenario where he says that you're his ideal type in a radio show and when your group and nct dream appear on weekly idol together everyone teases the two of you? Thank youuu

Thank you so much for your request! ♡ 

Some days ago, NCT Dream was on Kiss the Radio as special guests. After the amazing appearance of another member as a DJ, they could be in there as well. They had to answer questions that fans couldn’t hesitate to find the answer of. Jaemin happened to be asked the typical question: What is your ideal type? that wasn’t always answered easily. He kept mumbling, simply giving you and your group as an example. The fans went crazy. There were so many mixed feelings. There will always be people sending hatred or positivity into a certain discussion. Luckily in this case, there wasn’t too much hate, it was more love. They went crazy with the posts on social media. It was a mess. Thankfully, you and your group got the chance to go on Weekly Idol with NCT Dream. After they have debuted, fans have to get to know them more, just like you both. 

Being with the two hosts was something you were a bit afraid of. Maybe they will bring it up and make it awkward, maybe Jaemin didn’t want to talk about it, maybe the fans will be unpleased. Your mind was a whooole giant mess. Before entering, you just hoped for the best in everyone’s case.

Already in, they didn’t pay as much attention to you yet. After you presenting yourself, they have said a lot more about the leader than anyone else. It was a great way to cope with the situation. Afterwards, you also had to play a little game: one member of your group was chosen and out of every member in NCT Dream, they had to choose the one that captured her the most, unbiasedly. The prize was a nice, delicious lunch. The member had to be chosen by others voting. It took so long until it got to you, you being the last but the one with the most votes. You went up and stood in the front. You had to sit down, in the middle of the scene, on a chair. At this point, your face was burning. You were so nervous. Next to you, on a table, there were several decorations put down that boys could take and engage several acts with. You were so excited yet so curious of who will win. The first three tried to make awkward puns and pickup lines, but it still was adorable to you. The other three members were strictly trying to act cute. They didn’t even need to try, though. However, you had to be a bit colder since they had to get you. Last but not least, there was Jaemin. He slowly picked a rose on the table without you seeing it and the sweetest words came out of his mouth. You loved every single moment of it, wishing it lasted longer. Suddenly, Hyeongdon stopped you:

“What’s this? Too cheesy!” he complained, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I felt like watching a drama. Is this Boys Over Flowers #2?” 

Everyone kept laughing. It was really embarrassing, but at least you both could feel the moment. They teased you so much. 

After you stopped filming, the only thing you are sure that you will always remember is Jaemin’s precious, unique ravishing smile when his eyes meet yours.

What you do to me

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Every detail tonight was precisely thought to set the mood just right for later, everything from the place , his fabulous yacht, to the scent of ylang ylang with jasmine. He wanted this night to be so refined it will make her melt away at how he payed attention to each little detail. It was their first night together after he returned from the tour and he couldn’t wait to show his love in every way possible.

Don’t think that they are some rich bastards,no no, it’s a kinda of smooth role play, it was a kink of theirs to fuck all high class. 

White delicate orchids meticulously sprinkled all around, instead of the tiring electric light there were candles arranged on the table and along the borders of furniture as well they were  embellishing the deck. To pleasure her hearing sense as well he made a track list specifically for this night with sexy smooth Rnb songs, also cuisine plays an essential role into making her crave for him the way he needs her to so he had a chef come over and cook oysters with mignonette sauce and pomegranate poached pears to top it off. The champagne was in the ice bucket near the table ,the table was set and everything was waiting for her appearance. 

The time came, and she was outside on the dock waiting for him and Taehyung was watching her from the deck. His breath was stuck into his lungs and his throat dried at the sight of her, the faint light coming from the candles warming her skin and the breeze blowing lightly making her hair swing gently. Taehyung’s eyes wandering from her gold sandals up her sexy legs which could be seen from the crack in her dress , up the curve of her hips and the little skin showing in the ribs area, along the shape of her breast to her neck and finally resting on her face worshiping her delicate features. He helped her step on the boat holding her hand mildly, when she was on the boat with both her feet he bent down to kiss her hand gingerly lighting a spark on her skin. 

“My lady, you are absolutely ravishing!” he smiled sweetly at her.

“Oh thank you,dear! You aren’t so bad as well, you are actually charming! And this place is so lavish.” her mellow voiced responded.

“I am very pleased to know that you fancy what I’ve prepared for you. Now come with me inside!” he offered her his arm and she took it with soft gestures.

He lead her inside helping her sit and pouring her a glass of sparkling champagne and leaved her side to get the boat out of the port and set it to it’s course. She stood there admiring the stimulating atmosphere Taehyung assembled just to make her feel some type of way, she was feeling overwhelmed by the extravagant yet romantic ambiance. After he got the boat in the open he was trying to set a course for the boat and a time when to make it stop in the middle of the ocean as a final piece in his setting plan. Tae took a moment to peek at her but the scene made his heart skip a beat, she was splendid while she admired his work a wide smile adorning her lovely face and the white dress she was wearing matched the orchids and made her perfect for the picture, he smiled to himself and then chuckled while shaking his head turning his attention back to the computer.

During the supper the atmosphere is getting tenser and tenser and the degree of flirting goes higher up by each moment. At the moment they were serving the dessert and her foot is caressing his calf applying more pressure when she thinks it’s right to, sometimes surprising him going higher.

“I have to say you are a master in surprising a lady and making her feel special! ”

“As from my part you are the only one to deserve this kind of attention from me. Love, my goal is to sweep you off your feet if I haven’t until now! “ a smug expression took over his handsome face.

She paused for a while to marvel at they way he looked in his warm pale blue shirt and white trousers.

“You are so close.” she pursed her lips at the end.

“Close you say? Oh baby, you will beg me to have mercy on you in a while from now on!”

“I can’t wait for it to happen!” she just officially started the game.

In a second he is by her chair with his hand waiting for hers, as soon as she offers him her hand he guides her out on the deck right at the bow of the boat. His back to her admiring the view , she is faster than him and puts her palms on his chest , her lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“I waited all night for something that will make me scream. Are you sweet enough to grant my wish, sir? “

Taehyung turned around and caressed her arm with the tips of his fingers watching her body shiver from the contact, he took the hint and cupped her face with his hands kissing her in a way it made hell burn inside of her. 

Pulling back he said to her while bending to kiss her hand : “Only if you make the people from the shore know my name! “ he winked.

Now he was behind her undoing the little button at the top of her dress and let the dress pool down at her feet, he held her chin and made her look straight forward in the distance pushing his hips into hers, she grabbed the steel bars tightly.

“ Baby look good as far as you can and remember it when I’ll take you even farther away .” Taehyung’s hand slipped between her legs and spread them a little so he can swiftly skim his finger over her clothed cunt.

She whimpered and felt his thumb on her lips pressing for entrance and opened her mouth to drag her teeth around it to then suck at it. He hissed deep near her ear making her grow wetter and her head leant on his shoulder. Taehyung nipped at her exposed neck leaving red spots behind him, he undid her hair and unclasped her bra.

“Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.” they retreated a few steps back where there was a ‘bed’ improvised with cushions, blankets and sheets. 

“Baby, I love you in this shirt but it’s getting in my way.” she said as she popped the buttons of his shirt and ripping it off his torso. 

Tae took her to the center of the arrangement and both kneeled, he started nibbling at her neck and cupped her breast. He started going down flicking his tongue and sucking now and then. She arched her back and commenced into grinding against his hard cock and he groaned deep in response and made her lean a bit on his hands cupping her chest her nipples between his index and middle finger pinching at them.

“No baby, he breathed over where he kissed and felt her shiver deliciously, your body is mine and now i want to lick it all over and take my time with it.”

He dragged his hands down  in sync with his hands, she bit down on her lip hard to try resist him, Tae was now at her waist sinking his teeth into her flesh enough to hurt and bruise, it was maybe the thirteenth bruise he marked her back with. 

“ Fuck baby, your skin tastes so heavenly! I could nibble on you for days.” 

“ Tae please…”

“ Patience, I told you I want you begging miserably for my cock! “

To strengthen his words he bit her ass cheek and let the flesh slip from his teeth ,hold her whole body shuddering in his arms. His hand amidst her legs circling around her bud in slow motions and with little pressure.

“ From a refined lady into a needy slut in just a few licks, ha, you really are something.” he whispered into her ear with a deep hoarse voice.

To be able to taste those killer legs too, he placed her on her back and spread the legs and grabbed the right and placed his lips on her ankle while caressing the other leg. Starting from the ankle he slowly licked to her knee stopping there to twirl his tongue at the back of it, then open mouth kisses covered all over her thigh, but he got really hungry at the delicious taste and sucked eagerly at the soft skin. He marked his property again with deep purple bruises from his sucking at biting.

“Look at you how beautiful you are with the records of my mouth all over your body!” she grabbed his hair with all the force she could muster at that time.

“Taehyung you better start or else I’m going to throw you in the ocean and do the pleasing myself!” she pushed his head in between her legs and rolled her hips against his face.

He pins her down by holding her legs and catches her clit sucking it lightly over the panties, Tae moves the underwear with his mouth and breaths heavily over the skin. He placed his lips against it and hums “Soaking wet just how i like it “. He drew back, hooked his fingers around the hem of her panties and pulled them down all to slow if you are asking her. Much to her pleasure he was finally eating her out, but still not hurrying he was really set on holding back for the foreplay tonight. He began with a few long licks and then started french kissing in slow motion. Hearing her moan, whimper and feeling her body shudder arch because and for him makes him lose it.

“ More..more..Tae please more!” he wasted no time in pushing two finger inside of her at the sound of her whimpers.

“Hot and tight for me as always, not even mentioning wet. You seriously make me loose my mind.”

This was going impossibly slow for her and she tried desperately to catch something to keep herself for going to nirvana, or God knows where, not even her knows where he’ll make her go. But then she remembered his words, he wanted to take her past the horizon and above the sky.

“Tae ..Tae! P-please take me , please!” 

“My cock is aching for you baby!”

He got up to undo his belt and removed his shoes, he was caught by surprise when he saw her standing on her knees in front of him. She placed her hands over his to unzip the trousers and pulled them down along with his briefs. Taehyung sat down near her and pulled her to straddle him, they kiss passionately and with hungriness, she goes for his neck to nibble on as he gropes her ass and begins to grind her against him.

“Baby, one last thing, I want you to look deep in my eyes now.” she did and he entered her inch by inch , him feeling every bit of  her as she hold his shoulders with her hands, her mouth agape and her whole self helpless for she is now fulfilled by him. 

Taehyung let out a growl and pushed her against his chest to bite her shoulder so hard it brought tears to her eyes. He stopped when he was fully in ,breathing heavily and tried to swallow down to make the dryness from his throat disappear. “You feel so fucking good, so tight I can’t even..ahh…Damn it ,sugar, I can tell you missed me, your walls are clenching down hard on me!” She started moving again and received from him beautiful sweet moans and growls ,making her happy and more eager to make him come. 

All that could be heard were moans, whimpers sweaty skins slapping against each other, they were panting filled with one other, drunk on everything the other had to give.Their speed was increasing by the second bringing them closer and closer to ultimate pleasure. She was screaming his name so loud even aliens could her them and that made him overly pleased that she kept her promise as he kept his.

Her screams of his name got louder and louder and his thrusts harder and faster,she held onto him tight digging her fingers into his back and he forcefully pressed his digits into her hips as they both came. In their tight embrace “I love you’s" were exchanged and sloppy kisses on every part they could reach with no effort. They laid back on the silky material ,he on his back and she rested her head on his chest listening to his heart beat, looking up at the stars to admire the utmost beautiful night sky ever.


“Darling please look like you at least are happy to be here” I sighed quietly through my painted lips avoiding my mother’s disappointed stare. “Here come your father with the King Scotland, please behave yourself and for goodness sake straighten up” I did as I was told relieving the nearly invisible hunch in my back. I smiled seeing my father weave through the crowd, a tow of people behind him. “Hello darling” he said kindly and I smiled at him. “This is my wife Beatrice” my mother bowed her head politely at the king standing in front of us. “And this is my daughter (Y/N)” my father added and I smiled giving a proper curtsey meeting the young boy’s eyes standing beside his father. He was tale and pale, a bed of dark hair sitting atop his head. His smile ravished me as I kindly returned one. As I straightened up, my eyes caught behind his shoulder. A young lad was standing not ten feet behind the royal family. His blue eyes captured mine, a faint smile on his thin lips. I looked upon him curiously as his eyes dropped back the conversation he was engaged in. My eyes remained fixated on him; his jaw was ridged and sculpted while the rest of his features appeared soft and gentle. His shoulders were broad in his decorated uniform and his looked quite fit standing with his back straight and his hands folded behind his back. I recognized him as the Prince of Ireland, though I could not render his name into my mind. It was his father who had thrown this ball for his recently passed wife as a celebration of life. “And of course you remember Prince Bartley” My father continued bringing me back to my current conversation. It took time for my mind to process why the lad in front of me was smiling so widely until I realized that yes, it was Prince Bartley. “It is my honor” I said quietly and forced a smile. “Now come let us enjoy the festivities” his father said boastfully and my mother smiled obnoxiously large. “May I?” my eyes trailed back to Bartley with his hand extended towards me. It only took one split second vicious look from my mother to accept. He took my hand guiding me towards the middle of the floor. A line formed before we all bowed across to our partners. The musicians began their song as the couples came together. I followed the steps I knew so well watching Bartley smile at me every so often as his hands clutched my body. I was moving through the motions, my large dress flowing out from beneath me as I was twirled. As I came back to face my partner I was surprised to find not Bartley but the boy who had stolen my gaze earlier. Bartley was standing not a foot away, “I hope you don’t mind brother” the lad said with a smug smile as he flickered his gaze towards me. I shrunk under his greedy eyes but he only continued to stare. Bartley took one glance at me before stiffly nodding, his jaw clenched angrily. I watched him stock off, “What a knocker” the boy mumbled and my eyes widened, “Watch your mouth” I scolded before I could even process what I had just said. I watched the prince smirk raising his eyebrows, “My sincere apologies” he said but I knew he was simply taunting me. “May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” I straightened up a bit, “I am Princess (Y/N) of Kent” I said with a small bow. “Prince Niall of Ireland” He said and I smiled once again at his bow. “May I?” he asked extending a hand. I met his eyes, “I don’t think it would be the most proper of ideas” I said folding my hands together. I held my head stiffly watching him smile in amusement, “I didn’t know you were so proper Princess simply based on how long you stared at me earlier” I felt my own eyes widen slightly biting my tongue. “So if that is the case, who really is ‘proper’ these days?” he continued. He beckoned me with his hand once more. I carefully gave him my gloved hand and he drew me in immediately. His chest brushed mine making me heart accelerate. His hand clutched my hip as he gracefully moved us. I watched him smile at me and I found myself shyly smile back at him. He twirled me around, “May I just say,” he started before moving us out of the way of another dancing couple. “That you are stunning Princess (Y/N)” he said smoothly. I felt my face ignite, my cheeks blushing a deep crimson. I heard him chuckle above me but I dared not look up once more fearing his beautiful eyes would draw me in once again. “You know, I have never been a fan of balls” he commented quietly. “Too many people, too much of having to act perfectly” he continued and his words struck me. “Don’t you hate it?” he asked and I looked up at him. Yes. I absolutely resented it. Back straight, head high, sucking in my stomach all night, walking delicately, faking smiles. I could not bring the words to my tongue though so I only stared. He smiled knowingly, “So why do we stay if we both hate it?” I raised my eyebrows curiously watching him grin. He leaned down, his cheek barely brushing mine as he did so. “Come with me” he whispered quietly his lips grazing my ear. It made goosebumps grow on my skin, “To where?” I asked shocked at his bluntness. “Now we don’t want to ruin an adventure do we?” he asked looking at me smartly. I narrowed my eyes on him, “I’m afraid I cant” I said and I watched his face drop. “I must return to my mother, she will be looking for me” I parted with him but his hand still remained clutched to mine. “Let her look a while” he proposed, and I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Come on, let’s enjoy ourselves” he said pulling me a bit closer. “You don’t need your mother’s approval for everything Princess” he said dangerously. I bit the inside of my cheek, “We only just met” I argued, “Then let me learn everything about you” he said and I once again felt my cheeks blushing. “Follow me” It didn’t matter if I didn’t follow him because he still held my hand tightly tugging me along as we began to make our way through the crowd of people. I nervously looked around my shoulder watching for my mother though she was nowhere in sight. We approached a door with a butler at the ready. “Charles” Niall said giving a kind nod. The butler did not spare a glance even in my direction before opening the door for us. Niall smiled at me leading us through. I twisted my head seeing it close after the train of my dress had made it through. Niall fell back to my side still holding on dearly to my hand as we began down the corridor. The palace was beautiful, gold trimmed walls with floral wallpaper caught my eyes first. I continued to absorb the beauty of the furniture and portraits on the walls. “Come” Niall beckoned me further. He abruptly stopped reaching for a doorknob on his right. He opened the door to show a whitewashed room also with gold trim. My shoes clicked on the hard wood floor as I walked in. The room was stunning, curtains billowed from an open window and large doors lead to a balcony outside. “This is beautiful” I said softly and I turned to see Niall smiling, “Isn’t it? It was my mother’s room, she used to come here all the time” he said and I nodded as he gazed around lovingly at the décor. He turned back to me letting out a happy sigh looking me up and down. I watched his hand extend, “May I?” he asked and I knitted together my eyebrows, “But there is no music” I said and he shook his head chuckling, “Who ever said we needed music?” he arched an eyebrow making me smile walking forward. I took his hand and he brought me into an embrace. His feet moved feverishly and unmethodically, nothing like it had been in the ballroom. He extended his arm holding only my fingers spinning me. I laughed loudly as he continued to spin me for what seemed the 100th time. He finally brought me back in his hand finding the small of my back. I swallowed nervously under his beautiful gaze. “May I ask you something?” I nodded slowly. His head dropped a little lower, only a few centimeters from my face, “May I kiss you?” My mouth parted only slightly in surprise the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My thoughts skipped ahead of each other, rushing to get to my mouth first. “Yes” I breathed. In a moment his lips descended on mine. They were foreign against mine as he shyly deepened it his fingertips pressing into my hips. He was a blur of tastes, an array of sweetness as he took the air from my lungs slowly. I barely caught myself as my hands moved up his chest feeling the coarse fabric of his jacket under my palms. My fingers linked together behind his neck and I felt him smile against my lips. Far too soon, he withdrew his eyes finding mine immediately. I swallowed hard, my lips continuing to tingle wishing he would kiss me again. “Why did you do that?” I said unsteadily. He looked at me with his bold eyes, “Because I think I’m in love with the Princess of Kent”