until then at least he has the bow legged thing down

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]


  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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teenage fever ❖ baekhyun

Somehow your mother caught something in the way both of your hands gripped into each others, something at first you and him didn’t notice, but that you were sure was going to ruin your life.

@byunshim requested: HI! dunno if ur still taking requests but can u do one where Baek is ur college professor, u have a crush on him and then find out later that he’s ur little sis’ boyfriend? Like maybe a 5yr age gap between the two… but when he realizes that ur sisters, he starts to act weirdly… because apparently, he had noticed u during lectures too. LOTS OF ANGST (like u trying to push him away but he won’t leave u alone) but happy ending for Baek x Reader. Thanks!

admin : - velvet
genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!

[this turned out as a fourshots because i wrote in a day a 20k words story and i was shook when i saw the count, so i’m going to divide this in four parts that i’ll post almost every day (a part from tuesday because i have an exsam) hope you’ll like it!]

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

First days were hell, I mean all days at school were hell, but first days always had that extra demon that poked your stomach and made you want to throw up all the breakfast you had in the morning. That was your younger sister’s first day in university and your first day on your second year in the same place, sadly the thought of having your own sister in the same place where you spent most of your daily hours wasn’t that exciting, thanks God she took a different path from your. Meanwhile you decided to follow your heart and take Art and Philosophy, she decided to welcome your parent’s suggestion and took Accountancy and Mathematical classes, which surely was something suitable for her perfectionist mind.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader – Reunion

Originally posted by failedbitch

Imagine saving Rick, Carl and Michonne when a run goes wrong. You get injured and they take you back with them to the prison where you reunite with your boyfriend Daryl who you haven’t seen ever since the apocalypse started.

Note: Way too long time no see, guys! I’m really sorry, I’ve been working all summer so I didn’t have time to write at all. I’m so glad to be back though! Since I haven’t written in a while I might be a bit „rusty“, but I still hope you enjoy it! 
And as always, this beautiful moving picture does not belong to me.

It all happened so fast. At one point you were just minding your own business trying to find a safe place to crash for the night. You never stayed anywhere longer than you needed -  found something to eat, got a bit of sleep and then back on the road.

Suddenly, the sound of voices coming from not far away made you stop. Someone was in trouble, you thought. Without hesitation you ran into that direction. After all that has happened you promised yourself you won’t let anyone else die if you can prevent it.

The voices were getting louder and louder, that must have meant you’re close. Finally you saw them. Three people - a man, a woman and a boy standing on a car surrounded by walkers. You could tell they were out of ammo since they were only using their knives and a sword.

They were running out of time, you had to act fast.

„Hey, bitches! Come here and have a bite of this fresh meat!“ You shouted in an attempt to distract the walkers as you climbed onto a roof of the nearest car.

You didn’t have a gun, but you had a bow and thankfully also a lot of arrows. You started shooting one after another as they crawled into your direction.

It didn’t take too long to take nearly all of them down especially since your three new friends starting attacking them from behind. You sighed in relief letting your guard down for a second.

„Watch out!“ The man shouted.

Too late. One of the walkers took you by your ankle and pushed you onto the ground. 

„Fuck.“ You growled in pain. That’s what you get for not paying attention for one goddamn second. You tried to reach your bow which you dropped in the fall but it was too far and that dead sucker was already crawling on top of you.

„Oh come on!“ You tried to push his face away with one hand and reach for either your knife or one of your arrows with the other hand but with zero success. Thankfully, you soon didn’t have to worry about it when a blade of a sword came right through the walker’s head.

„Thanks.“ You smiled as you took the woman’s hand. She smiled back and helped you get up.

„Are you okay?“ She asked worriedly once she noticed you can’t fully step onto your right foot.

„Yeah, it didn’t get me. I was only joking when I told them to bite me. Seems like this one took it way too seriously.“ You laughed trying to hide the pain. „I must have just hurt my ankle, I’m gonna be fine. Don’t worry about it.“

„There’s a prison not too far away from here. Me and my people use it as a residence for the time being. We’re gonna take you back with us and get you a proper treatment for that injury. After that you can go, or you can stay if you want. We could use somebody like you.“ The man said as he took you into his arms and carried you into their car.

Once you were all set, he stepped on the gas trying to get you all back as fast as possible. Not just because of your leg but also because it was starting to get dark and they were out for quite a while, the others must have been worried.

„I’m Rick, by the way. This is my son Carl and my friend Michonne. What’s your name?“


„I have to ask you a few questions, Y/N, is that okay?“ You saved their lives, which he was grateful for, but this was something he just needed to do.

„Y-yeah, sure, whatever you need to know.“ You nodded as you struggled to adjust your position due to your injury.

„How many walkers have you killed?“

The first question was easy. There was nothing else you hated more than those … things. They ruined your life just when it was finally starting to have some meaning. Killed everyone you loved. Or at least you thought so.

„Each and every single one I could find. They are monsters, they don’t deserve anything better.“

„How many people have you killed?“

This time you hesitated. It was hard for you to talk about it no matter how many days, weeks or months have passed.

„ … Two …“


„ … My mom and brother. They were bit. I just … I couldn’t let them turn.“ Your voice broke with the last sentence. You didn’t want to let them see you cry so you quickly wiped away the tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

„I’m so sorry about that.“ Michonne said holding your tightly. „Is anyone else you know alive?“

„No … at least not that I know of. It was always just me, my mom and my brother … And my boyfriend. But I haven’t seen him since … since all this started. The small chance of him still being alive is probably the only thing that kept me going for this long.“

„I’m sure you’ll find him.“ She tried to comfort you as she stroked her thumb over your hand.

„Yeah, I hope so. Wherever he is – if he’s alive – I just hope he’s not alone. I hope that he found a group of nice people and that he’s happy …“

Michonne could tell how hard it is for you to talk about your loved ones so she tried to change the topic.

„How did you survive this long on your own anyway? You don’t look like … ehm … „

„Like I can fight? Yeah, I can’t, not really. But I can shoot. This baby saved me more than just a couple of times.“ You caressed the top of you bow lightly when you talked about it. It was like your best friend and until now the only ally against the evil in this new world. „It’s more quiet than a gun and better than a knife, I wouldn’t last a day without it.“

All of the sudden the car stopped. You didn’t even notice you were already there. Looking through the window you could see a bunch of people already standing there waiting for their friends to come back safely. They must have been really worried.

Rick opened the door and helped you out of the car. 

„Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us now, we wouldn’t have made it home without her.“

„H-hi“. You almost whispered and waved your hand. Everyone was staring at you. They all seemed liked nice people but you never really liked being the center of attention, so it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. 

Not knowing what to say you looked down shyly when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

„Y/N? … Baby, is that you?“ It was already dark so he couldn’t see you clearly. He slowly made his way closer and closer to take a better look.

„D-Daryl? Oh my god … I can’t believe it!“ If you could walk you’d immediately run into his arms. Tears started running down your cheeks. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered all your strength and made your way in his direction as fast as you could.

As soon as he heard you voice and realized it’s really you, he ran towards you, pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his head into your chest.

Unable to stop sobbing, you ran your fingers through his hair and stroked his back gently. You needed to feel him. To know that this is real. Not just another one of the dreams you kept having almost every night.

After a while he finally pulled away from the hug only to take your face into his hands kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t see the looks on everyone’s faces but they were all pretty suprised. Daryl never told anyone about you, anyone except Carol. He truly believed you were gone and didn’t trust anyone else enough to tell them about how he lost the only love of his life.

„I really thought I lost ya. I went into your house, there was blood everywhere, I thought … I thought you were gone.“ He confessed while caressing your cheek not letting go of you for one second.

„I’m sorry, I should have left a message or something … I-“ You covered your mouth with your hand trying to stop the sobbing.

„Shh, don’t matter now, the only thing that matters it that you’re alright. You’re here. With me. And I’m  never losing ya again.“ He wrapped his arms around you once again pulling you close against his warm body and whispered into your ear: „I love ya so much, Y/N.“

„I love you too, Daryl.“ You whispered back as you pulled your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, unable to keep the smile off your face.

thnksfrthmemrs  asked:

no idea if you've seen fma or not but like. shiro getting his nerves reconnected to his arm. vomiting, screaming, the works

okay, so I kinda went the opposite direction with the arm thing… *shrugs* 

Keith wants to run.

He’s never wanted to run from anything more in his entire life. But he doesn’t. He can’t. 

So he grits his teeth and keeps a firm grip on his friend’s flesh arm. His eyes flicker over to Lance. The other boy is gray and more somber than Keith can ever remember seeing him. He winces, breathing hard through his nose as the body they’re holding down between them bucks violently.

Pidge was helping Hunk at first but the situation has overwhelmed her. The screaming is getting to everyone and she was the first to succumb. She scooted back against a corner a while ago, staring with wet, shell-shocked eyes; she’s barely moved at all, except for the rocking. Tears stream silently down her cheeks and Keith wants so badly to comfort her, to tell her it’s going to be all right. Except that he doesn’t know if it is.

“Guys, you’ve got to hold him steady,” Hunk instructs from his crouched position beside the make-shift stretcher. His voice is calm, despite how much he’s sweating; despite the pressure on his shoulders to fix their friend and make the screaming stop.

Shiro opens his mouth again and Keith braces himself. But the older boy just arches his neck, glassy eyes searching frantically until Keith slides into his line of vision.

He’s trying to say something, but his voice is so broken and raw from the pain, the sounds are incoherent wheezes of clogged air. Shiro hasn’t been with them for a long time.

“Hey,” Keith presses one hand against the curve of Shiro’s jaw. “It’s almost over. It is. Hunk’s fixing you up, okay? Just hold on.”

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Trouble Maker | Shin Ho Seok | One-Shot

wonho (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 7,309
warnings: um yeah so this is a stepbrother!au but technically the parents aint married yet so its more a future stepbrother shitstorm if that makes it any better for your moral compass lol heads up for a tiny bit of underage drinking but mainly car sex and fingering and oral and some blunt dirty talk but i know some of yall are like me and that definitely floats our boats hehe
a/n: chatting with my friend and she told me about her dream jon snow was gonna be her stepbrother and they rage fucked each other because they were so bitter about it and i thought wow what a fantastic idea can i write that and she gave me her blessing lol so here we go thanks darling

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beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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Surprise (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky takes you by surprise while you’re walking home from class. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,289

A/N: Well here it is! The first deleted scene from “A Lesson in Love”. I imagine this happening some time between “The Unintentional Run-In” and “The Little Things (Part One)”. I hope you babes enjoy it! 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this like the beautiful queen you are.

Originally posted by coralineseye

The sun is nowhere to be found when you finally get out of class. In your eyes, this is the sole downfall that comes with winter - day turns into night while you’re stuck in a room with a professor who really loves the sound of his own voice.

Instead of thinking about the excessive amount of homework Professor Loki had assigned at the end of class, you tilt your head back and look up at the stars decorating the night sky. Tonight, they’re the only things keeping you company on your way back to your dorm. As soon as this thought crosses your mind, your slow stroll becomes a speed walk. You’ve attended enough of Natasha’s self-defense classes to know that being a female and walking alone at night is the worst combination imaginable. You’ve also heard more than your fair share of horror stories to know that this has a high possibility of ending badly.

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Title: kick with the fray
Rating: T
Word Count: 1638 words
Summary: Phil will laugh about this later. Maybe. Probably. (Not.)
Notes: Written for @nihilist-toothpaste​​​​​​, who requested jealous!Phil, for my thirty minute fics for charity fundraiser to benefit Puerto Rico. 

[read on AO3]

Phil’s shin hurts from banging into the costuming booth and his pride hurts from the sharp voiced words the woman manning it through at him and his dignity hurts from Dan and Anthony both laughing at him.

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Business or Pleasure? (Seungcheol x Female Reader)

Order up! for @jicheolftw

Request: Hospital setting. You’re a cardiac surgeon, and Seungcheol is the new nurse on your floor.

Smut; Exhibitionism; Kinda Dirty Talk?

Word Count: 5104


“You’re drooling.”

           You startle and drop your pen. It falls with a clack onto your clipboard before rolling off the counter towards the LPN sitting at his desk in front of you. Jeonghan picks it up and hands it back.

           You take it, suppressing a blush. “No I’m not.”

           “Practically,” he says, tucking his bangs back. “I bet he can feel you staring.”

           You glance over at the object of your gaze again. Choi Seungcheol, the new nurse on your floor, is busy at the medicine cart, picking through bottles for whatever another doctor asked for. When he bends down to look on the second shelf, his black scrubs stretch taut over his broad shoulders and show the faint outlines of well-toned muscles. Though he’s been working here for almost a month now, you’ve barely talked to him save for a quick Patient in room forty-two is due for an IV change, or Watch room twelve on his oxy intake. Work stuff. Medical stuff. Very unsexy stuff. And always followed by a deep Yes, Doctor. You don’t like to admit to yourself what that voice makes you feel under your skin.

           And Jeonghan has been giving you hell about it ever since Seungcheol introduced himself on his first day.

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Better Together [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Have an Eggsy Unwin imagine! This one is based off two requests, I combined both ideas together, I hope that’s okay? I just loved these two so much:

One was being ‘friends with benefits’, with Eggsy and the other was ‘you have a panic attack and Eggsy comforts you’. 

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: Mature. Mentions of sexual activity. NSFW. Please, only read if you’re an adult! 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Eggsy. And you belong to you. 

P.S: This has been edited and checked, but if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. And enjoy! <3

Originally posted by kirknspock

It worked for the both of you – you’d agreed no strings attached, no relationship crap, just the two of you being there for each other, it’s not like the two of you had time for all the girlfriend/boyfriend crap, after all, you were both spies and that was the main priority.

And for weeks, it had been going well.

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Happy Anniversary (G.D)

Summary: Its yours and Grayson’s 3 year anniversary. You guys couldn’t spend the day together because he was busy with meetings. Grayson made sure to have an eventful day planned out for you, before you guys see each other that night for dinner. 

Word Count: 4, 255 (sorry its long. I have no self control)

Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff! 

A/N: This one is for my twin @4odolans / @cassmoreiraxo ! I love you <3


Reader’s POV

It was Grayson and I 3 year anniversary, and he had plans to take me out to this very nice 5-Star steak house in LA. I told him I didn’t want anything fancy or flashy. Honestly I would’ve been fine with pizza and a movie in my living room, but of course Grayson didn’t listen. Grayson had meetings pretty much all day today, so I wouldn’t see him until tonight for dinner. I wasn’t upset about it because I knew what kind of career he has, and how busy he can get sometimes. Besides, Grayson made sure I had something to do to keep myself busy all day, until we saw each other tonight. 

I woke up this morning to an empty bed because Grayson had to leave for his meetings pretty early. Instead of waking up next to my boyfriend I woke up to pink and red rose petals all over the bed, with tray of breakfast waiting for me on his side. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Grayson doing all this for me. I also couldn’t help but worry a little, because lets be honest Grayson is a shit cook. He loved cooking, but he sucked at it. So I’m kind of nervous to eat it. But still the fact that he put in all this effort was so cute. He made all of my favorites. Pancakes with scrambled eggs and turkey bacon, with a side of fresh fruit, and a tall glass of orange juice to wash it all down with. My breakfast also came with a note, curious as to what it said I opened it.

“ Good Morning Baby Girl,

Happy Anniversary! I can’t believe it’s been a 3 years already. Crazy to think that all of this started because of a follow spree huh? Started off being a fan, than you became my best friend, and you’ve been my best friend for almost 7 years. I love how you’ve been supporting me since I only had 2,000 followers on Twitter. Now I’m at 3 million, and you’re still here supporting me, and everything I do. You looked passed the stupid cringe worthy Viner and YouTuber, and got to know me for me, and now, you’re my girlfriend. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I love you so much Y/N. I love the way you drag out my name whenever you’re mad. I love how you’re never afraid to call me out when I’m doing something stupid, or being annoying. I just fucking love you so much Y/N. I suck at these things, but I can tell you better tonight. I wish we can spend the day together, but I planned a little something for you today. A challenge if you will. First you’re going to have to get the vlogging camera and vlog everything from beginning to end. Next, I left notes around the apartment with some instructions on them, so just follow the instructions and I’ll see you tonight beautiful. I love you. 

- Grayson ♥ ”

I was on the verge of tears at how cute this letter was. I finished my breakfast, and surprisingly it was really good. There was no way he cooked this. At least not by himself. I decided to go take a shower, and get ready for the day that Grayson had planned for me. 

* * * *

I got out the shower, and wrapped my wet hair in a clean towel, and wrapping another towel around my body. I walked back into the bedroom, and grabbed my phone off the charger and decided to send Grayson a text.

Y/N: Good Morning babe! How are the meetings going? Thank you for breakfast, it was delicious! I saw the note you left me, & I can’t wait to see what you planned. It should be interesting. Btw, who cooked breakfast??

I sent my text, and within seconds Grayson texted back.

Grayson: Our next meeting starts in a few. But your first instruction is in the closet ;) oh and make sure you remember to vlog the day. Have fun babygirl. I love you and I’ll see you tonight! 

Grayson: Cameron came over and helped me cook.

Y/N: I love you too, & I can’t wait! ;) Tell Cam I said thanks for breakfast!

I plugged my phone back up to the charger and started heading over to the closet like Grayson said. There was a note on the closet door. What the heck, how come I didn’t notice this before? Remembering what Grayson said about vlogging this entire day, I walked over to the dresser, and grabbed the little vlogging camera that Grayson got me randomly. I turned the camera on, and I started talking and explaining pretty much what was going to be happening today. I walked over to the closet and ripped off the note that was on the closet door. 

“Start Here” the note read. 

I pushed open the closet door, and turned on the light only to reveal my closet decorated with a bunch of blowed up balloons and confetti all on the floor. I confused at how he had managed to do all this with me here the whole time. He probably did it early this morning when I was still sleeping. I had the best boyfriend in the world. I was looking for something to put it on because I was still in my towel. I didn’t really want to dress up till later tonight, so I decided I’ll just wear on of Grayson’s t-shirt and some leggings. As I went to grab the t-shirt from one of the draws, I saw a pink Victoria Secret bag in the corner with a pink bow on it. It was like he purposely put it there because he knew I was going to wear one of his shirts or something. I held the camera over the bag so I could film myself opening up the bag. There was a pair of gray PINK sweat pants, with a matching hoodie, and t-shirt. As I was pulling everything out, there was a note at the bottom of the bag. 

“Although you look very cute in my clothes, I thought these would look better on you while you’re out. PS, please put my shirt back! Now go in the living room for the next note ;)”

I laughed knowing how annoyed he’d get whenever I’d take one of his shirts. He didn’t mind whenever I wore them, but the problem was I never give them back. I mean technically their mine anyway. I turned off the camera and got dressed in the outfit Grayson got me, and they actually were the perfect fit. 

I got the camera and turned it back on, and started making my way down the hall towards the living room, and my jaw dropped. There were big red letter balloons that spelled out I Love You against the wall, and a big bouquet of lilies and daisies on the coffee table. As I walked closer I saw 2 notes next to the bouquet of flowers. I picked up the note, and read it out loud to the camera.

“Hope you liked the flowers babe. I knew lilies and daisies are your favorite so I made sure to get the biggest bouquet they had! Now on the other note you’re going to see a list of places. I need you to go to all those places that I listed in that exact order, and at that exact time. You’ll be running into a few familiar faces as you go ;)”

What the hell is he planning? I guess I’m going on a little scavenger hunt. Except I don’t think I’m really suppose to be looking for anyting. Or am I? I honestly had no idea. I just know the first place I was suppose to go to is a nail salon. I walked over to the key hanger to grab my car keys, but instead of it being my normal car keys it was replaced with a small remote control looking thing. And of course there was another note.

“Looking for your keys? Yeah well about that, I may or may not have thrown them away. Go to you’re usual parking spot to find your car ;)” 

What the hell does he mean he threw my keys away? Why the hell would he throw them away? Is this a prank? I kept asking questions in my head, as I headed down to the parking garage and to my parking spot. As I approached my parking spot I couldn’t see my car. There was a white Jeep Wrangler with a big red bow on it, in the spot where my old 2003 Honda Civic was. 

No fucking way. Did Grayson get me a new car? There’s no fucking way.

“Oh my god!” I said into the camera. 

I walked closer to the car, and on the windshield there was a paper with my name on it. I was shaking right now. What the hell is happening. I’m honestly so confused. I opened up the paper, and began reading out loud into the camera.

“Yeah I threw your car away too. Well not actually threw it, but I got rid of it. You’re too cute to be riding in that old rust bucket, that literally can stop working any day now! I remember you telling me how much you wanted a Jeep Wrangler. So I thought why not get it for my girlfriend as a anniversary gift. I know you’re going to try and call me and tell me how you can’t except it and all this other stuff. But it’s yours baby girl. You deserve it, and everything else you’re about to receive. There’s no fighting me on this. On any of this. Just get your thick ass in the car, and drive to the nail shop. Have fun princess ;)”

I was crying right now, and it was all on video. Grayson really did this for me. He really got me my dream car. Seriously what did I do to deserve him? I got into the car, and there was no way to contain my excitement so I screamed, at the top of my lungs still recording everything. He even installed a holder thing for the camera on the dash, so I hooked my camera onto there, and started playing with the buttons in the car. The car was push to start so that remote thing makes sense now. I started the car, and immediately the GPS appeared on the screen part of the dash. I guess Grayson set up the directions for all the places he wanted me to go to in the GPS already. 

* * * *

I followed the voice on the GPS all the way to the nail shop. I parked my brand new car out front, grabbed the camera off the dash, and walked into the shop. Grayson’s sister Cameron was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. I guess she was waiting for me. 

“Took you look enough!” Cameron joked, giving me a hug.

“Was I suppose to meet you here? I have no idea what is happening. Grayson got me a fucking car Cam!” I said still shocked. I can see her laughing at how confused I was. 

“You know about this didn’t you?” I asked her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

“Yup!” she replied popping the p.

“So what are we doing here?” I asked.

“We’re getting our nails and feet done, but we’re waiting on my mom. She said she’s parking so…” Cameron began to trail off when she saw her mom walking through the door.

“Hey girls!” Mrs. Dolan cheered, giving both of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I guess you can say that I have a pretty good relationship with his mom. I mean I’ve known them since they were like 14. We’re both 21 now so 7 years is a pretty long time. Throughout those 7 years of knowing each other Grayson and I have been dating for 3. I still remember coming over for Christmas after being his girlfriend, everybody was saying how it was about time we got together. It was good to know that his family supported us from the beginning. 

The 3 of us were having a little girl talk, and getting our nails and toes done. I was currently sitting in the massage chair enjoying the vibrations of the chair against my back. I was enjoying myself a little too much because I didn’t even realize that they were already done with me. I got up to go pay, but Cameron told me that it was already taken care of. 

“Grayson?” I asked her, getting a nod in return. 

I looked at the time, and it was 2pm, I needed to be at the hair salon by 2:30 so I needed to leave now if I was going to get there on time. 

* * * *

I arrived at the hair salon to see one of my best friends Miranda in the front with 2 Starbucks drinks in her hand.

Was she waiting for me? 

“Miranda what are you doing here?” I asked her, as she handed me one of the Starbucks drinks.

“Waiting on you. Come on, you gotta get your hair done.” she said, opening the door, and I followed her inside. 

“You’re in this with Grayson aren’t you?” I asked, and she nodded, smiling ear to ear. 

Okay seriously what the hell is going on? All of this is cute, but I was honestly so confused.

The hair stylist sat me down in her chair, and handed me the book of hair color and styles and told me to pick. I starred at Miranda who was still giggling like she on laughing gas or something. 

“What?” I asked her chuckling a bit.

“Oh nothing, you’re just so cute.” she said, pinching my cheeks causing me to laugh.

I picked out the color I wanted, and told the hair stylist I just wanted a little trim, and maybe a blow out. She started going to town on my head, and about 2 hours later I was done. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, and was completely satisfied with the results. My hair was so soft, and the color complimented my skin completely. Just like at the nail salon, I tried to go pay, but Miranda told me it was already taken care of. So of course I knew it was Grayson. It was now 4:30pm, and I needed to be at my next stop at 5. Which apparently was some dress store. 

When I got in the car, I decided to give Grayson a call. I figured he’d be done with his meetings now, since its 4:30 and he left for his meetings at 7 this morning.

“Hello?” a voice sounded through my new car speakers. 

“Ethan?” I asked, recognizing that it was Grayson so it most likely had to be Ethan.

“Yup thats me! Whats up Y/N?” he asked, clearly trying to be funny.

“Ethan, where’s Grayson?” I asked.

“Uh you’re not allowed to talk to Grayson right now. He’s busy pooping right now” Ethan said, and I could hear Grayson in the background yelling at him.

“Ethan I can hear him in the background you ass clown! Give him the phone!” I yelled at the idiot on the other end of the phone. 

“No can do Y/N. You’ll have to wait till later to talk to him.” he said, clearly not gonna let me talk to my boyfriend. 

“Whatever asshole.” I said jokingly, as I hear Grayson yelling I love you in the background before Ethan hung up.

I arrived at this little boutique, and I had a feeling someone I know was going to be here to meet me. As I was getting out of my car, I spotted a familiar car parked a few cars in front of me. It was my other best friend’s Leena’s car. 

I still didn’t know why Grayson wanted me to vlog this. I guess it’s for a video or something I don’t know. I walked into the boutique and as suspected Leena was there. She had a few dresses in her arms, while she was looking through a rack. But when she saw me she ran over and instead of giving me a hug she hand me the dresses, and took the camera out of my hand. 

“Leena wth?” I asked, yet again still confused.

“Shhh! Just try them on. Hurry! she shooed me into the fitting room, and I started trying on the different dresses she handed me.

We tried 5 out of the 6 dresses she gave me, and she didn’t like any of them. 

I didn’t even know what I was trying on dresses to begin with. Maybe it was for the dinner?

“Am I suppose to pick a dress for dinner my anniversary dinner tonight?” I asked, going back into the fitting room trying on the last dress.

“Yes, now hurry!” she said, rushing me. 

I looked in the mirror, and my jaw dropped. The dress was beautiful. It was a beautiful red lace cocktail dress that stopped a little above my knee. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places. I stepped out of the fitting room, and Leena nodded in approval!

“You know you can’t wear underwear with that right?” she said kind of loud, causing everyone in the store to look. 

“Oh my god.” I said burying my face in my hand. 

I stood in front of the mirror admiring the dress some more, when Leena came over with a pair of shoes to go with my dress. They were a nude pair of open toe strapped heels. They were really cute, and look perfect with the dress. Just like at the nail shop, and the hair salon, Grayson had already paid for everything. Okay I’m defiantly going to talk to him tonight, about spending all this money on me. I know he likes buying me things, and as he always says he wants to treat me like the princess I am, but I can’t help but feel bad. I mean the nails, hair, and dress is one thing, but he got me a brand new car. I mean I can only imagine how much that car is! I shook away the thought, when I felt Leena tap my shoulder. 

“You need to go home and get ready! Someone will be there to pick you up at 8, to take you the restaurant to meet Grayson for dinner.” she said, before giving me a hug, and handing me back the camera.

I left the boutique and started making my way home. 

* * * *

I made it home around 6:30, and it was now 7:30. Someone was suppose to be here to pick me up at 8. I was currently putting the last touches on my make up, and all I needed to do was get dress. I laid my dress out on the bed, and pulled the zipper down on the side. I stepped inside the dressed, and pulled it up, putting in one arm first, than the other. I zipped up the zipper on the side, and patted down any wrinkle that was on the dress. I pulled my heels out the box and put them on. Once my shoes were on, I walked back over to my make up table, and applied on some nude colored lipstick. I sprayed on some perfume, and ran a comb through my hair. I didn’t have to do anything to it, since it was still nicely done from earlier. I finished just in time, because I heard a car horn honking downstairs.

I grabbed my purse, locked my apartment, and started heading downstairs. I opened the door of the apartment lobby, and saw a car that looked a lot like Ethan’s BMW. I stood by the door starring at the car for a few seconds, until I saw the front window going down, and Ethan stuck his face out the window.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” he said mocking Mean Girls. I crinkled my eyebrows in confused, but couldn’t help but let out a laugh. 

“Are you suppose to be my Uber?” I asked, getting into the front seat. 

“Pretty much, yeah.” he said flashing me a goofy smile.

“Well I’m not paying you.” I said laughing at him.

We were blasting music, and jamming out in the car as we were on our way to the restaurant. 

We arrived, and as I was trying to open the door to get out, Ethan stopped me.

“No, I’m suppose to get door.” he told me, as he got out the door and ran to the other side.

“You didn’t have to open my door E.” I said.

“Oh don’t worry this was a once in a lifetime thing sis.” he said. I found it cute how he called me sis. I mean Ethan and I always considered each other like brother and sister. But I don’t know I just thought it was cute when he said it,

“Thanks Eteeweetee!” I chooed at him, while I patted him on the head. 

I walked into restaurant, and you can just feel the romantic vibe going on in there. The lights were dim, and they had soft music playing quietly throughout the restaurant. I told the host, I was meeting someone here, and I gave him Grayson’s name, and he started walking me towards the back end of the restaurant. As we were walking towards the back, I saw Grayson sitting at cute little table reserved for just 2. He was holding something in his hand, I’m guessing it was his phone. He saw me coming and started to get up from his seat.

Finally, I get to see my man after a long eventful day! He cleans up pretty nicely. He was wearing all black jeans, with a white collared button down shirt. Simple but yet so effective. His hair, was so fluffy, and his curls fell effortlessly to the side just like I love. 

“Hey beautiful.” Grayson said, pulling me into a hug and giving me a peck on the lips.

Like the gentleman that he is, he pulled out my chair for me, and helped me push myself in closer to the table. He sat down, and I couldn’t help but smile. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. No matter how many dates we go on, or how long I’ve been around him, I can’t help but get nervous still. 

“So how do you like your new car.” Grayson asked flashing me his signature smirk.

“Grayson, I love it so much! But why did you do that? I was fine with my old car.” I said.

“That car was going to break down at any minute. Besides I’ve been wanting to get you a Jeep for a while now.” he said, smiling at me.

“Babe, you didn’t have to do that! Seriously, you didn’t have to do none of this. I would’ve been perfectly fine with eating pizza in my living room.” I said truthfully. I didn’t need any of these fancy things, and Grayson knows that. We can be in a sewer somewhere, but I would’ve been happy as long as I was with him.

We ate our food, and had our normal everyday conversations. We talked about his meeting, about how my day was, and just everything in between. Grayson paid the bill, and since he drove here, we made our way to his car and started heading home. 

As much fun as today was, I couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment, and cuddle up with my boyfriend watch a few movies, and go to sleep. We pulled up to the parking garage, and Grayson handed me a blindfold. 

“Put it on.” he directed. 

I knew there was no point in questioning him or trying to protest against it, so I placed the blindfold over my head, and sat there in the passenger seat. I heard a car door close, and quickly after that I heard my passenger door open.

“I’m going to carry you upstairs, okay babe?” Grayson said, as he carried me out the car. 

He carried me to the elevator and once we were in he put me down. Grayson was quite the whole time, so I was getting a little nervous. I was blindfolded and I had no idea what was going on. For all I know I could be walking to my death trap right now, and this guy isn’t even Grayson. I heard the elevator ding, meaning we must be at our floor. I felt Grayson life me up again, and after about a minute, I was put down again. I heard some keys jingling, so I assume that Grayson was opening the door. He lifted me up again, and once I was put down again, my noise instantly got hit with a wave of vanilla, and flowers.

“Hold out your hand.” Grayson said as he took my camera from me. His voice was soft, and a little shaky. As if he was nervous or something almost.

I held out my hands, and felt a couple of skinny twig like things in my hand. 

“I want you to count to 3 and take your blindfold off.” Grayson said, but his voice was started to fade out. 

“1, 2, 3 …” I counted out loud, removing my blindfold. 

I removed my blindfold to the most beautiful, and cutest scene ever. The apartment lighting was dim, there were candles throughout the room, and there was a pathway on the floor made out of rose petals, and little candles. I looked to see what it was Grayson had put in my hands, and it was a small bouquet of a dozen roses. Sticking out was a little note that said …

“On each rose, I wrote something that I love about you. When you finish reading all of them, come into the bedroom, for your final surprise.”

On each rose there was a little strip of paper, I was suppose to read all of them, and come into the bedroom after to get my last surprise. Jeez Grayson I wonder what that can be. I went red at the thought, but I needed to focus on one thing at a time. 

I removed the first strip and it said…

“I love your smile.” 

I felt myself cheesing reading this. I removed the next strip and read it. I continued to do that for all of them. 

“I love the way your eyebrows crinkle together when you’re mad at me.”

“I love when you play in my hair when I can’t sleep.”

“I love that you’re so nice to all of my fans.”

“I love you because you make me feel wanted.”

 I continued to read through each note, trying my hardest to hold back my tears, but this was the cutest thing that anyone has ever done for me. There was only 2 left, and I get to go see what my final surprise is. Although I’m sure I had a pretty good idea. Good thing, I didn’t wear any underwear. 

I picked up the next strip and read it out loud.


Will? What does that mean? Who’s Will? 

I pulled off the last strip of paper from the rose, and placed the small bouquet on the kitchen counter with the rest of the notes. I started walking towards the bedroom door, as I read the last strip of paper.


You? It went from cute to confusing. What is this note an the last one suppose to mean? I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was about to get pranked as soon as I opened this door.

I took a deep breathe, and placed my hand on the door knob twisting it slightly and pushed the door open. 

“Grayson what ar-” I was cut off by everything that was in front of me.

What I saw in front of me was not what I was expecting at all. Grayson was kneeling on one knee. Behind him were the same big red letter balloons from this morning, but instead of saying I Love You, it said Marry Me with a question mark. I looked down at the 2 strips of paper in my hand. 

“Will” “You”  

Oh My God. Is Grayson purposing to me? 

I looked up from my hand, and saw Grayson still in the same postion, but this time he was holding open a little box. My heart started pounding through my chest, when I was able to make out that there was a ring in that box. 

Oh My God. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t say anything. I stood there frozen in my spot with the tears building up in my eyes as Grayson started to speak.

“Y/N. I love you so much. I can’t even put into words, how much I love you. You’ve been in my life for 7 years now, you’ve always been my best friend. But these last 3 years, you opened your heart to me and you let me be something more. I don’t know what I would do without you. You keep me sane through all this craziness. When I’m feeling down, you know just what to say to make me feel better. You take away all my worries, and all my doubts. I’m a better person because of you. You’re the sunshine whenever I’m feeling gray. And I don’t ever want to lose my sunshine.”

Grayson got up and started walking towards me.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” he asked, searching my face for an answer.

I grabbed his face, and crashed his lips onto mine. After about a couple of seconds I pulled away.

“Yes! Grayson of course!” I said, and he kissed me again, as he grabbed my waist and spun me around. 

We pulled away from our kiss, and Grayson held out my hand, and slid the ring onto my ring finger. As if on queue, his mom, Cameron, Miranda, Leena, and Ethan, all came out of the closet, with awes and loud chants. I hid my face into Grayson’s face, trying to hide how red I probably was from all of this. He kissed my forehead, and held me in close to his chest. 

“I love you” he said. 

“I love you too.” I replied. 

Princess of Themyscira: Part 2

AN: It was decided on twitter that I would publish this today. I had a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy.

Words: 1299

Part One

You watch from a distance. You watch the sparing in the middle of the ring, and the groups of women that watch it only mildly interested. You move your feet ever so slightly, and the skirt of your dress makes a slight swishing sound. You miss your jeans.

    Opening your book you ignore the chatter around you, and try to focus on the words. It’s a bit difficult to understand, you know very little greek. Only the few phrases your mother had taught you through your life. Your grandmother had insisted on a more formal education.

    In the six months since you’d come to your new home, you’d been immersed in your studies. You’d learned greek, and the amazon’s history. You hadn’t however, made any friends.

    Despite your grandmother’s protests your mother's’ sisters avoided you. If you entered a room, then they left. It stung more than a little bit. As the fighting got louder, and as a result the cheers, you gave up on your book. Leaning back against the column you gave the fight your full attention.

    Artemis was someone who liked to win. She was strong and fierce, and she reminded you of your mother in that way. She also tended to be cruel at times. She showed no mercy, and even littler patience. You avoided her to the best of your ability.

    As she once again claimed victory you slipped away. Your rooms were near your grandmothers. On most nights she would join you in them, and tell you stories of the Amazons, and of your mother. Tonight however, she was dining with some of her sisters. You had been invited, and carefully rejected the offer.

    You collapse on your bed and watch the sun set. When the darkness envelops your room, you shred your dress, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side of the room. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. You carefully remove the workout clothes you had brought from home, and slip them on.

    You take a moment to look at the other things in the truck. Other clothes, pictures, and important documents. You close the lid, before you let your mind wander into the past. Dressed and ready you slip from your room and into the surrounding woods.

    Your parents had never wanted you near the fighting. They had never wanted you to follow in their footsteps. But being a Wayne, being Batman and Wonder Woman’s daughter brought a special kind of danger to your life that could never be escaped.

    Your father had taught you how to move, how to escape and how to hide. Your brother had taught you how to fight. The lessons had been hard and unforgiving, but then again, everything Damian did was that way.

He’d always had sense for these kind of things, of what the future would hold. Unlike what most people thought, Damian was actually a very caring older brother. At least he had been to you. Something to do with blood relation.

All your brothers had spoiled you though. You’d been the baby. Their sister. The one who was never supposed to go through what they had. Yet here you were, running through the jungle on an Amazon island protected my magic.

You run until your legs go weak, and your lungs burn. You go until you just want to collapse. And you do right into the sand. It’ll be pain to wash out of your hair, and an even bigger pain to run back in. But you don’t care. The feel of the sand, and the sound of the waves brings you a bit of peace you hadn’t had earlier.

“You still cling to man’s world.”

You want to curse at the sound of the voice. Any peace you had achieved flies out the window as your body goes tense. You crack open and eye to stare at Artemis. She’s dressed in the same outfit she had been fighting in earlier. There’s still blood on it.

You let out a sigh, “They smell like home.”

“This is your home now.”

You stare up at the woman for a moment, before sitting up, “Could have fooled me.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“That you don’t want me here. That I come from man’s world, and I am a taint upon your precious Amazon blood.”

You see the fire rise in her eyes at the statement, “And who told you that, tell me and I will cut them down.”

You quirk an eyebrow in surprise, you had heard the statement in passing. You weren’t even sure who said it, and to be honest you didn’t care. You’d grown up being the target of every tabloid imaginable. You knew how to ignore things that weren’t true.

Standing up you brush the sand off the best you can before saying, “It doesn’t matter.”

She reaches out and grabs your shoulders, “It does matter you are our sister.”

You eye the hands on your shoulders, and you feel the first flare of anger, as you grip her wrist and twist. You pin her arm to her back, and you’re certain that you can only keep the hold for the few seconds you do, because she’s stunned. She quickly breaks it and turns to face you.

You circle each other for a minute before you both charge. What follows is a knock down, drag out fight. By the end of it you’re both lying on the sand panting. You’re bother battered and bruised, but you’re far worse off than she is. And the only thing you can think, is that you would have made Damian proud.

“You fight well young one.”

You turn your head, wincing as you do so to stare at the woman. She’s already sitting up, and she’s grinning.

You look back to the night sky, “My brother taught me how.”

“And what has happened to him.”

“I don’t know. That’s the worst part. I don’t know if my brothers are dead or alive. Or what’s happening to my friends. It’s the unknown that haunts you.”

Artemis stays quiet for a minute before saying, “I’m sorry that I can’t help you know.”

You laugh, and then groan, “I’m sorry for attacking you.”

“You have spirit little one.”

You smile at the woman, before turning back to the sky. The two of you stay there staring at the stars until the sun breaks through. You don’t talk to the woman for several days after. To be honest you kind of avoid her.

But Artemis is stubborn, and she tracks you down. You’re reading in a tree when that first arrow sores past your head, and embeds itself in the bark. You stare down at the crazy woman whose shot had drawn a fair amount of attention.

“Come little one, it is time for your lesson.”

You do your best to hide behind your book, until you feel the tree shake as she climbs up it. She sits on the branch in front of you and simply says, “You can not spend all your time in books. It would be a dishonor on your mother, and your brother who taught you.”

You continue to stare and she simply says, “You’re small, but you’re crafty. While a direct approach may not work well, a long distance one will. For that you will need a bow and arrow. May your aim be true.”

And between the seriousness of Artemis’ statement and thoughts of Oliver Queen and Roy Harper all you can do is laugh. Because you know your father is turning in his grave. And despite that you take hold of the bow and follow your sister through the now gathered crowd towards the practice field.

I almost lost you...

Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie -  Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)

The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.

The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.

“Emma, what is it?” 

Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves. 

“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…” 

A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards. 

It’s here! The Jolly Roger, it’s back!” 

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Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were always there for him. You cheered him on, supported him, but apparently, you were just a distraction.

Word Count: 1548

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“I’m sorry” were the last words you could ever remember him telling you. 

That day you were so fired up with feelings of anticipation and excitement; it was only a few days before your boyfriend was to debut after all. For as long as you could remember, music always had such a strong grasp on Yoongi’s heart. He practically breathed music, hell he probably was made of music itself. 

You had always known about how his parents didn’t take too kindly of his passion for music, but you had always been there for him. You, along with his older brother, were the only support he had until he auditioned for an entertainment company called BigHit. Although he placed second in his audition, he still managed to grab a spot as a trainee. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you were to claim that you were beyond ecstatic. You were practically bouncing off the walls when Yoongi had told you that he had made it. 

You both knew what it meant for your relationship when he became a trainee. He had to work hard and spend most of his time moving towards his dream. This meant less time spent with you, but you knew how much this meant to him. You loved him so much that you prepared yourself for the lack of dates, the lack of communication, the lack of affection shown towards one another. You prepared yourself because you wanted him to fulfil his dream, even if it meant putting a strain on your relationship. 

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Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent ♥ [Part 2]

Originally posted by j-miki

Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You

Genre: Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Shooting and other Mafia stuff.

Words: 2,530

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Epilogue.

Three days later - it is Monday already - you prepare yourself to return to work and beg your boss for forgiveness after missing 1.5 weeks of work without an excuse.  You arrive at work a bit early and immediately enter your boss’s office. “Uhm.” You clear your throat. “Mrs. Oh?” You ask and look at your boss who just started noticing you. “Y/N! Oh my God are you alright? I couldn’t believe when your brother came in and told us that you actually slit your ankle on a stone and had to go to the hospital! We wanted to visit you but your brother said that you weren’t allowed any visitors because you had lost so much blood and were on strict bed rest!”She carefully pulls you over to a couch in the corner of her office and sits you down. ’My brother?’ You think to yourself. You are an only child. “Talking about brother. Why did you not tell us that you had such a good looking brother!” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and looks at you again worriedly. “Are you sure that you can work again?” You nod and stand up, assuring her once again that you are sure and that she doesn’t need to worry. As you leave her office you think to yourself that those guys are better than you had thought.

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cinderella of sorts (pt. 1)

synopsis: a servant girl’s change of position has prince wonwoo in a debacle (♥ω♥) modern royalty!au part 2: x part 3: x part 4: x

genre: slight angst, fluff 

word count: 5,033 ♕

“Back straighter!” The woman barked at you from behind. “If I see even the least bit of slouching, I’ll add another hour.”

“Yes, Lady Margaret,” you responded instinctively. There was a dull pain at the bottom of your spine from the endless time you had put in to your new training as a personal servant. Lady Margaret, the harsh noblewoman whose sole job was to break the resolve of rebellious servants, had chosen you to become Prince Wonwoo’s personal hand. In those moments, you even longed to be back slaving away in the kitchens. But those thoughts came in passing as you were afraid to focus on anything but the teetering books atop your head.

“You have one week until Sir Richard officially retires and then you will be Prince Wonwoo’s sole confidant,” she repeated. Poor Sir Richard, you thought. He’s been the prince’s teacher and butler since before I can remember, but now he is too senile to button up a waistcoat. “I expect you to not disappoint me.”

“Of course not, Lady Margaret.” Your legs were going numb for sitting absolutely still in the throne-like chair you had been forced into and the dress’s countless layers itched at your already irritated skin. You didn’t dare ask why you had to go through the same training as a noblewoman, seeing as the most you had ever done was served food to the royals, and your future job only really entailed dressing and following the prince around like a miserable puppy. A part of you appreciated being a kitchen maid, but your pay and status were going to be better, so the suffering almost felt worth it. Hopefully you could finally escape the palace after working there since you were a young teenager– all to pay off your family’s debts.

“A prince’s daily dress is in what order?”

“If it is cold, a cotton undershirt that has the same sleeve length as the overshirt is necessary. The overshirt should always be steamed and pressed as to not have a wrinkle, but not be too crisp that it is uncomfortable or unflattering. The prince is allowed to choose his own cufflinks, but is pleased to be gently advised. The prince’s waistcoat or officer’s coat should always be fastened to conceal his overshirt when he is outside his room or unless he specifically requests otherwise. If the prince is going to an official visit or parade, it is necessary that he be wearing his belt, sash, and epaulettes fastened by matching passants.”

Lady Margaret gave you her regular cold smile, but she seemed rather proud. “And his shoes?”

“The prince is allowed to choose, but he must be reminded of common fashion faux pas.”

“Must I be reminded?” A deep voice said from behind you.

You watched Lady Margaret’s eyes widen and would have spun around immediately if not for the delicate tower you were balancing. She stooped into a deep bow and you quickly swiped the books off of your head and placed them on the long table gently, suddenly keenly aware of the heat crawling up your neck and reaching your face. You stood and faced the image of Prince Wonwoo descending the large staircase, the huge window behind him throwing sunlight across his broad shoulders.

“I dare say all of us need be reminded of certain things each day, Your Highness,” you tried to diffuse the tension with a deep bow that matched your instructor’s. You heard Prince Wonwoo chuckle and a deep sigh of relief from Lady Margaret.

“Right you are,” he nodded. Your breath hitched in your throat when he reached the bottom and took calculated steps towards you while you finally garnered the courage to stand up straight. It was a rare moment of seeing Prince Wonwoo alone before you, without being surrounded by councilmen or tailed by Sir Richard. He was breathtaking, you had to admit, especially up close. Even in simple black slacks and a white dress shirt he seemed to be beaming.

“She is the young woman who is to become your personal assistant, Your Highness,” Lady Margaret interjected. “I was simply quizzing her on your daily dress.”

Wonwoo’s wide eyes traveled back to you. “Does my future personal assistant not have a name?”

You bowed quickly. “I’m Y/N, Your Highness. I am a kitchen maid at the moment.”

“Ah, I knew you looked familiar,” he hummed, one side of his mouth tugging upward. “I’ll leave the both of you alone, then,” he concluded, nodding at each of you before you found yourself once again bowing while he disappeared behind one of the many doors in the dining hall. Lady Margaret let out a huff that made her shoulders fly up before falling again. Your heart finally returned to a steady beat and you made a similar sound of solace.

“Disaster avoided,” she cleared her throat. “Well done, Y/N. I believe we’re finished for today.”

Dinner that evening was uniquely awkward. Kitchen servants generally didn’t interact with the royals outside of meal times, and it was strange pouring wine and holding platters for someone you had spoken to just hours earlier. Wonwoo held an odd smile that was distinctly out of character for him throughout the meal.

“That’s enough,” the king held his hand up to you to stop pouring into his tall glass. “What of you, Wonwoo?”

“I’m quite fine. Y/N already took care of me,” Prince Wonwoo held up his glass as evidence. You stepped back from the table and gulped, instantly feeling the king and queen’s eyes on you.

“Oh, forgive me. Lady Margaret introduced me to Y/N earlier. Father, Mother, she is going to be my new personal assistant,” Prince Wonwoo explained, gesturing in your direction.

“Is that so?” The queen sang, looking you up and down. You felt rather self conscious before the royal family in nothing but your bland servant’s dress and holding a bottle of wine that was certainly more valuable than your life’s savings.

You bowed, clutching the bottle harder than what was necessary. “Yes, Your Majesty. I will do my best.”

“Wonderful,” the king chuckled. “Then you must already be acquainted with Sir Richard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. He has informed me of everything that will pertain to my duties,” you spoke. They nodded in pleasant agreement and you excused yourself back to the kitchens to fetch dessert plates. When you returned, Wonwoo was standing and pushing his chair in. “Your Highness, are you not going to stay for the cake?”

He shook his head decidedly. “I’m going to see Richard’s car off,” he said, his voice wrapped in sadness though you could tell he had tried to hide it. “Goodbye,” was all he uttered before he paced out of the hall, his coat thrown around his shoulders. His parents watched him go with painful gazes, and all at once you felt their simple family dynamic heavily. You couldn’t help but feel a pang at your heart as you imagined Wonwoo having to let go of the man who practically raised him.

“Y/N, you’ll do well for our boy, won’t you?” The queen mumbled absentmindedly.

“Certainly, Your Majesty,” you answered. You bowed and fled to the kitchens where you let out the breath you had been holding. The other servants were fervently washing dishes but you threw off your apron and gathered your skirt in your hands so you could jog to the main hall. When you finally arrived, you saw Prince Wonwoo coming back through the main palace doors, from the darkness into the light. He was looking at his feet and had his hands stuffed into the stiff pockets of his slacks.

“Your Highness,” you called to him, your feet flying across the plush rug. His head snapped up and shocked eyes met yours, and you gave a short bow to him when you were just a few feet apart. “I came to give my apologies that Sir Richard has to leave. Your Highness must have been very attached to him.”

“Indeed,” he murmured. His fingers were fiddling with the cuff of one of his sleeves as he searched your face. “Why you?”

“Pardon?” You asked, your head tilting slightly.

“Why did Lady Margaret choose you?”

You had given the same question extensive thought and still had no answer. “I’m not sure, Your Highness. I promise I will do my best to provide like Sir Richard.”

He looked down at you– you always forgot just how brooding he was– and nodded. “I would hope so. I’ll be off to bed now.” With that, he walked past you, in the direction of the residential wing. One of the guards at the door gave you a shrug. You shook your head in minor disbelief and slowly walked to the servants’s dormitories.

The Saturday’s blue dawn barely lit up your small room in the servants’s wing; you rolled out of bed reluctantly, but padded around getting ready as you had no intention of being late on your first day. You crept past the other soundly sleeping maids, many of whom were grateful they weren’t on breakfast duty. You threw open your wardrobe after brushing your teeth in the communal bathroom, even pressing on some make-up (Lady Margaret’s voice echoed in your head: you will be in the presence of the prince around the clock, after all). New dresses filled the rack, replacing the old maiden outfits you had worked in for years. Your heart swelled at their beautiful simplicity, but a part of you longed for the practical skirts you were used to. Nevertheless, you pulled one off of its hanger and put it on, your hands running over the soft skirt. It had elbow-length, breathable sleeves and its cream skirt fell just below your knees. The feeling of having your hair down was pleasantly unusual, and you had a bounce in your step as you headed to the kitchens to pick up Prince Wonwoo’s breakfast platter.

You carefully ascended the stairs with the silver tray which was weighed down with toast, fruit, and the type of coffee that Sir Richard had described to you in annoying detail. You knocked on Wonwoo’s door softly, one arm balancing the food, and turned the knob when his crisp morning voice said you could come in. You entered, struck by his messy hair and his normally prestigious frame adorned with black silk pajamas. He was sitting on the side of his bed, his long legs slung over the side, and gave you a weak smile as you set his breakfast on a coffee table just a few feet away. “Good morning, Your Highness,” you chirped, walking over to the window and throwing the drapes open. “I do hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you,” he yawned, wobbling over to an armchair and sinking into it. You threw open the door to his closet and began picking out each aspect of his outfit precisely before laying each piece over the foot board of his huge bed. Finally, you grabbed the polished wood box filled with cufflinks and presented it to him.

“What would you like today, Your Highness?”

His tired eyes scanned the rows intently while he sipped on his coffee. “You pick.”

You raised your brows, but plucked out a pair of silver cuff links with metal that appeared to be tied in shiny knots. You heard Prince Wonwoo chuckle as you returned the case to the closet. “Is something the matter, Your Highness?”

“Not at all. It’s just that those were Richard’s favorites,” he said, more to himself than to you. You felt your chest deflate and busied yourself with selecting a gray waistcoat. “Y/N, this coffee is good,” he changed the subject.

“I’m glad, Your Highness,” you smiled, finally done with the meticulous process of putting an outfit together. “If you don’t mind, it’s time for you to pick some shoes, Your Highness.”

He got up and was suddenly just inches from your face when he playfully asked, “Are you sure you don’t need to remind me of common fashion faux pas?”

It was rude to break the gaze of a royal, but you instantly turned your head in embarrassment. “I apologize for that incident, Your Highness. It was not our intention to insult you.”

“If you don’t wish to insult me,” he stepped around into your field of vision again. “Then call me Wonwoo.”

You were so shocked that you stuttered for several seconds before you finally insisted, “That’s simply not possible, Your Highness.” You intentionally avoided his warm brown irises.

“Why is that?” He inquired, taking another step toward you. “Richard called me Wonwoo.”

“That– that was a very different circumstance,” you stumbled, hurrying over to his foot board and snatching clothes off their hangers in urgency. You could hear him laughing behind you, but you were so red in the face that you couldn’t bear to turn. He stepped in front of the full-body mirror that hung over his closet door and began unbuttoning his pajama shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders. Your eyes were glued to the floor so you weren’t tempted to stare at his bare torso. You helped him button his white dress shirt and light gray waist coat and turned away while he pulled on gray slacks; he stepped into the shiny black shoes he had finally decided on and tugged on a fitted gray sports jacket.

“Bow tie?” You suggested, holding up a black one, which you tied around Prince Wonwoo’s neck after a swift nod from him. You stepped back and admired your work while he fastened his cufflinks.

“I have a luncheon with the prime minister, so I won’t be seeing you until afternoon tea,” he explained. “While I’m away, I would appreciate you dusting my study.”

“Certainly,” you agreed, beginning to make his bed. He popped another strawberry into his mouth and watched you work. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while you went about the room, familiarizing yourself with the space Sir Richard had told you so much about. You grabbed a kerchief from the dresser and Prince Wonwoo watched in a daze as your delicate hands folded it into a neat square before you bashfully slid it into his front pocket. “Perfect.”

You took the mostly empty platter from the table, including the drained coffee cup, and made your way towards the door. With one leg holding it ajar, you called, “Have a good day, Your Highness.”

A flattered smile spread across his face. “You too, Y/N.”

Prince Wonwoo’s study smelled of old parchment and the wood that sat charred in the fireplace. Thick books of laws, poetry, and stories lined each wall with each tall set of shelves presenting a new part of his collection. A thick layer of dust covered every inch of the room, apart from Prince Wonwoo’s tidy desk. You imagined that the prince had kindly refrained from asking Sir Richard to clean in his deteriorating state; you subconsciously smiled at the sweet thought.

You gripped your feather duster, furniture polish, and rags and got to work. Your eyes scanned all of the interesting series that decorated the shelves. A surprised laugh sprang from you when you came across a stack of records that contained Frank Sinatra and Perry Como. “To think Jeon Wonwoo likes easy listening on records,” you said under your breath, sliding a Perry Como record out of its case and carefully setting it on the nearby antique player. The needle glided across the vinyl and you sang along as you cleaned.

Don’t let the stars get in your eyes
Don’t let the moon break your heart
Love blooms at night
In daylight it dies
Don’t let the stars get in your eyes
Or keep your heart from me
For some day I’ll return
And you know you’re the only one I’ll ever love…  

Hours later, you were finally finished with the meticulous dusting around the spine of each book and you spent the next several hours steaming and pressing Prince Wonwoo’s shirts, another mind-numbing process. You were just hanging the pristine shirts when you looked down at your wristwatch and nearly cursed at the time– three. You hissed to yourself in annoyance and darted out of the room and down the staircase to greet Prince Wonwoo and accompany him to tea with his family and, presumably, some councilmen. He was just coming through the palace doors, waving goodbye to his driver, and you suddenly thought back to the sad farewell of last night but shook it from your mind and smiled at the prince.

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” he greeted you with a bright smile. You grinned back at him and bowed.

“Welcome home, Your Highness,” you said. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Policy is going well,” he told you, gesturing that you follow him to the dining room. “Tell me, how miserable were you while dusting today?”

You resisted the urge to laugh. “Not at all. You were very gracious to Sir Richard, Your Highness.”

He busted out with laughter in a way that made your fingertips tingle and cheeks raise up. “Perhaps a little too gracious. Thank you for doing it.”

“There is no need to thank me, Your Highness,” you contended, walking past him so you could hold the door to the dining room open to him. He raised a brow at you and paused his walking.

“There’s always a need.” You could have sworn he winked at you in that moment, but he disappeared past the door frame and you were obligated to follow, regardless of your pounding heart.

“Ah, Father, Mother,” he yelled, much to the surprise of the king and queen. “Good afternoon.”

“Why hello, son,” the king chortled while Prince Wonwoo kissed his mother’s cheek. You pulled out a chair for the prince and slid it back into place before stepping away from the table, like you were used to as a servant. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing in particular. The Prime Minister was in a fine mood and I learned this morning that Y/N is a barista in her own right,” the prince chatted, and you nearly jumped at the sound of your name. You weren’t sure you were ever going to get used to the royal family speaking of you so much.

“How lovely,” the queen said, her warm eyes finding yours. “So you’re getting on well, Y/N?”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” you clasped your palms together with nerves.

The family talked among themselves for the rest of the hour about national affairs and other matters you didn’t understand, so you ended up drifting into your own thoughts while you stood several feet behind the prince’s chair. You were astounded at all you had discovered about him in just the few months of training you had done, and the one day of actually knowing him personally. The man you had always perceived as cold and off-putting liked his coffee in a very particular way– so sweet it could hardly still be called coffee– and kept his own vinyls of big band music. He was surprisingly sweet and just wanted to be called by his first name, despite your status forbidding that. You almost wanted to cry at just how ignorant you were before. How could you have served the royal family for so long and still not known him?

“I’d like to go for a walk now,” the prince announced, standing and throwing his sports jacket over one arm. You bowed to the king and queen and followed him out to the courtyard. The two of you began your stroll through the royal arboretum, you offering to carry his sports jacket beneath the leafy shade offered by the rows of trees, and he only gave in after you insisted. “You know, Richard would be giving me a lecture about every single tree we passed.”

You gave him a sad smile. “Well,” you began, pointing to a mature oak just ahead on the path. “I fell out of that tree while I was playing with one of my servant friends when I was ten. I broke my arm and Lady Margaret still hasn’t let me live it down.”

The prince let out a hearty laugh that you found yourself wishing you could hear all the time. “So you’ve been here for that long?”

You tilted your head in thought. “I suppose, Your Highness. It’s odd now that I think about it.”

He shook his head, apparently not comprehending. “What a life. I couldn’t imagine…” He trailed off.

“Don’t misunderstand, Your Highness, I enjoy serving here,” you declared. The pang of loneliness and homesickness in your chest was painful, but who were you to complain to a prince?

He remained silent and you could tell he was lost in thought. His hands were tucked in his pockets with each thumb sticking out, like they always did when he was dazed. Maybe you had studied him more than you thought. The two of you walked the path full circle, both wandering through your own thoughts, and arrived back at the start before you realized that time had passed.

The prince cleared his throat and took his jacket from your arms. “I think I’ll go to my study now, as I do believe I have some work I need to finish. I’ll meet you back in my room… after dinner?” He suggested. You nodded and bowed to his retreating figure. As you walked back to your own room for some pleasure reading, you wondered if the heat on your face was from the afternoon sun or the thought of undressing the prince later on.

“Come in,” Prince Wonwoo called to you on the other side of the door for the second time that day, and you were no less nervous than before. You twisted the gold knob and found him lounging in the armchair next to his bed, feet crossed and propped up on the coffee table, with a novel in his hands. He shut the book decidedly and tossed it on the table, walking over to stand in front of his mirror, while you set your empty laundry basket on the end of his bed. He watched the news on his huge television while you undid his cufflinks and the buttons on his dress shirt before tossing it in the basket.

“I found something rather peculiar in my study today,” he smirked, unfastening his Rolex and handing it to you.

“Did I not dust well enough?” You asked.

“No, no,” he chuckled. “There was a record that I haven’t listened to in ages still spinning on my player.”

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness, that was my mistake,” you gasped. “I should have never touched it–”

“You like Perry Como?” He said, barely audible. You stared at him in absolute awe, confused and amused all at the same time.

“Quite a lot,” you admitted while polishing the face of his Rolex with your skirt.


He pulled the cotton shirt underneath off and discarded it, too, before handing you his belt to put alongside his cufflinks in the closet. You did just that while he stripped entirely and you heard him start his shower. You left with the laundry basket on your hip, the tones of the prince’s singing following you into the large hallway; you wouldn’t dare tell anyone, but you lingered outside the door just a little while to listen.

Months went on like this, with you bringing breakfast and dressing him every morning, while you did chores or errands for him throughout the day. He finally convinced you to call him Wonwoo (This stays exclusively between us, you threatened), and he confided in you about a surprising number of things. He complained that you were too reserved around him, but you didn’t dare to become more casual with him in fear of being improper or, even worse, falling in love with him. You began being rather short in your conversations and limited your time with him.

One night, you entered to start his regular routine to find him surrounded by papers, bottles of expensive whiskey, and rings of condensation from him moving his glass around. You sighed and began to organize the papers on the table. “Rough day?”

Half of his face was covered with one of his large hands while the other held a half-empty glass. From what you could see, he had a bitter smile on his face and his cheeks were aflame with the obvious rash of drunkenness. Wonwoo didn’t answer you, which was really all the answer you needed. You helped him stand and it took all the strength you had to not laugh at his hiccups, though a large part of you was sad that he had drank himself into this state. Nervous hands stripped his top half, while his miserable head was slung over your shoulder.

“I– I hate when they do… that,” he slurred into your ear. Both of you almost toppled over when you tried to get him step out of his slacks, but you steadied him and practically carried him over to his bed, sliding his pajama shirt over his arms and working on its buttons.

“What do you hate, Wonwoo?”

He laughed. It was a pitiful, lonely laugh that made you feel worse than if he was sobbing. “I hate when they say– they say that I’m s’pposed to marry some random girl,” he hiccuped again. “Their efforts are… use– useless,” he muttered, looking over your shoulder to some dejected place.

“It’ll be alright, Wonwoo,” you tried to comfort him, giving up on the idea of getting him in pajama bottoms and simply pressing his shoulders so that he would lie down. You pulled the covers up to his neck and found that his glazed-over eyes were looking at your face again.

“No, no it won’t,” he whispered. His eyes fluttered until they were barely open.

“I don’t see why not,” you consoled him while gathering his clothes and throwing them into your basket.

“It’s because I…” he shook his head. “It’s awful, Y/N. Just awful.”

You sighed and put the basket down on the carpet before slowly sitting on the side of his bed. “What’s awful?”

“It hurts loving you this much,” he groaned. His eyes were closed. Your heart fell to the floor.

“You don’t mean that,” your voice broke and you were thankful he couldn’t see the tears fall down your face and onto his duvet. He had certainly passed out, while you felt your chest could explode with admiration and anguish. You reached a hand out and stroked his cheek. “Wonwoo, darling…You let it happen.” The sleeves of your dress dabbed away your incessant tears. “You let the stars get in your eyes.”

You took the laundry basket and finally left. Every time you tried to sleep that night, you saw his face and were jolted awake.

Your steps were horribly slow up to his room the next morning: you even considered feigning illness and sending a butler up there for him, but you didn’t want to embarrass him by exposing his hangover. So you took the grim march with the tray that held his breakfast (including ice water and aspirin, the medicine you had sneaked out of the infirmary) and hoped that your exhaustion wasn’t painfully obvious.

You knocked on the door and weakly called out, “Prince Wonwoo?” There was no answer and after waiting several seconds, you pushed the door open and walked in anyway. You were surprised to find him fully dressed, sitting in his regular armchair, with the drapes still closed. The only light in the room came from his bedside lamp. You kicked the door closed and melted at his sorrowful gaze, his hands pressed together in front of his mouth, and his tall frame slouched in the chair. Dark circles lined his eyes, and there was a definitive crease in his forehead, probably from his headache. He said nothing as you walked over and put the tray on the coffee table.

All you could think to do was crouch beside him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, so you did just that. He exhaled deeply and stood to hug you back, his arms firm around your waist and your head tucked under his chin.

“I really did say it, then,” he mumbled, to which you simply squeezed him tighter. 

“One of us had to, I suppose,” you tittered, leaning back so you could see his face. You used the pad of your thumb to swipe away the one tear that escaped his eye. “You know this is no good, Wonwoo.”

He shook his head slowly, pursing his lips. “Say it.”


“Say you love me too. I’m fully aware this is in no way easy for you, but I can’t imagine that you could look me in the eyes in this exact moment and tell me you don’t feel this.”

You sighed in disbelief and a stinging adoration for the man who still had his arms locked around your waist. The dull light of the room highlighted the tired features of his face, but you still thought he looked like pure art. Thoughts of his dismal state the previous night in contrast to his lighthearted personality in the day raced across your mind. Did he even know what he was getting himself in to? Could you stop him from barreling down a road of uncertainty even if he did know?

“Wonwoo, I love you more than you’ll ever know,” you sniffled. “That’s why I can’t let you–”

His large hands held each side of your face and instantly his soft lips were pressed to yours. You took in the smell of his musky cologne and the way your fingertips felt clutching his sides. One of his hands wandered to the nape of your neck and cradled your head.

Wonwoo broke away with the most dazzling smile you had ever seen. “I’m the prince. I’m fairly sure I’m the one who makes the decisions.”

“Lady Margaret is going to give me an earful about this.”