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anonymous asked:

my new job is hard can you please write something small and soft about fox rubbing scul’s shoulders after a hard day lol

Sorry it took me a few days, anon! Here you go. Set in season 10. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

Mulder spends half an hour just watching her unsure if he should say something; uncertain if it’s still his place. Then another head tilt, another pained grimace and he can no longer keep his mouth shut.

“Hard day, huh?” Mulder smiles at her. His face, the muscles in his cheek, around his mouth and nose, they need exercise. He is rusty; work and life, he is out of practice. Now he even feels out of practice smiling.

“Yeah.” Scully’s voice is raw; she’s honest with him, which is a start, but she refuses to look at him. Their office is more spacious this time around, less clutter around, but she still doesn’t have her own desk. They’ve only been back for a moment it seems. He makes a mental note to get her one. Though if he’s honest he likes sharing his space with her. He misses it; misses her. In their house, currently just his according to her, her things were always scattered with his. Her clothes over his. Her toothbrush right next to his. Now… he is left with the few pieces she forgot or didn’t deem important enough to take with her to her new home. Their things are no longer mingling at home. But here, now, he can almost pretend. And it’s almost enough, sometimes.

“Why don’t you go on home? Take a shower or…”

“Or?” Her hand cups her neck, squeezes, and Mulder feels the pain shoot through his own shoulders.

“Get a massage.”

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

“You may be, but your neck is obviously not. Give yourself a break, Scully. You haven’t done an autopsy in years.”

“I’m just going to take an ibuprofen and maybe take a hot shower later. Mulder, we need to finish these reports.” She lowers her head and Mulder swears he can hear her muscles protest.

“I can help you, Scully.” He gets up before she can say a single word. Her head shoots up and she frowns at him. Her eyes seem to say don’t even think about it, but he is thinking about it, and he’s tried to ignore it for half an hour. Enough is enough.

“Mulder.” His name sounds as menacing as her face looks. When he takes another step around the desk towards her she puts her hands up and he stops, hurt and anger battling on his face.

“Do you really expect me to watch you suffer?”

“We’re at work, Mulder, and…”

“And what? I’m not allowed to touch you at all anymore because we’re just partners now?” Mulder doesn’t mean to spit his words, doesn’t mean to let his anger out. He takes another step forward just to see her reaction. She merely blinks, glances at him with exhaustion. “I don’t like to see you in pain, Scully,” his voice is softer now, the anger gone completely, and he takes another step towards her, “At least this is something I know how to do right. Please let me.” Her nod is soft, almost indiscernible. Mulder mouths a thank you as he closes the distance between them. He stands behind Scully and gently lets his fingers tangle through her hair, tickle her sensitive skin.

“Are my hands warm enough?” He leans close to her ear and whispers. Scully nods. “Good.” His hands land on her tense shoulders. This is something he knows how to do; he doesn’t feel rusty now. He hasn’t done it in a while, though. The last time, he thinks as he starts to knead, ended with them laughing and toppling over the couch in their home. Back when it was theirs, before. They made love in front of the couch that night, laughing and moaning, sighing and grasping. Then he carried her to bed only to wake up in the morning with a sore back himself. He dismisses the memory, pushes it away like the few strands of her hair that stubbornly fall over her shoulders.

“I forgot how good you are at this, Mulder.” Her voice drips sex, makes his pants feel tight. Mulder takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. His fingers play her muscles, know exactly where to prod, where to put pressure even through her clothes. If he closes his eyes and concentrates hard enough he can recall the feel of her warm, smooth skin under his fingertips.

“This one’s free,” he jokes just to make conversation; if she let him, he’d do this for her every day for the rest of their lives, “the next one will cost you.”

“Hmmm.” She hums. “How much?” A second chance for me, he thinks, and the smile that’s snuck up on him disappears. Not fair; not right to ask her, impossible not to feel the desperate need to do it anyway.

“It was a joke,” Mulder tells her swallowing his feelings, “All you ever have to do is ask.”

“It’s that easy?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is, Scully. Feel better yet?” His hands still on her shoulders but he is reluctant to let go. Once he does, he will miss her again, miss it all.

“Much.” Scully turns and his hands just fall away. They feel wrong now; the sensation of having touched her still present, a phantom pain. She smiles at him, a genuine thank you. “I think I might head home after all if you don’t mind?” He does mind; he wants to be around her as much as he can, as much as she allows him. But he grins instead. His own muscles protesting; just a matter of time, of exercise before it will feel normal.  

“Go home, Scully. Relax those shoulders.” Mulder winks at her and she giggles. Worth it, he thinks. All of it worth it just to see a moment of happiness on her face, to see her light up.

“Thank you, Mulder. For…”

“You’re welcome.” He nods quickly before his hand lands on the small of her back; just an instinct. He leads her over to the door, helps her into her coat. “See you tomorrow?” Scully looks up at him and he realizes they’re awfully close. He nods again, doesn’t trust his mouth. She gets on tiptoes and leaves the whisper of a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t stay too long, Mulder.” She tells him with one last smile before she leaves the office not even giving him the chance to answer. He touches his cheek, smiles, and looks forward to tomorrow.

@heros-wings and I think we’re clever. :D

The government is spying on us…

NSA agent: This bitch is watching the same music video for the fifth time in a row.

Other NSA agent: At least they’re not reading gay fanfic. Everything I never wanted to know about prostate milking…

Another NSA agent: This one is researching how to kidnap someone….Should we tell the FBI?

FBI agent: It’s for a gay fanfic. Please stop making us read these.

CIA agent: *humming DNA through the halls*

Anne’s moment in This Is Me is the closest I’ve ever come to seeing someone just shout “Fight me!” at their love interest in a movie musical and I am absolutely here for it.

When he gets jealous (Avengers preference)

Pairings: Avengers x reader
Author notes:

  • It’s my first time writing preferences, sorry if this sucks.
  • Gifs are not mine

Steve Rogers: Well, Steve is such a gentleman and rarely loses his temper, but whenever a guy flirts, or basically talks to you he can’t help being furiously jealous. He never leaves your side and holds your waist with his strong arms, staring at his poor victim until he decides to leave.

Bruce Banner:
Bruce is really a quiet person, he always tries to contol his emotions since he absolutely doesn’t want to turn green, so even if he is jealous, he simply hides it at that very moment and waits for you two to be alone so that he can talk to you.

Thor: He’s Thor, he is worthy and everyone else just isn’t, so whenever a guy tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t lose his temper introducing himself as your boyfriend, and gladly watches the guy’s self-esteem going to pieces.

Clint Barton:
He’s a bastard, and this is one of the reasons why you love him, so when a guy goes too far with you he shoots an arrow right above his head, pretending it was a mistake and says things like “You should go away, next time you might not be this lucky." 

Tony Stark:
Tony is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, pretty jealous man you would add. When he gets jealous there’s no way to stop his sarcasm, he practically destroys with words the guy in question and does it keeping his usual smirk on his face.

James "Bucky” Barnes:
Bucky is quite insecure, he thinks you deserve the best in life and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to give it to you. For this reason, whenever a guy flirts with you, he becomes quiet and withdrawn, so you immediately notice something’s wrong with him and forget about the other boy, going straight to him to make sure he knows how much you love him. 

Pietro Maximoff:
Pietro is quite possessive when it comes to you, he doesn’t want anyone to look or talk to you in a non-proper way, so whenever another guy flirts with you, he runs straight to you and threatens him using some strange Russian words that you yourself don’t understand, but they do sound pretty intimidating.

Wanda Maximoff: Wanda always knows if someone is having malicious thoughts about you, so she wastes no time and walks up to you, wrapping her arms around you in order to make it clear that  you’re taken.

Natasha Romanoff: Natasha is, well, Natasha. She can’t help telling things the way they are, so whenever someone  flirts with you, she just tells him/her not to bother you and when you two are left alone she hungrily kisses you, whispering things like “Remember that you’re mine” 

Loki: Loki becomes dangerous whenever a guy flirts with you, he uses his magic tricks to make the boy drop in his own feet or to set his clothes on fire; obviously he never means to kill, he only means to maim, or seriously injure*.

*This is sort of a quote from Harry Potter, I do love Dobby!

It’s 3:30 am and I can’t stop

watching this absolute beautiful and perfect video  : 

the switch

→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.

→pairing: bts | reader

→genre: smut

→word count: 9,085

Keep reading


It’s like we’re on the edge of the world. Like we’re safe. Only, we’re not. We can’t stay here. Nope. We can’t go home. No. We should go away. Properly away, like some where foreign. Yeah. Somewhere else. Completely new and start again. Yeah. Do you want to do that too? Yes. I really did want that

Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.

You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.

The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.

“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”

The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.

“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”

“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.

“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.

“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.

“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.

“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”

“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”

You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”

“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”

He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.

The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.

Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.

“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”

You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.

“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”

You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.

“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.

“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.

“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”

“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”

“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.

“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”

“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”

You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.

Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️

After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.

“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”

The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.

“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.

“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.

“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”

“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.

“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”

“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you too.

Prince Harry (part 6)

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Part 4:

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In which Y/N is the Princess of Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage. When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harrys shoulders.

 (I just started watching this show called Reign, so this story is kind of based off that. I would recommend watching it!!)

 Also thanks so much to @eversince-kiwi282   for helping me with ideas for the story, you guys should check her out she’s a great writer!

Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions!


The sound of the horses stomping against the ground, as the carriage wheeled away from the castle was all that you heard for about an hour. You were sitting in the carriage on the way to one of the nearby villages with Harry. The King and Queen said that it was essential for the newly engaged to make an appearance to their own people, and not just the nobles. It was important to show that the royal family still cared for their own people, because they did.

You did.

Though the noble’s allegiance to the reign was important. It was even more crucial to have the support of your own people. If they don’t believe you’re serving the country well, they will resist. Riots and rebellions would begin and they wouldn’t be afraid. You have heard of so many great countries fall because the leaders didn’t care for its people. But you knew you were never going to rule like that.

Even though you are not the ruler of England or even Scotland yet. You knew sometime in the far future that Harry would have to step into his father’s place with you as his Queen. It was something you always thought could happen, but you don’t like to dwell on the future. You needed to focus on your role as a Princess, and your role to Harry.

Both you and Harry had barely spoken a word on your way to the village. But the silence wasn’t awkward it was rather comfortable. You looked out the carriage window and you were surrounded by trees of the forest.

This would be the first time you actually get to see outside the castle grounds, and go see what else England has to offer. You were able to catch a glimpse out England when you were fleeing Scotland, but it was in the dead of night. The memories of that night still haunt you. You remembered it was so dark that you could barely even see outside your carriage. That trip was one you would never forget. Fleeing from your home to be a part of someone else’s family, and country. It was a lot to take in, but considering the circumstances you seem to be doing alright.

You washed away those memories of darker times, and looked out to see that the village wasn’t too far, you were almost there. You looked over at Harry who was sitting across from you to announce that you were close to the village, but his eyes were already on you. And have been most of the ride but you didn’t even notice.

You cleared your throat and said, “ We are almost to the village, it won’t be long now.”

Harry nodded his head, and when you turned back to look outside you could still feel Harry’s eyes on you. You started playing with the sleeves of your blue gown, which has become a nervous habit of yours.  While Harry’s eyes didn’t waver. He knew he was making you feel nervous under his gaze, and he liked it.

“Why are you doing that?” You said as you stopped fiddling with your dress and met Harry’s gaze.

He smirked and shrugged “doing what?” He ask obliviously.

“You know, you keep…” Harry raised his eyebrow and leans forward to you, suggesting you go on.

“You keep staring.”

“Does my staring make you uncomfortable?”

“Well… um.” Harry tried to hide his smile as he sees how flustered you’re getting because of him.

“You didn’t seem to mind my staring when you were looking outside for the last hour, and ignoring me.” You didn’t realize Harry wanted to talk with you.

“That wasn’t my intention, I was just thinking, that’s all.” You really weren’t ignoring Harry you just sometimes get so wrapped up in your thoughts you forget others are around.

“Penny for thoughts?” Harry asks as he scoots closer to the direction you were sitting in the carriage, while still sitting across from you.

“I was just thinking about Scotland, and the night I had to flee from there and come here, and just other stuff.” You didn’t know why you were telling Harry this, but a part of you wanted someone to talk about this stuff with. And even after everything Harry has done, you trust him somehow.

Harry’s smirk turned into a frown after hearing what you said and he unexpectedly took your hand in his. You looked at both of your hands as he intertwined your fingers together and you suddenly felt secure.

“Just know you are safe here Y/N okay. You’re safe in England and with me. I’m sorry about your home in Scotland but England is now your home.” Harry said as he held onto your hands. His forest green eyes were piercing into your own. He was looking at you not like how he was a few moments ago. But with care and sincerity in his eyes.

“Thank you Harry.” You said as you squeezed his hand in yours to show your appreciation. You never knew someone’s words could bring you so much reassurance and calmness.

You didn’t realize you were leaning into Harry until the carriage suddenly came to a stop, causing you to pull back. But Harry kept a hold of your hand.

“Prince Harry and Princess Y/N” One of the Guards said as they opened the door of the carriage.

“We have arrived.”

“Thank you, for getting us here safely.” Harry said to the guard and he nodded, and held the door open for you both.

You heard the trumpets singing upon  your arrival. Harry while still holding your hand stood up and so did you. He exited the carriage and he held your hand as you stepped out of the carriage. You suddenly saw the crowd of people waiting to catch a glimpse of their prince and princess.

You felt a bit of nerves start to form in your stomach, and Harry saw it in your face as well. He pulled you to his side and wrapped his hand around your waist, making you feel less nervous. Harry was trying to show you that you weren’t alone in this, and he was by your side which you were grateful for.

“This way your majesties.” The guard said as he led you both to the people.

All day you and Harry have been talking to the locals, listening to their concerns, and bonding to get a better understanding of your people. Now you were invited into a villager’s home after you and Harry made a speech in the courtyard of the little town. So many people showed up, you were actually surprised. There are many people who like and respect the royal family. But there were many, more than you liked to think about, that hated us and everything we stood for. That’s why these outings are so important.

“Thank you so much for inviting us into your lovely home.” You said to the man who so kindly opened his doors to you and Harry. It was essential to visit the people’s homes to discuss issues they deemed important to their town on behalf of everyone else.

You and Harry sat down in the small living area of this man’s home. Your heart sank at the living conditions this man was living in. The drafty windows, broken floors, and many other things that needed fixing. But you could tell that the man barely complained and was grateful. You took a note to remember to discuss with Harry about better homes for these people.

“I am forever grateful that you have graced us with your company, and time.” The man bowed to you and Harry out of respect.

“Us?” Harry asked.

“Yes my daughter and wife, they are just preparing tea for you-“

Before he could finish a little girl came running out of the Kitchen. While a mother caring tea came slowly behind her. The guards almost intervened when the girl came running towards to, but when you saw who it was they didn’t.

“Ella!” You said as the girl came into your arms. The memory of meeting her at your arrival to the castle came to your mind.

“Princess Y/N it’s so great to see you again.” Ella said as she pulled away from your hug and stared at you with her big brown eyes.

“Stella, don’t forget to bow dear.” Her mother scolded her, who you remembered as well..Ella’s face got completely red as she bowed to you and Harry.

“Oh it’s fine, thank you for taking us in.” You tell her and her family

The mother bows as well, and gives tea to Harry and you. She attempts to give them to the guards but they declined.

“We wanted to come to the village today to ask the people personally what they want from their King and Queen. Do you have any concerns of yours or any needs of the villagers that haven’t been met?” Harry asks.

The man and his wife both looked at each other like they were trying to figure out what to say. They didn’t want to say too much like they were complaining because they loved their King and Queen. But they had a lot of things on their minds to suggest, but they didn’t want to seem rude.

“Please don’t hold back, we want to help as much as we can.” You tell them and they sigh in relief.

“Well in the winter time, as you know the temperatures drop sometimes to unbearable temperatures. Most of our homes are not built to withstand such harsh weather. So maybe some-“

“Better housing? With more ventilation to withstand the cold winters?” You asked

The man looked almost horrified at your suggestion “oh no Princess I was thinking more wood for the fires because the wood has become scarce among us all.”

“I think we can do both suggestions.” You tell him with a smile while you told the guards to start writing this down. Harry looked at you like you were mad too, but you chose to ignore it.

“Anything else?” Harry asked. But the man and wife shook their heads.

“Some toys for children like me-“ Ella started to say before she was stopped.

“Stella stop it, do not waste their time with that nonsense.” Ella’s mom said.

“But mama we have nothing to play with besides mud and I don’t want to be dirty anymore. I just want one doll-“

“That’s enough” Seeing her mom raise her voice caused Ella to stop talking and bow her head in shame.

“We are so sorry for our daughter’s behavior.” The man said as he shook her head at her.

“It’s fine really. But the children really have no toys at all to keep them busy during the day?” You asked.

“The making of toys had stopped because we needed more workers on the crops, iron making, and other necessary things. So when they stopped years ago they never got back around to make it happen again.” The man said remembering the past.

You thought that was awful that kids didn’t even have toys here. While their family were hard at work they need something to keep them busy and to bring them comfort. You remembered your stuffed bear you use to have and you brought it everywhere with you until you weren’t allowed to after you turned 10. But that heartbreak of having to let go of something so valuable in your life was upsetting. So you couldn’t imagine how these kids were feeling.

“We will ensure that toys will be delivered to every child in this village. Also that the toy maker is back in business.” You announced and Ella squealed.

“Thank you!” She ran up to you and pulled you in a hug once again with her little arms and you smiled. You saw the look on her  parents faces which was pure gratitude, and they said thank you to you as well.

“Your welcome sweetie.” You tell her and she runs to tell all her friend around the village and you smile at her excitement.

“She is a beautiful young girl” You tell her parents.

“Thank you. I can’t wait to meet your own child of yours one day in the future. You will definitely be a great mother to the next heir.” The mother says to you, and  You nervously laugh at her comment but you put on a smile.

“Both of you.” She says to Harry.

“Will make great parents.” Harry thanks her for her and her husband’s hospitality, as you both got up to leave. The guards opened your door as you exited their home.

You were thinking about she said about you being a mother and for some reason you couldn’t stop dwelling on it. You knew what was expected of you and Harry when you get married, to soon after have a child. Not completely for your own desire, but because it was your duty to produce more heirs to the throne. It was needed and essential to keep the monarchy thriving. You always knew about it, but it right not it was constantly on your mind. But the pressure was already on you to have a child, and you weren’t even married yet.

The fact is that you were scared and nervous. You knew it had to happen eventually not even the child making itself, but being with Harry in that way. Your virtue was something that was so scared because without it you couldn’t marry Harry.

But when the Time was to come to give it to him, you didn’t know if you’ll be ready. Hell you didn’t know if you’ll ever be ready. Obviously it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, since it was forbidden before the marriage is sealed. But it was still something that you often thought about, especially knowing Harry is way more experience than you. You just hoped when the time came you would be ready.

“Is everything okay?” Harry asked as you both walked back to the carriage since you were awfully quiet.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him and smiled at his concern. You decided to push those worries to the back of your brain. No need to dwell on something that hasn’t happened yet, and wouldn’t anytime soon.

As you and Harry made it back into the carriage, you sat down and gave out a sigh of relief for the long day you both had. You loved coming to the village, but it did get exhausting talking to all those people. But you were happy that you could help them in any way you could. The carriage started leading you back to the castle, and a few minutes had passed before Harry broke the silence.

“You know building new houses, is kind of unrealistic.”  You open your eyes that were closed in exhaustion.

“Did you see the living situation there Harry? It was awful I can’t even believe how it’s going to be when it gets even colder.” You explained to him.

“Yeah I understand that but-“ Harry suddenly stopped talking and turned to the side, like he was trying to hear something.

“But what Harry-“

“Shhh” Harry quickly covered his mouth over yours and your eyes went wide. What is he doing?

“Do you feel that?” He whispers to you, and you were about to bit his hand to get him to stop joking.

“The carriage stopped” he said. You suddenly realize that you didn’t feel the carriage moving, or the sound of the gravel in the wheels, or the horses stomping. And that was odd. Did we forget something?

“The horses might be scared of some animal or something and stopped, it’s probably nothing.” You try and convince Harry.

But suddenly both of you went silent when you heard your guards talking to someone outside. When suddenly you heard swords being drawn and yelling from your guards and other unknown voices.

Your heart started to beat, someone was trying to attack us.

You saw Harry grab for his sword, but you shook your head at him. Since you knew that he was about to go out there and fight them off.

“Harry no stay here we are safe in here. The guards are handling it.” You day frantically, but Harry was already up and about to leave.

“It’s ok Y/N, I’m trained for this kind of stuff. Don’t get out of the carriage and don’t make a sound okay. I’ll be back?” Harry warns you and before you could stop him he has leaped out of the carriage.

You suddenly felt scared and alone without Harry by your side. You weren’t just scared for yourself by for Harry. You didn’t want him to get hurt. Who was out there and what did they want?

You sat in the corner of the carriage hoping that it would eat you up and take you somewhere safer. You could barely hear anything outside over your own heartbeat in your ears. But you tried to listen to what was happening. The only thing you could hear between the shouting and the swords banging together was one phrase that chilled you to the bone.

“Down with England! France will rise!” Your blood turned cold.

The French.

They are here in England trying to attack us. Suddenly your worry for Harry spiked when you realized he was out there with them. From the corner of your eye you saw the carriage door move, and you thought the French were trying to get in.

You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. But suddenly Harry sneaks back in the carriage quickly and, you let out a sigh of relief. His hair was messy and he had a cut on his left arm.

“Harry are you okay?” You rush over to him and try to tend to his womb. It was bleeding but didn’t look too bad.

“I’m fine Y/N, it’s just a scratch.” Suddenly the carriage started moving again but this time faster and more urgent then before.

“What’s happening?”

“The other guards are holding off the people who attacked us, while we get back to the castle.”

“They are French…” You say and Harry sighs because he was hoping you wouldn’t of heard them and found out.

“We’re going to get them out of here, it’s just a group of rebels. We are going to get rid of.” Harry tried to ease your anxiety.

“Okay…” you were still examining Harry’s cut and you needed to stop the bleeding. So you took a Head band that was in your hair, your hair fell from its tight bun down onto your shoulders. You wrapped the band around his arm twice to make sure it was tight enough.

“Thank you.” He said as you just nodded not being able to speak. You were scared of the shake in your voice from what just happened.

The carriage came to a stop again and you almost panicked before the guard quickly opened the door, and you saw the castle.

Harry and you swiftly got out and headed in surround by guards and The King and Queen were waiting for us.

“We just heard the news you were ambushed.” The King spoke.

“I’m so glad you’re all alright.” The Queen said taking you both in hugs.

“It were a few French rebels. But they are still out there with the other guards who stay behind. We need more people out their to fight them, and capture them to be punished” Harry said.

“Okay I’ll send more guards.” The king agreed.

“Come on sweetheart.” The Queen said to you as she rubbed your back.

“Let’s get you to your chambers and forget this nightmare ever happened.” You nodded you were exhausted.

“Ok I’ll lead them back and help fight.” Harry said to his father and you quickly turned back to them.

“What? Your going back out there you can’t be serious?!” You say to Harry.

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m just gonna-“

“It’s not okay, harry your already hurt. Please just stay here with me.” You pleaded with him. He already got hurt once you didn’t want anything worse to happen to him. You cared for him more than he even understood.

“This is nothing from other battles I’ve endured in my life Y/N trust me. I’ll be fine.”

You take Harry’s hand in yours and intertwine your fingers together and look up at him. “Harry please I don’t want you to get hurt.” You say from your heart.

He smiled sadly “it’s cute that you care Y/N, but I’ll be back soon I promise. Your safe here now in the castle. I’ll be back before the night ends. Okay, I have to do this Y/N they tried to attack us, I can’t just walk away.” Harry tells you and you just nod in defeat. You knew he wasn’t going to back down from this fight.

“Please be sa-fe.” You tell him again hoping your wish for him will come true. Hoping for his safety you threw your hands around his neck catching him so off guard that he almost falls. But he regains his balance and wraps his arms around your body.

You felt safe in his arms, and you didn’t want him to leave you. You knew that French soldiers were brutal and you didn’t want Harry to get in that crossfire. It was too dangerous, but Harry is still going.

Your eyes started to pool with tears and you tried not to let them fall. You had to be strong, for him.

“I will.” He promised you. Before pulling away from Harry you placed a warm kiss onto his cheek, and then slowly let go off him.

“We must go now sir. Before they try to escape.” A guard said to Harry from behind him.

“Alright.” Harry says.

Harry gave your hand another small squeeze before walking away from you. Walking into danger.

A loud noise woke you from your slumber. Your eyes quickly flee open but you were met with the darkness of your chamber. You didn’t even realize you finally fell asleep after staying up for hours worrying where Harry was and if he was okay. But the exhaustion of the Day overtook you and you finally gave into sleep. But now you were awake again.

You heard movement outside your door and you wondered if Harry was back. He said he would come to you when this was all over to tell you he was alright. You slid out of your bed and your feet touched the cold floor. Your night gown fell at your feet as you were about to get out of the bed.

You could see from under the door the light was flashing in and out. Like someone was walking by your door. You wondered if it was your guards, walking to try and keep themselves awake at this time. Or maybe it was Harry wondering if he should wake you at this hour.

You wanted him too, you wanted to know if he wasokay. You were about to get up and go out to see him. But  You we’re stopped when your door flew open.

Three of your guards came quickly into your room, they rushed in like there was something wrong. It was hard to see which one of your guards they were, because of the darkness in your room. When they stepped into your room they closed the door behind them.

“What is it, is there something wrong? Is Harry back?” You asked them but you were met with silence. Your guards didn’t speak they just stood there by your door.

“I asked you a question. What is happening? Why are you here?” Still no answer was spoken between either of them.

You were fed up and tired. So you went to the side of your bed to turn on the light to find out yourself. When your room was lit, you finally saw the guards in your room, but they weren’t your guards. They were English guards but, not your usual ones that you’ve had since you arrived here. Did you get more guards added for your protection?

They were English guards but they looked off. They were in uniform but their uniforms looked unkempt and very large for their bodies. You felt your heart beat starting to rise in your chest. Something didn’t feel right.

“I command you, to answer me now.” You ordered them, but they were still silent.

One of the guards looked older than a guard really should be. He had grey hair that was hidden by brown coloring. The other seemed very young but his features looked mature because he had a scare running down his cheek. And the last guard looked like he wanted to hurt someone. And you could see a peak of a tattoo coming from his skin. Tattoos weren’t common, especially for guards.

Something wasn’t right.

But before you could do anything the silence was broken from the younger guard.

“Que devons nous faire maintenant?” He said to the others.

Your heart stopped at the words he spoke. The way he talked. You weren’t fluent in the language but you knew French when you heard it. And that accent was not denying it.

The French were here in the castle. They are in your chambers. You grabbed onto your sheets like there was some shirt of protection it had over you. You needed to escape but they were blocking the door.

You looked over at your balcony. Maybe you can go out there and call for help. But they took notice of your plan before you could even think twice.

“Grab her.” The man with the tattoo said.

You let out a heart wrenching scream, when you saw them coming towards you. Two of them pinned you down onto the bed, as you tried to fight them off, but it was no use. It all happened so fast.

You tried to scream again but the man with the tattoo covered your mouth with his hand. While the other rebels held your hands and feet, the other guy was hovering over you keeping you quiet.

What did they want? What were they going to do to you? They’re going to kill you.

Those thoughts kept rushing through your head as you laid their defenseless with three men using their power and strength over you.

“Shut up!” The man yelled in your face causing you to sob against his hand. You were scared, no terrified for your life. But all you thought about was Harry, did they get to him first and hurt him.

The French rebel took his hand from your mouth when you were quiet, and when he did you quickly turned your head to the side so he couldn’t do it again. But you knew that wouldn’t stop him. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“We should just take her out now, before the other guards come back. Or they can’t find the others in the forest” The younger rebel said to the tattoo one.

You suddenly realized that they tricked you all. They planned for most of the guards to be out because of what happened when you and harry were on our way back to the village. That was just part of their plan they really wanted to break into the castle.

“Where is Harry!” The older one yelled at you.

“He isn’t he-re” You try to say through your sobs.

“Don’t lie to us, or we’ll have your head!”

“We looked throughout the whole castle for him sir. He isn’t here.” The other said to him.

They didn’t come here to hurt you, they wanted to hurt Harry. So you were glad he was gone and he was safer out there. But you wished you were with him as well.

“God damn it, I wanted him dead!” The man with the tattoo said as he brought his fist onto your night stand causing you to jump. You were happy that their plan to hurt Harry was ruined, but they were still here with you.

You shook your head violently and what they were saying. “You don’t have to do this, England and Scotland just want peace between us all. There needn’t be more bloodshed.” You tried to reason with them.

“I said shut your mouth.” He commanded again.

But you didn’t listen. “We can figure this out-“

Your speaking stopped when you suddenly got a slap the face. You groaned in pain while more tears fell from your eyes. The man with the tattoo slapped you.

“You think the French want peace?!” He laughs “We want revenge for what you’ve done. England and Scotland, you and Harry.” He said your names with such disgust.

“England was fine with us. But then they go and send troops to slaughter our own French ones.”

“You attacked Scotland, my home.” You spoke even with the throbbing pain at the side of your face.

“Because you left us no choice! Your alliance with England left us with nothing. Both countries kicked France to the curb and was forgotten. A time before England and Scotland were both allies with France. But ever since your engagement to Prince Harry we were never allies again. So we are here to take back what was rightfully ours to begin with.” He said blaming you.

“So this alliance must end, tonight.” He told you. He was going to kill you. Right here and right now, changing their plans.

“What good is a Princess to Harry if she is no longer pure in the eyes of god?” He said and laughed at the realization on your face at what he was saying.

“No.. no!” You started fighting back even harder than before trying to escape. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not like this.

“Hold her down tighter.” The rebel barked at his other men. And you were pinned down even harder than before. Their hands tighten around your wrists, leaving marks to prove it.

You felt a cold hand tracing up your bare leg under your night gown, and you shuddered.

“Please stop…you don’t have to do this.” You pleaded for him to stop his assault on you.

But he didn’t listen. You saw him quickly taking his own belt off his waist and you started crying uncontrollably. You couldn’t fight back. You were defenseless and vulnerable.

Since they couldn’t hurt Harry, they were going to hurt you.

You tried to close your legs together. To try and tie your leg into a knot no one could untie. But you couldn’t because he was already between them.

You realized in that moment that you would rather die. Anything was better than this, being taken against your will.

You wished he would just kill you.


Poor Y/N….

But Happy New Year Everyone! Have a safe and great day, and I hope your 2018 is a great year for you! WHO WANTS A PART 7?!?! Inbox me what you thought about this chapter and if you want the next part, it really motivates me to write the next part!

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Imagine if Billy got caught up in fighting monsters with everyone. Fight after fight, gradually evolving, becoming closer and closer to Steve at first just by necessity-you gotta have some trust in the guy watching your back while fighting monsters. The six months of January through June 1985 feel like ten because shit keeps going down. The fight? Pft that was a million years ago- Billy and Lucas have inside jokes by now, if only for that time Billy chopped the head off a demodog with an axe and it flew right at Lucas who caught it neatly in his hands (well, they still laugh about it anyway). Neil’s fucked off-cowed by the collective fury of Billy, Max, Steve and Susan. They never know when the next fight is coming, but everybody has each other’s back. Billy spends a lot of night’s at Steve’s and it’s frustrating, but ever since that time they were stuck in the Upside Down for six days they both feel weird not sleeping near each other. Graduation happens. Billy doesn’t go anywhere. Lazy days in Steve’s pool, working part-time, taking Max and the rest of the nerds to the movies. 

Things start to occur to Steve. Billy has always talked about leaving and he doesn’t, which is good because the thought is terrifying to Steve on a level that shocks him. Billy’s never dated anyone, not really. Steve’s gone out with a couple girls since Nancy and it never seemed right-something was missing, something like fire. It occurs to Steve that Billy feels like a limb at this point- if he did leave, Steve’s pretty sure he’d bleed to death somehow, even if nobody could see it happening.

Billy comes to stay over one night- he practically lives at Steve’s house. They swim, they shoot the shit and have beers. Billy does the goddamn dishes (Mrs. Harrington only complains about Billy if the kitchen isn’t immaculate). Upstairs they watch shitty TV and smoke and Billy takes his side of the bed which is the side of the window looking out on the pool because Steve always sleeps better if he takes that side. They lay on their backs in their boxers and Steve thinks there’s no way he can ever be with anyone else, not now, because he has to have Billy there, doesn’t he? Billy has to be there always.

Steve finally says, “Hey.”


“Are you… Are you in love with me?” Steve says in the quiet.

Billy’s smoking. He doesn’t look startled. Smoke spirals over his head as he stares at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he says simply. “But don’t sweat it.” He sits up and puts out his cigarette and turns around to see Steve sitting up looking at him like he’s just found all the answers. And Billy had given up on the idea of ever being with Steve -it was enough to have him near, to be so close to somebody when he never thought he was capable of it or even wanted it.

“No,” Steve says softly. And Billy thinks well that’s that. “I think I will sweat it.” And kisses him, and Billy knows he’s been home for a long time.

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, bubba. Hope you like your gift. <3 @tozierkasqbrak

Chapter: 1/1

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Summary: Eddie just wants to hand in his art project, Richie wants to get his number, and apparently, soulmates are a thing.


It wasn’t Eddie’s fault - well, it kind of was, but he wouldn’t admit it.

So, when he woke up at nine in the morning, already thirty minutes late to his class, hungover, his hair tangled, and his art project still drying from last nights extravaganzas, he muttered a small, “fuck.”

Instead of contemplating on whether it was okay for him to fail the class and just give up, all Eddie did was grab a pair of sweatpants, slip them on, grab his backpack, grab his art project and rush his way towards the door; a small piece of toast hanging from his lips.

It also wasn’t his fault that his head was throbbing, the number “21” flashing inside his head, letting him know he was going to meet his soulmate today.

That he was finally going to see colour.

He was finally going to experience how it felt to say “oh” when the sky turned from blue to a vivid orange. Something Stan did when he touched Mike’s hand when he was walking home from work.

Eddie always heard it was something unexpected. That you would meet your soulmate, that it would be magical, that you would want to kiss them the second you guys had skin to skin contact and it finally felt like you were alive.

He wasn’t so sure about that, really. All Eddie was sure about was that his painting was still drying, and he was rushing to class, hoping he made it in time.

Though he should have known his luck, as he bumped into another guy, who had black curly untamed hair, a fashion sense that was so unexplainable, Eddie didn’t know what to say.

Instead, he mumbled slash yelled, “What the fuck man, watch where you’re going,” when he bumped into him, making him drop his painting and in return, the guy’s books.

Instead of bending down and retrieving the books that were scattered about the floor, the boy laughed, “What the fuck do you mean watch where - wait, fuck, you’re cute,” the guy mumbled out, his eyes widening and a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Eddie blushed in return, stopped, and then narrowed his eyes, “Shut up, it was your fault, couldn’t you see where you were going?”

“Couldn’t. Fate had to make me bump into you,” the boy replied, a grin set on his lips. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m doing you a fucking favour. That painting looks tragic from where I can see it right now.”

Eddie really wanted to kill him, “Fuck you,” Eddie said, his fists clenched, his jaw in a tight grip. Even though he was cute, Eddie was really contemplating murder.

“Hey, listen. I can help you fix it, I’m an art major myself,” the boy raised his hands, “I just mean it from an artist’s point of view.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“I really think you do. You might be fucking cute, but your art is terrible.”“How the fuck do I know if you’re a good artist?”

“Pick a book from the floor and see for yourself,” the guy said, pointing to a sketchbook on the floor.

Eddie bent down, picked it up, and flipped it open.

He wanted to take his words back.

He really did.

Though, his pride kind of took over because he realized how much fucking worse his painting was. Eddie knew he wasn’t a good artist, hell, he barely knew how to place a canvas right - he dropped it seven times when he had first tried. He knew the only reason he took this class was because Stan said he had no creativity in him and Eddie wanted to prove him wrong - so really, it was that fucker’s fault that Eddie was where he was right now.

“Okay, so, let’s say you do end up helping me. My class is right now and the project is due by six, which is in two fucking hours by the way. Also, what the hell do you want in return?”

“Let’s make a deal.”

“I’m not doing you any sexual favors.”

“Damn, I was hoping to get into your mom’s pants.”

“What the fuck, dude, that’s so gross,” Eddie replied back, his nose crinkling up in return.

The boy laughed, “I’m kidding, maybe. Here, I’ll help fix your project, and in return, you give me your number so I can take you out on a date.”

“You do know that there are such things as soulmates, right?”

“And I didn’t meet mine, and you didn’t meet yours, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, cautiously.

“So, what’s the harm? We go out on a date, everything’s great.”

“How do you know if I’m interested in boys?”

“You didn’t say anything the second I said that you were cute, instead you fucking blushed,” the boy said, shrugging, and then grinned. “So, I think you want to get in my pants as much as I want to get into yours.”

“I just want you to fix my painting, asshole. That’s it,” Eddie said, scowling. He might be right, but Eddie didn’t want him to know that.

“I can do that too,” the boy said, bending down to retrieve the painting and his books. He held the painting in one hand and his books under his other arm; then looked towards Eddie. “Now, are we going back to your apartment?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, “What the fuck, why?”

“That’s where you keep your supplies, right?”

“We can go to the art building for that too, you asshole.”

The boy shrugged, and pointed towards the art building, “Lead the way, cutie.”

Eddie really wanted to kill him.

It had been an hour and a half, and all Richie - which Eddie later found out was his name - had done was pick up the bottles, labeled their colours, and started a new one.

He just threw Eddie’s painting in the trash. That fucker.

“My painting’s due in thirty minutes.”

“I know, spaghetti,” Richie said, Eddie swearing he could hear the grin in his voice. That bastard. The second Richie figured out his name, Eddie went from Eddie to Eds. Then, from Eds to Eddie Spaghetti. Now, in order for Richie to save time to dick around instead of helping him, Eddie is just Spaghetti.

Eddie kind of wanted to punch him. Or maybe kiss him, he wasn’t sure yet. All he knew was that he wanted to touch the boy, but he didn’t know why he wanted to touch him - he guessed he wanted to touch his hands, they did look soft.

Who the hell was Eddie kidding, they looked skilled.

“Do you even know what my original painting was?”

“It was hands in a black mass, right?”

“Yeah, those are the only colours I can tell apart.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I added a little white into the black mass, so it’s going to look like a sky instead.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie said, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”

“Eds, I’m getting your number at the end of this, I should be the one thanking you. You’re practically letting me into your pants.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Richie.”

Richie laughed and then cleared his throat, “I’m done anyways.” He stood up, grabbed a cloth and started wiping his hands on it, making sure the paint on his fingers was coming off.

“Oh,” Eddie said, disappointment sneaking its way into his tone.

“I did your painting though, so, my end of our little deal is done.”

“And now you want my number, I guess?” Eddie grinned. his tone setting into a fond one. Richie was intoxicating, really.

Richie grinned in return, “Yes, darling, I want your number.” Eddie nodded, too choked up to reply. He went to his backpack, pulled out a sticky note, a pencil and wrote his number on it.

His heart was beating.

Beating like crazy.

But he walked back towards Richie, and moved his hand out to slip Richie the piece of paper.

“Can I get a kiss with it, sweet-cakes? A little one, we can save the real smooching for later,” Richie smirked.

“You’re a dumbass,” Eddie said and smiled softly. He stood a little up on his toes and pressed a soft kiss to Richie’s cheek.

And really, Eddie should have guessed it. He really should have fucking guessed it because the second Eddie moved his lips away from Richie’s cheek, colour slowly started forming.

There were a million theories and stories that Eddie heard that would describe how you felt when you saw colour. Though, Eddie didn’t know what theory could have explained how Eddie felt when Richie’s eyes took the form of a dark color, not intimidating, but warm and inviting. His hair even darker, and his lips - Eddie guessed it was only pink, that’s what he heard anyways.

Sure, Eddie thought Richie was beautiful before, Eddie thought he was mesmerizing now.

“How about you kiss me on the lips now, Eds?” Richie asked softly, moving closer to Eddie, his arms snaking around Eddie’s waist.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah,“ Richie replied back in a low voice, moving down a bit and brushing their noses together. They didn’t notice who moved first, but their mouths came together, soft, wet, pliant and sweeter than any kiss had the right to be. Eddie ached with it, all the way down to his toes, whimpered, grabbed a handful of Richie’s hair, and tried to act like he wasn’t absolutely fucking drowning.

They pulled apart, softly gasping for air, and Eddie laughed.

“I’m so getting into your pants tonight.”

Eddie groaned and rolled his eyes, “Way to ruin it, you fuckface.”

anonymous asked:

hi im a very new army like i only became an army yesterday and your one of the few army blogs im following and i want to pick a bias but i need help.i never pick a based on their looks i tend to focus on the personality more and since you know the boys pretty well can you give me a real quick brief summary about the boys and their personality so i can pick a bias?<3

*cracks knuckles* alright. let’s do this.

this is jin. vocalist. real name kim seokjin. born dec 4th 1992. also called mama jin, super mario enthusiast number #1, the most handsome man alive. from anyang. feeds the rest of the members to make sure they don’t die of starvation. loves to cook. apparently cooks bland food (source: yoongi). has the voice of an angel. listen to his covers on soundcloud. probably loves the color pink more than you. has a mukbang called eat jin. the oldest. is very caring and motherly towards the group, but knows when to turn on the sass when the kids are acting like they deserve an ass whoopin’. once accidentally posted a picture in their dorm with a condom in the background. once stepped out of a car and became an internet sensation: car door guy. is actually the most handsome man alive. 

this is suga. rapper. real name min yoongi. born march 9 1993. also called min pd, producer min, d-boy, min yoongi jjang jjang man boong boong, grandpa of the group.  enjoys his sleep. can often be seen in the background of videos just chilling on his phone. #Relatable in the form of a man. seems like a tough guy is actually the sweetest thing alive and cries when thanking the fans at concerts and writes 100-tweet-long messages. once spent an hour tweeting from the bath. loves kumamon more than life. balances stuffed animals on his head during fansigns. a grumpy gus. from daegu and dont u forget it. the absolute sassiest thing alive. a great producer. super hardworking. has scented candles in his studio. once licked a bath bomb. 

this is jhope. rapper and dancer. real name jung hoseok. born feb 18 1994. nicknames hobi, your hope, piece of literal sunshine. do not look at him smiling or else you’ll be blinded by how bright it is. expert at girl group dances. likes to hit people. sometimes posts videos of himself/does livestreams dancing titled hope on the street. choreography leader. from gwangju. go listen to his solo song 1verse on their soundcloud. energetic and hella wild. goofy and is a pro at making people laugh. can’t dance in heels. scared of everything. if you watch a video and there is unidentified screaming in the background, that is probably him. is as flexible as a cooked noodle and it terrifies me.

this is rap monster. ignore the stage name. rapper and leader. real name kim namjoon. born sept 12 1994. nicknames: dance monster, rapmon, RM, leader mon, a nerd. waxes poetic about so many things and i love it. philosophical as hell. from ilsan. loves to share his music on twitter #RMusic. hella fashionable, even though his fashion sense is also hella weird. posts #aesthetic fashion pics on twitter called #KimDaily. has a mixtape called RM thats fire. is r-a-p monster not d-a-n-c-e monster. has an IQ of 140 but probably still pushes on doors that have PULL signs. taught himself english. loves to read a lot. once tripped at rehearsal and injured himself. really fucking awkward and an actual dorky nerd. leaves his old contact lenses on the floor of his room. snores really loudly.

this is jimin. vocalist and dancer. full name park jimin. born oct 13 1995. nicknames: jiminnie, pabo, angel on earth. his body is more fluid than a bottle of water. has a laugh that is brighter than the sun and could cure famine and disease. turns into a sex god when performing; it offends me. but knows how to crank up the cuteness. so cute he could probably kill me and i’d thank him. is actually a brat. does everything he can for his members and would probs walk thru hell if one of them asked. doesnt like being short. is the shortest member. super duper giggly and shy when he’s not performing. turns red as a tomato when he’s embarrassed. once grabbed jungkook by the dick on international live television.

this is v. vocalist. real name kim taehyung. born dec 30 1995. nicknames: taetae, honey, sweetie pie, a little shit. is really energetic and crazy. a master at making ridiculous faces at the camera when It Is Not The Time to be doing so. has a square smile that could probably solve global warming. likes to post videos on twitter that make me wanna sue. once bumped his head on a microphone on live television. loves stuffed animals. is a bigger fan of the rap line than u are. loves children and dogs will go out of his way to interact with them. so super duper touchy with all of the members and i live for it. would be the type of guy to prank you by filling your shoes with whipped cream. he thinks you should watch haikyuu! once did the whip on a tv show about pets for no goddamn reason.

this is jungkook. vocalist, dancer, maknae. full name jeon jungkook. born sept 1 1997. nicknames: kookie, golden maknae, spawn of satan. is the youngest and finds delight in bothering and fucking with his hyungs. actually really shy and cute. but then turns into a smoldering muscle pig the moment he’s on stage. my son. adios middle school. was banned from the gym because his muscles were getting too intense. could still beat me up if he tried. listen to his covers on soundcloud. has a very flexible face. the fandom likes to portray him as this mysterious sex god when he’s actually a nerdy shy emo kid who would rather binge watch anime than sleep. his fave anime character is one punch man. might actually be a bunny reincarnated into a human being. once ate a gumball that fell on the ground.

and that my friends is bangtan sonyeondan. 

anonymous asked:

HELLO I JUST WATCHED TLJ LAST NIGHT AND I HAVE TONS OF BEN SOLO FEELS!! Can I request headcanons for a romantic relationship between Ben and his best friend before he turned??? THANKS LOTS


(also let’s imagine this is before he went to train with luke/before snoke had completely turned him okay? Teen!Ben,sappy and angst free! im sorry about how long this is, also it’s a bit ooc, but pre-jedi training ben hangs out with leia i feel, or at least stays on the same planet as her when she’s conducting her diplomatic business.)

  • he’s Ben Solo, son of the New Republic and The War Heroes and even as a teenager he’s Respectable and Serious and-
  • but to you he’s just Ben, a goofball with a smile like sunshine.
  • you were on Honisian Prime for diplomatic reasons your guardian doesn’t like to discuss.
    • it’s not that it’s shady, it’s they think you won’t understand; you’re just a teenager after all
  • so you find yourself with the other rebellious teens whose parents/guardians don’t want them home alone, but also don’t want them involved in politics
  • Ben’s there
    • Ben Solo, leader of the great rebellion of 12-Year-Olds
    • Ben Solo who thinks he’s hot shit and smirks like his name alone should mean something to you
  • from the look of him, he seemed like the type to be given an inch and take a mile
  • and you? he’s not sure what to make of you
  • it starts out rather antagonistic
    • he doesn’t take kindly to you poking holes in his home-made tween rebellion
    • They’re twelve! You’re fifteen! What do you have to gain from it?” 
      • the rebellion of 12-Year-Olds disbands
    • He delights in fabricating the adventures of his mother, even ones that contradict other ones, even though you know better.
    • He doesn’t talk about his dad a lot.
  • You don’t ask for a long while, but when you do, his expression sours.
  • He’s quiet for a long time.
    • I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.”
    • “No, it’s just-”
  • It’s clear he doesn’t think highly of Han Solo.
    • There’s nothing hostile in his voice when he speaks to you, nothing reserved about what he’s saying.
    • It seems jarring when you think about it, but it’s actually been like this for a few months.
    • The rest of your group come and go, but you and Ben have been here for months.
  • I think you might be my best friend.” 
    • Oh. Sorry about that.” 
    • “Wh- Ben? What? Don’t apologise.” 
    • He’s still in his ‘Han Solo’s a dick’ mindframe and it takes him a minute to shift gears and think about what you said.
    • His smile is fucking blinding.
  • He’s such a goof sometimes.
  • Think of him as Your Best Friend rather than That Dick makes your heart happy.
  • At times it seems like the two of your against the world.
  • You’re the first person outside of his family that learns about him having The Force.
    • The (Space) Media has obviously speculated, but you never really paid attention to rumours, and more importantly he trusts you.
    • You asked him what he could do, but beyond that didn’t pester him with questions, which he appreciates.
  • Leia adores you, she thinks you’re a good influence.
    • She threatened to bring out baby holograms over dinner at least twice.
    • Ben was mortified.
    • Come on, we’re leaving.” He grabs your hand and drags you to his room.
  • He has a projection of the sky outside on his ceiling.
    • You take turns pointing out systems you’ve visited; he’s been to more, but you point out the start of the Kessel Run and his face sours again.
    • It’s been almost six months since he really talked about Han.
  • You distract him by asking where he wants to go in the future.
    • He kisses you instead.
    • I dunno. What about you?” 
    • Wait.
    • What just happened?
    • ….
    • Sorry, I should have asked.” His voice is quiet.
    • You’re so lucky I love you, Ben.”
    • Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by another kiss.
    • you guys make out and fall asleep beneath the stars.
  • he’s not super big on pda, but is very touchy in private
  • surprise cheek kisses!!
  • when you stay at his place, you’ll usually watch a movie together, and he LOVES lying with his head on your lap
  • he won’t say this but he thinks it SO OFTEN you have the CUTEST smile holy shit he loves making you laugh
  • he’s not had any jedi training but he’s getting a hang of it
    • sometimes luke teleconferences in to say hi to Leia and gives Ben advice
    • Luke is starting a jedi school!! it’s very hush-hush but you’ve become a fixture in Leia’s house and Luke trusts her judgement
  • The Point Is; ben’s meditating, floating random things around his room, sometimes trying to stack them on his head, you’re watching him concentrate, you watch as a photo the two of you had taken when you were on the edge of being friends, Ben and you beside Leia and your guardian who were shaking hands.
    • You and Ben are looking at each other, muttering snide comments to each other which turned to the two of you roasting the photographer under your breaths. You both look like you’re struggling to stay dignified.
    • You didn’t know he still had that photo.
    • You both look so happy, so comfortable, how had you not known, even then-
    • I love you.” 
    • All the things that had been floating fall out of the air, including a rather large book that landed on his head.
    • You laugh, even as you go to him to check that he’s alright. 
    • His eyes light up at the sound of your laughter, the sight of your smile, and when you ask how he is, he pulls you in for a kiss.
    • I love you too.”
Prince Harry (part 5)

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Part 4:

  In which Y/N is the Princess of Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage. When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harrys shoulders.

 (I just started watching this show called Reign, so this story is kind of based off that. I would recommend watching it!!)

 Sorry for the delay! But I made it extra long to make up for it! GET READY FOR SOME DRAMA AND A BIT OF SMUT

Also thanks so much to @eversince-kiwi282   for helping me with ideas for the story, you guys should check her out she’s a great writer!

Harry’s POV:

 Last nights fight with Y/N was constantly replaying in Harry’s  head. No one has ever tried to challenge his authority before, let alone a women. Being a prince he is  constantly put under criticism and called out on things. But Harry has learned to not think anything of it because in the end their opinions don’t really matter.  But what’s different about Y/N  is that her opinion of him she says to his face and Harry isn’t use to that. Usually he hears rumors about other people bashing him, but no one has ever dared to  say it face to face.  Y/N was different,she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and that’s something Harry didn’t particularly enjoy.

Without a doubt Y/N is the most complicated women he has ever met. Even when she was younger he noticed it. But even though time has passed, and he has changed since those years. Y/N is just like he remembers her, but just older and more attractive.

“Don’t you touch me Harry. I might have had respect for you once, but after what you did I don’t.”


After hearing Y/Ns final statement and watching her turn her back to him, and walk away was odd. No one has ever walked away from Harry, it was usually him leaving them, or him dismissing them himself.  He knew Y/N was clearly upset with him, and a part of him was saying to run after her. But then he realized that a prince doesn’t chase after someone, so he didn’t. Also if he was being honest he didn’t want hear her say how much she had lost respect for me again, it didn’t sit well with Harry.

Thinking back to the party that was probably why Y/N left without telling him, because of what she saw. Obviously it wasn’t intentional for her to see him kissing someone else, but he honestly didn’t think it would matter. Did she expect him to not be with anyone else, just because they are engaged for all these years. Obviously he didn’t.

But Harry knew he wasn’t overreacting about Y/N’s guard. He didn’t like him and didn’t want him around Y/N ever. The way he was looking at her was a way that a guard shouldn’t look at a princess. And seeing him touch Y/N like that made Harry’s skin crawl, he didn’t like it at all.

Y/N was his, and he had the right to do these things.

So Harry was determined to talk to her today, if she allows it. But he knew he could just demand she talks to me. Even though his conscious was telling him that wasn’t a good idea. But most of the time Harry barely listens to that side of him.

The sun was now rising through the windows in his chambers. Harry didn’t realize but he was up all night thinking about Y/N. He didn’t know why she was on his mind, her actions shouldn’t have affected him this much. But Harry didn’t like being disrespected in anyway.

He tried to shake that memory away as he got ready for the day. He was going to train with his acquaintances. As he opened the door to leave his room one of his guards was directly outside the door. Harry greeted them a good morning, before starting to leave but a guard stopped me.

“Prince Harry the King and Queen want to speak with you in the throne room, it’s an urgent matter they said.” One of his trusted guards informed me.

“Alright thank you, I’ll head there now.” Harry said as he started walking down the corridor to the throne room. Maybe training has to wait, Harry thought.

When Harry entered the throne room his  parents were whispering to several guards who all seemed distressed. These guards were people Harry has never seen before, and  growing up in the castle he has met everyone one of the guards that served his family. When he closed the door to the throne room, everyone looked up and his  father cleared his throat.

“Harry, so great of you to finally join us.” The King  said as he stood up from his seat.

“My guards told me you needed to talk to me, and it was a urgent matter. So I got here right away.”

“These are guards from Scotland.” The King said as the guard stood up and bowed to Harry. Why were more guards from Scotland in the British compound? And the King answered, like he read Harry’s mind.

“They are here because there’s been some updates on Scottish territory and The Queen of Scotts.” The Queen said chiming in. Harry nodded for them to continue and Harry’s father motioned for the guards to speak.

“We are trusted guards of the Queen of Scotland, and she wanted us to come to deliver a message that the kingdom is surrounded by French soldiers. We thought we could contain them at first, but there are way more than expected. The Queen is still safe and heavily guarded. But it’s a matter of time before they try to strike, and take over to bring Scotland down.”

“How could this happen, why aren’t the Scottish soldiers fighting back to get them away from the kingdom?” This is very unlikely that the French could take over and surround Scotland in such a small period of time. The Scotts have a good army, not as good as the England of course, but good enough.

“it’s unclear how this happened so quickly. But I guess we underestimated the French and their will power. They’ve been growing in size in secret all these years.” The King said.

“Also we believe there are several French spies throughout Scotland and even England, who are gathering information to help them. We don’t know what exactly they are searching for but they are eager to find it.” One of the Scottish guards added.

“Well send some of our troops there to fight with Scotland and defeat the French, and this will all be over.” Harry suggested. It seemed pretty logical to help Scotland.

“We can’t.” The King said firmly.

“What? Why I don’t understand we have an alliance with Scotland for times like this.”

“We don’t want to be involved directly with French because as of right now they don’t want to attack us. But if we send our troops to side with Scotland, wee are starting a war against the French, that we don’t want.” Harry’s father explained to him like it was such an easy thing to understand.

Harry looked around the room, to see if anyone else was puzzled by what the king wanted to do with this whole situation. His mom was silent but he knew she would never disagree with her husband. Even the Scottish guards didn’t object. Thinking about Scotland made Harry come to the realization that Y/N wasn’t even here to discuss this matter.

“Is that why Y/N isn’t here?” The King sighed.

“She is the princess of Scotland, she has the right to know what is going on in her country.” Harry told him, this was ridiculous. Especially when her own mother’s life is at stake.

“We do not want to worry her, it’s all going to work out, eventually.” He said nonchalantly. You looked over at your mom for some help to try and convince her husband, the king to change his decision. When she avoided eye contact from Harry, he gave up.

“You can’t mention this to Y/N, or she will try and do something drastic that could not only hurt Scotland even more, but England too.”  The King said while standing up to get his point across.

“I can’t just-“ Harry tried to object before he was interrupted.

“Do you understand, my command Harry?” The King spoke sternly. It was times like this that made Harry realize that the king is his father. But being a king comes first than fatherhood does. His father’s duty to the country was above his duty as a father. Which is something Harry hated as a child and even now.  

The room was dead silent before Harry responded to his King.

“Yes I do, sir.” Harry said, because he couldn’t refuse.

“Good, Harry. We have to do what’s best for England, and this is. It is something you’ll come to learn once your king.” The King said.

Which is a day Harry wasn’t eagerly waiting for. Harry knew it will happen in the future, and he’s been trained for it from the Day he was born. But it still wasn’t something he thought he would ever be ready for.

“You are dismissed now, you can leave. Guards lead Harry out” The King said sending Harry away since he wasn’t needed anymore. The king stood up and so did the Queen, and left to attend to other matters, that were more important than their own son.

Harry shook his head and clenched his jaw. Sometimes he resented his own father and how he used him when he needed him, and than after he was done he did not speak to him for days. Harry understood he was the king and was extremely busy. But he was his father too.

But Harry always had to remember that he was a King first, before he became his father.

The guards opened the throne doors, to escort Harry out. Harry was fuming with anger, and he needed something to let out his steam. Harry knew only one way to do that. Without thinking he turned to the guard to tell him them a order.

“Tell Emily to come to my chambers immediately.”

The sound of Emily’s moans and whimpers echoed in Harry’s chambers as he pounded into her. This was exactly what Harry needed to make himself feel better from the events of today.

“Harry, yes! Right there!” Emily screamed as he pushed in and out of her in pleasure. Harry connected their mouths together to keep her quiet as he continued to go in deeper,  causing both of them to let out a moan.

Harry knew exactly where to touch Emily to get the sort of reaction he craved from her. So when he brought his fingers to her clit and started playing with it, he knew she was getting close to her end. Her body jerked underneath him as he kissed between her breasts causing her eyes to roll.

“I’m so close” she told Harry as she squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure. Harry was close too. So when he gave one last thrust they both came. They both collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily.

“You seem extremely stressed today.” Emily said as she laid beside Harry as both tried to catch their breathe. Harry closed his eyes in annoyance, he didn’t like how she would try to talk to him after they had sex. Harry wanted to escape his problems not talk about them.

“Aren’t I always?” Harry told her as she moved closer to him and placed a kiss on Harry’s lips. Harry thought both of them were just going to lay there until she  left. But Emily had other plans.

“Then let me help you out more.” She cooed at him as she lowered her kisses lower to his neck, chest, stomach, and than his waist. Emily peered up at Harry as she got closer and even though Harry was still sensitive he didn’t object.

She  pulled the cover away from Harry’s waist, fully exposing him. She licked her lips right before she took him in her mouth. Harry groaned in pleasure as she touched his balls, making Harry lose his mind. It just felt so good he didn’t want her to ever stop. This is why he calls Emily because she gives the best blowies.

“Go deeper… yes like that.” Harry told her and she didn’t disappoint. Her mouth worked wonders on Harry, and he loved it.

He couldn’t help grabbing onto her bright red hair and making her take him even further, which she took like a pro. All of Harry’s worries and stress dissolved into nothing. Emily knew she was doing a great job as she tried to hide her little smile forming on her face, for all the praise Harry was giving her.

“So so close. Just don’t stop.” Harry wished he could last a little longer. But from their previous activities a few minutes ago he knew he couldn’t. So with one more lick of Harry’s head he came in Emily’s mouth, and she swallowed.

Emily wiped her mouth after she was done, and pulled the cover over her and Harry as she laid back beside him.

“Better?” Emily asked Harry as he still is trying to catch his breathe.

“Yes, much better.” Harry tells her as she kisses him.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Emily persisted again. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. Couldn’t she just get him off, and not talk afterwards. He hates it when she wants him to open up more and tell her about his life. First off he couldn’t tell anyone about what goes on while he is a prince, and second he doesn’t want to. Sure he likes Emily physically, but that’s it. He had no feels for her whatsoever. She was just someone he went to when he needed a quick fuck if he’s being honest.

“You know I can’t tell you stuff like that.” Harry said as he got up and put his trousers on. Hoping she would get it as a sign for her to put her clothes on too, and leave.

“Come on Harry, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Her annoying voice pleaded with him. Harry didn’t trust her, but he didn’t trust most people so it wasn’t anything personal. Even his own family it was hard to trust at times. So there’s no one in his life where he would tell his secretes to, and he wasn’t gonna start now.

But Emily was clingy as hell. Like on the night of the party he didn’t intend to go off with her and leave Y/N all alone. But she was so persistent and following them the whole night, so he had to. He even told her to wait until after the party but no she didn’t listen at all to that. Harry thought many times to just leave Emily, but who else would he call when he needed to get off.

“I said no.” Harry told her firmly and she huffed in annoyance, and started to gather her clothes and put them on.

“I was just trying to help, you don’t have to be so rude.” She told him as she pulled on her gown.

“You already did, and I don’t want to talk about my problems. So stop asking me-“ Harry was interrupted with people talking outside his door. It sounded like his guards were trying to talk with someone, but the voices started to increase.

“He doesn’t want any interruptions.” Harry heard his guards say to someone.

“I don’t care, I need to speak with him.” Someone said, but the voice was muffled so Harry didn’t know who it was.

“Move out of my way!” The realization of who it was hit him, but before he could even process it his door swung open and hit the wall with a bang.

Y/N stormed in as two of my guards followed swiftly behind her. Y/N had never been in Harry’s chambers so she was amazed at how big it was. When her eyes finally landed on Harry, it took her less than a second to see Emily.

Harry saw her expression on her face that was first determination to try and speak with him. Than it changed to shock and a flicker of sadness flashed through her eyes. But that went away when she tore her eyes away from Harry’s and she balled her hands into a fist.

“We are sorry sir, Y/N just barged in.” One of your guards said out of fear that they would get in trouble for not following orders.

“It’s fine, I was done now.” He said about Emily. Who was standing awkwardly on the other side of his bed not really knowing what to do. Her hair was a mess and her gown was wrinkled. Harry knew he didn’t look any better with just his trousers on.

“Emily you can leave now.” She nodded at Harry and quickly gathered her things to leave. When she went passed Y/N She bowed her head, and squired away.

“Guards, you may leave now.” Harry told the guards who were still standing behind Y/N, and they left and closed the door leaving Y/N and Harry alone.

Y/N just stood there staring at the floor like she was trying to remember why she was even here. Harry was surprised she would even visit him after what she said to him last night. Especially seeing Emily he couldn’t imagine what Y/N was thinking right now since she was clearly upset when he saw her the other night.

“So what did you want to speak with me about, that was so urgent.” Harry said as he slowly started to walk towards her away from the bed.

Y/N finally got out of her trance when she felt Harry’s presence come closer to her, and she slowly backed away.  She looked up at him and realized Harry still wasn’t wearing a shirt, which he noticed got a reaction out of her But she shook her head and cleared her throat before she spoke.

“When were you going to tell me about Scotland?” Harry stopped walking towards Y/N, and swallowed slowly, trying to figure out what to say.

Y/N looked angry as she waited for his reply.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Harry said trying to be oblivious.

“Don’t lie to me Harry, I know you know.” Y/N said while crossing her hands over her chest out of anger.

“How did you know about that?” He just found out a few hours ago, and only few people actually know about it.

“One of my ladies, Ava  got word from her dad back in Scotland and sent her a letter. Saying that my mother sent word to England about the situation in Scotland. Were you just gonna lie to my face and pretend everything was ok?” She asked  him.

“I was ordered by my father not to tell you. I didn’t have a chose.” Harry said.

“You always have a chose Harry, you could of come to me right after he told me. But instead you were off… you…” Y/N tried to find the right words. But Harry knew what she was talking.

“Well I’m sorry but I can’t do anything to help you Y/N.”

“Why can’t you? My mothers life is in danger and my country, harry. I can’t sit back and do nothing. We need to send them English soldiers to help them against the French.” Y/N said coming up with ideas.

“We can’t do that Y/N.” Harry said, but you didn’t listen.

“Why can’t we? That’s what our alliances is for isn’t it to help each other in a time of need!?” You yelled out in frustration.

“My father won’t allow it to happen because it would put England in bad standing with the French. Trust me I already tried to convince him, he won’t send help.”

“Than what’s the point?! What’s the point of all this, about us?” Y/N said using her hands to motion the space between them.

Harry knew she was talking about the alliance, and especially their engagement. Harry knew it was good for political reasons, trading, land, and many other things. But Harry knew his father was a selfish man and only wanted what was best for him and his country. Obviously Harry thought it was wrong of him to leave Scotland to fend for themselves. Even if Harry and Y/N aren’t on great standings he wish he could help, but he can’t.

Harry’s silence made Y/N even more upset, so she decided to put matters into her own hands.

“I refuse to marry you if this is how you all are gonna treat me and my country then.” Y/N said firmly as she got up to leave. Harry’s father knew that Y/N would do something drastic if she found out the news and she was doing just that.

“Y/N, stop wait.” He quickly got to Y/N before she left to try and stop her.

Before she opened the door Harry grabbed her by the wrist and spun her back around to him. Y/N’s face was pure anger as Harry tried to stop her, and she tried to wiggle out of his hold but he was stronger than her.

“Let go of me Harry, now!” She yelled at him but his arms didn’t budge. Y/N was now pushed up against the door as Harry held her to try and get her to stop fighting him. They were so close now, that Harry could feel the anger radiating off Y/N.

“Y/n, stop you can’t do that. The alliance is too important to break, my father wouldn’t allow it.” Harry tried to talk her out of it.

“Too important for you and your country, not for me! You treat me like I’m just a piece in your game, Harry. And the alliance won’t even help Scotland. So don’t give me that awful excuse because all the alliance helps is you and England!” Y/N screamed at Harry and this was the first time he has ever heard her raise her voice this high at him.

“Why does it even matter so much to you? If the engagement is off you can be with the person you actually want.” Y/N tells Harry which made him frown in confusion.

“And who would that be?” He asked leaning closer to Y/N.

“You know, the red head girl, who was obviously in your bed before I came.” Y/N said avoiding eye contact. He could clearly see that him sleeping with someone else had upset her.

“I don’t like Emily like that, she’s just a… friend?” Harry said unsure of what to call Emily.

“Whatever…” Y/N said trying to move the conversation elsewhere.

“Why? Does our friendship upset you?” Harry said making Y/N sigh in annoyance.

“Just let me go Harry… please.” Harry looked at her and saw that her anger slowly dissolved to sadness and pain. Her eyes began to get glossy and Harry knew she was on the verge of tears but tried to keep them in. So he let go of her finally, but still was standing right in front of her as he watched her crumble under his gaze.

“You clearly don’t care about anyone but yourself.” Y/N insulted Harry, which he didn’t like.

“You obviously think our relationship is a joke, so me coming here and this conversation is useless.” Y/N adds on.

“That’s not true.” Harry said to Y/N.

“Which part? That you think I’m a joke or talking is useless.”


“Than if you don’t think of me like that, help me. Please Try Harry, I’ve been trying so hard to make us work. But I can’t do it all by myself. Just try and show me you don’t just think about yourself.” Y/N pleaded with Harry hoping he would have a bit of compassion in his heart.

“It’s my mom Harry… I can’t just watch her get hurt, or…” Y/N shuddered at the thought and a small tear escaped eye. Harrys heart felt a wince of pain when he saw the tear fall from Y/Ns eye.

“I know, I know… I’ll talk to him, and try to convince him to change his mind.” Harry told Y/N as she wiped the tear from her eye.

“Are you just saying that, so I won’t ruin the alliance?” Y/N strong voice became but a whisper now.

“I’m doing it for the alliance, for our two countries, and you.” Harry knew his duty to his country was a priority. But he believed that what his father was doing wasn’t right. And maybe in the end hurt England even worse by showing they betrayed an ally. But also a bit of Harry didn’t want Y/N to be worried about her country or her mothers life. Also he wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t as selfish as she made him out to be. He didn’t know why, he didn’t need to prove himself to anyone but he wanted to with Y/N.


Harry opened the door to his father’s chambers, without knocking and him and Y/N stormed in and was met with his father looking down from his desk.

“Harry now is not a good time.” The King said as he scribbled words onto a document and read papers on his desk from noblemen.

“I think now is the best time.” Y/N said and the King looked up rather quickly hearing Y/N’s voice, not knowing she was with Harry.

“You can’t do this to Scotland.” Harry said getting right to the point, and the King looked over at his son.

“It’s already done. I told you not to speak of it again.”

“But it hasn’t been discussed with me yet? The princess of Scotland, the next heir to its throne.” Y/N spoke with authority and pride for her country.

“Princess Y/N the stakes are too high to bring English soldiers into Scotland to fight the French, it could cause a war we are not fit for.”

“My engagement to your son Harry, and Scotland’s alliance with England is the one thing that can help us in situations like this. If we band together we can defeat the French.” Y/N said.

“If we fight them now, then they will be weak and not have enough men to even come to England. We can attack them, and they would back down seeing Scotland and England as one against them.” Harry chimed in trying to convince his father.

“We can’t risk lives of our men on hypothetical situations. There is not guarantee that the French will back down.” The King said while standing up.

“There’s never a guarantee, all you have is hope. And I have hope that if the British and Scotland army band together we can get rid of the French. And no more blood will be shed.” Y/N said faithfully.

The King stood there listening to Y/N and Harry speaking as he tried to collect his thoughts.

“If you have no interest of your side of this alliance. Then I refuse to marry Harry, since clearly Scotland means nothing to you.” Y/N said challenging the King. Harry was a bit taken back and so was the king.

“Father how would it look if England sat aside and watched a country get slaughtered by the French. When there was something in our power that we could do to stop it.” Harry said to his father.

“Imagine the King you would be in history, who helped Scotland and strengthened the alliance of two great nations.” Harry said as he encouraged his father to do the right thing.

The King sat back down and looked between Y/N and Harry who were eagerly waiting for his response to their proposal.

“I have listened to your proposal, and I have weighed the pros and cons on what you are asking of me.” The king said as he came out from behind his desk.

“And what is your decision?” Harry asked. While both Y/N and him were holding their breath waiting for his decision.

“I will help Scotland.” The King said and Y/N broke out into a smile.

“I’ll tell the guards to send British soldiers to Scotland right away.” The King  aid while getting up and motioning for one of his guards to come, so he can give him his order.

“Thank you so much, your highness. On behalf of Scotland and I We are forever thankful.” Y/N said as she bowed to the King.

“This is but a favor I am doing for Scotland, but you will still take my sons hand in marriage to keep the alliance strong and thriving.” The King ordered.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because even if she wanted to disagree she knew she couldn’t. Harry watched her as she just nodded to her father and bowed. Y/N knew it was her duty to marry Harry, and Harry knew it was his duty to marry Y/N. Y/N knew that without the help of England her mother and Scotland could of been in great danger. So she was happy with the outcome of today, no matter what she had to do to get it.

Harry and Y/N walked out of the Kings chambers and started to head back to their own chambers to sleep. Today was a long day Harry thought as he brought Y/N to her room before going to his own. The castle hallway was dark and quiet, because of the late hours. So it was only Harry and Y/N alone.

They both stopped at Y/N’s door and stood their waiting for the other one to say something.

“Thank you, for helping me tonight.” Y/N said as she leaned her back against the door of her room.

“No problem, it was the right thing to do.” Harry said as he looked down on Y/N. The only light they had was from the moonlight from the window across the hall. The light was illuminating Y/N’s face perfectly. And Harry couldn’t help himself as his eyes stared at Y/Ns plump red lips.

“I apologize for calling you selfish, I was angry and upset and shouldn’t have been so rude.” Harry was surprised at what she was saying, because even though Harry hated to admit it he was selfish at times.

“You’re not wrong…sometimes I am selfish.” Harry leaned in closer to Y/N as he places both of his hands behind the door she was leaning on.

“Sometimes I want too much for myself…” Harry whispers as he looks over Y/N’s face to see that she is breathing heavily as he comes closer.

“ I don’t think about how my actions affect others.” Y/N and Harry were centimeters apart now.

“Or I abuse my power.” Y/N’s eyes quickly looked down at Harry’s lips, and he took notice even when she tried to pretend that she didn’t.

Y/N’s breathe got caught in her throat as she saw Harry leaning into her, she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t run because she was against the wall and his hands were keeping her trapped. Harry could feel her breathe on his own lips, which drove him crazy.

“Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” Harry whispers as she brushed his own lip against Y/N’s, causing Y/Ns breathe to hitch in her throat. Harry pulled back a bit to see her reaction before leaning in to finally kiss her.

But once his lips were almost on hers, Y/N quickly turned her head to the side. And Harry’s lips connected with Y/N’s cheek.

“I’m rather tired, I should go to bed.” Y/N said as she turned her back to Harry trying to hide her red face, as her shaky hands tried to open her chamber door. When she finally got it open she went inside, but before she closed it she looked back at Harry, who was still shocked at the kiss they almost shared.

“Goodnight Harry.” Before he could say anything Y/N closed the door in his face.

Once she was alone, she leaned against the door where harry was still standing behind, and let out a sigh of relief. Y/N was unsure what even happened out there. But Harry tried to kiss her, for real this time. Not in front of other people, but just with her.

But Y/N wouldn’t allow him to kiss her, no matter how much she wanted to. Harry could not be with someone else, and than steal kiss from Y/N whenever he pleased. He had to make up his mind, on what he wanted. No matter what Y/N’s feelings are for Harry. Harry had to figure out what his feelings were for Y/N.

As Y/N closed the door on Harry’s face, he was utterly shocked. No woman has ever rejected Harry in that way. By not kissing him or even Inviting him back into their chambers. Y/N was playing hard to get which surely got Harry’s attention.

Harry really wanted to kiss Y/N since the day he saw her again arriving at the castle. He knew Y/N was attracted to him, and he was to her. But she was so damn difficult at times. One second she’s yelling at him, the other she is apologizing to him and almost letting her kiss him. But then she’s running away and slamming doors in his face. Usually women are eager to be with Harry, but not Y/N. Even though Y/N is Harry’s fiancé after all. As Harry walked away from Y/N’s chambers he was eager to continue to pursue Y/N, no matter what.

Harry wasn’t discouraged because he was determined to have what was rightfully his.

Wow what just happened??!! Harry is so confusing! What do you think about this chapter?? I’m sorry if the smut was horrible I’m not really good at writing it, but I’m trying haha! WHO WANTS A PART 6?! Tell me in my inbox it really motivates me to write the next one. Also sorry this is so late I had so many complications and I was traveling.


honestly if the accommodations are peecakes, take me before they get here, too.