I personally love the fae, but I know many people would rather stay far away (and of course it’s very important to know safety guidelines whether you do or not!) so here’s some information I’ve collected.
From many different sources:
Never use your real name when interacting with fae, or they can take control over you
Always be polite and respectful and do your best not to offend. Remember, better safe than sorry
As a general rule, don’t eat food when visiting the fae realm. This will make you a captive, unable to leave, and often the food isn’t as wonderful as it may seem, and only glamoured rocks, mud and sticks. (It’s said faeries will take offense if you don’t accept food they offer to you in our own world though)
Do not think yourself more clever than them or try to swindle them; you will end up in very hot water
You may not want to accept faerie money.. as again, it is often glamoured and will turn back into leaves and acorns soon after
Do not blindly intrude were you are not wanted (fairy rings, sacred faerie places, etc) Always ask first and respect their answer!
Should you find you’ve wandered into a place where you feel strong malevolent energy or evil presence and experience “faerie terror”, back away slowly, don’t run or you might get lost. Send out your good will, and if you can, throw up a bubble/egg ward to protect yourself
Do not to take the fae lightly or seek them half-heartedly. Take care not to act as if they were weak, harmless or lenient. It is very foolish to underestimate them. Faeries are not strictly good or evil (neither are humans), and respect and caution are always best
Salt and iron (tools made from iron, a nail in your pocket) are traditional faerie deterrents
Three leaf clovers can be carried as a protective charm, and four leaf ones can break through faerie magic or allow you to see hidden fae (note some traditions say you should have multiple clovers as each will only work once)
Wearing St. John’s Wort will give you strong protection from faerie magic
As will wearing a daisy
Carrying a rowan twig, or hanging one over your door, that was collected on Betaine may bring protection
Flipping your clothes inside out can prevent faerie mischief by its unexpectedness
Visualisation wards can be effective
Scatter primrose petals outside your door to keep faeries at bay by creating a barrier
If you hear bluebells chime it is a warning that danger or faerie enchantments are near
Putting a daisy chain on a child is said to protect them from being taken as a changeling
Forget me nots can be used for faerie protection
If you’re friendly with any other faeries, you may ask them for protection against ill-willed fae
Faeries will avoid gardens with tomato plants
Make a bundle of twigs from the trees of the faerie triad, oak ash and thorn, and carry it for protection (it will only work if they’re bound together, if separate, they are an invitation to the fae)
One traditional faerie protection is placing mirrors throughout your home
Cats may chase away faeries
The sound of heavy iron bells and chimes may drive them away
Leaving out gifts of honey and milk can appease the fae if you wish them to leave you alone
Context: The party is fighting a white dragon, and there’s a black dragon egg in the party’s Bag of Holding
Barbarian: can I egg him?
DM: Egg him?
barbarian: yeah I wanna throw one of the eggs at him to see if it does anything.
DM: No, you can’t egg the Dragon.
Barbarian: Why not? It’ll do damage!
DM: It’s 150lbs!
Barbarian: and?? I’m raging!
DM: YOU’RE A GNOME! YOU CAN’T THROW AN EGG AT HIM!
Starters for/to muses who have never heard of, or experienced, Halloween (the anon request was for non-human muses, but I feel this can be attributed to several situations.)
“It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.” “I’ve never heard of a holiday like this before.” “There’s candy? I guess it can’t be that bad then.” “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Halloween before!” “What kind of childhood did you have if you never ate Halloween candy?” “Amazing. They shaped the peanut butter circle into a small pumpkin. How extraordinary.” “There are whole parties where everyone is dressed up like something else? How do you recognize anyone?” “Uh, no, there aren’t any human sacrifices. They got rid of that a few centuries ago, I think.” “You’ll love Halloween! It’s much better than Valentine’s Day, I promise.” “Why do you have to kill the pumpkins? You put a face on them and then they rot. Isn’t that a bit cruel?” “Is there any kind of brutal punishment if I don’t wear a costume?” “So what deities are they praying to when they dress up like zombie nurses?” “This is without a doubt the strangest holiday I have ever heard of.” “There’s not usually a significance to the costume, no. Just whatever you want to be!” “A whole holiday all about being scared and contacting the dead? Have you all gone mad?!” “I’ve heard of holidays like this, but never experienced it.” “It’s a good excuse to hang out in the cemetery and not look too suspicious.” “No, we don’t just wear costumes or watch scary movies. We also egg peoples’ houses and throw toilet paper on their yard. We’re classy like that.” “This is the only night you can contact the dead? Where I come from, we do that every day.” “I think I like this holiday so far.” “I’m not sure I like Halloween.” “Don’t worry, Halloween is overrated anyway.” “Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.” “No, we don’t burn witches on Halloween. That’s so seventeenth century.” “Black cats and pumpkins and stuff, it’s all just based on old superstitions and legends.” “Tell me about the history of this holiday.” “This isn’t one of those Santa Clause things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring.” “Ugh! All of these costumes are hideous. And people dress like this for fun?”
Number Eighty-Five: “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
“Der, we got another one!”
Derek sighed, put down his fork, and glared up at the doorway where Stiles was about to appear with the mail. It was bad enough the mailman rang the doorbell in the middle of breakfast, but for another damn proposal? They should’ve just pretended they weren’t home.
“It’s from the McMullen pack in…Montana, that’s a new one,” Stiles announced as he shuffled back into the kitchen in his boxers, a large box in his hands. “And look, they got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
Derek rolled his eyes and went back to his eggs. “Just throw it away.”
Stiles made no moves to throw it away. He set it down on the corner of the table between their plates, and Derek had to grab his coffee mug before it spilled.
“You’re not even going to open it?” He drummed his fingers on top of it excitedly. Stiles loved opening packages. “What if it’s something cool?”
“It’s never something cool.”
“That’s a lie. The last one was great.” He still looked thrilled over the badly cross-stitched Den, Sweet Den hanging over the toilet. Derek glared.
“As soon as I get Lydia here to clear out the ash, I’m taking it down and it’s going in the garbage.”
Stiles finally gave up and sat back down to his meal, leaving the box right where it was. “I can’t believe you would insult Marjorie’s hard work like that. You know she’s a powerful alpha from a powerful pack.”
The accompanying proposal letter had stated as much, a number of times.
Derek pointedly moved the box to the floor. “A powerful alpha, but not a skilled cross-stitcher.”
“Big words from the guy who buys new jeans every other week because he can’t fix a tiny tear.”
“I can, I just don’t want to. It looks tacky.” And unlike Stiles, who spent all of his college years learning to sew his clothes back together to save money, Derek could afford to buy new ones.
That, and the entire town was still kind of waiting for him to be hauled off in cuffs for murder, and wearing tattered and worn out clothes tended to make them whisper about that poor sheriff’s boy, he deserves someone nicer. They always learned shortly after that Derek was the nicer of the two when that poor sheriff’s boy turned around and cussed them out until Derek dragged him away.
Stiles scoffed. “Throwing away unopened gifts is tacky!”
“Sending proposals to an engaged man is tacky.”
“Can you really blame them for trying? I’d be all over that if I wasn’t already.” Stiles ran a hand up Derek’s thigh to punctuate his point, while taking a casual sip of his coffee as if he were doing nothing of the sort.
“I can and I will. And at the very least, we’re sending it back.”
Stiles pouted, brushing Derek’s thigh with his thumb like it would change his mind. “But what if it’s a new frying pan? We’ve been needing one of those.”
“I’ll buy you a new frying pan. We’re sending it back.”
“We might as well get something out of all this harassment.”
“How about the satisfaction of saying no to every single one?” That was enough for Derek, but apparently not for Stiles, who blinked at him imploringly. Combined with his rumpled bedhead, it almost worked.
“But I can’t make breakfast in satisfaction.”
Derek leaned over to give him a compensatory kiss. “You can barely make breakfast in a frying pan.”
Stiles’ hand dropped from his thigh and he narrowed his eyes.
“Wow, okay, see if I ever make you breakfast ever again.” Derek grinned, but that just egged him on. “Actually no, I’m going to make you shitty breakfasts all the time! In the proposal pan!”
“We don’t know it’s a pan, and we’re not keeping it even if it is.”
“Oh come on! We deserve gifts after all this bullshit.” He gestured with his fork to their life in general, which also included the large hole in the drywall from a cursed statuette an angry pack had sent last month after Derek politely returned their proposal.
Derek refused to give in. He was not going to play nice in response to insult after insult.
“Stiles, why the hell would I want to keep gifts from packs I’ve never met who are trying to bribe me away from my fiance?”
Stiles pressed his lips together to try not to smile, but he failed. The whole being engaged thing was still new, they were both still a little giddy about it.
“We should send wedding invitations to all of them,” he said gleefully, and there was his petty streak. He’d been taking all these formal proposals surprisingly well and in good humor considering they were all trying to lure Derek into bringing Hale prestige to their packs.
“No. Then they’ll just send bigger gifts to try to change my mind.”
Stiles smirked. “And I‘m going to keep all of them.”
Derek rolled his eyes but gave Stiles the kiss he was puckering up for.
i need domesticated cooking at three in the morning because neither party can sleep.
lazy afternoons on the couch; cuddled up together while one watches some tv show that they’ve become recently obsessed with and the other reading a book on something they enjoy, every so often looking over the rim of their glasses to see how the show has progressed and look up out of the corner of their eye to their partner with a fond loving smile.
early morning baking sessions. cupcakes, or sophisticated cakes. learning how to make fancy frosting, throwing flour at each other. one cracking an egg on their partners shoulder, which becomes an all out food war, but they manage to salvage enough to make a few of the original cakes.
late night love making. not sex, not fucking. just pure love between two people. sharing soft whispers and kind words, warm gazes. nothing crude about it but just pure love.
six in the morning walks in the snow because “wow new york looks beautiful right now” with the snow on the ground and covering essentially everything and the sun just poking through the white clouds to throw a few beams of magnificent colour through the skies.
i need domesticated coupley!things with no angst in sight.
It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.
It’s more like…. more like…
Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.
“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.
Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”
“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”
Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.
Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”
He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”
“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”
Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”
#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”
“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”
“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”
“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”
Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”
“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”
Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”
“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”
“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”
Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”
“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”
Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”
The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”
Request: Hey can you do a reaction to bts learning their s/o is a virgin? Lol
Genre : Fluff (ya nasties), okay maybe a little steam
A/N: Of course, hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long.
You sat on the kitchen floor mixing ingredients in a bowl as Jin was chopping random vegetables on the counter. Jin was making you dinner for the night but you insisted on helping and he couldn’t say no.
“Chop this up for me Jagi and give me the bowl please.” Jin handed you a couple cucumbers and you passed the bowl of mixed foods. You grabbed a nearby cutting board and knife going back to your position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the vegetable as you chopped it into smaller pieces.
“What are you laughing at?” Jin asked curiously.
“The cucumber just reminds me of a-”
“Don’t finish that inappropriate sentence Jagi, someone as pure as you shouldn’t say things like that.” Jin scolded. You looked at him bewildered.
“What do you mean by that? ‘As pure as me.’“ You recited.
“Well if you haven’t had and intimate relationships with anyone then there’s no reason to say that- why are you laughing again?’ Jin sighed becoming frustrated
“I was saying the cucumber reminded me of a jumbo pencil I used to have,” You laughed falling on the floor to your side. “And how did you know I was a virgin?” You asked wiping the tears out f the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard.
“You are pure.” Jin smiled laughing at himself and turning back to his cooking.
You and Suga sat on your couch watching romance movies. You begged him to watch them with you despite his many protests. He caved in when you pouted and sat on the couch acting sad. You both were cuddled against each other your legs intertwined and your arms wrapped around each other.
A sex scene had come on and you shifted uncomfortably. You and Suga hadn’t ever talked about the more intimate parts of your relationship in order not to make you uncomfortable and the scene didn’t help with that. It especially didn’t help that you were a virgin.
“Everything alright Y/n?” He asked rubbing your arm softly.
“I’m fine.” You whispered staring down at your fingers silently trying to distract yourself.
“Don’t hide things from me Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” He said in a soft but firm tone warning you that it was best to say what you were feeling. Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“I’m a virgin I just thought it was a little embarrassing.” You say looking up at a smirking Min Yoongi.
“Why should you feel embarrassed? I’m glad you told me.”
You had invited some friends over for a hangout including your boyfriend Hoseok. Your closest friends wanted to meet him and this was the best way to do that. You all sat in your living room on the sofa with Hoseok sitting beside you. You all laughed at a joke your friend made.
“That’s what she said.” Your friend said making everyone laugh harder including you.
“Y/n your innocent mind shouldn’t be laughing at that!” Another friend scolded. You merely rolled your eyes in response but you felt your cheeks heat up. Hoseok pulled you closer to him by your waist as your friends all got up and left to the kitchen to get snacks.
“Ah Hobi I’m sorry I just wasn’t ready to tell you-”
“Jagi don’t worry about it,” He laughed bringing in your body for a hug. “If I get to be your first then that’s all I care about.”
You and Namjoon had just gotten back to your apartment after a dinner date. Things seemed to escalate quickly once you shut the door. His hands were roaming your body, gently squeezing your curves as he pushed your body up against the closest wall. What started off as gentle kisses were now harsh when his lips moved down to your neck sucking at the delicate skin.
“N-namjoon.” You breathed out squeezing his shoulder gently.
“What is it Jagi?” He groaned. He looked at you in the eyes, What used to be dark were now soft soothing eyes you looked into. You gave him a soft smile bringing your hand up to his cheek rubbing your thumb against is cheekbone. “I’ve never done this before but I want you to be my first.” He broke out into a wide grin leaving a soft peck against your cheek.
“Anything for you.”
It was like your world stopped and decided to crash right in front of your eyes.
Maybe that was a bit exaggerated but it certainly was close to that. You stood frozen in the doorway of your kitchen watching Jimin flip through pages of your diary. You scolded yourself for even having one knowing that this was a possibility of happening.
“Jiminie what are you doing?’ You asked your throat dry and hands sweaty from anxiety.
“Oh Jagiya! I’m just skimming through this little journal I found it’s quite interesting.” Jimin giggled flipping through another page bringing his hand up to his chin nodding.
“Oh don’t read it, it’s embarrassing!” You whined running towards your boyfriend trying to take the book out of his hands. His slightly taller frame had an advantage when he raised the book over his head but still allowing him to read it.
“Y/n you’re a virgin?” He asked looking at you with a surprised expression now bringing the book down. You groaned and decided this wasn’t worth it. You turned around embarrassed about to walk away before you were being hugged from behind and you felt a very familiar face rest on your shoulder.
“Y/n please don’t be mad at me, just know you won’t stay pure with me.”
It was a very normal day. You had suggested you and your boyfriend Taehyung had a drawing contest and that’s exactly what you two were doing. He seemed very concentrated on his art constantly looking at his paper and his lap. You knew he was copying another drawing but you let him be just wanting to spend time together. What left your mouth next wasn’t expected by you and especially not by Tae.
“You know i’m a virgin?” You said, your bluntness surprising the both of you. Taeyhung soon broke out into a boxed smile giggling at you. He leaned over and pecked your cheek.
“Such a cutie.”
You and Jungkook stopped by at the pharmacy to get snacks and look around for random things giggling at small toys and suggesting a couple make up competition. All was sweet and dandy before you both had strolled down a random aisle that contained everything for family planning. Your cheeks reddened and Jungkook felt just as embarrassed.
It wasn’t that you and Jungkook were embarrassed at the mention of sex but you both hadn’t talked about it yet. Maybe now wasn’t the best of times but you at least wanted to throw the bad eggs out while you could.
“I know we haven’t talked about it and maybe here isn’t the best place but I’m a virgin.’ You whispered.
Jungkook merely laughed bring your body into his wrapping his hands around your shoulders and you two continued to walk around the store.
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”
isak and even are in isak’s room, browsing through the “thrillers” section on netflix (because even says he’s in the mood for a little suspence) and there’s a knock on the door and they hear linn say “hey, did you guys take my box of cookies?” and the truth is that said box is right there on isak’s lap, and isak looks at even and mouths “oops”. when he opens the door, the box in his hand, he tells linn “it’s been there for like a month and i wasn’t sure whose cookies they were but, hm” he looks inside the box and continues “there’s a couple left” and he hands it to linn and she just stares at him for a few seconds, expressionless, and says “it’s fine, keep it”, turns around and leaves
isak asks even “am i an ass?” and even laughs a little and ruffles isak’s hair and says “nah, just a hungry teenager”. and isak moves away from even’s hand and looks at him with a mischievous smile on his face and he replies “totally hungry” playfully, before he leans in and gently cover even’s nose with his teeth, not really bitting down and even doesn’t try to free himself, simply teases “it smells like chocolate chip cookies in there. actually, it smells like stolen chocolate chip cookies” and isak takes his mouth off his nose and replies “hey! i thought you said i wasn’t an ass”, all pouty and grumpy and even can’t help but smile at him. “you aren’t, but you did take linn’s cookies. and now she doesn’t have any”. isak sighs, rests his head on even’s shoulder and says “we could go get her another box?”
they do end up going to the store, but instead they buy the ingredients they need to make the cookies themselves (except for eggs, which isak says he already has at home). and then they’re in the kitchen, and even places the ingredients on the counter, opens the fridge and grabs two eggs, says “catch!” before he slowly throws one in isak’s direction. isak does catch it and looks at him with wide eyes and warns “if you make a mess, you’re the one cleaning” and even simply cups his face, plants a quick kiss on his forehead and his nose and his mouth and his chin and says “i won’t”. and then they make the cookies, even telling isak the measurements. “two cups of chocolate chips”, which isak adds to the dough, and then he adds an extra handful, says “it’ll taste way better like this. more chocolate, better cookies” and even chuckles. “yes, chef valtersen”
when the cookies are done, they knock on linn’s door, a platter in isak’s hands. even asks “liiiiinn, our dear linn, are you hungry for some amazing, delicious homemade cookies, made with a lot love and a whole lot of chocolate chips?” and there’s a short silence before they hear her say “thanks, but i’m not really hungry right now”. isak looks at even and shrugs and he tells linn “well, we made a lot, let us know when you want some, okay?” and they hear a muffled “mmhm” from behind the door
they start to watch the usual suspects, isak all cuddled up against even, an arm around even’s stomach, a leg wrapped over his. a few minutes later, linn’s knocking on the door and asking “cookies kind of smelled nice, can i have some?” and isak tells her “come in, linn!” she doesn’t flinch when she sees them on the bed, linn really doesn’t mind displays of affection as long as they’re silent. even hands her the platter and asks her “hey, feel like watching a movie?” and linn frowns a little. “is it moulin rouge again?” and even replies “nah, it’s not moulin rouge”. he opens his free arm (the one that’s not holding isak close) as an invitation and linn sits next him, cookie platter on her lap, and even wraps an arm around her as she bites into one of the cookies. isak lifts his head up a little, and when even looks at him in the eyes, they exchange a knowing smile