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captainlondonman · 1 year

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The Making of a Skin

Olly had been flipping thro’ the dating apps recently and most of the guys he had teamed up were boring. Ok for a quick sex session but once he had cum he was ready to get back. Grindr was fine but he felt he was getting nowhere with any real excitement. One of his hook ups had suggested a new App which the guy had said he had looked at but the guys all looked a bit rough and not for him. Olly made sure he got the App name before leaving. The fuck had been lousy so no wonder the bloke was not interested in anything different.

Might as well give it a try. He was feeling a bit horny and in need of something different so he opened the App, subscribed and started flicking through.

Shit the guy was right, there was a lot of leather and rubber with bulky guys, most seemed to smoke cigars and have walrus whiskers. Not for me, Olly said. He was about to flick again when a guy caught his notice. It was just the face but he had a shaved head, clean shaven and looked mean. Nothing about him but he lived nearby. Olly pressed the button and immediately had a response.

‘You up for it?’

‘Yup’ Olly replied

‘You lookin’ for sumthing different?’

‘Yup’

‘OK M8 get yourself around’

The guy sent his address

‘Get round now, got it?’

Olly liked the way the guy sounded demanding. This should be different he thought, rubbing his crotch and feeling his bulge grow.

Olly took only ten minutes to get to the address, a council block of flats in an area he would normally not go to. Thankfully there seemed no one around and anyway he made sure to park his car away. The guy had told him which block and to press 18. Olly did as told and heard a rough voice saying

‘2nd floor you can walk up. Lift off’

Not sure what to expect Olly walked up the two flights and saw that one of the two doors were open.

‘Hullo’, he shouted meekly

‘Come in and shut the door mate’

Standing in the hall was not just a guy with a shaved head but a Skin, in 20 hole black DMs with yellow socks, bleachers, yellow braces and a Black Fred Perry shirt. He had been working out and showed bulging muscles which were covered in tattoos.

‘Never seen a fucking Skin before? You saw my face so you should have it worked out. So now’s you’re here better have lager. I fucking need one and a Marlbro. He went into the kitchen and came back with an open can and handed it to Olly.

‘Come in and sit down’.

‘I don’t usually drink lager’, Olly said

Skin muttered, ‘well that’s about to fucking change.’

‘Sorry what did you say?’

‘Nuthin’

‘Want a fag mate?’

‘No I don’t smoke’

‘Fuck, you soon will’, Skin muttered

‘Well drink up mate. So what’s you wantin’. Looking for some quick sex and then off is that it?’

‘I saw your photo and it looked interesting’

‘Interesting? What the fuck does that mean.’

‘Dunno know just that’

‘Well drink up mate and make the most of yer lager.’

Not sure what to do Olly quickly drank his can. Feeling a bit scared he took in the Skin sitting opposite with his legs apart his booted feet firmly on the floor and he could see a good sized bulge in his bleachers. Scared or not Olly could feel his cock starting to stiffen Suddenly he could feel himself becoming drowsy, his vision becoming blurred and all he wanted to do was sleep.

‘Sooory I’m feeling a bit tired, perhaps I’d better go home’, that was all he said before he slumped back on the chair, letting his empty can drop to the floor.

Olly felt cold, he could not move and something was around his face. He needed time to think. Where was he? As his vision came back he realised that he was stark naked and in a bath, his ankles were roped together and his hands were tied behind his back. Something leather was strapped around his head and in the centre was a leather ball inside his mouth . he could not speak and almost felt like choking. He started to panic.

Suddenly he heard

‘Stop being such a fucking baby and man up.’ The Skin leant over Olly and spat a huge gob between his eyes and then taking his hand rubbed it all over his face taking a lump of spit and forcing his finger around the leather ball gag

The Skin was standing in front of him, legs apart with a can of lager in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

‘Time to get going Boi’

With that he bent over Olly drawing in the smoke and blowing out into his face. Olly wanted to cough but the leather ball prevented him..

‘Fucking inhale dumb boy’

Skin continued blowing the smoke into Olly’s face until Olly had to take in the smell and fumes.

‘That’s it Boi, you soon luv it’

Once he stubbed out the ciggie, he opened the can and with his other hand undid the gag.

‘No fucking noise from you boy’

And with that he grabbed Olly’s hair, pushed his head back and started pouring the lager down his throat.

‘Fuckin swallow Boi.’

Olly gurgled and started to swallow mouthful after mouthful until the can was empty.

‘I need to pee, please’ he murmured

‘Why do you think you’re in the fucking bath. Go on let me see ya piss’.

Without waiting Olly peed himself, his piss running down the bath

‘Tell you what Boi, I need to piss myself as well.’

Skin unbuttoned his bleachers and yanked out his meaty cock.

‘Take this Boi ‘,and with that sprayed a river of piss over Olly

He lit up another ciggie and started over blowing the smoke straight into Olly’s face.

‘Fucking inhale boi. Let me see you cause youll be smoking yerself soon.’

Once he had finished he took the shower hose and washed down Olly and all the piss in cold water.

‘There you are Boi,’ he said putting the gag back in.

‘Every hour I’ll be back and you’ll get a lager and ciggie smoke. Got it?’

Throughout the day Skin came back with another can and rammed the lager down Olly;’s throat. By the end of the day he almost looked forwards to the taste of the lager as well as the way he was forced to swallow. Even when the smoke was blown into his face he found himself inhaling more and more. When the last can was given he asked

‘Can I have my own cigarette please?’

‘Look Boi, forget all this bloody poncy language. It’s a fucking ciggie got I and I want to hear the word Fuck being used all the time got it?’

‘All that fuckin lager sure make you piss yerself judging by that stream Boi. Makes me want to piss.’ Again he undid his buttons and pulled out his cock . This time he grabbed Ollys head and pulled off the gag

‘Time to drink something else Boi.’

Skin leaned over the bath and with his cocked aimed directly into Olly’s mouth. ‘Ive been fucking drinking all day mate so there plenty coming and your takin it all.’

With that he let out a heavy stream of piss into Olly’s mouth who was unable to take all as it started running down his face.

Seeing Skin’s cock right in front of his face and tasting the acid piss started making him happy, and he could feel his cock lengthening.

‘Christ Boi, yer luving this. Look at yer fuckin cock. Not a bad size Boi. That’s what I wanna see. This is just the start. Boi I’ll make a skin man out of you yet.

Skin buttoned himself up and went out coming back with electric clippers, shaving foam and a razor.

‘Time to get rid of all that fuckin hair Boi. No bloke of mine has hair. Yer best shaved. Be a man, a skin man’

With that Skin set to work and within the hour he had flushed all Olly’s hair down the bath and in place was a gleaming scalp.

‘That’s a fucking great head you’ve got now. Makes you look so much better You can stay tied up tonight and we’ll see what tomorrow brings. But you deserve a treat eh’

He undid the gag briefly and poured another can of lager down Oll’s throat and then lit up a cigarette.

‘Time for your first proper one Boi. I’ll hold and you puff. I wanna see you fucking inhale big time got it?’

Olly by now was desperate for his fag and knew instinctively how to inhale. There was no coughing after all the smoke he had taken in during the day. He took in puff after puff emitting cloud of smoke.

‘Well done Boi, yer on yer way.

I’ll see you later OK?’

After an hour Olly heard the front door bell ring and heard Skin exchange a few words with another male voice.

The door opened and in walked The Skin with a replica but the guy had a rubber T shirt on , Fred Perry style. His arms and head were covered in tattoos. Olly could hardly make out all the patterns but he was able to note the St George’s flag, a skull, a clenched fist with centre finger upright, the Nazi emblem and writing that looked vaguely German. He was all muscle, his rubber T shirt tight against his 6 pack but it wasn’t just the T shirt that was tight. His bleachers showed what looked liked a truncheon down one side, thick and semi hard.

‘So this is yer Boi? Not bad. What do you want done?’ he said opening his bag

‘We’ll start light mate. Gie him an Iron Cross on his shoulder, then S-K-I-N across both knuckles and on the back of his neck in big letters F-U-C-K. Let’s get to work.’

Olly suddenly realised what was about to happen and started to struggle in his bondage.

‘Stop fucking moving Boi,’ he growled and then took his hand and slapped Olly hard across the face. ‘Much more of that and I’ll have your whole fucking body covered.’

Again Olly struggled.

‘Take that you fucking wimp,’ again his hand smacked the side of Olly’s face.

Shit it stung. Olly decided it was best to stay quiet.

The Skin undid the ties and hauled Olly out of the bath, taking his hand across Olly’s arse. ‘Any moaning and moving from you Boi and I’ll take my paddle across that bum of yours’

Olly sat on the chair obediently and the Tat man took out his tools and started his work. Olly bit into his gag to stop any moaning. The guy started on his neck and then took his hands and on each one formed SKIn on each. Finally as he started on the shoulder The Tat man was standing in front of him close to his body and he could feel the guys bleachers rubbing against him. Not just his bleachers but he could feel the outline of his cock and as it lightly rubbed against so he could feel it lengthening. It did feel like a truncheon. Olly started to move his arm into towards the dick so the guy knew and clearly he was loving it.

The Skin saw

‘What the fuck is going on with the two of you. Boi that dick of yours is suddenly fucking hard. You enjoying yer tats?’

The Tat man turned round to face The Skin.

‘I think its my fucking dick he likes.’

‘Shit man, you getting turned on doing my Boi. Christ that’s some bit of meat you got there,’ he said starting to rub his own crotch ‘Think its time we had a bit of action and see how Boi performs eh?’

The Skin put his hand out and slid it down the length of the Tat man’s cock then took a hard clench, rubbing his own cock at the same time.

‘Fuck that’s a real dick man. I thought mine was big but shit that’s huge. Time you got that out’

Both skins opened their flies and forced out their cocks, both rock hard and both standing in front of Ollys face. The Skin had a good 8 incher with a gleaming head already showing some precum, but the Tat man must have had 10 inches and thick. Olly could not believe having two dicks belonging to Skins like this right in front of his face

‘He’s my Boi so I’ll go first and then he can take you after his throat’s widened’

The Skin put both hands around Olly’s head and guided him to his cock. As he did so Tat man spat a gob onto his cock and started sliding his hands slowly up and down his shaft.

‘Fucking open wide Boi you’re taking all my cock right down the back of yer fucking throat ‘

Olly choked as The Skins cock was forced into his mouth.

‘Fuckin breathe properly so you can take this. Just remember yer next cock is even bigger’

With his hands around Olly’s head he started ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Olly’s mouth. Olly let more and more spit onto the shaft to make it easier.

‘That’s it Boi you’ve got the hang. Take it’

This is what Olly wanted, skin prick. He didn’t need The Skin to force his head he was doing it because he wanted. Now he wanted the bigger cock in his mouth

‘I’ll fucking come in a minute. You’re bloody great Boi,’ he said taking his dick out ‘let me see you take his dick in yer mouth’

The Tat man moved in. I can see you’re going to love this Boi. Shit you’re a real sucker.

He also put his hands around Olly’s neck and directed his cock but knowing the size was gentle allowing Olly to open his mouth wide enough to take the diameter.

Taking the cock more slowly turned the Tat man on, even more feeling Olly’s throat expand to take it all. OIly wanted every inch of his dick and slurped down the shaft and as the Tat man clenched his arse feeling his cock throbbing so the skin put his hand between his crack and started rubbing his cheeks.

‘Christ that arse of yours is loving the face fuck mate. One day I’d love to give you a real fuck. Shit you’ve a mighty pair of cheeks.’

The Skin was now even more horny and worked up, wanking and watching Tat’s mans cock inch down more and more while rubbing the arse.

‘Fucking great eh. Right Boi time for your first load of cum. Grab your own dick and we’ll all come together right’

Olly already had his hand around his cock. He was ready to explode after two cocks in his mouth.

‘Don’t know about you mate but this Boi has me ready to fill his mouth with my cum.’

‘Fuck I’m ready when you are,’ the Skin said as he was now wanking hard.

‘You ready Boi. Lets go’

With that all three erupted their load of cum. The Skin spurted his load over Boi’s face as the Tat man let rip down the back of Olly’s throat, so much it was oozing out of his mouth and down his chin. Olly exploded his pent up cum all over the floor. It was like a fucking avalanche of cum from all three.

‘Fucking hell man, next time I do a tat I’ll bloody well make sure I rub me dick against the bloke. Not sure they’ll give such a great blowjob. Well done Boi.’.

The Tat man stuffed his cock back down his bleachers allowing some of the left over cum to drip through his bleachers.

‘Might as well let the blokes see what I’ve been doing eh?’

He picked up his tools to go

‘When he’s ready for the next set of tats let me know. I’ll be back like a bloody shot and I’ll want a blowjob before and after I do them.’

After he went out The Skin said

‘Well done Boi, you sure took the full length of his dick. Never thought you’d get that monster down yer throat. Sure made me so fucking horny. Here’s a can for you. You deserve it.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well,’ he mimicked. ‘You can have a fucking ciggie when you ask. I wanna hear skin talk from now on or else I’ll bloody well slap you again, got it?’

‘Can I have a fucking ciggie mate?’

‘That’s better and glad you now know ciggies are for us skins.’

Olly drew on his fag savouring every long puff

‘Right next stage Boi, need to get you dressed, get next door I have everything laid out for you.’

Laid out neatly was a MA 1 green jacket, a Fred Perry T shirt white with black stripes at the collar, black braces, bleachers long white socks and black 20 hole DMs with white laces.

‘Time to get yer gear on, you need to look like a fucking skin but first come here. Olly stood in front of the Skin who put a thick metal linked chain around his neck and secured the padlock.

‘Know what that’s for?’

‘Fucking no’

‘It tells everyone you’re mine and only I can unlock you. Looks good on you and better when you have my gear on you. Its my gear so you are definitely mine , all mine.’

Olly could not believe his luck. All this gear was for him to wear and better still it belonged to his master As he lifted up the T shirt, Skin said

‘That’s right smell it first. Yup its me you smell so you’ve my smell against your body.’

Next he put on the bleachers. They were tight but the right size and he could feel his cock start to swell as he forced his dick down one side. He put it down the same side at The Skin as he could see piss marks

‘Thought this would fucking turn you on Boi. Any skin gets off when he’s in full gear’

The Skin picked up the socks and rammed them into Olly’s face.

That’s it, smell these stinking socks,’ as he rubbed them across his mouth. ‘Not washed for months Boi.’

They were rancid but Olly was getting off on them, his cock getting bigger

He put the socks on and then the boots. Instinctively he knew how to lace them, then the braces which he let hang down at the back and finally the bomber jacket.

‘Shit Boi you look fucking great. I made the right choice with you. How do you feel?’

‘Just look at me fuckin big cock. Fucking right, Skin.’

‘That’s me boy. You talk skin now, that’s because you are one. There’s a mirror over there. Take a look.’

Olly could not believe it, gone was that pussy boy. He was looking at a skin, a mean skin and shit that cock of his had never looked bigger stretching down his bleacher leg.

‘I need a fucking ciggie looking at me.’

‘You can have one as we go out. Now’s the final bit’

Take this and follow me.

He handed Olly a baseball bat and pushed him out the door. As they stepped out into the street they both lit up. People started moving aside as they walked up the road several people looking at Olly’s large crotch. He could not keep his erection down. He felt brill.

‘What you’s fucking looking at.’ He shouted at people ‘Never seen a hard skin before.’ As he waved the bat towards them.

The Skin smiled. ‘Yup he’s my Boi.’

They stubbed out their ciggies and turned into a deserted warehouse. The Skin found an unlocked door and shoved it open letting both of them in.

‘Right Boi this is all yours. Do what you want.’

Something triggered in Olly’s head and he knew what he wanted to do. His cock was rammed hard, he knew he looked a tough skin, being so horny had made him feel full of skin aggro.

‘Oi Oi I’m a fucking skin, no one gets in my way or else they’re meat.’ and with that he took the bat and swung it breaking up everything in sight screaming

‘Fuck the lot of them Fuck, Fuck. Life is for us skins, we rule no one gets in a skin s way.’ Glass was smashed, boxes broken as he wielded the bat.

The Skin watched feeling more and more horny watching his Boi.

‘Shit me’s cock ready for that arse of his, Im so fucking ready to unload in him.’ His cock was rigid down his bleachers and he could not keep it contained any longer, lifting its full length out to show a gleaming head with precum.

Olly was loving the damage he was making and his cock was as hard getting off on the aggro and anger. A damp patch was appearing on his bleachers exactly where is cock head was

‘Get the fuck over here Boi, im waiting’

That was a command thought Olly and seeing the Skin’s thick erect dick he knew what was going to happen and he was gagging for it.

He put down the bat and walked over, the Skin grabbing him and putting his right arm firmly around Olly’s Neck

Suddenly Olly felt a zip goung down at his arse.

‘Fuck mate you’ve got a rear zip on me bleachers.’

‘They’re my bleachers and yes how do you think I’m going to fuck you in your gear. Now shove that arse of your out towards me.’

The Skin dropped a large gob of spit onto his dick and rubbed it down the shaft. Need to give a bit of lube so you can take my full length Boi’

With his left hand he guided his cock into Olly’s arse. Olly could feel his crack being opened and his hole being forced to take the prick. As soon as he felt the head he started moving his arse back into Skin to take the length.

‘That it mate, I fucking ready for your dick so start fucking me’

‘Don’t fucking worry Boi I will. Get you own dick out, I wanna see you shoot as my cum goes up yer bum.’

‘Eh you’re a fucking skin now being fucked by another skin and you are all mine Boi. It’s what you want Boi isn’t it.’

‘Fucking right mate, go on ram that dick of yours up me let me have the full length. You’ve got a good one there Mate and I wanna feel all of it. Your gonna fuck me again and again after this. I’ll never get enough of it.’

‘That what I wanna hear Boi.’

The Skin was getting more and more horny hearing his Boi desperate for a shag and moved his cock in and out faster and faster.

The faster he fucked the more Olly was rubbing his own shaft. He wanted to shoot across the space with all his cum while feeling the rush of Skin’s cum up his arse.

‘This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages Boi, you are a real little sub needing my dick’

‘Get on with it I want to feel your spunk in me’

‘Shit it’s coming get ready Boi to spurt your cum’

The two skins were glued together is their full gear, fucking for all their worth.

‘I’m cumming Skin’ shouted

‘Me too’

With that both came, a shit load of spunk up Olly’s arse and another shit load spurting across the floor.

‘Jesus what a bloody fuck that was.’

Thanks mate for making me into a Skin. This is the fucking life.

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sailorspica · 18 days

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dare i argue...

kenny has a very interesting, consistent morality that isn't all that aberrant compared to most of AoT's main cast.

he is our main source of ackerman lore, whose fallen status within the walls directly telegraphs the position of eldia in the larger world, so on closer inspection, kenny, levi, and mikasa are more than a bit analogous to grisha and the warriors. in kenny's case, i think most of the elder jaegers. hear me out:

my ongoing beef with the uprising arc anime adaptation includes this scene with kenny's grandfather. confoundingly, WIT cut significant length from grandpa's explanation about the ackermans' persecution at the hands of the MPs, but gave kenny a line that... is ghostwritten by zeke jaeger.

in the manga, kenny discouraged kuchel from carrying levi to term for reasons he doesn't verbalize (snk 65)

in the anime (aot 43), my subtitles say "I swear, ain't no point being born in a craphole world like this where there's not a single dream worth pursuing."

the dubbed line is "who'd want to be born into this piece of shit world anyway? there isn't a dream you could have worth suffering through it."

btw i think WIT giving kenny like, 5x more lines with the word "dream" is fucking cheesy and childish; i could see how this mindset is challenged immediately by carla in bystander, but does kenny have to be the one to say it? we get that from historia and alma and ymir already! plenty of characters express thoughts of regretting being born, but this and zeke's are particular to eldians and ackermans, not individuals

but what grandpa ackerman says about this "deal" between the ackerman patriarch and the crown echoes grisha and zeke's propaganda bedtime stories. the first generation born within the walls hoped that ignorance would spare future ackermans, and eldians left behind when the walls went up hoped compliance would save them from... paradise, conscription, what have you. historical omission and revision: neither fucking worked! that ackerman patriarch died pointlessly, every eldian sacrificed to marley's imperialism from foot soldiers in the trenches to the warriors and proto-warriors, ksaver's generation and older, died pointlessly.

much like the warriors, i don't think any of the above excuses or downplays kenny's wrongdoings, but contextualizes them:

he's a serial killer

as far as we know his Ripping was mostly MPs. as of this scene in ch. 65, the latest were lurking outside a dying old man's home, whether that means they monitored the eldest living ackerman closely, or they were there to jump kenny. point is, killing cops is uhhhhh cool. i don’t care he becomes one himself later. the old 2nd wave feminist adage of “the personal is political” applies to any gender, really, and we should all take police violence against vulnerable populations personally, so whether you frame kenny’s kill count before joining the MPs as self-defense or vengeance, there’s a net positive of fewer MPs terrorizing the streets of the interior and the underground.

he abandoned and/or abused levi

my guess is without his anime-only Zekeism™, kenny’s concern before levi's birth is more specific to kuchel’s circumstances, and also informs his abandonment:

raising a child would make kuchel’s life even more difficult;

the underground and moreover a brothel are no place to raise a child;

as his reaction to levi not knowing his last name goes, living as an ackerman is a curse unto itself (the zeke and ksaver conclusion), even if kenny’s relationship with uri has improved his circumstances;

my most charitable and extracanonical thought for this man is… i wonder what happened to his and kuchel’s own parents. how else do you lose track of your sister like this? did they feel abandoned themselves? did kenny already doubt kuchel would live long or be strong enough to protect a child (maternal mortality, which fellow MP nile dawk brings up in 108)? when he said “i’m not cut out to be some kid’s father,” did he also think that of kuchel? or did he think he also failed as an older brother—kenny and kuchel as grisha and faye...

we only get kenny’s POV of his time with levi, which lasts about five pages of chapter 69. my point is, levi whump revisionism tends to give him annie leonhart's canonical childhood, for which there is no evidence in chapter 69 or in bad boy.

of course, filling the blanks of kenny's pedagogy is grim, and popular fanon isn't unreasonable at all. there's no nonviolent way to teach violence, which kenny calls "the only tool he had" and likely thought of as the only thing he could offer levi. removing levi from the underground didn't seem to cross his mind, either, which could point to a pessimism that people kill people, above and below—the ackermans were wiped out on the surface, after all. but i actually find the understanding of their relationship to the royal family as feudal in the japanese sense helpful here: would bringing him along set levi's path for him, one in service to the reisses? cruel as it was, kenny guaranteed levi's freedom.

he's a cop

okay, this is where the manga gets a little ambiguous/inconsistent with chronology. when kenny gets the anti-personnel squad, he says he’s “never been part of the military before”—he’s actually following levi’s footsteps here, a criminal recruit far outclassing these graduates of the cadet corps. however, to historia, he identifies himself as part of the first interior squad in 845. the fuck?

what is more certain is after he meets uri and becomes his bodyguard 😏, he joins this "assembly" or "council" of nobles and wallists. "bodyguard" does not sound like a role in which kenny would wander the walls doing extrajudicial murder like sannes. when levi and hange interrogate sannes, he proudly lists his own resume (snk 55), which includes killing armin’s parents, erwin’s father, and historia’s mother (the 2nd worst thing to be in the walls is blond), so besides alma, kenny doesn't seem to be included in these panels of the first interior squad "bloodying [their] hands" for peace within the walls.

i think a reasonable conclusion is kenny joined the first interior squad after uri's death in 842, and this squad is so elusive as to be legendary to the average MP. there is probably some translation subtlety with "squad" and "section, " so my understanding is the anti-personnel squad is either part of the first interior squad, or an elite, separate but affiliated group much like levi's special operations squad.

i think of kenny in these three years as unmoored much like iseyama describes levi after shiganshina; the main thing guiding him seems to be his disdain for rod reiss, since he has no hard feeling against frieda. dare i say... rod is kenuri's zeke?

besides his worry for kuchel and debatable care for levi, kenny does, actually, express some of the humanitarianism that motivates his nephew, also in chapter 65 and also excluded from the anime adaptation:

"how much WE lost in those five years?! how many precious lives?!" "he don't give two shits about any of it! not his his family, not humanity, and certainly not you, historia!!

like, HELLO? who is he referring to? the residents of wall maria? the culling that killed armin's grandfather? historia's half-siblings? hell—trost and stohess, mere months ago? i think he's being genuine! this isn't a token, empty phrase, tugging at historia's heartstrings. a killer can value life, i don't think that's that crazy a thing to propose, least of all in attack on titan and least of all in the uprising arc where levi squad kills other humans (also all cops).

kenny's narration in chapter 69 and episode 47 revolves around power. his respect for uri starts from acknowledging him as "the strongest guy around," which echoes over the moment he abandons levi—he's done his level best to teach levi to be the strongest underground, and his philosophy of proving yourself to be the strongest or most powerful doesn't belie a sense of superiority over the weak or any desire to rule; it's the logical conclusion of the oppressed. he thinks of himself as strong, but doesn't call kuchel weak, and his use of "we"—he counts himself part of humanity. his later ambition to steal the founder... makes him more similar to erwin. he just wants the knowledge, the view from up there.

but i think kenny is a little dishonest in chapter 58 before one of levi's coldest "yeah"'s of all time:

i'll kill anyone if that's what it takes to get the job done. ya kill too when it benefits ya, right?

for both men, this object "you" is not themselves as individuals, despite their posturing. it could really, really be humanity, for all three ackermans. mikasa, ten chapters prior:

there are only so many lives i can value, and i decided who those people were six years ago, so you shouldn't try to ask for my pity. because right now, i don't have time to spare, or room in my heart.

and her series-long journey is excavating her heart for humanity. the common fandom complaint that she "only cares about eren" is, to me, similarly reductive as their view of kenny. characters can lie to themselves, or reveal they're more selfless than they thought.

in conclusion:

ACAB

WIT skipped a lot of exposition to animate an extra kenny-levi fight that doesn't even make sense spatially

of course he sucks! and so do the younger ackermans! but they all suck a lot less than they think they do

kenny is also historia's uncle by marriage, in my heart

someone draw him and zeke hanging out

#kenny ackerman #ackerman clan #ackerman family #aot meta #snk meta #♃

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 1 year

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Scary as a sleepy kitten

When - 10 or so minutes after He hasn't been himself, which takes place during the Chupacabra episode of Season 2

What - the finishing touches on Daryl's medical care, how Andrea's handling almost mistakenly killing the guy. You assure her that he's about as scary as a sleepy kitten right then. Then, there's digesting big bro Shane's descent from morality along with Daryl's simultaneous growth in it. Bonus is a hint regarding the Greene's barn. So sad there aren't any barn cats in there anymore, wonder what happened...

Genre - a little angsty, a little fluffy, a little found-family.

Who - You, Mangy Hick (that's Daryl), Patricia, Andrea, Papa Dale and his not good book, and sweet little Beth (who's got the same headcanon from the Fabulously Confident Reader stories about liking choose-your-own-adventure books)

Perspective - 2nd person, and 3rd Daryl

Pronouns - did GN again this time

TWs - some language, otherwise you just have a brief blow-up. The day's been something else, y'all

Length? - 10-15 minutes

References - when Daryl made that funny in Like a traditional Sunday dinner, the incident with Ed as seen in "Deserved" Part 1 but mostly Part 2 and its cooldown in It's not the end of the wo - oh. There's the continuation of big brother Shane's descent, a slow progression in a bulk of the chapters. Be sure to check out Invisible Tugging Strings, Part 1 and Part 2 , then Spell your last name, please. as well as He hasn't been himself

Official Masterlist here (find fabulously confident reader there!) and the Chronological Slowpoke Masterlist here

have fun and happy reading!

Apologies for the lengthy delay, slowpokes, my brain has been on power-saver for about a month, might could be evident in the chapter, too XD

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“Guess I'll just move this arm like a robot—oh-ho, check it, I can still do the tomahawk chop, y’all!”

And yeah, then his friend proceeds to make barely one and a half chops before wincing. The slight pout that forms afterward makes him want to smile, it’s damn cute.

“Hurt more than I thought it would.”

The twangy blonde lady looks entertained. “Tell me why, Y/N.”

Their pout turns more embarrassed. “…Movin’ the forearm requires these here muscles.”

He liked that their accent revved up more with the blonde lady—sorry, her name’s Patricia, he knows, got it.

“Which affects what?” Patricia asks.

“My shoulder and chest.”

“Which are injured and got irritated something serious today, along with what I’m fairly sure is maybe your C6 and 7, maybe the T1, whenever you first got hurt.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they mumble.

Stop thinking Y/N looks cute. Also, what were those letter-number things?

Sighing, his friend stares at their upper arm.

So, during the, like, he doesn’t know, 5 minutes or whatever it was when the old man helped him slump to the bathroom so he could finally take a piss, Y/N’s upper arm was wrapped to their torso to prevent them from hurting it more. They keep overdoing it, and they keep taking their damn sling off, so Patricia made a compromise, he guesses.

And after doing a modeling-pose type thing with their wrapped arm and asking who was wearing their gauze better, them or him, Y/N immediately tried to do the tomahawk chop and move like a robot and why is he finding that so damn cute right now?.

Patricia winks at Y/N. “Name some of the muscles up there and I won’t put the rest in a sling."

You

“Ooh, bicep, tricep,” basics out of the way. “This, um, one of these over here is the brachialis, this is the deltoid, the teres major’s under here.” You got that muscle wrong on an anatomy midterm back during college and never forgot about it. “This here is the trapezius.” Because the dudes who do the trapeze at the circus got real big ones (or at least that’s how you remember it). “And, well, the clavicle is this bone, so the bone under it is the scapula, which means right about here’s the subscapularis muscle,” that she said you may have hurt, “Oh, duh, then ‘the major one is the pectoralis.’ And—”

“—Okay, no sling.”

Phew. “Thank you!”

“For now, anyway. Meanwhile, Hersh is givin’ me a look, let’s get to cleaning our friend, here.”

Him

The funny part is, as Patricia left, she made a face and said, “I don’t remember most of the muscle or bone names, I just took Y/N's word for it. Now, Daryl, don’t go gettin’ out of bed, stay put.”

Now he’s finally laying down, nothing else to be done to him. He’s so damn tired.

He’s scrubbed up, too. Got a big-ass bandage over his head, wrapped all around. That was a trip; Patricia and Y/N washed his head and neck over a bowl. He counted the seconds til it was over, half-listened to whatever they were chatting about to distract himself.

Once he was bound up like a cartoon character and given instruction to not get it wet, Hershel came back and walked him to the bathroom again, this time to clean everything else off.

There was a little stool thing in the shower, with the shower hose on the ground instead of hanging. “Don’t get your head or the bandage wet. There's a waterproof cover over the dressing on your side that you'll have to remove when you're finished. Now, I imagine you prefer total privacy, but if you need the help, I can assist, or I can get your friend Theodore, if your prefer.”

“M’fine.”

The simple response “I’ll be outside the door, Daryl,” surprised him. Made him feel stupid and ashamed and comforted all at the same time.

And he…he needed the damn help. Ain’t like the old guy hadn’t seen his back already, anyway.

Still, the old man mostly stayed behind the shower curtain at his request, and he didn’t see his junk or nothing, Daryl made sure to keep himself covered.

Part of him felt like some pathetic little cat getting a flea bath.

Today was something else.

So goddamned tired…

You

Not 15 minutes went by since he was escorted to the washroom and now he’s fast asleep under the sheets.

Lori and you stayed inside with Carl (and Daryl), and Carol and Rick brought in plates of food into the house for the four of you.

Carol cooked up some jerky with an egg for Daryl as a special treat with the rest of his meal. Menu for tonight is peanut butter sandwiches (sort of, they’re on saltines), hard-boiled eggs (not soft-boiled, you checked this time), with sauteed field greens.

Your poor friend must be ravenous, but it looks like tiredness won this round. He looks so different asleep. Sweet, even. It's silly, but his light snores almost sound like purring and now you're thinking about kittens.

Another moment in the quiet, and you figure you shouldn’t stand there like a weirdo anymore.

Well, his egg and the peanut butter sandwiches will keep until he wakes up, and the jerky and egg will taste great either way, but his portion of sauteed field greens won’t be nice cold. You’re only a little bummed when you slide your portion of little sandwiches onto his plate and take his portion of greens. He’s earned extra treats, he can have all the peanut butter he wants after what he found today.

You inhale deeply. Exhale slowly. Close your eyes and ask inwardly for help after offering more thanks that he came back alive, and found concrete proof of Sophia.

It’s nice to be in the quiet. It feels safer better to be away from Shane right now, too. You aren’t sure what you’re going to do about the sleeping situation other than tell your brother to set up his own tent.

You also take one of the cracker sandwiches, it’s been a rough day. But when you start to nibble on it…your appetite is gone. Which is so dumb, dude, you’d been stoked at the thought of chowing down when you were high on Daryl being okay and having found Sophia’s doll.

Daryl’s chest rises and falls. You listen to his light snores, and find it, as Amy would’ve said, “interesting,” (but understandable) that your stomach has a few butterflies at seeing him so peaceful and still.

You miss Amy. Which prompts you to consider that you should check on Andrea. Earlier, Dale had come in and asked a bunch of questions for her because she was too ashamed to see people. From wherever she is right now, Amy is probably hoping you’ll help comfort her big sister.

Patricia stops you before you exit the house through the side-door. “Been meanin' to ask, I heard you tell your brother to get out, earlier. Everythin’ okay?”

That question was unexpected, words aren’t working for you. You shake and nod at the same time, which is weird, so, you open your mouth to fix it, but nothing formulates.

After a second try, all you can stumble through is “I don’t know, ma’am,” before ungracefully scooting outside.

After 5 minutes of polite conversation on the steps, mainly between you and Dale regarding Daryl’s status, Andrea is still dumbfounded that she’d almost killed someone.

“He’s really okay?”

“He’s bandaged and resting now. You only winged him, but the falls he took earlier did the most damage, Andy.” You’re trying not to be angry with her, but failing. Which sucks, because you know she was trying to protect the group…

But that she still shot it even though it was against Mr. Greene’s wishes and she knew that indicates an unhealthy variety of pride. One can't be having that kind of attitude with a firearm, it ain't good. And Daryl was almost a casualty because of it.

And like, come on, there were five of you running toward her target, it was dangerous for her to attempt to shoot from that angle! Doesn’t she understand that’s irrespons—ugh, and isn’t Shane supposed to have been doing gun safety shit with her? Isn’t that his whole wannabe jarhead schtick—great, now you’re more upset about Shane!

“I’m glad you’re enjoying those, ” Dale tells you, nodding at your cracker and chuckling. “They’re the part of dinner I rushed to help make, this evening was…something.”

He shrugs, and you remember how Daryl grunted that today was ‘somethin’ else.’

“I suppose having spread the peanut butter on crackers was a small step up from offering it on spoons to everyone,” he muses.

You can’t help but hum, a spoonful of peanut butter sounds scrumptious right now. Makes a good breakfast or snack, too.

“Did Daryl eat enough?” Andrea worries. “Does he need anything?”

“He was asleep when I brought him his supper, but I left my portion of the crackers—minus this one—on his plate.”

“Come to think of it, I’m not sure he’s a fan of peanut butter,” Dale thinks out loud. “I offered him some for breakfast one morning, and now that I recall, he backed away from it.”

Not like peanut butter?

“—Oh my God, what if he’s he allergic?” Andrea breathes.

“Nah, he ate a peanut yesterday. I was havin’ one of the little packets for lunch and he tried one, he can’t be allergic,” you assure them. And surely he doesn’t not like peanuts. That would be so sad!

It gets quiet.

Andrea stares at her feet.

“I can’t believe almost killed him.” She inhales and buries her face in her hands. “I shot someone.”

And Dale is only meaning to ease her discomfort and add some levity—but whether it’s because of the new bond you have with Daryl, or maybe because here’s something of a flashback hitting you from how you’d had to actually shoot a living person a few months ago—when Dale jokes to you, “Like I told her, we’ve all wanted to shoot Daryl,” you become livid.

After two shallow breaths of your inner tea kettle screaming, this sentence: “Guess y’all will want sunshine over here to work on her aim, then,” seethes out as you stand and book it to the fields.

The past several days especially has shown you how wrong your initial conclusions about that man were. He’s a work-in-progress, make no mistake, but shit if he ain’t working on it!

Unlike your brother, who keeps getting worse, who just tried to flirt with Lori by saying he didn’t care about a missing, abused little girl—the same little girl Daryl was willing to almost die to find!

Horrified at Shane and about today; confused, embarrassed, overwhelmed, in pain, overtired, and therefore angry about everything, you walk, hyperventilate, and finally, quietly, start to cry.

Then you accidentally drop the peanut butter cracker and cry harder.

The light swish of your boots in the grass starts to crunch when you reach the sandy part by now-boarded-up well. You walk faster, neither wanting to be near the two-part walker inside nor in the area where apparently, Daryl dumped Merle’s ‘hard stuff,’ as he slurred to you earlier during his trauma assessment.

Soon you’re by the rocks you’d climbed the other night. You step up and sit on a lower one and sniffle another minute or so until the worst of it seems to have spilled out.

When will you get a better handle on your temper?

While you’re busy wallowing in self-pity, you notice Dale’s watch ticking and are reminded that you have to return it.

You stand.

Trudge back with your tail between your legs.

He and Andrea are still on the steps.

“I’m sorry. I let my anger get the better of me,” you tell them softly.

Dale waves you over. “Come back and sit if you like, kiddo. It’s been a long day.”

“It’s been somethin’,” you mumble. “And you aren’t a bad shot, Andrea, I was being snotty.” About an inch to your left and he’d have been a goner, you leave out.

“I’m glad I wasn’t as good a shot as I’d hoped,” she sounds ashamed to say. Her head is still hanging low when she makes a one-sided smile and taps the spot next to her. “Will you be helping with shooting practice tomorrow?”

“If that’s still on, yeah.” Shane was enlisting your help with that, which means you’ll have to act civil…ugh, why worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will worry about itself. You take the watch off, hand it to Dale. “Here you go, Mr. H.”

“Ah, very good. I would hate to start losing track of the days, then we’d really be in for it. Let’s see…an hour until it’s time to wind her up.”

The breeze carries the smell of woodsmoke with it. You lean against Andrea for a moment, she leans back.

Then Shane comes into view.

When you catch his eye, you shake your head in warning in case he’s thinking about coming over and schmoozing with the others as if he didn’t just f—tomorrow will be better. Things will be better in the morning. He’ll apologize and things will be better and you’ll all have a good day and maybe Sophia will be found.

“Y/N, how about we talk later tonight?” Dale murmurs.

Did he see the face you made at Shane?

Best change the subject. “If we do, is it finally my turn to borrow that awful book I’ve heard so much about?”

“The Case of the Missing Man is not an awful book,” he chuckles back, then shrugs. “Maybe Jimmie Herron’s style isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. My Irma didn’t like his work, either.”

“Y/N, it’s really not great,” Andrea drones.

“Glenn said the same.”

“Amy had me read it so we could, um,” her gaze grows teary. She closes her eyes for a moment, then smiles and shakes her head. “‘Share the trauma.’”

You smile and shake your head, too. That sounds like Amy. “She finished it up in my tent while I was knocked out with a migraine, first thing out of her mouth to me when I woke up was how lame it was. Told me you had first dibs.”

“Then I lent it to T-Dog”

Oh, right. On the first half-week of the trek to Fort Benning, his nose was stuck in it. “He plowed on through it, didn’t he?”

“He wanted the torture to be over.”

You and she snort, Dale just chuckles again. “After you finish it, only Rick, and our young Carl—oh, and, uh your br—and Shane, they’ll be the only ones to not have done so.” He points his finger as if an idea just popped into his head. “But both Jacqui and Lori thought it was good.”

“Bless their hearts, they loved watching soaps, though, what does that tell us?” you giggle to them.

Dale lifts his hands in surrender. “See me later, troublemaker, I’ll lend you my ‘awful’ book and we can talk. I’m gonna hold you to it.” He looks at Andrea. “Young lady, will you be alright?”

“Yes. I'm just not ready to face anyone yet.”

“You know where to find me.”

She rests her arms on her knees and slouches again, stare fixed on nothing much. You go to rest your arms on your knees, too, and are immediately reminded that that particular position is a no-go for you right now.

“Y/N, after what happened with Ed, when did the feeling of wanting to hide go away?”

“Mine was an easier situation," you quietly point out. "And it wasn’t just me, Shane was the one who—" you grimace at the memory. "You were there.”

“Mm.”

To answer her question, “But I guess it wasn’t til, y’know, I faced people again that I got I didn’t have to hide. Shane's sense of 'duty' helped, too. But after I talked to Carol, saw Sophia smile at me, when I knew they were on my side, I didn’t mind so much about the rest.”

“Pretty sure everyone was on your side with that,” she mutters. “For what I just did…”

“Pretty sure even Daryl will, um, well th-that you were tryin’ to protect the group.” …oof.

She lifts her eyebrows. “You aren’t good at lying, Y/N.”

It wasn’t a lie, per se. “Objectively, you were tryin’ to protect the group.”

“I wanted to feel in-control and like I could do it.”

Oh.

She admitted that? If only your brain could come up with something heartfelt or whatever the situation called for to convey how much humility from someone so confident and self-assured means, instead of this: “I wanna be on your apocalypse survival team.”

A sigh leaves her, and she simply asks, “Just let me know how furious he is with me. I'm dreading how he’ll be when he’s up. I'm a little scared, while I’m being honest.”

“Hm?”

“Daryl.”

“You’re scared of him?”

She eyes you. “We’ve all seen how he can fly off his handle. He waved that knife at Rick and your brother, the axe at Jenner.”

Oh, right. That didn’t even consider cross your mind, that she’d be scared of his reaction to...being shot in the…head. Man, your brain is not working.

It can’t even configure a response again, now you’re just shaking your head like a confused mute.

“You don’t think I have to worry, Y/N?”

“No,” you answer truthfully. “You might would feel better if you saw him, he's probably up an eatin' dinner by now."

"I think now's too soon."

"Trust me, he’s holed up in bed now, he’s about as scary as a sleepy kitten.”

“Kittens have teeth and sharp claws,” she dryly states.

Your mind immediately hops to the exciting fact that you have yet to meet the Greene’s barn cat(s) as you stand and lead Andrea inside through the side door to get to Daryl’s room, waving to Beth reading her book as you pass.

“Beth, this is Andrea. Andrea this is Beth. She’s the one who made the pudding for Carl. She’s Mr. Greene’s youngest.”

Andrea smiles and goes in for a shake. Beth shyly waves, the returning of the handshake ending up as an awkward afterthought.

Sweet as she is, leaving her in peace is probably what she’s hoping for (the poor teenager’s home and front yard is full of wounded strangers).

And you almost make it through the full sentence before gasping in delight when you see what book she has.“We’re just checkin’ on Dar—is that a choose-your-own-adventure book??”

Him

There was this loud noise in another room, woke him for a second. Y/N’s laugh stuck out from the other sounds.

While falling back asleep, he remembered how he'd made them laugh really loud when he ripped that $20 bill that night at the CDC. How they’d belly-laughed so hard at his dumb, tipsy-ass joke had felt so damned unexpectedly good.

He’s back asleep before the amount of pain he’s in can really register.

You

“I’ll bring it over after I talk to Mr. Horvath. He’s the older man in our group, I love him to pieces, you probably saw him in his bucket hat?” you tell Beth.

Jimmy apparently has been poking fun at her reading choose-your-own-adventure books to pass the time because they’re ‘for kids,’ so, lending him The Case of the Missing Man was decided to be the best way to get back at him.

You hope y’all didn’t wake Daryl, it’d gotten a little animated for a minute. To make up for it, you tiptoe when you trek down the hall to his room, Andrea and Beth behind you.

Beth left something of hers in there before he was brought in, but she was hesitant to go in there (which you praised, teenage girls and unknown older men don’t mix). Anyway, she was hesitant because she’s a little, um, well, kinda intimidated by him.

Andrea invited her to join you two, citing “Y/N says he’s as scary as a sleepy kitten right now.”

At his door, you knock lightly and call his name. Wait for an answer, try again.

Upon listening more carefully, his snores sound through the door and let you know he’s still asleep. Slowly, slowly, you open it.

As subtly as you can, you step into room and pull the sheet that had fallen down back over his shoulder before the girls see the scarring.

Daryl stirs, then grunts something incoherent as he flinches, blinks, and tries to turn toward you.

“It’s just me,” you hush. “I was fixin’ your sheet, it’d fallen.” You tuck the sheet down over his shoulder, gently and slowly. “You’re safe in the Greene’s house. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

His muscles relax and he’s back to snoring before the pet name is finished slipping out of your mouth.

Still standing beside him, you watch his side rise and fall, rise and fall. Reminds you how grateful you are. He really does look so helpless and sweet right now.

You notice Beth peeking back and forth between you and him, but she quickly looks away.

Poor buddy. If the man is this tired, he’ll rest better with closed curtains. He’s big on privacy, besides. Carefully, you start to draw them shut. Andrea joins.

Once they’re all pulled closed and the room is dimmer, she puts her hand on your arm and gently pulls you back into the hall, Beth leading the way. You make sure the door doesn’t make too much noise as it shuts.

“Thanks,” Beth whispers.

“Scary as a sleepy kitten, right?” Oh, that reminds you, “Y’all don’t have a barn cat or two, do you?”

“N-not anymore.”

Aw, that’s sad. “I’m sorry, little one.”

“Oh, um—d-don’t get too close to the big, shuttered barn, okay?” she rushes to add.

Before you can both nod and tell her ‘of course,’ she then stumbles through, “There’s—it’s—the, um—it’s just not real safe!”

She looks so freaked out and nervous that you forget you’re supposed to respond.

Lucky for you, Andrea, smooth as ever, assures her “We’ll let Carl know not play around there,” and starts to chat about how she “steers clear of old barns” ever since she spotted “the biggest rat I’ve ever seen come out of one at a company retreat,” while Patricia comes downstairs hugging to her side what looks like a wedding photo.

Beth scurries away, you make eye contact with Andrea, then Patricia gets your attention.

“Sweet pea, about tonight,” she begins, hands pressed together with her fingertips toward you. “Daryl’s gonna need to be checked on—”

“—Of course. I’ll stay with him. Please do me a list of what to check for and how often?”

“Will do. Try and borrow that big watch again, you’ll need it. Prolly will do well to have somebody else, maybe Carol to help. I'll go find her. You know, there’s an old air mattress in the attic, I’ll have Jimmy fill it up. Just go grab your sleeping bag,” she tells you.

“Thank you!” You’d been hoping for a way to avoid Shane all night. Is this a gift from above or something?

A reminder of, “Don’t use your injured side to carry your sleeping bag in,” from Patricia sends you on your way outdoors to retrieve your stuff.

The air is cooling off as the sun sets. The sky is a hazy orange-pink.

“Y/N, I didn’t realize,” Andrea says, slowly walking beside you.

“Realize what?”

“You two.”

You, too? Is she talking about your shoulder, maybe? “What’d I do? Do you mean my wrapped arm?”

She peers at you, head tilted to the side. “You and Daryl,” she softly clarifies. “It was Dale who wondered first, after you had to excuse yourself.”

Me and Daryl? “What’d we do?” Perhaps she's referring to the search today? Andrea isn’t one to not speak her mind plainly, you wonder why she’s not being more succinct. She doesn't know about you having shot that guy. Dale has an idea, but he's tight-lipped about it.

“So, you and he…?” she trails off.

So, you start to fill her in about the search. “Before Daryl found the doll, we’d—”

—OH WAIT, now you get it!

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itsbeenliketenyearsitsprettywild · 11 months

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*deep breath* Okay. In that case, buckle the fuck up.

For all I know, there might be canon lore or word from the creator that entirely debunks this idea. If so, please feel free to tell me directly! I love discussion with other fans, and don't take it personally if a theory i back turns out to be incorrect!

(and honestly somewhere along the way I realized I DO NOT have the spell slots necessary to put my full thesis down, so sadly you're only getting the cliffnotes and some shitty visuals I made instead.) But before I get into it, I'd like to put a warning for those tempted to keep reading: This is the sort of pretentious plot twist spoiler that (depending on your tastes) might make the experience of MILGRAM a lot less fun for you just by knowing/considering it. As such, please use discretion before clicking on the read more. But! I don't think it'll spoil anything to state the basic premise.

The truth is deceptively simple: MILGRAM is a work of fiction set up so that us, the audience, get to influence the characters present in the narrative, thus directly influencing everything that happens, via the cast/crew reacting to our decisions according.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if you some of you think I'm joking or wondering how that in any way counts as a theory.

Part 1: A Cosmic Horror Story(ish) by Any Other Name

In which case, lemme shift the spotlight from the audience's perspective of Milgram to the character's experience of it:

While they don't realize it, the characters of MILGRAM are intentionally constructed beings, within an intentionally constructed universe. Which isn't to say that they, as characters, don't have thoughts and feelings. Their lives and experiences and crimes are just as real as everything else around them. But! Seeing as all of that is fictional, that's... debatable, at best.

They were all created (for the purpose of entertainment) by a force/entity that is basically all-powerful within their universe, but is almost entirely passive in nature. Or to put it another way: It's the cast/crew of MILGRAM that makes this whole narrative exist, but they're always gonna stay in the background of the story. The focus is always on the characters and how they deal with all this.

Past the force that created them, there is one other group of entities that exists outside the character's universe. It's these beings who actively engage with them, through means that go beyond the physical. ie; that us, the audience!! We vote, engage in theorycrafting, and talk about the characters to the point where oh shit they might be going a little insane from hearing us, actually.

Part 2: Other Helpful (and Very Shitty) Visual Aids, Without Context

Part 3: "Wait, so that means we shouldn't have been vot-" Lemme stop you there

With all this in mind, the conclusion most people would immediately come to would be "So this really was just the creators redoing the Milgram experiments, and our only ethical option is to not vote at all!"

Which, no.

Though we might largely have the most direct say in how things go down, the creators can still weigh in if we refuse to play by their rules.

For example, where you here when Haruka's 2nd Trial vote went down? Because, while I wasn't, I have seen the comments people posted during and after that time period.

That is to say, people were trying really hard to get him to a 50/50 tie stall, thus breaking the system - it was only right near the end that the poll hard shifted towards guilty.

Something similar (but a lot more shitposty) happened with Mikoto's first trial vote, too; apparently, the unspoken consensus was that everyone wanted Mikoto to be exactly 69% guilty (lol, never change folks). But, guess what? Right at the end - small shift towards innocent. Tragically ending The Meme Dream for everyone involved.

For all that we, the audience, are mostly in control of where things end up, the creators are more than willing to step in if we stop playing by their rules or don't take things seriously enough and shift votes one way or another depending.

Which means that all not voting does is put it in the creator's hands to decide - and, in that case, they could end up making the choice that you don't like.

So, for all it can feel icky for us voters to be C'thulu to the characters, depending on your outlook, trying to influence them can still be pretty important.

#ask #anonymous #MILGRAM #MILGRAM project #I don't have the energy to write out my five bajillion page essay on the details #also edited the tags and added an image after i felt a bit better about this #now please DO feel free to discuss this with me

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flovverworks · 1 year

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returning to ydays post so gbf spoilers for the event for sure, probably mhyk spoilers too

Morimori: But what's so wrong about forgetting? It's not his fault. And it's not Erbsu's or Nerine's either. Even the past town elders were forced to make tough decisions. Running from reality and forgetting the bad things is how we as people can live happy, treeful lives. Drusilla: Are you perhaps encouraging me? Morimori: I thought that was obvious. Even if you end up forgetting Nerine, you're not to blame.

this EXCHANGE........1) nerine's entire thing alrdy had me bawling but. i was alrdy thinking about these topics since ive been thinking about type0 again...@_@ i DO run off akira rmbring the wizards & everything, i talked about this a while back, but it IS true that arthur&co forgot the old sage's face & name almost immediately. theres a lot of fanwork too revolving around akira being forgotten/forgetting too (more strongly in the forgetting side, while forgotten rly is mostly.....name&face. points to yorushika's usotsuki for the billionth time). riquet's anni card about riquet's book.....there is sage's book, so why not make akira's book too? 1.5 with them not telling anyone what actually happened that night, and akira silently wishing that someone will one day ask them about their story. ive had this thought for soooo long too about akira writing down everything they rmbr of the wizards&their world when they return to their world, in order to not forget, in order to not lose it. 'you're not to blame' did a number on me big time

Nerine: I'm not sure why, but it feels like this sort of thing calls for more than a… thing. Drusilla: You mean a story would be better? Nerine: Whoa, how'd you know? I was going to write one as soon as I got back to the forest! Drusilla: I thought it might be worth learning from your example as well. Nerine: My example? Are you going to write a story too? Then this trip'll be great inspiration! Let's have lots of fun until the very last minute!

which essentially goes into this exchange too,,,,,T_T rather than an item, writing a story......telling a story......even if its not read by anyone, something that you can read and remember.......memories fade, stories remain, all that....

Drusilla: Sigh… All I wanted was for you to experience normal town life. Nerine: Huh? But that's impossible. I'm with you, aren't I? That makes it too special to be normal. Drusilla: …! I-I'm impressed you can say such things without even a hint of embarrassment.

akira before vs after meeting the wizards (but rly.....voicing ur feelings rather than keeping them inside....T_T

Nerine: How am I supposed to smile! I don't want to say goodbye! We haven't even eaten cake together yet! I can't believe this is the end! That I'll never see you again! Drusilla: This is the worst! I want to spend more time with you! Forget being special! Why couldn't we have met under normal circumstances!

figaros fkng mahopa. school april fools. that one chocolate meeting place vday event. theres another time where akiras like 'will i too be able to wave goodbye while smiling?' or whatever but i cant rmbr which event it is. anyway i was BAWLING

Drusilla: Thanks to Nerine, I realized something. I'm special to Nerine, and she's just as special to me. But it's not just her—the crew, my friends, and my family are all incredibly important to me. And they all have people who are important to them. Everyone is special to someone.

;_; 2nd anni............................1.5.......................pt2.............................. everyone is special to someone.......

theres admittedly also the mhyk 3rd anni website txt,,,

Even fairy tales without happy endings can one day be cherished all the same.

gggggg i wANT THE HAPPY ENDINGS THOOOOO korwa is so right for always talking about that. either way the full text talking about weaving a tale and similar,,,,i havent read that anni story still but the cards with 'capturing a moment'...T_T anyway i have an entire side thought on "happy", especially in regards to pt2 focus charas but ill get into that when pt2 is finished im so emotionally drained after this event + today.

there IS also an entire subject on the forgetting in the event in regards to gran's feelings in current msq but ill take that on gran someday. also especially the first part.....in regards to the part in 1.5 that makes it iffy whether akiras alive or not (especially considering what the Common isekai plot is)........i have thoughts regarding all that & how brad looked at akira when speaking about nova + how faust thought nova reminded them of akira in that 'u r not from here' way, but i still havent read ch17 and overall i assume theyre gonna drop the entire thing on us during pt2? so ill come back to that l8r but in general. man. this event story........im not used to being the target audience this often, last time was sui?? and before that sincerely???? 3 events within one year....waow.....

anyway im drained

#stardust speaking !#i have a billion thoughts on the first part alone but not now

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I finished Saints Row (2022) and I have some thoughts...

If you guys know, I'm a fan of the Saints Row series ever since I can remember. I remember watching the a few game plays of Saints Row 2 and immediately was intrigued. So intrigued that I remember getting hyped up for the 3rd game and watched any leaks Volition and Deepsilver threw at us. Well, it's hard to say for the games after the 4th and reboot. I just want to discuss the Saints Row (2022) but if I mention the other games, I'll try my best to make sure it pertains to the reboot.

Keep in mind: These are just my opinions and by no means am I a professional reviewer or critic. Also possible spoilers.

First off, let's talk about the name they gave the game....Saints Row. Not to get mixed up with...Saints Row. But I thought that was such a poor move on branding. Little moments where I would stream Saints Row (2022 not the original), Twitch would mix the two up. Not only that, searching for guides and walk throughs were a bit messy as well. My suggestion: Give it a name that has Saints Row, but change it up. Example: Full House (the OG), Fuller House (the series). Maybe name it "The 3rd Street Saints". Just. Something. Else...

Graphics:

.... Yikes :)

Everyone's skin is so gross and THAT HAIR TEXTURE! You can literally see every pore as if it was marked with a highlighter-it was bad. Their skin looked so bumpy and it made the characters look more alien-like than realistic. I get it, we all don't have clear skin, but that skin's not human. As for the hair, it's stiff as a board and every time you wear an accessory, the hair goes right through it so sorry if you wanted to give your character longer hair.

The Outfits:

So my biggest issue with the outfits is this huge glitch. I'll talk about the glitches in a bit (because trust me, there's a lot) but I just want to talk about the overall, outfits that are available for the characters.

Overall, not the worst selection-but not the best. I was a bit annoyed where there are so many smaller stores with few items to choose from around the city compared to having 3 or 4 big stores with a bigger category to choose (like how they did in all the other games). Personally, I thought this was quite cheap of them to do that. Not sure how much they showed off the stores when doing their sneak peek game plays, but if they bragged about a "wide variety of clothing", then there's nothing to brag about, really-probably about the same as 3 and 4.

Story line:

Remember in Middle/high school where you have that one teacher or faculty member that tries too hard to make you or your peers laugh but instead, makes you cringe? Well, that was this game. To me, it felt as if the writers were trying to hard to appeal to the Gen Z audience.

Hear me out:

In the beginning of the game, you and your friends are struggling to make ends due, so each of you guys join separate gangs (Which if that was realistic, all of them would've been killed since they have some sort of affiliation with their gang's enemies; each other). Until, you and friends decide on creating The Saints (they never said 3rd Street Saints), your character would not shut up about how they can't pay rent or how they don't have medical insurance. Regardless or not if you find that funny, after the 3rd or 4th time hearing them on repeat, it makes them sound whiny and annoying.

The ending was alright. But leading to the ending was baffling. Something that I like about the 2nd and 1st game is how you can progress each story line one gang member at a time and when the gang member's story finishes, you move on to the next until you eventually get the prologue and ending. This game's like: We work for other gangs, we made our gang, party!, end of game.

Side story line/ non-main game play:

I actually enjoyed it. I'm happy with the things to do throughout the city and I often catch myself sidetracked with a few hitman missions or being an evil "yelp" reviewer on stores. I found it a bit annoying with the lack of fast travels, but I think that's a personal preference than anything. Overall, I do see myself going back to finish all the side missions and challenges

I will say, I've been working so hard to get the Let's Pretend store available to use, I was quite underwhelmed with the selections but I've already mentioned that complaint.

Your Character:

I would say from the 2nd game to this game, they all have the same generic personality. Granted, from the original Saints Row to the 4th, it's all the same boss. The reboot has no connection to the previous games which honestly lacks character development (or just a personality at all). The character is that same "I'm a bad ass-ready to kill" vibe where if there's a moment the other characters say something statistical, they get all "I don't care-I'm just gonna threaten them with a gun!" Again, no character development. Where's the weakness? Where's...basically anything else. I know nothing about this character and I played them for 20+ hours.

Glitches:

Another yikes...

Keep in mind that not all glitches are consistent with the player. These are the one's that I've received so keep that in mind...

During the end of my game play, I've been more-and-more nervous on my game crashing or finishing a task but the game doesn't register that you finished the task so you're stuck until you restart from checkpoint. I don't know if this is a PC glitch, but I've been getting that a lot with open world games; another notorious game that's prone to do that is Cyberpunk 2077. Only difference with that game and this one, I can actually restart from checkpoint; Saints Row 2022, I can't- I have to restart the game and start over.

Going back to the Character outfits, there's a huge glitch where you would put your character in an outfit, and it doesn't show. This was more towards the Jackets. When you boot up your game, you may also notice that your character may be missing a few accessories as well. Also, when shopping for pants, some stores never show the pants selection on your character; I find that weird.

Other than that, there were some funny, harmless glitches like an npc stretched out and is flying all over the place or when your character is giving a serious dialogue and their mouths are not moving.

Gameplay and Controls:

I'm very iffy on this one. Usually when I play games on the computer, I like to use my PS4 controller (sue me-I come from a Console only, gaming family). But I've noticed that I was not able to do quite a few functions. Granted, I should've changed the controls in the settings, but I can't remember why I got impatient and decided to go keyboard instead. The keyboard controls weren't too bad. Auto aim helps a lot and it's not too "deadlocked" on one enemy; I picked up real fast.

I will say, I don't know what the point of the emotes are in the game, I don't even know how to toggle them. (no hate for that, just a random thought).

Directions were pretty much to the point but the GPS arrow thing tends to throw me off a lot. I often find myself ignoring it since it's too wishy-washy on directions.

I played this game on the Hard Difficulty. I found Normal too easy but to be fair, I have a tendency to jump straight to Hard mode on any game (unless if I know it's a strategic game)

~~~Overall Thoughts~~~

I mean, I think you can tell what I think of this game; I'm disappointed in it. Gameplay wasn't the worst, but graphics, glitches, and the story line killed it for me. If I had to give an overall grade, it would receive a "D" or a 4/10. If you're debating on if you should get it or not, best recommendation is to wait for it to go on sale-this is definitely not worth $60, heck even $40. I'd pay maybe $15 for this game and that's not on sale. Hopefully the game ends up with some cool DLC's and patches (which I would not be surprised if they discontinued Saints Row 2022 because of the bad reviews).

It was a shame too because I was really rooting for this game. I let my love for the other games allow me to have a positive mindset when playing, but the more I played, the more I end up disappointed. I see The Saints Row series one roller coaster. 1st was the rising game, 2nd was the peak, 3rd was a slight fall 4th and Saints Row 2022 was the falling.

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kwockxpressions · 1 year

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Binh Do

1. Name, Year, Major & Hometown

Binh, 2nd year, History and Economics, Fountain Valley

2. What are you most proud of?

I am most proud of my dog Coco. He is a small black maltipoo who is just my clone, he is very short and energetic like me. He also likes to take fights that he can't win such as barking at german shepherds which is also like me but that's what makes life fun.

3. If you could choose a Sanrio character as a pet, which one would it be and why?

I would have the egg one because if I got desperate I could get a quick snack and a cute friend! Plus I like him cuz he's lazy which means he won't be too clingy.

4. What is the biggest green flag in someone?

When a person is able to communicate their feelings instead of letting them bottle up inside until the pressure is too much and they blow up in your face and then they say that you were the reason for all of this frustrated emotions despite you doing this for basically 3 months and they didn't say anything so like broski how am i supposed to know you didn't like it when I texted good morning like if you just said to stop I would've. lol!

5. What’s your biggest ick?

When people use the wrong your or you're.

6. If you were Kirby, who/what would you swallow and become?

I would swallow Grent Perez because his voice is so smooth.

7. What’s the most embarrassing moment in your life?

I pissed myself in a karate class when I was 6 because I was too afraid to ask to use the bathroom.

8. When’s the last time you cried?

The beginning of Winter Quarter.

9. What’s your most used emoji?

Lately it has been the crying emojii or the monkey covering its eyes

10. What do you value in friendship and tell me about your best friend?

The one thing I value in friendship is tolerance, not in the sense that you have to agree and validate every thought that everyone has, but just giving every line of reasoning a chance. This is different from just allowing somebody to speak and then immediately trying to argue with them, with tolerance one goes into a discussion with a mindset not to change the other party's mind, but instead just to listen and understand their reasoning then share one's own reasoning. My best friend embodies this trait to the fullest as while we don't necessarily have the same outlook or always agree on different beliefs, he always hears me out and actually considers how I came to my conclusion before coming to his own thoughts and disagreements. He never tries to belittle me or thinks less of me as a person just because I have a different outlook on life than he does, and he never pushes boundaries to get me to try to agree with him. We both agree that we are just two monkeys existing together and monkeys will do what they do and go in their own different paths and collect their own monkey thoughts, monkeys should not try be above one another and believe that their ideals and morals are greater than another monkeys, because at the end of the day we are all just cute monkeys chasing that glorious banana. So in conclusion, what I value in a friend is a monkey that does not try to instill the flawed logic of moral hierarchy, but just another monkey that will sit down and enjoy another banana with his fellow monkey.

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film-frederick-murray · 2 years

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18/9/22

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Frederick Spike Murray and I am a year one undergraduate film student at Edinburgh Napier University. Other than this I have a Short Course certificate from the British Film Institute where I learned the basics of film making and film review before working on my own short film in a group.

This blog is to document my progress in the course and my overall relationship with film. I love cinema and I hope my writings portray this to whomever reads it.

In my first week we were split into groups for a warm-up exercise : we were to make a short film in two days with nothing but an adjective and a noun, picked at random. Ours was ‘Small Actor’. Our immediate thought was to turn to our smallest friend in the group, Luke. We next realised small actor could also mean an unknown actor and were surprised by how dumb we were. Combining the two we set off to tell the story of a small unknown actor trying to accomplish his dreams whilst having an abusive relationship with his deadbeat brother who is trying to hold him back. Here is the film. Small Actor I feel very proud of this film, as lead cinematographer I felt the camera movements, framing and composition to be very deliberate however I understand all of these had very surface level meanings. For example the shaking of the camera to show our lead is in a frantic scene with his brother, or sitting him off centre to show how out of place he feels. Another main critique is more just wishing we had more time in the editing room, there were so many ideas we were just too late to fit in which I feel would have elevated each scene. Overall I am impressed with our work in only 48 hours however understand we could have done more.

I recently re-watched ‘La Haine’, probably my second favourite film at the time I'm writing this, only beaten by ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’. I respect that ‘La Haine’ is a far better constructed movie, however no film has moved me as much as ‘Perks’. I digress. After watching ‘La Haine’ for the 2nd time, I have little more to say than I did after my first watch. There were two main aspects of the movie which confused me after my initial watch: the fist was the cow that occupies Vince's mind, I could not figure out what the cow symbolised but I hope one day I will. The second thing I was confused on was the use of a dolly zoom as our leading characters enter central Paris. I now understand that the intention was not that of realisation or shock as the dolly zoom is often used, but instead to tell the audience that the youths and the city are one in the same, the shot slowly draws the background of the city closer to our characters, connecting the two, they are the future of their country. I doubt I have anything to say about 'La Haine' that hasn't been said and challenged hundreds of times over, but that wasn't the point of the watch, the point was to enjoy myself, and I did thoroughly. This movie is a perfect example of why I love cinema.

Today I went to the Edinburgh Filmhouse to see ‘Funny Pages’, a new A24 film written and directed by Owen Kline. The story follows a young aspiring cartoonist who, after the death of his questionable but encouraging art teacher, finds himself lost yet determined to devote his life to the art of comedy cartoons. Our protagonist soon latches himself to a mentally unstable man who worked within the comic book industry and views his life as that of a failure. The pairing of the two causes chaos to ensue as their un-symbiotic relationship collapses deeper than when they met. I felt the movie overall didn't have too much to say; the message was unclear and none of the characters had an arc, they all start fairly rotten and all end fairly rotten. However this is very clearly intentional and reflects the source material of funny pictures: the characters are all the exact same characters they were when the comic began as there is no further purpose than to make people laugh, what else can you do with three panels? Regardless, the film is one in which you can tell the filmmakers loved making it, there is lots of passion involved in every shot and every scene and that’s the main thing I look out for when watching a film.

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Hi <3

Could you do how each Marauder would kiss you for the first time? Like the confidence levels for each would be soooo different I think and just the way they'd go about it, idk but yeah

First Kiss ¬ Marauders

Of course! Honestly, I have so many thoughts but....

Also for this, I just did James, Sirius and Remus but I am willing to do other Marauder era characters (including girls) in the future.

James Potter

"Honestly James, it's embarrassing at this point. Just admit I'm the better keeper"

This had been going on for years. Both of you claiming to be the best keeper in Hogwarts, neither willing to submit. Some say it's rivalry, some say it's unresolved sexual tension but whatever it was, you and James loved it.

"Let's make this interesting, shall we?" The Gryffindor retorted with a smirk. "Whoever saves more goals during practice wins and that's the end of it."

"Okay, deal Potter but if I win, you have to stand up in the Great Hall and announce that I'm the best. Got it?"

You see the flash of fear run across his face before he responds with his same cocky smile, "And when I win, I want a kiss."

Before you could make some form of objection through your flushed cheeks, James was already in the air and prepping for the friendly competition.

You were both on fire. The pitch replicated a professional practice rather than a school-sports one but for every one he saved, you saved two. Whilst you did sometimes long to feel the Gryffindor's lips against your own, the idea of him praising you so publicly was too good to give up. And it seemed like the push worked, you won.

Landing back on solid ground, the two sweaty keepers reunited. James' couldn't even be upset at his loss when he saw your face. Pride beaming through your smile as your flushed cheeks framed it and your skin glistened. You were magnificent.

"Good game, I guess you really are the best" Offering his hand out for good sportsmanship hand shake.

Grabbing his hand and closing the space between you, now chest to chest. "I think you deserve a consolation prize for your efforts today, Potter."

The collision of your lips against his was more thrilling than any quidditch match. Pent up tension releasing in waves as you feel the bespectacled boy get over his initial shock and lean into the kiss. Lips melding and moving together, all whilst allowing your hands to grip his broad shoulders. Pulling away to regain your breath, you look up at the flustered boy as he too, steadied his breathing.

"Well, I think in some ways we both won" Joked the red and gold keeper. Causing you to giggle at his cheesy flirts.

"I guess so but you still have to do the announcement. Maybe you should wear my house colours for effec-" Before you could complete your sentence, his lips were back on yours. Not that you minded.

Sirius Black

Hogwarts was a soothing place in general but nothing could beat the astronomy tower. The atmosphere, the fresh crisp air and the silence meant that it was almost the perfect way to escape. And tonight, that's what two young Gryffindors needed.

Leaning against the brick tower, you let out a sigh of relief. Worries and fears washing from your bones as the stars shimmered in the sky and your best friend blew a puff of smoke.

"You what's crazy, the stars have seen everything. Love, happiness, life but also pain, suffering and death. Yet they still shine so brightly, it's inspiring."

Sirius was never a stranger to profound thoughts, especially on these late night excursions but this shook you. Pushing off the cold wall, you shuffle towards the dark-haired boy before sitting shoulder to shoulder and admiring the stars alongside him.

"You're right. I guess that's why you are named after a star."

You knew how much pain the boy had bundled up within himself but still, he could outshine any star in the galaxy. He had endured more pain than he could ever deserve but still managed to light up people's lives and make people feel more love than most.

Sirius swore his heart stopped at your words. His brain was telling him that it was obviously you hearing him wrong or a joke, he managed to choke out a small "What do you mean?"

Turning to look at the oblivious boy, you could almost chuckle at his adorable furrowed eyebrows and quirked smile but instead, you offered the truth.

"Sirius, you are a star. You have been through so much that I couldn't even begin to imagine but every day, you get up and make the most of life. Bringing smiles to peoples' faces, making all of us laugh with your pranks, loving your friends and protecting us no matter what. You are the impressive one and honestly, those stars pale in comparison to you."

Gazing into his eyes, you saw emotions swirling through his stormy orbs. Processing your words and conjuring up a reaction but nothing seemed right. How could he respond to you? His love for you already threated to spill out every time your eyes met but now, he worried that opening his mouth would release his confession.

As yours eyes stayed locked onto one another, neither of you noticed your bodies unknowingly leaning towards each other. Sirius notices your eyes flicker down to his lips, this was all the confirmation he needed before leaning in and meeting your supple lips.

The love that radiated off the two of you was more powerful than any spell you had learnt. Feeling the warmth spread through your being as Sirius deepened the kiss, trying to get closer. His arms wrapped around your waist as he drank in your sweet lips. You felt all the hidden emotions, all the pain and sadness of the night drift away into the distant sky.

All that mattered was you had Sirius and he had you.

Pulling away only to find yourselves lovingly embracing the other, protecting your bubble of happiness just a while longer. Sirius always knew that you made him shine brighter but now, he felt that he could outshine the stars.

Remus Lupin

Rainy evenings were always your favourite. But tonight was perfect.

James, Sirius and Peter were off pulling a prank on some unsuspecting 2nd year Ravenclaws, whilst you and your long-term crush were huddled up in the common room with two muggle books and two steaming cups of hot chocolate. You had no idea how the lanky wizard looked so comfortable on the sofa but you weren't complaining as you felt your knee bump his every once and awhile, sparks erupting at the physical contact.

Diving into the pages of the latest muggle book Lily gifted you, becoming so lost within the words that you didn't notice the chocolate moustache you had left after your previous gulp. The rich chocolate liquid which formed a frame over your plump lips caught the attention of Remus, who had be sneaking longing glances at you all night.

Your book induced trance was broken by Remus' hearty chuckle, a sound that you could listen to on repeat. Breaking away from the words, you looked up to find the werewolf already looking at you with an amused look painting his handsome face.

Immediately becoming conscious of the fact that the amusing thing was you, you released a small whine, "Remusss, why are you laughing at me".

"You have a bit of, well. You have a hot chocolate moustache"

Eyes widening in embarrassment, you quickly attempt to wipe away any chocolatey remnants with your sleeve before presenting your face back to the taller boy and asking, "all gone?"

Scooting over so he was looming over your figure, hand resting on your knee to steady himself. Remus reached up to gently wipe away the remaining flecks of chocolate that settle in the corners of your lip, allowing his thumb to caress the outline of your bottom lip.

The moment seemed to last forever, with the both of your eyes locking together as the young Gryffindor cautiously traced the outline of your jaw before entangling his hand within your hair, bringing your lips together.

The overwhelming sense of emotion accompanied by the rich lingering taste of chocolate engulfed the both of you as you leant into the kiss, resting hands on his shoulders. Remus raised his hand to grasp your hip and slowly move you closer toward his embrace.

You always thought that your first kiss with the werewolf would be more passionate and spark filled but no, this felt like home. This felt like you had fallen into his arms and discovered you belonged.

Breaking away, you stared into his amber orbs. Looking for any sign of regret or fear but you found that his eyes were filled with adoration and love, matching the very same look you held for him.

Giggling as the now giddy Gryffindor pressed a flurry of light kisses on your plumped lips, you knew that this would beat any love-story in any muggle book because this, this was perfection.

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jungw8ns · 3 years

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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My Little Physician Empress ~ Yin Zhen x Reader

Just a story in which reader, a regular girl, was allowed since very young to aid her father in being a Royal Physician, and helped the princes through the years without asking for anything in return.

Since ancient times, views on physician women have been distorted times and times again - Sometimes they are shamans, other times they are witches, and oftentimes, they simply don't deserve to live, no matter how many lives they save, or how capable they are.

Even now, in Qing dynasty, there is stigma, and all the physicians in the palace are men.

But that will soon change when, one day, a Physician from outside the palace is able to come up with a proper cure for the plague that was rampaging the people and somehow, found its way inside the palace too, and he was rewarded handsomely - He was awarded a wish granted - Any wish he wanted.

And that was to have his daughter allowed to aid him in his work inside the palace. He explained how his daughter played around with concoctions one day, and somehow gave him the brilliant idea for a revolutionary cure, and with this story, the Emperor indulged the old man and got them both in the palace.

They didn't earn a lot of money, but it was enough for them to dress appropriately with living in the palace. The girl never got any kind of accessory, so she mainly held her hand in a simply braid, occasionally put some flowers in it, and was ready to go on with the day in aiding her father.

But she was always a curious little girl, and very often, she went outside to play and discover every nook and cranny around the palace - Which is when she met the fourth prince - Not that she knew, though.

She held some struggling and splashing in the water one night, and saw a eunuch running away. Upon investigating, she saw a child who wasn't trashing around anymore, and he was about her age. She jumped in the lotus pond, getting him to the surface and, after opening his jacket, she pressed on his chest between his lungs and leaned in to give him the kiss of life.

As expected, the boy then jolted in a sitting position and started coughing, before falling into her arms once again, exhausted.

"How are you feeling?" she asked in a gentle voice, her hand on his cheek to get his attention. "Fine...I'm better now...Whoever pushed me is going to get killed, I'll make sure of that." the boy was angry, and rightfully so. He tried to get up, but was still wobbly, so the girl helped him go back to his room, letting him lean on her side. "It was an Eunuch. I saw him running away from the pond after you got underneath the water." she told him what she saw. "Now that I think about it...Who are you? I've never seen you around the palace, have I?" he asked suspiciously. "Don't be suspicious of the person who saved your life. I am Y/N, daughter of the Royal Physician who came up with the cure for the plague." she explained in a gentle manner. "Figures. Then, that means you know who I am, don't you?" he scoffed lightly. "Uh...No, not really. Should I?" she tilted her head a little to the side. "You don't? They why did you save me?" he asked, even more confused now. "...Because you were dying?! Did you notice that? Was I supposed to let you die there? Tell me, I can quite literally drag you back to the pond and throw you back if you want? I will ask for you name first and only then rescue you." she scolded him in disbelief at his ungratefulness. "No. No, you're right. Anyway, thanks for saving me. How did you save me? I know I blacked out as some point, right?" he said, and with all the nonchalance in the world, she answered. "I gave you the kiss of life." this answer made the boy stop in his tracks, yelling at her. "YOU DID WHAT?! That’s... That’s improper! I will have you flogged and caned for that! You’re a woman, and I’m a man, and we are both unmarried, it’s... It’s...!" he gaped at her in horror. "You do realise you stopped breathing, don't you? And if I didn't get you breathing again, your heart would have stopped. If your heart stopped pumping, blood wouldn't have gone everywhere in your body, to all your organs, therefor you would have gotten a total system failure in less than 10 to 15 minutes. That means, for idiots like you who don't value life, that you would have died if I didn't do that." she rolled her eyes at him, dragging him inside the pavilion, where lots of eunuchs and maids fussed over him. "Su Peisheng! Reward this maid handsomely, she saved my life." the little boy said - He must be one of the princes, the girl thought, amused. "No thanks. I saved your life, that's all. You yelled enough at me, I don't want anything from you anymore. Next time I try to save your life, remind me to ask you your name first and only then ask consent to save your life." the girl rolled her eyes at him, thinking him hypocritical, and turned around to go home, only to have the boy catch her wrist immediately. "Then, ask for anything, and I'll give it to you." he said, very seriously. "Fine. I'm not a maid, I'm a Female Physician, therefor you must address me properly from now on. Physician Y/N. Got it?" her voice was authoritarian, but she didn't inspire malice or evil, and it quite amused the young prince. "Very well. Until we meet again, Physician Y/N." and thus, making her smile softly, she left the place with a nod of Goodnight. "Su Peisheng." the boy called out his eunuch one again. "What do Physician girls like?" he asked, almost innocently. "Forgive me, Your Highness, this one does not know, for there have not been female physicians in the palace before. However, girls usually like feminine things like clothes and accessories. Miss Y/N wasn't wearing any, as far as I saw." the eunuch provided the young prince with the information. "I see...Very well. Tomorrow, you will send some red agate earrings to her. Make sure you give them to her directly." the boy ordered his slave, who nodded in agreement.

However, the next day, the eunuch returned as he left - With the gift box in his hands and endless apologies. "Miss Y/N wanted me to inform you never to gift her...To quote her...Useless things. Pardon my rudeness, Your Highness, I am merely telling you her words. She said that expensive earrings won't help her save lives. I tried to convince her, but she threatened to throw them in the pigstry." the eunuch kowtowed to the ground in front of the young prince, only for him to raise him up and chuckle in amusement. "Don't worry, it's fine. I'll just bring them to mother and ask her for advice. This is no ordinary girl I'm dealing with."

And this way, his mother advised him to find rare healing-related books, even more so, from the West, and gift them to her. She immediately accepted them, and Yin Zhen often found the mysterious girl reading by the wisteria tree, unbothered by anything and anyone.

The 4th prince often looked at her and got reminded of his annoying 3rd prince brother, but at least she wasn't so obsolete and dissolute like him.

He would find her occasionally swinging in the Apricot garden, where it was mostly quiet and very few people visited, and even so, he would often hear her practicing flute-playing.

The next Prince she met was, to Yin Zhen’s entertainment and slight jealousy, was the 3rd Prince, Yin Zhi, as she was delivering medicine to one of the Imperial Concubines, the foreign melodious tune of an instrument she has never heard of before, and as expected, her curiosity led her directly to this Prince who seemed just a bit older than her, standing under a tree and practicing said instrument.

The girl could only stay there in awe, the wonderful melody taking over her senses and imagination, only for a sudden screech to destroy everything, making her yelp in shock. The jerk of a Prince made the bow unceremoniously scratch the violin’s strings, making a God Forsaken ear-bleeding noise.

“Hope you enjoyed that as well, stalker.” the prince sneered at her, but to his surprise, she merely chuckled. “Wonderful how such an elegant instrument can create hellish sounds in the wrong hands. Only someone hardworking, dedicated and with grace can play this instrument. You are a Prince, aren’t you?” she leaned on the tree, a knowing smirk on her face. “If you figured that out, then why aren’t you bowing to the ground right now?” the aggressiveness displayed in his voice and words seemed to contradict his actions as he sat down at the table, where neatly drawn blueprints and parts to be engineered with. “I can accept the consequences of my mistake and I even won’t protest, should you want to take my head off, should you be so kind as to explain to me the process of building this wonderful instrument. It is a Western one, is it not?” she sat down next to him, analysing the papers carefully. “What would some lowly maid like you know of Western technology? Why should I waste my time on you?” he scoffed, looking down at her. “Do you not find sharing such groundbreaking information with someone genuinely interested to be rather... Enlightening? From my short stay here, in the Palace, I have found out that the 2nd Prince is rather dissolute and promiscuous, but at the same time, a very intelligent and lonely person who cannot interact with others. From the looks of it, you simply have completely different aspirations and interests, while your brothers are solely interested in this Game of Thrones, and you cannot possibly have a proper, intellectual conversation with them. Correct me if I’m wrong, however, and I will leave you alone.” that vixen-like smile on her face made the Prince want to strangle her and wipe that stupid smirk off her face for daring to figure him out so well. At the same time, however, he hasn’t felt so challenged in his life and frankly, this little maid could prove to be more interesting than expected. “I’ll have you thrown to the Office of Punishments should you dare bore me at any time after the cheeky, daring stunt you pulled. Now, you better be paying attention to every word I am about to tell you, I hate repeating myself for dumb airheads, understood?” his voice was serious and mature, especially for someone his age, but that only meant that Y/N had what to learn from him, and for that, she was grateful. “I swear to do my best and keep up with your intellectual explanations, so please, do be patient with me for I am very grateful for the time you are taking out of your schedule to teach me.” she bowed her head to him, and thus, with a soft huff, the Prince began explaining the to the girl about the peculiar instrument in his hands. “This is called a Violin, and this is called a Bow. As you guessed, this instrument was created in the West, from a country called “Italy”, in an unknown date from the 16th century. Although paintings from back then show the Violin had 3 strings, now, as you can see, it has four...” and so, he continued by showing her the component parts of the violin both on the instrument, and on the blueprints, only for him to, in the end, gift her the ink drawing he made of the original blueprint, as a way for her to promise to continue studying on her own too.

There were many other Royal Princes and Princesses, but many weren’t as interesting as the 3rd and 4th Prince who, quite frankly, were a force to be reckoned with. While Yin Zhi would teach her how to build a clock, or show her interesting literature, Yin Zhen would be adamant in taking her horse-riding and, surprisingly, he was rather interested in her healing knowledge, thus why, he would always acquire the rarest books from all over the world and, instead of giving them for the Physicians to learn, he would gift them to this lovely maid whose company he loved so much.

Time passed quickly, they got older, both Y/N and her father rapidly advanced in their ranks thanks to their revolutionary treatments that cured every illness, and the princes all grew into fine men - Which meant that the true Game of Thrones began for everyone in the palace, not just them.

The first to go down was the Crown Prince who, as Y/N discovered, had ricing powder put in his food. “It is quite simple, and unfortunately, incredibly deadly, even in small doses. All you need is the beans from a castor oil plant, you make them into powder and... You’ve got one of the deadliest poisons there are. My only guess is, it would have to have been someone from the Imperial Kitchens who could do such a feat because, if the powder was put on the dishes after being prepared, it would still be mildly visible, whereas if it was put in a big pot, it would get homogenized and thus, leave no visible or taste trace.” Y/N explained in front of the Emperor, standing poised and ignoring all the other many eyes staring at her. “I have heard many times of ricin, but none was ever brave enough to dare bring it into the Palace, especially after I have forbidden any dish to be made with Castor oil! For the poison to act, one administration was enough?” Emperor Kangxi asked, rage and sorrow evident on his face. “No, Your Majesty. I imagine that the culprit played it smart and only added small doses of ricin powder in His Highness’s food, but regularly. I have read the Medical Files from the Bureau of Imperial Physicians and I have noticed that His Highness was complaining of an upset stomach, difficulty in breathing, occasional coughs that turned bloody over time and spiking fevers - Again, all over a rather long period of time. If the culprit were to use a large dose of powder, the Princes wouldn’t have been able to finish all the food from the plate and, therefor, the Ricin would have been tenfold easier to detect. In this situation, however, small doses meant nobody would believe His Highness got sick because of the food, because of his healthy appetite, hence why he was treated symptomatically for unrelated, yet very possible diseases.” the Female Physician went on further with the deduction, which angered the Emperor even further. “These jackals won’t even allow my sons to eat anymore! From now on, every meal will have to be tested before any person from the Royal Family eats it. Find the culprit immediately!” the Emperor thundered, his voice echoing throughout the Hall of Mental Cultivation. “Your Majesty, if I may... Ricin cannot be detected with silver, and if it is put in hot meals, it wouldn’t be traceable anymore. There is no way to detect it. While ingesting the poison is admittedly the least toxic pathway into the human body... Even with a small dose, it starts to cause internal damage in as little as 6 hours after ingesting. In regular doses, death can occur in a maximum of 3 days, which means, to my understanding, that His Highness may have started being poisoned a week ago at most.” the girl spoke confidently, but also with a tint of reticence. “Are you trying to tell me there is no way of detecting the culprit?!” the man rose up from his throne, pointing his finger at her. “On the contrary. With the grace and cooperation of His Highness, the 4th Prince, a small pouch of herbs mixed with ricin powder was found in the pockets of one of the eunuchs helping at the Imperial Kitchens. That is to say... If the truth comes out that this eunuch was the one who put the powder in the food... We need a testimony and evidence that would point towards the mastermind behind this operation of regicide. His Highness was the Crown Prince and a mere eunuch wouldn’t be affected in any way by the future Emperor, however that may be, but someone who could benefit in having another candidate on the throne would get actively involved in working from the shadows...” she didn’t dare move her sight from the furious Eye of Heaven, no matter how much she wanted to avert her eyes and look at the Prince, begging to be taken away from there because the tension was crushing. “Yin Zhen!” calling out his son’s name, he stepped next to Y/N, bowed and knelt next to her. “The two of you did good in solving this crime. From now on, the two of you shall continue unmasking the truth of this mystery and bring justice to my son, the Crown Prince, got it? No matter who it is, I will have them punished!” the Emperor’s last command was abided by the two of them bowing to the ground and calling out their responses - “Yes, Your Majesty!”

And thus, the Hall of Mental Cultivation was cleared and the two people in cause walked away, looking at each other and letting out sighs of relief.

“Let’s not do that again.” the girl managed to mutter, putting the back of her hand to her forehead, exhausted from the trial. “You’re tired just from this? I was expecting a lot worse.” the Prince smirked at her, seeing her roll her eyes. “Yes, well, the Royal Family business isn’t for me. I’m fine just healing people and studying. It’s actually relaxing, you should try that once in a while.” she nudged him softly, only for him to stop in his tracks. “What if I tell you I want you to join the Royal Family.” he crossed his arms, looking at her with a playful expression. “I’d tell you... You’ve lost your mind... And that nobody would agree to something like this. I suppose I should remind you that... I am a commoner and you are, and I hope it doesn’t come as a shock to you, not only the Prince but... A very strong candidate at being the next Crown Prince.” she shook her head in amusement. “Father wants to promote you to Noble Lady Shuyu.” he refuted immediately. “Having ‘Noble’ in a title does not make you of noble birth. Don’t make it difficult for either of us, Yin Zhen. Not to mention, you would be doing me a great disservice by marrying me.” she explained, cautiously looking around for any prying eyes. “How is giving you a life of unlimited luxuries means I’m doing you a disservice?” he stepped closer to her, holding her hands to his chest. “I am jealous, first of all. Even if I am to be your main wife, which, by the way, is impossible, you would still need to have a huge amount of concubines because that is the life of a Duke and/or the Emperor, should you actually get the title. That doesn’t exactly sit amazingly well with me to begin with... And that also means I’m not exactly the most Virtuous, Selfless and King Empress that everyone would want the woman holding this title to be. That and... If I marry into the Royal Family, I won’t be able to continue my Physician work, and I will only have to stay inside a stupid, but nicely furnished palace, with tons of servants to do whatever the hell I want and many more other women who will be jealous of me and will plot to kill me. Ah, yes and the unfortunate case of you getting bored of me for a younger girl, when we get older, but that’s just that.” she got her hands back, and smiled at him sarcastically. “You’re an impossible woman, you know that, right? If you do, you should also know that, for you, I would give up the title of Crown Prince. If I am a duke, then it shouldn’t matter if I marry one woman alone, and whether or not she continues her hobby of healing people in a palace far away from the Forbidden City, where there would be no envious eye that would wish you harm. How does that sound.” his words were soft and gentle, and with every sweet word, he could see the girl’s defenses lowering down, bit by bit. “You would be an idiot to turn down the title you worked so hard for, especially after this perfect opportunity has just knocked on our doors. Don’t be stupid, Yin Zhen. I can still love you even if we are not legally married. Listen, we both know the 2nd Prince is the culprit, right? Him and his lousy mother of his, who wants to become the next Empress. I have a plan to take both of them down, and if we succeed, your place on the throne is automatically... But we have to be very smart about it. Very, very smart. Are you in?” she turned to look at him, as he stepped very close to her, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. “Since when have you become so scheming?” he asked, proud and amused. “Since I have a reason to win.” she winked at him, putting her hand on his face so he could lean down and hear the plot.

Months passed, and Y/N has been as busy as ever taking care of the women of the Harem since Imperial Concubine Yu was pregnant and the Empress, the late 1st Prince’s mother, protectively took her under her wing, while the sole Female Physician was to take care of her.

Thankfully, every plan was set in motion and time flew so fast, it was unexpected that 9 months already passed and the Concubine was ready to give birth already. Unfortunately for her, the Empress, along with the Empress Dowager, were away to pray for Buddha, and thus, the Noble Consort was now the most powerful woman in the Harem, and able to take decisions in place of the Empress.

As Y/N helped the Concubine give birth, to her shock, she realised the baby was very much yellow - But not only the little prince’s body, but his eyes as well. It caused a lot of shock and stir ups... But the unfortunate timing of arrival of the Noble Consort was enough to grab the baby from the midwife’s hands and toss is carelessly to the eunuchs who was digging a hole in the backyard of the Empress’s palace, to bury the infant alive, while the poor Concubine mother was frantically trying to escape the grasp of the eunuch keeping her away so she could rescue her baby.

But it was in vain, and no matter how much the mother begged, the Consort was absolutely ruthless. She was digging into the dirt, trying to rescue her child, but all of the Empress’s maids were uselessly staring, frightened and very much afraid for their lives.

Smartly, Y/N went inside the Empress’s palace and took her seal - As she ran back to the scene of the crime and yelled at the Consort to end this mess.

“The golden seal of the Empress is here! Enough of this mess! Yes, the infant has golden eyes, but the truth is, this might just be a medical problem, and we cannot know for sure if it is not investigated! Under such context, we must wait for Her Highness the Empress to make the decision! Noble Consort, I have begged you again and again to cease your actions, but I have no other way of stopping you. Seeing this golden seal is like seeing Her Highness the Empress herself, whether the 17th Prince is indeed sick, and how Noble Lady Yu should be dealt with, we must all wait for the decree of Her Highness the Empress. Any other person isn’t allowed to take any arbitrary action!” as Y/N glared angrily at the Noble Consort, showing off the Imperial Box that was hiding the Empress’s seal, the well known voice of the Eunuch announcing his Majesty’s arrival resounded through the place. “What happened?” the Emperor asked, followed by the 2nd, 3rd and 4th Princes. “Greeting His Majesty. Your Majesty, the little prince was born with golden pupils. His whole body is yellow. The Empress isn’t in the palace. I’m enforcing the palace law on her behalf. I was just about to punish the mother and child, but who knew that the servants of Changchun Palace would publicly stop me.” the Consort threw a shady look at the Physician. “Your Majesty, I dare not hinder Noble Consort in implementing the law. It’s just that Her Highness the Empress repeatedly instructed that we all must protect Noble Lady Yu. Before the Empress returns, no one is allowed to make punishments without permission. Moreover, whether the little prince is indeed sick or not, as a Physician, I must advise everyone not to make conclusions based solely on what we see. There was no time for me, or any of my colleagues to check the health of the little prince, therefor, this may all just be an unfortunate misunderstanding, not a bad omen. The action of Her Highness the Noble Consort is too hasty.” Y/N confidently explained the problem for the Emperor. “You wench, how dare you speak ill of my mother?!” the new Crown Prince, the 2nd Prince, rushed forward to slap the girl’s face angrily. “Father, there is nothing impossible in this vast world. I, who has been studying various Western practices would know that what we may consider impossible or strange, other would deem normal, and vice versa. It may just be as the Female Physician says - That the 17th Prince’s golden pupils are just because of some strange illness that, if treated, will disappear.” the 3rd Prince stuck up to the girl. “Your Majesty, my child surely has some weird illness! I beg you, Your Majesty, I beg you to immediately have him treated.” the mother’s pleas melted the Emperor’s heart. “Li Yu.” the Emperor called out his head eunuch. “Call the Imperial Medical College for a consult. And find out if Physician Y/N’s father returned from his trip abroad.” and thus, the Emperor called everyone in cause once again to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to hear the testimonies and make a decision.

Two elder doctors came inside the Palace and reported their explanations to the Emperor, while the poor, desperate mother was thrown out of the room so she could calm down and stop shrieking.

“I’ve seen a lot of babies with yellowish faces, but I’ve never seen a case where the pupils are also golden yellow.” one of them explained. “Is there no way to cure him?” Yin Zhen asked the Physicians. “This is not an illness, so there is no way to cure it. There is no such thing as a child with golden pupils in this world.” Physician Zhang answered adamant. “I know Your Majesty is unwilling to do it, but if we don’t resolve it today, if the sun rises tomorrow, the news that a Noble Lady of the Forbidden Palace has given birth to a child with golden pupils will spread to the empire as if it has wings. I fear that people will be in panic and it will be hard to handle the consequences. Hence, I hardened my heart, all for Your Majesty’s sake, for the Qing Empire. Even if everyone will blame me for it, I won’t mind. Your Majesty, why are you still hesitating?” the dead silence that followed was, as if on cue, disturbed by the baby’s cries. With a hurried smile, Y/N hurried to take the baby in her arms and kneel in front of the Emperor. “Your Majesty, look! Although the little prince is yellowish all over, his cry is very strong! Your Majesty, he is a live person and he is connected with Your Majesty by blood! How could you kill him so easily?!” Y/N spoke quickly, hoping to appeal to the Emperor’s soft heart strings. “Isn’t the Empress to kind? Indulging a mere physician to act like this? When your masters are talking, how could you interfere?!” the Noble Consort harshly reprimanded the girl. “I recognize my mistakes, however, as a Physician myself, while it is true that I do not know everything in this world, I can also say that I had my fair share of travelling, albeit, not as much as my father. The yellowing of the body may as well be jaundice, especially if we take into account the severity of the colour. In some texts that I have read, it is said that, on rare occasions, if the jaundice is severe, it may even affect the colour of the eyes. Your Majesty, I have no reason to work against anyone. My work is to heal people, which is why I am fighting so hard to save this child - Not only because he is Your Majesty’s child, but because all lives must be treasured and treated with great importance. If this child is sick and I can cure him, than I have done my purpose in life.” the girl gritted her teeth, trying to control herself. “Father, can’t you see you’ve been indulging this wench for far too long? You give a common wench a helping hand, and now look how unruly and disruptive she is! Speaking back to her superiors! Shameless!” the Crown Prince growled at the girl who was incriminating his mother. “Father, if I may - As Physician Y/N said, all of our Imperial Physicians have been working only inside the palace for so long. If a strange illness occurs, they may have no knowledge of that, perhaps even outside of the usual textbooks. If I understood correctly, Y/N father has returned to the palace just yesterday, perhaps his opinion will be of use, should this simply be a case of misdiagnosis.” the 4th Prince quickly defended her. “Nonesense! Could a distinguished Imperial Physician of the Imperial Medical College have less knowledge and experience than a common maid like you with no proper training or education?” Physician Zhang scoffed at her. “Your Majesty, although I’m well-versed in children’s illnesses, there is nothing truly impossible in this vast world. Maybe there are still a lot of strange illnesses that I’ve never had a chance to be in contact with. Many Physicians tried to get rid of the plague, but only Physician Liyue was able to do it, a common man from outside the Palace with no former education. Just because we haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist.” Physician Yang spoke modestly. “Physician Yang, are you old and muddled?! A matter that you yourself isn’t sure of, you dare report it to His Majesty?! If a problem indeed occurs, a natural calamity or a human-made disaster, can you bare the crime? No. Your Majesty, this concerns the fortune of the Qing Empire. You mustn’t be soft-hearted.” the Noble Consort quickly responded as harsh as ever.

However, just as she said that, Y/N’s father clumsily stepped inside the room and knelt next to his daughter, greeting the Emperor who, in haste, told him to check the child.

In doing so, he merely smiled and said the same diagnosis as his daughter did.

Jaundice.

“Can’t be. Not like I haven’t seen jaundice in children before.” Physician Zhang refuted immediately. “That’s because you are lacking in knowledge. Your Majesty, this jaundice, even if it’s not treated, the little prince would recover within 7 days. This illness is pathological and related to the bile of the expectant mother. It is usually connected with the pregnant mother having too much accumulation of bile.” the father explained. “Your daughter gave the same diagnosis.” the Emperor muttered. “Can it be cured?” “Your Majesty, don’t worry. If I prescribe a formula to reduce the jaundice, in less than 2 weeks, the 17th prince’s jaundice will subside.” and thus, the Emperor ordered to have the child be treated with care...And the Consort changed sides as much as her face changed instantly.

And thus, the Emperor forgave the Consort and had this matter be banned from being talked of...Until the 4th Prince spoke up.

“Father, before we leave, I had urgent news to speak to you about, and they concern the Noble Consort.” the Prince left his father’s side and stepped in front of him, next to Y/N. “Is this about your brother’s death?” the Emperor’s face became grim as soon as he saw the nod of the prince’s head. “Very well, speak.” “Su Peisheng, have the body brought in.” the Prince ordered. “Noble Consort, you are not afraid when you kill a man, so why are you afraid when you see a corpse?” the Prince asked, simply, as he took off the sheet to show off the man’s face. “Do you not recognise him? Or perhaps, your son does?” the Prince interrogated the indignant woman. “What are your implications, Yin Zhen?!” the Crown Prince stomped in front of his brother. “Your Mayesty, this is the Mongolian chef from the Imperial Kitchen. While he is also the one who cooked food for Noble Lady Yu, he is also the one who prepared the daily Mongolian treat that the 1st Prince enjoyed so much.” Yin Zhen spoke up confidently. “That’s right... Your Majesty, I have taken care of Noble Lady Yu since the beginning of her pregnancy, and pretty early on, Noble Lady Yu was gifted Mongolian scones from her hometown. She loved them so much, I imagine she ate quite a lot. She said she had no idea there was a Mongolian chef in the Palace and she was incredibly happy to see that she could eat her home food after so long. She would eat three pieces every day - At least that’s what I saw, if she ate more when I wasn’t supervising her, I cannot know.” the Physician girl explained as she stood up, tall and ready for action. “Your Majesty, I had these scones be brought here as well.” the 4th Prince spoke and a scone was given to Y/N’s father. “Do you know what they are made of?” her father asked as he took a bite. “I believe milk was added to the dough, or ghee to the skin. She also ate assorted confectionary to replace staple food.” Y/N told her father. “Yes, I understand. Your Majesty, the child contracted jaundice mostly because the mother’s body is moist and hot, so the bile gets accumulated. I usually advise pregnant women to watch their food intake and not to eat too much sweet, hot and unpleasant smelling food, to prevent damage to the spleen and stomach.” Physician Liyue explained. “Ah, I understand. I didn’t give it much thought because Mongolian women are used to eating these things, but since she’s been away from home for so long, her body adjusted to our food, so naturally, getting a large intake of food from home again made her body react as ours would.” Y/N nodded in understanding. “Very well, so we have found out the truth behind the Prince’s illness. Now, Yin Zhen, tell me about the body. Who killed him.” the Emperor urged his son to speak. “We just have to look at who wanted the 17th Prince buried alive the most and we will know. And on who benefits the most in having our 1st Prince brother killed.” Yin Zhen explained. “That man is dead, brother. On what bases are you accusing me and my mother?” the Crown Prince sneered at his younger brother. “Your Majesty, the 17th Prince was just born, he is just an innocent child. Why would anyone want him dead? Unless... Someone didn’t want him to be born safely to begin with. Carefully thinking about it, since Noble Lady Yu got pregnant, Her Highness the Noble Consort has repeatedly made things difficult for her. First, using her dog to cause her trauma at the Imperial Gardens, and then repeating the same feat at the Lychee banquet organized by Her Highness the Empress. When Noble Lady Yu gave birth, the first person to charge in Changchun Palace was also Her Highness the Noble Consort. She insisted on having the 17th Prince buried alive. To say that this matter has nothing to do with her, it’s really hard for anyone to believe that.” Y/N accused the Consort, only to be, once again, slapped by her son. “Father, this is a conspiracy, don’t listen to the lies of this servant! It is a plot made to frame me and my Royal Mother!” the Crown Prince desperately tried to defend himself. “Father, if this is a conspiracy, why then everyone else asked for a Physician to be brought and inspect the 17th Prince’s condition, while only the Noble Consort alone was so adamant in killing the child?” Yin Zhen struck again. “Not to mention, even when Noble Lady Yu went up to her to stop her, she didn’t spare her. Instead, she ordered her to be killed along with the child. If she truly had no intention to kill, why was she so hasty and resolute?” Y/N chimed in quickly. “Your Majesty, you cannot sentence myself or the Crown Prince merely just based on a corpse and some speculations! This person is dead, who knew if someone else forced him to kill himself as to frame me and my son?” the Noble Consort shrieked desperately. “Father, when I sent my men to the Imperial Kitchen, they discovered one letter written in blood and 20 taels of gold. It shows that this person had sensed that something bad would happen to him. Father, look for yourself at the evidence left behind.” and thus, the eunuch brought forth a messy letter and the Prince showed it to the Emperor -” 'The person who will silence me will surely be the Crown Prince’ - And with this, father, we found a small pouch of Ricin laying on top of it. It means that the culprits behind these two crimes that we thought unrelated are, in fact, mother and son.” the 4th prince explained, picking up the pouch as well. “Wh-What?! What is this madness? I would ever use such a stupid servant to kill my brother!” the Crown Prince yelled out, but it was in vain. “Not only that, testimonies from the Office of Punishments came out. The men from the Imperial Kitchens that were involved in either of these crimes, all ratted out their mastermind and all point out towards either Noble Consort or the 2nd Prince.” the Prince continued, and the atmosphere in the place was harder and harder to bear. “Your Majesty! Your Majesty, it really wasn’t like this! I really didn’t know! I’m being framed! Framed! Me... My son...! We’re being framed!” the Consort tried to beg, plea and weep, but nothing worked. “ENOUGH! I don’t want to hear any more explanations from you. You killed my beloved son out of greed, just for you to become the next Crown Prince. I have overlooked so many of your mistakes and evidence of a possible coup... You were already the Crown Prince, what more did you want?! Shameless, both of you! Men, take them away! Both of them shall be thrown into the Cold Palace until further notice!” the Emperor’s rage seethed fear into everyone, as they bid his order, uncaring of the two’s desperate pleas. “Yin Zhen, you did well. Although a tragic truth, I was expecting this. As the matter of a new Crown Prince has to be instilled, I will make the final Imperial Edict tomorrow... However, you must know that you are the chosen one. I only wish that you do not act as carelessly and shamelessly as your brother did.” the Emperor sighed, feeling older than ever. “Father...I...! Your Majesty, you are magnanimous, I do not know how to thank you.” the Prince kowotowed to the ground, only to hear a weak chuckle from his father. “Rise, no need for that. Physician Y/N, you and your father once again saved us with your vast knowledge and expertise. I shall grant you both the title of Noble Officials of the Third Rank and shall enjoy all the benefits and luxuries that come with it. You have served me well and I am sure you will continue to do so in the future as well. You are all dismissed.” the Emperor said as everyone bowed to greet him off. “That worked better than expected.” the Prince smirked, looking down at the stunned girl. “Am I a genius or what?” she spoke breathlessly before starting to laugh in glee. “Dear, I have no idea what silly thing you plotted while I was away, but... I have to say, you pulled quite the stunt.” her father patted her hair lovingly. “I suppose once in a while I do like to have some dangerous fun, huh? Good thing I have two Royal Helping Hands to take me out of the water should I suddenly forget to swim.” she grinned carelessly, only for her father to shake her head, smiling. “Just be careful. Although... I am sure you will be protected. I will take my leave now.” and with a small bow, the left the three alone. “Was any of that true?” the 3rd Prince eyed the two carefully. “Well... She really did want to kill the baby by burying it alive. The rest was... Induced or fabricated. But nobody has to know, right? It’s all our dirty little secret.” the girl winked at him and, taking the 4th Prince’s hand, pulled him outside. “How does it feel being a Noble Lady?” the Prince chuckled, pulling her close to his chest and smiling warmly. “None the wiser.” she snorted in amusement. “Honestly, Yin Zhen, it’s just a title. It’s not like anyone is going to care in any way. I am still going to be just a common girl with no right to stay anywhere close to you. Besides, you know as well as I do that, in the very small chance that the Emperor does accidentally impregnate a common maid and he wives her, she is still going to be treated poorly and will be bound to the Back Palace alone. You know as well as I do that nobody is allowed to enter the Back Palace so freely. I don’t want any of that.” she spoke, cautiously. “If I am going to be the Emperor, that mean the whole China is going to be mine. It doesn’t matter which woman is my Empress, as long as all the other concubines are there for political reasons. All they care about is wealth, fame and luxuries for their families, but none care for me the way you do. You saved me from drowning when you had no idea who I was, and you rejected any gift I gave you that wasn’t useful for your education. I know you don’t want to be pretentious or have me think that you love me solely for luxuries but that does not mean I should be forbidden from pampering you whenever I feel like it. Just accept it. I do not want any other woman to stay in the Empress’s throne besides me other than you. Don’t deny me that, Y/N.” he cupped her face, making her look up at him, his eyes tender and filled with love. “I can’t do it, Yin Zhen. I can’t. I can’t let you damage your image. You will be the best Emperor China’s ever had, you cannot have a common peasant woman be the Mother of the Nation. You will found a woman to genuinely love you and care for you as much as I do, and she will be worthy of you, and of noble blood... And you will forget about me, and I will no longer inconvenience you. You will be just fine without me, Yin Zhen.” her eyes gleaming, close to tears, as she spoke those painful words, but the prince had none of that. “I will have none of that modesty and selflessness of yours. Keep that to yourself. I am going to be the Emperor. The Eye of Heaven. If I cannot even choose the woman I love to be my Empress, than what’s the point in being diligent in everything else? No matter how hard working you are, at the end of the day, you need to have clarify and peace from your confidante, and for me, that is you. I will hear no more of your excuses, I will solve all of them. In fact, I know just how you can get the ultimate approval from my father, as if everything you’ve done so far over the years hasn’t been enough. In a month, the palace will hold a banquet for the Princess of Western Liang and her Diplomatic Corp. I trust you and you alone to accompany me to this. I know it’s not something you are used to, but I will prepare people to teach you the basic according skills needed. This is all you’re going to need to do, and it will impress Father without a doubt. Please, Y/N. Do it for me. Do it for us. I want to marry you and love you. I want to see you dressed in the most gorgeous Empress dress, to have you by my side at the coronation, to see you smile as I put accessories in your hair. I want to see you happy, and I want to see you by my side every day and every night. Screw the rules, the Emperor can do as he pleases in his private time.” the fire inside Yin Zhen’s heart seemed to reach the girl for she merely smiled and, with an unexpected turn of events, she threw her hands around his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss. “You better abide your own words, otherwise this Empress is going to drive her new hair pin into your jugular vein and have you assassinated in your sleep.” she muttered with a teasing smirk. “That’s the Y/N I love.” and with that, he pulled her into another, and yet another kiss, with as much fire, love and passion as the previous ones.

For the whole month, the girl, getting used to servants and new luxuries in her home, trained in all the skills Yin Zhen’s servants thought necessary, as to become a proper Noble Lady and, as he would always say, His Empress.

As she was practicing her walking on heels through the palace, her maid, Shi Lian, seemed to be in quite the mood for chatting, telling her that the Western Liang delegation came by just earlier that day and that they are carrying this beautiful, exotic precious unique hairpin. However, unexpectedly, a huge crowd started gathering all around the two and the people started pulling and pushing around aimlessly, creating a huge commotion, making her fall on the street. Thankfully, just as she was about to get crashed by an incoming carriage horse, she felt lifted up.

“Are you injured?” the sweet voice of the man who so heroically rescued her called out, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he protectively held her waist. “Thanks to you, I am. Are you my guardian angel or what? I can’t believe how perfectly you arrived to save me.” she put her hand to her chest, trying to calm down. “I had orders to greet the corp. You silly... It’s great fate that I’m here. I’ll bring you back and send for an Imperial Physician to look after you.” he spoke strictly, only for the curtains of the carriage to be harshly drawn away and a glaring woman to stick her head out of the window. “4th Prince, are you going to leave me and the envoys of Western Liang behind?” she scolded in an evil way. “...Yin Zhen, I am alright, I promise. Shi Lian is with me. You said it yourself, this banquet is important, you cannot leave. Go attend your business. I insist.” the girl looked him deep into his eyes, knowing that they always understood each other from their looks. “Fine. But I will leave a guard behind to escort you home. Take care, Y/N.” and thus, with one last look, he left, as Y/N could only smile at how caring and attentive her hero is.

The silly man, however, as expected, dotted so much on her that he called her own father to care for her.

“Miss, looks like 4th Prince really cares about you! Ah, before I forget, the Matron has a massage for you. This afternoon, the Princess of Western Liang will be visiting the Imperial Palace and you are designated as her retinue.” Shi Lian’s sweet and innocent smile quickly disappeared. “Oh... Great. I have to take care of a bitch. May the Heaven watch over me.” Y/N muttered as she leaned her head on her father’s shoulder. “I heard she is pretty aggressive. She’d bully maidens without excuses. She’s fearsome... Miss, you have to be more careful.” the maid held her master’s hands, looking worried at her. “Don’t worry, I can do it. If this is the last step towards success, not even all the torture Wu Zetian went through can stop me.” Y/N’s voice was low, dark and dangerous. She was like a fearsome lioness ready to strike and maul anyone approaching her cub.

The next afternoon, after dressing is soft and demure looking clothes, Y/N went to show the Princess around the Imperial Palace. The load of exotic jewelry would blow away anyone’s mind, but she wasn’t interested in anything except for the fine craftmanship and the great detail put into everything.

“Ah, it’s you who was saved by 4th Prince yesterday morning outside the palace! To think 4th Prince would ignore me because of a slave girl!” the Princess stared at her condescendingly. “I am but a humble Palace maid. Surely 4th Prince would pay his undivided attention to you, Princess.” the girl bowed respectfully in front of the Princess. “I’d love to see what you’ve got! I heard the Tea ceremony of the Great Qing is extraordinary. Blow away my mind!” the Princess ordered immediately.

Thanking Yin Zhen for having all his servants meticulously teach her every art needed, Y/N proceeded in preparing the Tea Ceremony in such an elegant and graceful manner that the Princess was greatly jealous.

“She’s just a slave girl! In what position is she compared with me? Somebody drive her away, I don’t like her!” however, just as she was throwing her tantrum, Yin Zhen’s eunuch came by to invite Y/N to the banquet.

With a smile on her face, she went back to her home to change in the outfit prepared by the 4th Prince himself, and at dusk, when the glowing sunset brought out Yin Zhen’s most handsome features, she saw him. Tiredness was painted on his face.

“Yin Zhen... You look exhausted. Will you be alright?” she asked softly, cautiously raising her hand to caress his face. “I will be, yes. I am merely worried about you... But seeing you like this lifted all my worries. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” saying so, he caressed her hand, kissing it. “I have to look my best when standing besides the most handsome man in the world, correct?” she winked cheekily at him, and thus, they went together inside the palace where the banquet was taking place.

There were songs, and dances, and just about anything you could expect - And there, on display, the precious hairpin of Western Liang, the jewel inlaid to it glistening mesmerisingly.

Seeing her confused look, he explained that the envoys are willing to part with the hairpin as a tribute only if they pass several tests. As it was a matter o Great Qing’s reputation, His Majesty couldn’t possibly refuse.

“Three tests and the hairpin is ours? How arrogant. No matter, I’m sure we can beat them.” the girl scoffed, standing besides Yin Zhen’s seat.

The first test, as expected, was Music. Western Liang sends out an envoy adept in music. The test is rather prompt to the palace and no one is prepared for that, so no one responds. Truly, perhaps she was a master at playing Pipa, and she was beautiful too, but that was not to say some intimidation wouldn’t work on the arrogant and prideful Western Liang.

“How do you like this song, Your Highness?” the girl asked, a proud smile on her face. “Very well. Your pipa is superbly crafted.” the Emperor spoke, making the girl frown, indignant. “You only complimented the pipa. Does that mean you don’t like the song?” the girl asked, offended. “That is an understatement. Though I am not an expert, I can tell the song you played was ingenious. However, and pardon me for being blunt, your skill is quite ordinary.” the 4th Prince commented, making Y/N bite her lip to stop herself from chuckling. “This is the Number 1 ancient tune from Western Liang. Few people in Qara-Hoja can play it. The way I play it is considered sound from Heaven.” the girl was angrily gripping her pipa. “Sound from Heaven? That’s an overstatement! I might as well tell you, a song like that, any Palace maid in the Qing Empire can play.” and thus, Y/N walked forward, holding the beautiful wine pot, as if to serve the pipa player. “Any? Any maid at all? Fine, can YOU play it?” the girl asked, volcanic-like. “No really... But the song you played... I’ve been practicing it since childhood.” and thus, Y/N sat down in place of the Western Liang pipa player and played her own tune with perfect dexterity. “If a Palace Maid can play it, why am I here?” and thus, the first win was awared to the Qing Empire.

With a modest bow, Y/N went back by Yin Zhen’s side, and to the trained eye, it was obvious the both of them were radiating with pride for one another.

The second test is about Poetry. Western Liang’s envoy is rather accomplished in literature, however, no one can defeat Yin Zhen’s outstanding talent.

“Y/N, you write for me. You have beautiful calligraphy and can write fast enough. I trust you.” and thus, the two of you sit down at a table in the middle of the banquet - Yin Zhen pours out elegant line after line, as Y/N carefully writes down the love poem that, no doubt was dedicated to her. An hour elapses and neither admits defeat. No one dares to even breathe heavily, fearing they might disturb the two poets.

Despite everyone’s concentration, the ink maid’s hand trembles just enough to pour ink all over Y/N’s paper and clothes. “What’s your problem?!” Y/N gasped from shock at being covered by the black liquid. “Pardon me, I didn’t mean it!” the maid nonchalantly says as she bows to the groud. “I saw it perfectly. That maid didn’t mean it... But the maid that writes has got such a temper!” unable to say anything, Y/N looked at the Prince who allowed her to quickly go change into another outfit, just as beautiful and chosen by him, and return. That Princess was going to be roasted pork very soon. “Careless as that maid is, this one is only too stupid. They both should be punished, or that’s unfair for 4th Prince.” the evil Princess sneered. “Western Liang is nowhere near the sea, but I have a feeling the Princess of Western Liang lives by the sea.” Yin Zhen retorted immediately. “What does that mean?” the Princess asked, confused, only for Y/N to smirk at her beloved’s silver, witty tongue. To think that this Bitchy Princess would trouble herself with a sea of trivials, despite her affections for him. “Your Highness, I am willing to make up for my mistake and write down what 4th Prince just composed, not missing a single word.” and so she did, shocking the Princess with her fantastic memory and even more, her elegant calligraphy. And thus, Yin Zhen gets easily the 2nd win.

The two then needed a break and went outside, to look at the beautiful moon and feel the chilly breeze of Spring. Y/N, without a care, leaned on Yin Zhen’s, sighing content.

“I know I’m amazing, but to think some bitchy Princess would get jealous of me... That’s something else.” Y/N muttered, clinging lazily on his sleeve. “I know she has ill-intentions towards you. That maid, my men have been tracing her. She is working for the Princess to frame you.” the Prince spoke, aggravated. “Well, good for her. She couldn’t beat us. We are the true perfect match of Heaven and Earth. Nothing can keep us apart.” Y/N scoffed at the lame princess’s intentions, making the Prince chuckle. “Fearless as always. You are incredible.” he commented, simple, but effective. “Oh, you should see yourself, my darling. Do you know what the 3rd test is about?” she asked, only to see him shake his head. “Not sure yet, no. But whatever it is, I fear the Princess would want to be the one to compete against you. She’s just that petty.” the Prince explained, only for a servant to call the two inside.

Apparently, the Princess decided that the last test would be, lo’ and behold, Dancing. It was perfect. She knew just what to do.

“I am just a maid. Never have I thought I’d have the privilege to compete against Her Highness, the Princess of Western Liang.” Y/N bowed in front of the Princess gracefully, only for the Princess to sneer arrogantly. “You don’t deserve it! However... You played a part in the two previous tests. I’d like to see if you really have what it takes, or you are just borrowing help from the 4th Prince. So? You dare not?!” the Princess raised her voice aggressively. “I do have nothing that’s worth mentioning... However, I do believe that dancing should be one of my strengths. Allow me to change into the appropriate outfit for dancing and I shall show you, Your Highness.” and thus, Y/N quickly left the banquet to change into a beautiful Tang dynasty pink outfit the flowed like water around her, highlighting her featured delicately. Her hair, she had the top part in a bun, with beautiful golden hair pins decorated with agate and pearls, and wore agate earrings as well. On her face, despite the gorgeous make up, she had a half mask, outstandingly embellished with different precious gems that would sparkle brighter than the whole Western Liang.

Y/N watched the Princess dancing first - A rather basic dance, beautiful, yet, but of no fantastic feat. Despite all this, all envoys seem to think very little the little Physician girl, and even His Majesty and his Ministers seem to show little faith in her. Understandable, she thought, considering that all her life she strayed away from luxuries and feminine arts and studies.

“Do you see? Looks like you are just a slave girl to everyone! You don’t deserve the competition against me!” the Princess laughed, taunting the girl, who merely smiled. “Then, Your Highness might want to be careful... Because losing to me... It’s really mortifying.” and thus, hearing the Prince reassuring his father that she will win without a doubt, Y/N proceeded in dancing the most beautiful dance.

Lanling Prince in Battle.

Throughout the month, she has been perfecting this dance in front of Yin Zhen, and it was his favourite. Such a tragic love story, of two lovers, their hearts and souls united in life and in death, no matter what. A love story of a woman loving a man so much that she would even march to war to bring him back. A love story of a man so tormented by his wife’s death that he goes insane and destroys everything in his path.

The half mask, symbolizing the beautiful features of the man, and the beautiful face of the woman, a dance that symbolizes their feelings, their love, themselves, the fate, their life - A single dance, a single person, symbolizing two soulmates.

It was the perfect dance, and it was to no wonder that this was their favourite dance... To dance together. Although it was a dance for one person alone, Yin Zhen could never resist embracing her and dancing with her. He couldn’t resist touching her and holding her up in his graces as if she was a Goddess.

It took every ounce of strength the Prince had not to join her in the dance, but as she finished, everyone was so in awe that they forgot to breathe, only to then burst into cheerful and loud applause.

“I... Lost? No... No way... How...?” the Princess was shocked as if by lightning. Absolutely horrified that a slave girl was infinitely better than her. “Do tell me how the Prince helped me here.” Y/N smirked condescendingly at the Princess who started growling. “Y-You...! How dare you?! A stupid slave girl, speaking back to me?! You deserve to be punished!” the Princess started wagging her finger accusatory at her. “Like you wanted to punish the maid who deliberately threw ink on the poem paper, realizing that Western Liang cannot, in this world, beat the Prince’s genius? Is this what Western Liang has to do to win? Cheat and frame? How ridiculous and disappointing.” Y/N shrugged simply, walking by the 4th Prince’s side. “Your Majesty! She wants me to call white black and even sow discord between the two nations! Justice be served, Your Majesty!” the maid shrieked, pointing at Y/N, as the girl sighed, taking off the mask. “I’m the bad guy now, huh?” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “I got my people, and you don’t have the right to an opinion here. You are from Western Liang.” the Prince, having made a secret investigation earlier, seemed to have enough evidence to get those two into trouble, but now enough to actually create a war. “As virtue rises one foot, vice rises ten. Prince, you are incredible. The maid was going to make you trip. If you had, no matter how beautiful you danced, there was no way you would have won. Still, you were as beautiful as ever. Congratulations, you are the reason behind Qing’s wins. I told you I know why I have faith in you completely.” he praised as he poured her a cup of wine, making her seat next to him and celebrate their win, as the Princess is taken out of the palace to receive punishment when she returns home.

And thus, Western Liang not only lose all 3 tests, but they are also completely humiliated by their Princess’s cheating, and present the hairpin, shamefully.

“Son, you earned this hairpin, I will confer it upon you!” the Emperor handed the hairpin to his son, who bowed his head as a thanks. “I thank you, Royal Father. However, may I ask for another grace? To give it to someone else?” he asked, as the Emperor laughed. “Now that I’ve given it to you, it’s totally up to you.” and thus, as Yin Zhen opens the delicately embellished box, he takes out the hair pin, walking in front of Y/N. “Come here. I promised I will be the one to put accessories in your hair. You earned this, my love.” he said as he put his hand on her waist, kissing her forehead. “U-Uh... Yin Zhen... Everyone is looking at us.” Y/N muttered bashfully, unable to look at him. “Good. I want them to know that you are my wife, and my future Empress, and that if anyone even dares to think of laying a finger on you, they are going to be brutally disposed of.” he smiled sweetly, lifting her chin up with his finger. “Very bold, doing that in front of even your Father. Very good. What a wonderful husband I have.” she chuckled lightly as she was guided outside, to watch the fireworks show. “I already told him I want to marry you. Wasn’t much he could say after today’s wonderful wins. I have to say, you are really good at making people do what you want.” Yin Zhen chuckled lightly, bringing the girl to his chest. “You know what I think? That you talk too much and that you should kiss your wife more often. How’s that sound, My Darling Emperor?” Y/N smirked like a vixen. “I love the sound of that... My Little Physician Empress.”

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Happy Birthday, Love - A Louis Partridge Imagine

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you all know that this was written at the time of Louis’ birthday but I never got the time to finish it because of school, but here ya go! Better late than never :)

sum: come along as you’re louis’ girl giving him the sweetest birthday ever

contains: cute fluffy louis. definitely gemini louis!! (we all know geminis are something else. so, you’ll definitely see how quick his mood changes lol. have fun!)

word count: 15,091

this imagine will take you along Louis’ day with his family. so it’s not just going to be y/n and louis content. So just know to expect more than that! this imagine is written as Louis’ day, which will include his family, so it won’t just be filled with just fluffy y/n and louis content. but it still contains a great amount of it!

Enjoy :)

y/n’s pov:

It was a couple of minutes before midnight, marking a whole new day.

A special and wonderful day.

I have managed to climb up to Louis’s balcony from the ladder he leaves outside at all times. Which leads up to his room on the second floor, for me to sneak into.

I giggle at the thought of him wanting to have a Dawson’s Creek moment between us. He says “if Joey can climb up to Dawson’s room, then you can climb up to mine.”

I have managed to make it up safely and most importantly quietly so that Louis doesn’t catch onto the little sweet surprise I have up my sleeve.

I smile in excitement, waiting for the minutes to pass by. Which might I add are seeming to be the longest minutes of all time!

I stand against the hard exterior wall of the Partridge household, next to the sliding door which leads into Louis’s room.

My eyes are glued to the lockscreen on my phone that is portraying the time.

June 2nd, 2021; 11:57 pm

Three more minutes!

I smile dumbly as I catch a view of my lockscreen, as I was previously looking at the time. The screen captures a funny looking photo of Louis and I. We both had the most ridiculous faces on planet Earth, but even if it was ridiculous and funny looking, the photo was everything I loved about us and him.

A couple of butterflies sparked up in my stomach. I was madly and deeply in love with Louis Partridge.

11:59

I was getting giddier and nervoud by the second.

I just wanted to jump in there and tackle him into a hug.

I started fidgeting with my fingers and I couldn’t stop my smile from getting wider and wider.

I looked down at my phone again but nope it was still eleven fifty-nine.

I just wanted to go in there and hug the hell out of him.

At last, it was 12:00am, marking it June 3rd.

I loudly and recklessly slid his balcony door open and jumped into his room.

He was laying in bed, phone in hand. His eyes jerked up at the sudden loud sound and the image of the human who is his girlfriend jumping into his room. He sighs in relief holding his chest and starts smiling uncontrollably.

“HAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAYYYY!!” I shouted at him with pure happiness and delight.

“Oh god!” He says with a wide smile, hands up against his face. “I did not expect that! You’re insane!” He giggled.

I smile a toothy smile and sprint up to his bed, jumping on top of it, landing on both him and his fluffy bed.

He lets out a loud laugh and immediately puts his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him.

I start playfully singing.

“happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday to my amazing, beautiful boyfriend whose name is Louis Partridge.”

His eyes fixated on his funny girlfriend. He lets out a loud laugh, head falling back, and all, as he hears the little twist of words she concocts to his happy birthday song.

Her voice changes as she’s now looking at him like he’s the only person in the world.

“happy birthday to you,” I whisper softly, ending it for only us to hear, intimately.

He smiles sweetly. He’s grateful for this gesture. He didn’t care for anything big or scandalous. He was happy that this is what he got. His foolish girl was in his arms at the very second of his special day.

“I loved that!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I smile a goofy smile as both of our faces are inches apart and eyes interlocked.

I smash my lips against him and within a few seconds, the kiss ceased from our two smiles against each other. We couldn’t help but let out laughs. We were both very happy.

I move away from him and he frowns.

“Welllll now I gotta goooo,” I say, keeping a straight face and voice. I hop out of his bed.

I caught a glimpse of his face as I was hopping his body on my way out of his bed and he was confused as ever.

“I know your parents are sleeping and I wouldn’t want to be here without them knowing,” I say looking at him with a frown as I was standing on the outskirts of his bed. He now is in the process of sitting up trying to figure out why I’m leaving. I turn around and smirk as I pretend to start heading out towards the door I entered.

I can sense his smirk and eye roll and right before I had a chance to go he grabs my wrist.

“Get your arse back over here!” He says with a widespread smile as he rolls his eyes in annoyance, knowing I had been joking all along.

He yanks me back onto his bed, close to his arms.

“Nice try.” He says as he holds me in a tight grip, as I'm now beneath him.

Our playfulness was out the door now.

His eyes had a different look in them. He was on top of me and I was laying underneath him. He held power and dominance over me, especially since he’s now feeling himself on the early morning of his birthday.

I let out a tiny laugh.

“C’mere,” I say, pulling him from his shirt down to me. He smashed his lips against mine. Within the kiss, we got comfortable under the covers. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, getting him in closer proximity to me. His hands on my thighs, I could feel him moving them both a little open to get himself comfortable and adjusted in between my legs.

Our lips, wet and full of temptation. Hungry for one another. Louis lowered his body closer to mine, our exposed warm skin touching. I pulled him closer by the neck, wanting him even more, our lips crashing deeper into one another.

I pulled away, our lips sticking to one another as I let go, causing them to make a squishing kissing sound effect.

Louis and I’s pants of air were the only things heard in the now dark room.

Louis without a second passing by, intertwined our lips again, spreading and finding comfort in the open of my legs.

I huffed in the kiss letting go of our lips.

He looks into my eyes in confusion, wanting more, and oh how much I wanted to give him more.

“I love you and I love this but we gotta get some sleep. Remember we have breakfast early in the morning with your parents and sisters,” I say with a serious tone.

He groans and even in the dark, I can see his childish behavior as he rolls his eyes.

He lowers his body onto me squishing mine as his face lowers in.

He looks deep into my eyes with pleading ones.

“Please.” He whimpers.

I frown knowing I wanted to just make it the best night for him but I knew that if we continued to further this, it’d take a long while. It’d be nearing dawn and we wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep.

He realized I was in thought.

“Please.” He whimpers as his face starts nearing my lower neck. He plants some light kisses leading up towards the midst of my neck.

“Please, my love. I’m begging you.” He says as the kisses prominently get more stimulating. I had to stop him before they got too unbearable for me to stop him from continuing.

“Louis.” I slip out in content, trying hard not to let in.

He could tell I wanted to and he used that against me, knowing I didn’t want to resist.

“Please.” He begged in between the fulfilling neck kisses. He knew I couldn’t resist his whimpers and his imploring voice full of want.

And it was all up to me, but I couldn’t. I wanted to sooo bad but if we did within a few hours his parents and sisters would come bustling in this door to find us all sweaty and exhausted full of bliss.

“We can’t Louis,” I say quietly, sadness tracing along with my words.

He sighs. “I know.”

He pecks my nose as he’s still on top of me and gets off of me, laying beside me.

“I’m sorry,” I say sadly.

“Don’t be sorry.” He whispers pulling me in. “I know you wanted to. But you know what?” He pauses, looking over at me. “I know you mean well. Because any other girl would choose to instead of caring about my family’s breakfast and I love you for that. I really do.” He says softly and plants a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks, Louis,” I say just as soft and turn over to face him, cuddling him. “I love you.”

He places his hand on the side of my face that wasn’t placed on the pillow, caressing it. He leans in and I feel his plump lips on mine.

“I love you too.” He says as I feel his voice against my lips vibrating.

“Come on!” He says taking me along with him as he lays on his back, leaving me slightly on top of him.

I wrap my leg around him and reach out for his free hand that isn’t placed on my back. He instantly grabs it and holds it firmly. My head was on his chest.

“Happy Birthday Louis,” I say as I close my eyes.

“Thanks my love,” He says and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad I get to spend the start of my birthday with you. So thank you for barging in here,” He says with a smile, ending with a chuckle.

“Anytime,” I say with a laugh.

We both fall asleep in each other's arms.

Morning was emerging and Louis’s parents and sisters were already awake ready to walk into Louis' room to congratulate him on his eighteenth birthday.

“Shh!” Louis’s mother and father say shushing their two daughters who were laughing a bit too loudly. They were quite excited to finally have a good excuse to wake Louis up, without him getting annoyed at them.

Issie and Millie look at their parents with open mouths and shock in their eyes, ultimately speechless at their mother shushing them.

“You’re going to wake him,” Their mother whispered, scolding them.

The girls responded with another row of laughter as they were nearing his room. They just couldn’t help it. They couldn’t keep quiet.

Their father couldn’t help but smile at their foolishness.

“Okay. We’ll stop now,” Issie says, taking a deep breath, trying to stop their laughter.

Millie was trying to hold in her laughter, trying not to ruin their parent’s way of waking up their only son on his special day.

The four made it outside of Louis’ closed door. Liz enclosed the doorknob ready to open up the door.

“Ready?” James questioned the three females.

They all nod and all whisper ‘yes's’.

Liz turns the doorknob and slowly opens her son’s door.

The girls rush in quietly and the four see the boy before him peacefully sleeping with the girl of his dreams resting on his chest.

“Aww. I don’t know if I should feel disgusted or not,” Issie jokes.

“They look so adorable!” Millie says in awe.

“Our boy isn’t much of a boy anymore,” James comments to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his chest.

“I know,” She whispers, shedding a few tears.

Issie and Millie give each other a look of ‘are you being serious’

“So are we waking him up or not?” Millie asks impatiently.

“You’re really looking forward to it. Aren't you?” Their father chuckles.

“Of course!” Issie says with a smirk.

“Okay. Let’s go,” Liz remarks with a smile

Issie immediately grabs a spare pillow and wacks it right onto Louis’ face making sure not to hit Y/N. Their mom gasps and their father laughs.

‘WAKE UP LOSER!” Issie yells smacking the pillow right at him, again.

Millie doesn’t even give it a second after Issie’s yell as she was already jumping on Louis’ bed.

After feeling the first hit Louis awakens from his peaceful slumber, feeling happy as ever from the last couple of hours. But now feeling displeased from the way he’s being awoken.

He feels y/n on top of him. He mentally rolls his eyes as he’s being interrupted from sleeping with his girlfriend.

He opens his eyes on the second hit, feeling Millie jumping on his bed obnoxiously. Oh, but she was doing it on purpose to annoy her older brother.

“The only bad thing about waking you up is waking y/n up,” Issie says, smacking the pillow on the now wide awake Louis.

He unwraps his arms from y/n quick enough to catch the pillow from hitting him again.

Y/N hears and feels the commotion and realizes what’s going on. She immediately starts laughing as she opens her eyes.

y/n’s pov:

I immediately open my eyes and feel Millie jumping on the bed. I, without a doubt, joined Millie, leaving Louis laying down in bed.

Millie giggles as she sees me jumping alongside her. We both give each other our hands and intertwine our fingers as we proceed to jump around with our hands laced with one another's.

“Wake up Louis!” I say looking down at him with a smile.

“I’m awake,” He says in a lighthearted grumpy voice.

“Come on! Stop being a party pooper!” I say bending down to grab a pillow and hitting him with it.

“Oh, you want to play it like that?” Louis says, eyeing me with a smirk.

He instantly stands from his seated position on his bed and tackles both Millie and I onto the bed. Millie and I both groan in pain, as we lay straight on his bed without a movement.

“Don’t think I forgot about you!” Louis says, turning his attention to Issie. He hops out of his bed, grabbing the pillow I previously had, and smacks her. She gets caught off guard and Louis grabs her and pushes her onto the bed, on top of Millie and I. Both of us, still trying to recuperate.

I let out laughs and so does Millie and Issie.

“Mornin dad. Mornin mom. Shall we head off to breakfast without them?” Louis says, giving them quick hugs and playfully walking out of his room.

“That was not what I expected at all,” Issie groans as she holds her stomach.

“Yeah… mom wanted to sing happy birthday like the happy peaceful family we are,” James trails, as both Liz and him are standing beside the door, with laughs.

“You can say that again,” Millie says with a straight face and monotone voice.

“Yeah. Sorry about that mum,” Issie says as she sits up.

“We can still sing if that helps?” Millie says with a hopeful shrug.

Louis turns to his mom and sees her somewhat disappointed face after her plans didn’t go her way.

“Alright. Alright. Come on!” Louis says, trying to complete his mother’s wishes. His arm over her shoulders.

James catches on and proceeds to count. “1… 2… 3…”

We all sing.

“Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday dear Louisss. Happy Birthday to you!” We all sang as Louis stood beside his mum and the three of us sat on his bed. James beside their mom.

We all stood up from his bed to congratulate him.

Louis towered over his mother and they both tightly hugged. They stood there for a while and they swayed side to side.

I melted inside at the sight of the two.

“Come here!” Louis’s dad says brightly with a proud smile opening up his arms. Louis forms a huge smile on his face and goes into a bear hug with his father.

James pats Louis back proudly and firmly in their hug.

I observed with a smile as Louis was in bare arms with his parents. It was adorable and loving.

He lets go of his dad and turns to the three of us.

He smiles and pulls his youngest sister into a hug. He looks huge compared to her. I laugh as Millie’s giggles escape her lips.

Millie's contagious laughter got Louis laughing as well.

Issie walks towards Louis and they both hug tightly.

As they hug I go and greet his parents, formally.

“Morning guys!” I say as I walk over to them.

“Morning y/n!” They both greet, each with huge grins.

I go in to hug Liz and she opens her arms widely.

I smile and blush at her kindness.

I go and wrap my arms around her as does she.

She pulls me in tightly.

“Thank you for joining us,” She says into the hug.

“Of course!” I enthuse and pull away to converse with her.

She grins.

“You’re such a wonderful girl honey! I’m glad Louis found someone like you! You truly make him happy,” She exclaims, and out of excitement she pulls me into another hug. I chuckle.

“Aww! Thank you, Liz! You’re such a wonderful mum. Thank you for raising an amazing boy,” I say. “Both of you!” I say and look over to James with a smile.

He smiles a toothy smile and takes me into a hug.

I chuckle.

“Thanks, honey!” James says into our hug.

I smile at him and nod.

“You both are great parents! You should be proud. You have amazing children!” I say to them and pull away from my hug with James.

I then feel two arms wrap around me from behind. I smile and blush feeling him close behind. He nuzzles his head into my neck.

“Don’t worry guys. I know you both adore and love her so much. I’ll be making her your third daughter soon,” Louis cheekily says to his parents as he smashes his lips onto my cheek.

“Louis!” I blush and turn my head slightly to look at him.

He smiles cheekily and looks over to her parents.

“Watch it,” Liz playfully warns with a brow raised.

Louis chuckles.

“Not any time soon, I hope!” She sighs, not wanting her kids to grow.

I giggle.

“Don’t listen to him!” I say with a playful eyeroll.

“Knock some sense into him, dear,” She says with a laugh. “You’re only eighteen.” She says eyeing Louis.

“Well… As of the law, I don’t need your consent to marry. Not anymore,” He jokingly says to his mother.

James laughs.

“We raised a witty boy. Didn’t we?” He says looking over to his wife. “Oh and son we know you love the girl but don’t marry yet. Makes me feel old,” He half jokes.

“Oh yeah! If we encouraged him one bit! He’d be down on one knee,” Issie teased.

“What! I kinda want a baby running around the house,” Millie says with pouty eyes.

“Don't encourage him!” Issie exclaims looking over at Millie.

“Well now that I think of it-” Louis begins to say.

“NO!” Liz, James, and I yell.

Louis stands behind me, arms wrapped around me, dumbfounded with his mouth open.

“I’m only joking…” He trails. “Kind of?” He says with a laugh.

“Okay! On that note, let's start getting ready for breakfast. Please!” Liz pleads as they start heading out of the room.

I laugh.

“I agree!” I say as I try to walk off but get enclosed by Louis tightening grip around my waist. His parents, now gone.

“Nooo!” He whispers into my ear with a pout.

I blush and look down feeling the butterflies.

“You’re so clingy!” Millie says in disgust as she watches Louis and I, catching what Louis has done.

“Let the poor girl go!” Issie says.

“She likes it,” Louis says as he smirks, looking down at me. And oh he’s right. I do like it.

Millie gives Louis an “mhmm sure’ look.

“Whatever you say, Louis,” Issie remarks in doubt.

I let out a laugh.

“Come on Louis. We have to get ready,” I say, trying to free myself from his grip. He loosens his arms and I manage myself out.

But I did miss his arms wrapped around me closely, his body pressed against me from behind, and his head propped on my shoulder as he lowers himself down to my height. The way I feel his arms against my skin and feel his soft hair brush against my face and neck. His occasional sweet and cute kisses he leaves on my cheeks and neck. My stomach erupts with butterflies by just thinking of it.

“Come on y/n. Let’s go,” Millie says, grabbing my bag that has my outfit and necessities to get ready.

I nod and without saying goodbye or looking back I start walking out with Millie and Issie.

Louis is left baffled.

“What?” Louis says right as we reach the door frame to head out. His ‘what’ sounding like a ‘wot’.

I turn around and so do they.

“Imma go get ready with Millie and Iss,” I say like it’s nothing.

Every time I’m over at the Partridges and we’re heading off somewhere, I always get ready with Millie and Issie.

“But… it’s my birthday,” He frowns.

My heart falls at his adorableness.

Millie didn’t quite see it as adorable though.

“Louis! Y/N, Issie, and I always get ready together. You know this already!” Millie sassily says.

“Yeah, it's quite practically tradition at this point,” Issie butts in.

“That’s precisely my point! It happens alllll the time! I would like my girlfriend to get ready. Here! With me! On my birthday!” Louis irritably says to his sisters.

“You’re so annoying!” Millie furiously says, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever! You can leave now,” Louis says and walks over and grabs the door, waiting for them to leave.

Issie sighs and rolls her eyes going out the door.

I frown.

“Bye,” I say.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday!” Millie says and walks out the door as she hands me my bag.

I grab it and peep my head out the door before Louis shuts it.

“If you need me I’m right here!” I shout into the hallway so that they hear me from their rooms.

Louis peeps his head out.

“No, she’s not!” He yells loudly.

I push him and he laughs.

“I’ll make it up to you guys! I’ll sit with you both on the way to breakfast!” I say to them.

“Yeah! She won’t be doing that either!” Louis yells right after me.

“Louis!” I say looking over at him as I laugh.

“What?!” He says like it's nothing.

He pulls me into the room and slams the door shut, locking it.

He immediately goes in and wraps his arms around my back and lowers his face into mine, pulling me in as close as he possibly can.

“Are you glad you got your way?” I say with a cheeky smile, looking up at him.

“Yes. Very!” He says looking deep into my eyes, with a huge proud grin.

After a few seconds of him looking into my eyes, he leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet. He tilts his head sideways, deepening the kiss. I tippytoe up to him and he pulls me in by the waist, closening all the space between us. One of my arms is around his neck and my other is roaming up to his messy hair.

I run my fingers through his soft locks and take in his luscious lips. The way they worked against mine drove me crazy. They worked perfectly with each other, lips perfectly in sync. I could never let go of his lips.

Louis groans into the kiss, driving me insane. He squeezes me and I could literally just melt in his embrace.

“This is the best birthday ever,” He says in between the kiss and I let out a giggle right as he goes to interlace our lips again.

I pull away. “And why is that?” I say now looking into his brown eyes.

“Hmm,” He says with a smile. “Because I’ve been fortunate enough to kiss you countless times these past few hours.” He says as he looks down into my eyes.

I smile and blush.

“Well! I’m glad I could help,” I say with a huge smile and tippytoe to peck his lips.

“Oh, you’ve done more than just help! You’re literally the reason why I woke up with a smile this morning and the smile I have on right now. You’re the one that went out of your way to be here on the exact second of my birthday and it’s the most adorable thing ever y/n!” Louis generously says with a smile. His eyes roam every inch of her face, taking in her beauty. He can’t believe she’s his.

“Aww, Louis!” I say with puppy dog eyes. “You’re gonna make me all emotional!” I say as I pull him into a hug. I place my head on the lower shoulder area of his chest, resting my face on him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. You always manage to say all the right words that make me feel all special and gushy. You’re amazing Louis and I love you for it! You’re the best person in the world!” I say as I pull my head up and face him, telling him every word.

He looks at me with a pout, lips propped out, and eyes filled with adoration as he looks down at me.

“You’re incredible Louis. You’re a spectacular person. You deserve everything you have and more! You’re caring and sweet. Your laugh is literally the cutest thing ever! The way your head falls back when you laugh, it's the best sight. You’re literally adorable in every way! You’re so passionate about your hobbies and you always give everything your all. You have no idea how incredibly proud and amazed I am by you. You’re ambitious and driven. Like, you’re just fucking amazing Louis. You have no idea! I could go on and on about how incredible and great you are!” I say pouring out my heart to him.

He just keeps his eyes on mine. All he does is smile down at me.

He pulls me in and places his chin on the top of my shoulder. I smile to myself and lay my head on his chest.

“Thank you,” He whispers into my shoulder. “You have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiles into my shoulder now laying his head on me.

I know my words meant a lot to me. He always takes it all in and stays silent as he holds me close. I could tell he was thankful and happy for the way I felt towards him and the way I spoke so highly of him. His silence says it all and the way he’s holding onto me for dear life.

I smile into the hug and tighten my arms around him, knowing he’ll smile.

“Now, come on. I’ll tell you more about how amazing you are later. As of right now, we have to get ready for breakfast,” I say slowly pulling apart from him.

He chuckles and nods.

I know we both wanted to stay in each other’s arms but we had to get ready.

“Alright,” He smiles and heads to his closet.

I walk over to my bag full of necessities I brought the night before to ready myself. I go to grab my toothbrush and head towards Louis’ bathroom.

As I walked towards the restroom I could feel Louis stare at me from his closet.

“Are you drooling?” I say with a playful smirk.

“What?” He says getting caught off guard. “Oh. Yeah!” He says catching on to what I meant. “Definitely!” He smirks.

I laugh and roll my eyes as I make it to the restroom. I put paste on my toothbrush and look into the room.

“Might wanna unlock your room. Don’t want them trying to come into the room and them thinking we’re up to something,” I say with a chuckle.

“Right!” He says with remembrance. I continue to brush my teeth as Louis goes to unlock his bedroom door.

As I’m finished brushing my teeth I grab my makeup bag and I go and sit on Louis' bed. I grab my little mirror and put on some moisturizer as I get comfy on his bed.

Louis is now in the restroom styling his hair.

“Lord Tewkesbury or Sid?” Louis asks regarding his hair.

“Whichever one you’d like my love,” I say with a smile as my heart skips a beat.

He nods and goes on with doing his hair.

I start putting on some foundation and blending it into my skin.

He finishes doing his hair and jumps onto the bed with me, laying his head on my lap.

I giggle.

“You’re such a baby!” I gush looking down at him.

“Oh hush! I’m just glad you’re here with me. Getting ready,” He whispers as he cuddles his head onto my lap.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to play with your hair or baby you cause I’m doing my makeup,” I chuckle looking down at him.

He sighs loudly.

“You know, you can just not do your makeup! You don’t need it anyways!” He says grabbing the mirror and proceeding to take it from my hands.

“Louis!” I gasp, trying to reach for it.

He lets out a loud laugh.

I frown and he continues to laugh.

“You’re mean!” I say with a sad face.

He chuckles.

“It’s fine. I don’t need a mirror to blend in my concealer,” I say with a shrug.

“Mhm. Sure.” He says holding on sacredly to the mirror.

I continue to blend in the concealer under my eyes without speaking to Louis. He continues to lay himself on my lap, not taking his eyes off me with a smirk.

Once I’m done with my base, Louis is laying straight up looking up at the wall.

I lower my face down to him and frown.

His eyes turn to me and he smiles knowing what I’m about to say.

“Okay for this part I really need the mirror. Please!” I plead as I give him my puppy dog eyes.

He shakes his head and I frown.

“Please,” I beg.

“Look who’s acting like a baby now!” He smirks.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Come on Louis!” I say and reach over to grab the mirror.

“Okay fine!” He groans and hands it to me.

I’m taken aback by how easy that was and he notices. He now has a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

I furrow my eyebrows but choose to ignore it. I angle the mirror up to my face and start filling in my eyebrows. Then suddenly I feel Louis sitting on me, face on my chest. His legs are crisscrossed as he sits on my lap and puts his whole body weight on me as I’m trying to do my brows.

“Louis!” I yell at him as I couldn’t help but laugh.

He chuckles and replies with “What?”

“Oh my god!” I say as I place the mirror and eyebrow brush and pomade down.

He laughs knowing that would get my attention.

“You’re such a kid,” I say with a laugh as I kiss his head, which is below my face, laying on my chest. He’s so huge as he sits on me, his whole body leaning on me. His face and whole upper body against mine.

“This is how it feels when you come and sit on me, wrapping your legs around my waist when I’m sitting,” He says into my chest.

I chuckle.

“Well, it’s cute when I do it,” I tease.

He playfully gasps.

“See look when I do it at least I make it comfortable for the both of us. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. While you, just sit on my lap,” I laugh. “You’re not even hugging me or placing your legs anywhere comfy,” I say.

“Well seeee. I would buttt you’re doing your makeup so I can’t really get comfy or else you won’t be able to get it done cause I’d be in your way,” He says looking up at me. “I’m like wayyy bigger than you, so I’d be in your way of you doing your brows.” He says emphasizing on brows. “Anddd you’d make me get off of you so that’s why I’m doing the bare minimum!” He defends and mocks.

I laugh.

“Right ‘bare minimum’ when you’re literally sitting on me,” I say with a chuckle.

He lets out a laugh.

“Wellll when you put it like that…” He trails with a bright smile. “Alright I’ll get off of you now,” He says, going up to kiss my cheek.

“Okay! But only if we do this later when I’m not trying to do something,” I chuckle.

“Deal!” Louis says with a chuckle.

He gets off me and lays beside me slightly placing his head on my thigh. He trails his finger up and down my thigh in boredom. I let out a shiver and he looks up at me and smirks.

I smile and roll my eyes.

He looks back down and continues with his antics.

I finish off my brows and start to add concealer onto them to fix them up and complete them.

As I do, Louis continues to trace his fingers along my skin causing me goosebumps.

I could hear Louis giggle from below.

I shake my head and smile.

After a few minutes, I grab some blush and highlighter.

“Okay, I know you’re bored! So if you’d like you can add these onto my cheeks.” I trail on. “BUT, carefully!” I warn as his eyes widen.

He sits down immediately onto the bed and grabs the blush.

“Okay so be careful with the blush because it’s really pigmented,” I warn.

He makes a face of confusion.

“Okayy.. I think I know what that means,” He says, patting the brush onto the blush.

My eyes trail to his facial expression and his eyebrows and face seem really tense. I smile as I see that he really is taking this seriously.

“Okay..” He trails as he carefully swifts the brush on my cheekbones.

“Go on!” I assure and he nods.

He continues on with the highlighter and really seems to be concentrating on it.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Why are you smiling?” He questions.

I open my eyes and they immediately meet his worried ones.

“Nothing. It’s just you really seem focused. It's cute,” I smile and peck his lips.

He smiles and grins. His white teeth showing. It was adorable. He looked adorable. Damn, I really am lucky to have Louis.

“Okay, now I just gotta curl my lashes and put on mascara,” I explain. He nods. “And then once I’m done you can spray on my setting spray,”

“That sounds exciting!” He exclaims and I let out a laugh.

I curl with my lashes and proceed to put on a couple of coats of mascara. Once they’re where I want them to be I get Louis to go on with the final step.

He was already ready at hand, with the setting spray.

I chuckle and nod, giving him the cue to spray away.

I close my eyes and he clicks away. I instantly feel the wet sprays, which come to a stop once Louis is finished.

“Finally!” He sighs and lays down cuddling into me.

I chuckle.

“Louis, I still have to do my hair,” I say with a laugh.

He looks at me and lets out a loud groan.

“I’m sorry,” I say and get off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

“I’m just going to quickly curl my tips,” I say brushing my hair.

“Okayyy.” He says with a sigh as he finds a comfortable position on his empty bed.

I giggle and start to curl the ends of my hair.

Once I’m halfway through my hair I call out to Louis.

“Babe. You might want to start getting dressed. I’m almost done with my hair, so if you want some spare time for me to baby you, finish getting ready!” I say as he shifts in his bed.

“Okay!” He says getting off of his bed and going to grab his clothing for the day.

I go back to doing my hair and from the corner of my eye, I see him taking off his shirt.

I smirk but continue to do my hair anyways.

I hear his hums from the restroom as I finish curling the last end. I grab my outfit from the bag and start undressing.

Louis’ eyes make it to his girlfriend and sees that she's taking off her bottoms. He doesn’t know whether to continue his gaze or look away.

Eventually, he goes back to getting changed himself.

I look over at Louis and see that he’s only in his briefs.

I smile at how alluring and good looking he is.

“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out.

His eyes widen as they meet mine. He then chuckles.

His eyes meet my exposed shoulders as I’m only in a bra as I’m trying to get the straps on.

He smirks.

“And you’re so beautiful!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I smile and blow him a kiss.

As I’m finished putting my dress on, I head into his room and go in to hug him from behind. He has some khaki pants on, a nice dress shirt, a small gold chain, and sneakers.

He looks impeccable.

“Wow. You look amazing Louis!” I say and wrap my arms around him from behind.

I can see his smile from the mirror in front of him and he instantly turns over to me.

He picks me up slightly and kisses my lips.

I giggle and pull away.

“You’re adorable,” I mention and look at him in awe.

“No. You’re adorable!” He chimes.

I smile and kiss his lips right before pulling away.

He chuckles and puts me down.

“Now, you’re the one that looks amazing!” He says as his eyes trail down to me.

I blush and smack his chest playfully in response.

“Ow.” He winces.

I giggle and go in to peck his lips once more.

“You truly look amazing!” He says, not letting his eyes off of me.

I giggle and thank him.

I had on a casual floral dress. It wasn’t over the top but it wasn’t simple either.

“Thanks, bub,” I say cheekily with a wide smile.

Louis chuckles and bends down to peck my lips.

I giggle and straighten out his dress shirt.

“Should I wear a crew neck over the button up?” Louis asks as he looks down upon himself.

I think for a bit.

“I think you’d look good both with and without it. But take it just in case it gets chilly.” I advise.

Louis nods and goes to grab a charcoal brown crewneck.

“Perfect,” I say with a smile as I grab onto his arm.

He looks down at me and grins.

We both head over and lay on his bed.

He chuckles.

I roll my eyes, knowing he’s excited cause I can finally give him my attention.

He lays his head on my shoulder.

“Come here, birthday boy,” I say and motion for him to lay on my lap.

He does so and lays his head on me.

I go in to play with his hair, which I love.

“God, I love it when you do that!” He sighs as he closes his eyes, his head against my lap.

I chuckle and continue to roam my fingers through his hair, gently tracing my fingers through his scalp.

He rubs his head into my lap, as he cuddles deeper into me.

I smile knowing he’s enjoying my touch.

He looked adorable as his eyes were closed in bliss.

I lowered my head down to his lips and he puckered up his lips to connect the two. I smiled before proceeding to give into his lips. I grabbed onto the side of his face with the palm of my hand as I gently massaged it, as our lips created their own magic.

We were so into our own little world that we didn’t even realize that Issie and Millie had just entered the room.

“Aww! Look at you two, all dolled up, and sucking each other's faces off. Nice scene to walk into huh Iss?” Millie’s voice echoed through the room.

My eyes widened and Louis and I both broke off the kiss.

“Oh yeah! Definitely, Mills, especially since our brother is the submissive one in this case,” Issie says.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my laughter.

Louis was still in my lap, rolling his eyes.

“And what? It’s my birthday!” Louis shoots back, sitting up.

“Eww! Gross! I don’t want to hear that!” Millie shrieks.

“I would prefer not to hear about your sexual life and how you want it on your birthday!” Issie says in disgust.

“What?! I didn’t even say anything like that!” Louis says to them in defense.

“Well.. you kinda did imply it, babe,” I say as I wrap my arm around his shoulders and give him a peck on his cheeks.

He rolls his eyes at his sisters again.

“Well, we’re all ready now. We’re just waiting on mom,” Millie says, completely changing the subject.

She shudders as she’s about to sit on the bed but backs off.

I laugh, shaking my head.

“We didn’t even do anything! You were literally jumping on my bed not so long ago!” Louis speaks, with an eye roll.

I reach over to grab Millie’s hand and pull her into the bed.

“Here, I'll give you a kiss too,” I say and kiss her cheek once she falls into the bed.

“Gross! I don’t know where those lips have been!” Millie says.

“OH MY GOD!” Louis says as he lets himself fall back into his bed with his hands in his face.

Issie is dying of laughter, so I pull her in quickly and send her a kiss.

“Oh nooo!” She complains as my lips meet her skin. “No! No! No!”

“We are neither confirming nor denying your allegations,” Louis says with a smirk as he sits back up.

“Louis!” I shriek as I feel my cheeks go red.

Millie starts making gagging noises and Issie scoots farther away from us as possible.

“What!” He says with a growing smile.

“You know what!” I scold.

Louis pulls me by the arms and causes us to both fall back into his bed.

“As much as I’d like to admit you guys are cute. That was no fun topic to speak about!” Millie says with a worried expression.

Louis laughs evilly.

James peeks his head through the open door.

“Time to go!” He smiles and heads off.

We all stand up from the bed. Louis goes to grab my hand, he intertwines them and squeezes our hands gently.

I smile and pull our intertwined hands to my lips and give them a little kiss.

He cheekily smiles and we start heading out his door.

“You girls look beautiful by the way!” I say to them as we all walk down the hallway.

“Thank you! You look gorgeous,” Issie says to me with a huge smile.

“You do look amazing y/n!” Millie smiles.

“Aww thank you, guys!” I smile and we all make it down the stairs.

Liz gasps once she sees us all.

“You all look wonderful!” She gushes.

We all thank her.

“You look lovely, Liz!” I smile.

“Thank you, darling!” She smiles.

“Come on, let's take a few pictures before we head out!” She pleads.

The four of us pose for the picture. Louis and I in the middle, Millie beside me, and Issie beside Louis.

After a couple of photos were taken, I let them take a couple of photos of just the three of them. I then offer to take photos of them all.

James and Liz join in with Louis, Millie, and Issie. I snap a couple of photos to get everyone's good sides.

“Come on y/n!” James calls me in. He swifts his hand signaling me to join them.

I nod with a smile and Liz leads me over and squeezes me in next to Louis. I blush and thank her.

James was in the corner ready to take a couple of photos, camera held up high to capture us all.

Louis wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. I put one of my arms behind his back and one on his chest as I lay my head on him.

We all smile for the picture and James takes a couple.

“Alright let's head out. We’re taking the car even though we might get more traffic but going on the train is going to be a hassle,” Liz explains.

“Mum. There’s no rush!” Louis assures her.

“Louis, well what’s the purpose of a breakfast if we’re not going to eat early?” Liz comments.

Issie and Millie let out a laugh.

“Alright. Alright. I guess we are in a rush. Speed away father,” Louis says once we’re all settled into the car.

Louis is on the left side of the car, I’m beside him, and to my right is Millie and then Issie.

James starts the car and drives off.

Louis puts his arm around me and pulls me in by my shoulders. He puts his lips against my temple and sweetly kisses it.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I whisper to him and he nods with a vibrant smile.

“So where are we eating exactly?” Issie asks her parents.

“To a nice restaurant that’s famous for their breakfast selection,” Liz explains.

“Famous?!” Louis says. “Oh mum, choosing an expensive place, am I right? Mum you didn’t have to. I’d be happy with anything!”

“Nonsense! It’s your special day,” James exclaims.

Louis smiles.

“Well thank you, nonetheless. You didn't have to but thanks,” Louis smiles.

James continues driving for about 15 to 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, the four of us in the back decided to play Who’s Most Likely To.

“Louis is definitely most likely to jump into a dumpster!” Issie exclaims.

Louis opens his mouth but nothing comes out of it. He’s just left with his mouth agape.

I giggle and nod.

“It’s definitely you, Louis! You literally have dove into a bunch of trash bags,” I say with a laugh.

“Literally everyone has seen that video!” Millie says in between laughs.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll take it I guess,” He says with a little eye roll.

I let out a laugh, as everyone in the car does as well.

We continue to foolishly ask questions which leads everyone in the vehicle to erupt in laughter.

James pulled up to a fancy looking restaurant. It looked full and impacted with many guests. It had both outdoor and indoor seating.

James found a place to park the car and we all stepped out of the vehicle. Louis hopped out of the car before me and lent me a hand to step out. I smile out at him and place my hands on him. As I make it out of the car, Louis closes the car door behind me.

“M’lady,” He cheekily says.

I smile and let out a cute laugh

James smiles at us as he exits the car himself.

“Okay let’s head in. We have reservations. Thank goodness cause look at the place,” She sighs in relief as we enter the doors.

Louis walked beside me as his hand was placed in my lower back. I smile at how he’s such a gentleman.

“Six for the Partridges,” James notifies the fancy main entrance.

Louis lowers his lips to my ear.

“See they already see you as a Partridge,” He whispers deeply into my ear.

I blush and look over into his eyes.

He has a huge smile placed on his lips.

I giggle and as I was about to respond we were already being led to our table.

Louis pulls out my chair and leads me to sit. I blush and sit on the comfy fancy looking chair.

Louis pushes me in a bit and pats my hair and he goes to sit beside me and across from his parents.

Right as we’re getting seated a couple workers were already handing us freshly squeezed juice.

I smile in thank you and simultaneously Louis and I reach for each other’s hands, from each other’s chairs.

We both laugh within each other and take in the freshly squeezed juice, which was delicious.

“Wow, mum. This is really good!” Louis shockingly says as he places the cup down.

Liz smiles and seems proud of her choice of breakfast.

We get handed the menus that we made of thick rich paper.

“Wow mum, even the menus are expensive!” Millie says as she opens it up.

I giggle and open up the menu myself.

I look over the breakfast selection and see they have everything anyone could ask for.

“Look over the menu if you’d like but we’re ordering the platter that gives us all the main dishes the restaurant offers for breakfast,” James notes to us as Liz nods.

“So we’re like having our own little buffet? Here at our table,” Issie questions.

“Precisely,” James smiles with a nod.

“Wow. Ok,” Louis says in amazement.

“You deserve it,’ I whisper to him with a smile.

He looks at me with love in his eyes.

“Thanks love!” He whispers back and he squeezes our hands.

I smile and we both face the table again.

Liz is ordering the platter and we all continue to drink the delicious not too thick juice.

We all start to converse once we’re settled and have placed our order.

“How does it feel to be an adult now?” Issie jokes.

“Oh! You know, life changing!” Louis claims.

I let out a giggle.

“I feel like a totally different person!’ He exaggeratedly says.

We all let out small laughs.

Soon various workers came over to our table. They all had huge platters of different breakfast dishes in their hands. They set it all down at our table. And man, let me tell you! There was sooo much food!

There were pancakes of all sorts of flavors with unique shapes, waffles, french toast, crepes, fruit, syrups of all kinds, breakfast burritos, bacon, mashed potatoes, hash browns, bacon, eggs.

“Mum! We are never going to finish all this food! I feel like I'm eating with the queen!’ Louis exclaims as his eyes gaze through the variety of food.

“Wow! I feel full just by looking at all of this food,” I say with a giggle.

“Let’s dig in!” Liz says, grabbing a plate.

We all nod in agreement and reach over to grab empty plates.

I reach to grab a plate but Louis was already handing me one.

“Here ya go,” He says with a bright smile.

“Wow what a gentleman,” Issie teases as she goes to grab some waffles.

I smile and grab the plate from his hand.

“Thank you, Louis!” I say with a pout. He’s so sweet and thoughtful.

“As he should!” Millie demands and I let out a laugh.

“I will always treat her right,” Louis says, grabbing a plate for himself.

“Well, I’m glad you do, Louis. I have always told you to be respectful and to treat a girl right and I am really glad and proud of you for treating y/n this way,” Liz says with a proud smile.

I turn over to Louis with a smile and he looks over at me. He looks straight into my eyes and squeezes our intertwined hands three times. I smile. Gosh, he makes me melt every time. I blush and smile a thank you to him.

Every time one of us squeezes each other's hand three times, it indicates us secretly saying I love you, to one another. Each squeeze represents each word. It was our thing.

I love him too.

I turn away as I feel my cheeks warm up.

“Aww she’s blushing,” Issie teases as she pokes my sides.

From the corner of my eye, I see Louis turn once he hears Issie’s statement.

James and Liz laugh in awe.

Once Louis realizes that I certainly am blushing he lets go of our hands and pulls me into him.

“Aww. C’mere!” He smiles as he kisses my temple.

They all laugh and continue filling up their plates.

As they all place their attention on serving themselves breakfast, my face no longer turns red.

Louis gives me another temple kiss before letting me go.

I smile and go to serve myself portions from different platters.

As I finish filling my plate, I dig my fork into a pancake.

They look so delicious.

I placed the fork into my mouth and I was already in a food coma. The food was incredibly delicious. The pancakes were so fluffy and warm. Without a doubt, they were the best pancakes I’ve ever tried.

I continued digging into the other portions and it was all too delicious.

“Wow, this is really delicious mum!” Louis says with a full mouth of eggs and bacon.

I giggle as his parents scold him.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry!” He says quickly swallowing his food.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, Louis!” Millie scolds.

Louis is left with his mouth agape.

“It’s literally my birthday guys. I was trying to show my gratitude mum!” Louis defends.

I roll my eyes at him and Liz shakes her head.

“Point was you were talking with a mouth full of food and we’re in a high end restaurant, Louis,” Issie adds.

“I feel really attacked,” He says and digs into more food.

James and I laugh.

“Just eat your birthday breakfast, babe,” I say, patting his back.

“Mhm.” He says pretending to be hurt.

“Oh stop!” I say with a smile.

He couldn’t hide his smile anymore and let out a laugh.

“You’re such an idiot,” Millie says with a playful eye roll.

Louis lets out an adorable laugh and I couldn’t help but smile and feel warm on the inside.

He was my idiot.

Towards the end of our meal, an enormous group of employees surrounded our table.

“Oh no…” Louis whispered loud enough for me to hear.

I giggle and hold his hand.

“Who in this table is Louis?” A worker called out.

We all pointed at Louis and he rose his hand.

“That’ll be me,” Louis calls out.

They hand him a candlelit dessert.

As it was placed in front of him, all eyes in the restaurant were on him.

The employees erupted into a song to wish Louis a Happy Birthday.

“Woohoo!” James and Liz cheer from across the table.

I let go of Louis' hand and began to cheer him on.

We all clap our hands as the singing ceases.

“Thank you,” Louis kindly says to us all.

The workers nod and reply with ‘you’re welcome'.

Liz stands from her seat and goes to hug her boy.

Louis smiles appreciatively and goes in to hug her, as well.

He’s so sweet to his parents. He hugs her tightly and whispers words of gratitude only for her to hear.

She goes on to kiss his cheek and he flushes.

Her mom lets go and James goes in to pat Louis.

“Happy Birthday son. You know we love you and we’ll always be here for you. We believe in you and here’s to many more,” James says pulling Louis in.

“Thanks, dad!” Louis says holding onto his father.

“Happy Birthday Louis!” Millie calls out from her seat.

“Love you!” Issie smiles.

“Thanks, guys. Much appreciated!” He says gracefully.

We all stood up and headed out of the restaurant.

Louis and I walked behind everyone as we headed to the car.

“What are we doing now?” Louis cheekily says.

I turn over to look at him and smile.

“It’s a surprise!” I beam.

“A surprise?!” He exclaims.

“Mmhmm!” I nod.

“What kinda surprise?” He questions placing his lips on my cheek, hoping I’d give him more information.

“I can’t tell you,” I giggle.

He lets out a whine and lets his head fall back.

“Nope. Not happening!” I smile looking at his impatience.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” He pleads.

“You’ll eventually find out. As of right now you just can’t know,” I giggle.

“Ughh!” He groans as we make it to the car.

I roll my eyes and laugh to myself.

Louis opens the door for me and heads into his seat after me.

“Why is he being annoying this time?” Millie asks.

“Y/N won’t tell me my surprise!” He desperately says.

“Well it’s supposed to be a surprise,” James says, turning on the car.

“Wait! So you know what it is?” Louis says as his eyes glow.

They all nod.

“This sucks!” He says, crossing his arms.

“Alright here. I was going to wait until we got home. But since you’re upset about not knowing y/n’s surprise. We can give you ours right now,” Liz says, pulling out a black box from her purse.

“What is this?” Louis says as he holds the black box in the palm of his hands.

“Our first surprise,” James says looking at the back seat from the rearview mirror.

‘Why thanks guys,” Louis smiles as he opens up the black box, revealing an elegant watch.

His eyes widened in amazement.

“Mum! Dad!” Louis lets out in shock. “Thank you! I don’t even know what to say! I don’t even know how to react.” Louis says attentively, laying his eyes on the watch.

“I got my first watch on my 18th birthday and I wanted to do the same for you. Keep it going you know?” James says from the driver's seat.

“It's very grand. I can’t thank you enough!” Louis says looking up to his parents.

“Well put it on!” Issie clamors.

Louis carefully pulls the watch out and unclips it, placing it through his wrist. His other hand clips on the watch to his hand.

Louis flicks his wrist and smiles.

“Thank you, dad! Thank you, mum! Looks good doesn’t it?” He says to them and he shows them his arm.

“It looks great honey!” Liz smiles.

“It really does! It goes perfectly! James says as he looks at the watch on Louis’ wrist.

His eyes turn back to the road as we pull up to the Partridge’s neighborhood.

“Ahhh! Okay, time to close your eyes!” Liz says as she jumps in her seat.

“What?” Louis laughs nervously.

“Close your eyes quickly!” James warns.

“Bloody hell! What’s going on?!” Louis says not closing his eyes.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!” Millie and Issie yell.

“No! Not until I know what’s going on!” He replies.

“Oh my god!” I reply as I see that the house is nearing our sight.

Everyone in the car is yelling for him to shut his eyes, so I do it for him.

I quickly place my hands over his eyes, right in time for him to not see his other present, parked in the driveway.

I gasp as I see the black sports car lavishly parked on their driveway.

“WHAT! What’s going on?” Louis questions as he tries to open his eyes, once he hears my gasp.

We all choose to ignore him.

Now I knew he was getting his first car but seeing it now in close proximity, I was excited. It was nice, really nice.

James parks on the sidewalk that leads to the driveway where Louis’ sports car is.

Everyone excitedly gets out of the car. James and Liz open the door so Louis and I can get off.

“Okay, step out of the car,” James speaks.

“Well I mean I can’t really see,” Louis mutters.

“Just get out of the car! Hurry!” I exclaim.

“Okay okay!” He rushes.

He places his feet out onto the ground and carefully stands, with me behind him. Eyes still covered by my hands.

“Keep walking…” I trail as I lead him from behind.

He does so and we all lead him to the front of the car.

“What is going on?” He asks.

“Okay in 1… 2…. And 3… !” We all yell and I let go of my hands. He flutters his eyes open and gasps in surprise.

“Bloody hell! Is it mine? No way!” He says as he runs his hand through his hair walking towards the black vehicle.

“All yours!” James smiles.

“No way!” He says in shock.

“But… As of right now. It’s y/n’s,” Liz says, handing me the keys.

Louis looks over to me in confusion as I smirk.

“I’m soooo confused right now!” He says as he looks around.

I walk to the driver’s side of the car.

“Get in, loser!” I say jingling the keys over the car.

He furrows his eyebrows with a growing smile as he walks over to the passenger side.

I smirk as I open the door hopping into the car. I grip the steering wheel once I’m seated and I take a look around at the black interior.

I hear Louis open the passenger door. He bends down, half of his body in the car, taking a look at it in astonishment. Hand on the open door as he looks in.

Fuck that’s hot. His large hand gripped onto the wide open door of the passenger seat.

Louis looks over at me, face close to mine.

“Is it actually mine?” He says with a smile.

“Yes!” I beam with a huge smile. “Now come on!” I say excitedly for him to come in.

He furrows his eyebrows and smiles.

“What are you planning?!” He asks deeply as he reluctantly gets in the car.

As he shuts the door I fasten my seatbelt.

“Be safe!” Liz yells from the driveway.

I start the car and lower the window. I wave out to them and nod.

“Why is she saying that? Why do we have to be safe?” Louis bombards with questions.

“BYEE!” They all shout.

“BYEE!” I yell with a huge smile.

I start reversing out of the driveway and Louis confusingly waves bye to his family.

“What’s going on y/n? Tell me!” He says with a huge smile.

“We’re going… somewhere…” I trail off and we wave goodbye before I drive off.

“Where are we going?” He questions annoyingly as he grabs my hand.

“You really want me to drive with one hand in your brand new car?” I question with a smile as I look over at him for a split second.

“I can’t even believe it’s my car. I haven’t acknowledged it as my car. It hasn’t hit me yet,” He explains, his eyes fixated on me.

“Well, it’s your car! Take it all in!” I say as I turn over to him, looking at him with a cocked brow and smile.

“Hmm.” He hums looking around.

“This day has been like no other! It's been fantastic!” Louis beams.

“I’m happy for you, baby,” I smile looking over at him and away from the road.

He looks at the road and sees that it's clear, so he quickly goes in for a kiss.

“Thank you, baby!” He says right after he pulls away.

I smile and continue to drive.

“God. I can’t believe this is my car! That’s crazy!” He says as a wave of shock comes back in.

I laugh and keep my eye on the road, Louis still not having a clue as to where we're going.

“Now I’ll be able to bring you food when you’re hungry, drop by your room uninvited, take you on more dates, and all the things we can get away with while we’re in this car alone. By ourselves…” He trails getting quieter at the end.

I let out a snort.

I shake my head and giggle.

He laughs too.

“That's all I’m sayinggg!” He says in a singsong tone.

I giggle and shake my head as he holds onto my hand.

“Okay, we’ve been driving for a while now! Where are we going?” He chuckles, looking over at me.

“We’re spending the day in London!” I shouted with a giggle. “We can go wherever you want and do whatever you want!”

“That sounds delightful. I get to spend the day with you in my town. What more could I ask for?” He says sweetly.

I blush and he goes to grab my face proceeding to squish my cheeks.

I giggle and pat his hand away.

“I’m trying not to crash your car,” I say with a giggle.

“Oh also did I forget to add that we’re staying the night in the city?” I say with a smile as we start nearing the big building of London.

“What? Louis baffles.

“I got us a room. So no need to worry about heading home or worrying about curfews. We’re all alone, to do whatever we want,” I smile brightly.

“Y/N! You’re literally the best! You know me all too well!” He smiles and takes my hand to his lips.

I feel all mushy as he places his lips against my skin.

“I knew you’d want a day all to ourselves, so I planned it out just like that. We have extra clothes in the back for the night, that Issie placed earlier this morning. And now it's just up to you. What would you like us to do!” I reckon.

“You’re perfect! Literally perfect!” He expresses and he continues to add kisses to our intertwined hands.

I blush and hide away as I focus on driving.

“Well, we can walk around the streets, sightsee, grab some drinks, some snacks. As of right now, all I want to do is walk around, you by my side as I hold your hand or have my arm around you,” He says with a twinkle in his eye.

“Aww Louis!” I say with a pouty face.

He chuckles and marks a kiss on my cheek.

I drive into the big streets and look around for a parking spot.

“Birthday luck,” Louis calls, pointing towards an empty parking spot.

I sigh.

“Thank goodness!” I say in relief.

Louis chuckles and I go to park his car in the street.

As I successfully parked I turn off the car.

Louis immediately stops me from doing anything.

“Don’t move!’ He ordered.

I chuckle and stay seated as he exits the car and goes to my side to open my door.

“M’lady,” He says in a posh accent, which really is just a deeper British accent for him.

I giggle and place my hand on Louis’ as he has it out for me.

I smile sheepishly as he’s bowed down.

“Louis…” I trail shyly.

“What? I’m being a gentleman to my girlfriend, soon to be wife,” He remarks.

I laugh and shake my head.

“You’re adorable!” I whisper as I have my face millimeters away from his. He smiles as he looks me in the eyes, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks into me. I went in for a kiss, it was sweet and slow.

Louis pulls away, our lips still pressed on one another.

“I love you,” He whispers.

I swift my eyes down and smile. I look back up into his brown eyes and peck my lips onto his once more.

“I love you, too,” I murmur into our lips.

“Come on. Let’s go,” He says and grabs my hand, leading me into the streets of London.

He walks fast with his long legs.

“Louis!” I shriek. “You’re speed walking over here. While I’m like being dragged!” I say with a laugh.

He looks back at me and laughs.

“Sorry!” He says. “I just want to take you to this place. I’m excited.”

I giggle and go in to kiss his cheek.

“I fucking love you. You’re just too cute and adorable. I can’t handle it!” I say as I giggle into his cheek.

He lets out a laugh and turns his head causing our lips to interlock, as I was previously kissing his cheek.

He longingly kisses me and pulls away with a sly smile.

“I saw what you did there!’ I say with a smirk.

We eventually made it.

“Okay this place has the best and I mean best ice cream!” Louis thrills.

“Alright. I’ll take your word for it!” I say and I walk straight into the shop.

We both order a sundae that gives us the option of 5 scoops of our choice of ice cream.

“Okay we’ll get chocolate,” Louis starts.

“Vanilla,” I continue.

“Rocky Road.”

“Chocolate Chip.”

“And strawberry,” Louis ends.

The worker nods and starts preparing our sundae which has whipped cream, peanuts, chocolate syrup, and a couple of cherries.

“It looks delicious!” I say as I grip Louis' hand and lay my head on his arm.

He looks down at me and smiles.

“You’re so cute!” He says, looking down at me in awe.

I look up at him and blush.

I tippytoe barely reach his height and go in to kiss his beautiful lips.

“I love you,” I murmur into the kiss.

He smiles and murmurs it back.

Our names are called and we head out with sundae in hand. We find an empty bench that gives us a view of London’s Tower Bridge and its waters.

After a bit of silence and our sharings of the sundae, Louis lets out a sigh.

“I love this day,” He says, looking out into the distance.

My gaze stays fixated on him and he looks out into London’s waters.

I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him. I look up and his neck calls out to me. I smile and press my lips against his neck.

He immediately looks down at me as my lips are pressed onto his neck.

“You’re really going to tempt me in the middle of London?” He smirks.

“I’m not even trying to tempt you,” I say with a playful eye roll. “Your neck is just right here as I’m laying my head on your chest and I just can’t help but kiss you.” I cutely say.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

After a couple of seconds of silence, he speaks up again.

“I could live like this forever and never complain,” He says and he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“As long as I’m in your arms I’d never complain,” I respond.

“As long as you’re in my arms I’d never complain.” He replies.

I smile into his chest.

Our ice cream sundae, now gone.

After a while of looking into the water and the Tower Bridge, we stood up to further our walk.

“Where to now?” I say from beside him.

He shrugs.

“I’m not sure.” He says as he holds onto my hand.

I nod and we continue to walk until we make it to the shops.

We randomly walk into a clothing store and we look around for a bit.

“Do you want me to buy you anything?” I gently ask, trying not to interrupt our comfortable silence.

He looks down at me like I’m crazy.

“Definitely not!” He exclaims.

“Louis. It’s your birthday!” I say.

“It’s okay! You've already done a lot for me today,” He explains.

“I haven’t done much!” I say looking up at him.

“Well you’ve done more than you know,” He says, bending down to kiss my lips.

He pulls away and I pout.

“Sorry sweetheart!” He says regarding ending the kiss. “I just need to get this point across. You’ve done a lot. A lot more than you think! Because all the little things you do, mean everything to me. Like your little surprise at midnight, the way you smile and look at me like I’m the only one you see, when you give me cute random kisses, hold my hand, when you baby me, when I ask you for clothing advice. Like the things you do, don’t go unnoticed. Because I notice and I’m aware of it all. You’ve done so much and now you bring me to London and tell me you got us a room. It’s more than I could ever ask for. Really,” He says as he holds both of my hands and looks at me as he speaks.

“Louis,” I say as I look up at him in awe. “I do all these things naturally. I don’t keep my eyes on you because I expect you to notice or because I want you to pay attention to what I do. When those small things happen it’s because I genuinely do them. Like they just happen at the moment. It happens because I care for you because I’m in love with you. I hold your hand and kiss you randomly because that’s what my heart and soul desire. You’re the one that my heart desires. It will always be you and I will always love you. This little trip to London is nothing compared to how much I feel and care about you! We could spend the day in Bora Bora or in your bed and I’d be happy just to be with you,” I say, intertwining our fingers as our hands are already being held.

“And I feel the same way. As long as I’m with you I’m happy. It doesn’t matter where we are, I’ll always be glad to be with you. My heart desires you too. Like if the body was ruled by the heart instead of the brain I’d be kissing you 24/7, nonstop, all the time. I’d have you on me and against me for like ever!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I shake my head and smile.

“The workers are probably wondering if we’re going to buy something or if we’re just going to longingly look into each other's eyes the whole time!” I say with a chuckle.

Louis lets out a laugh. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here!”

“Before we leave. Are you sure you don’t want you to get anything?” I ask before we exit.

“Definitely not!” He says with a chuckle.

I giggle. ‘Okay.”

We exit the shop.

“Now the real question is do you want me to buy you anything?” He says holding onto my arms as he moves in front of me blocking my sight.

“If you don’t let me buy you anything, I’m not letting you buy me anything!” I say with sass.

Louis snickers and rolls his eyes.

“Why do you make things so complicated?” He says as we continue to walk.

“What? I’m not even making it complicated!” I say letting out a laugh.

He stays quiet and tries to hide the smile that’s daring to show.

I smile and roll my eyes.

“You’re-”

He quickly shushes me and places a finger onto my lips.

“I’m not complicated!” He immediately says as he injects my sentence.

My mouth is left agape.

“If you weren’t complicated and extra, you wouldn’t have shushed me!” I interject.

He rolls his eyes.

“Whatever,” He says.

I look away from him with a smile, shaking my head.

We walk around the shops with our hands intertwined.

“I still can’t believe I have a car now. That’s insane!” He beams as he looks down at me.

“I know, right? It��s quite nice,” I smile up at him.

He nods and hums in amusement.

My eyes wander around and I gasp once I see a bakery.

“What?” Louis questions at my gasp.

“We have to go here! Come on! Come on,” I demand as I pull Louis towards the direction of the cake shop.

Louis takes a look inside the large windows and realizes it’s a bakery in which you get to decorate your own cake.

He sees my large smile and shakes his head.

“If you insist,” He says with a laugh.

“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. We’ll get to eat the cake that we decorate!” I say knowing he wants to do it just as much as me.

“Oh alright.” He says with a playful eye roll.

“Yayy!” I say and tippytoe to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks flush and we both enter the shop.

We get handed a cake and get told where all the decorations and supplies were located.

“Let’s get started!” Louis smiles as we comfortably sit across from each other.

The round cake that’s covered in fondant is placed on the table.

Louis opens up a package that contains more fondant.

“I’m thinking of getting these cutters and shaping the fondant into random things,” Louis says as his focus is on trying to open up the fondant. I giggle at how hard he’s trying.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of cutters too!” I say placing them on the table.

“Ooo let me see!” Louis curiously says.

I smile and start explaining what each cutter is.

“So I got this star because you’re my star and because you’re becoming an excellent star in the business. Everyone’s going to know who you are!” I start and pause as I notice how interested Louis is in my choice of cutters, making me blush.

Louis hums for me to go on. His head in the palm of his hands.

I nod and go on. “Then I got this heart to represent how I feel about you,” I say, holding it up for him to see.

“Oh now you’re making me feel so basic about mine,” He gushes, causing me to laugh.

“I’m sure they’re great!” I say.

Louis picks up one of his cutters with a huge smile on his face trying to suppress his laughter but completely fails letting it all out.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He says in between laughs. “So this one is of a little boy,” He says, holding it out for me to see. “I don’t know why I got it but I just did. I guess it can be me.” He dumbly says.

I furrow my brows and let out a smile.

“Okay?” I say letting out a small laugh. “Makes sense.”

“And then I got a ‘1’ and ‘8’’ He ends, holding the two numbers together to make an ‘18’.

“You’re so adorable you know that?” I say grabbing the fondant that Louis previously opened.

“Yeah, I think so,” He arrogantly says with a playful shrug.

I roll my eyes.

We start placing the cutters on the fondant and sticking them onto the cake.

“It’s coming along nicely,” Louis says as we finish adding all the shaped fondant.

I nod in agreement.

“Time for the icing!” I excitedly say, grabbing it.

“Take full reign,” Louis says, eyeing my next move.

I smile and start writing ‘Happy Birthday Louis’ on the face of the cake with an exclamation point. But instead of the exclamation point having a period at the bottom it has a heart.

“There,” I say with a proud smile.

“Perfect!” Louis softly says at the finished product and looks up at me. “You’re perfect.”

I melt at his compliment and pout. He goes to grab my hand from across the table and sweetly smiles.

“I love you,” He says with a voice to die for.

“I love you too!” I say softly to him. I lean over the table and sweetly peck his lips. He smiles.

“Shall we go now?” He asks and I nod.

Our cake gets placed in a box to go and I pay for the cake.

Louis frowns.

“It’s your birthday okay?” I say holding onto his hand.

He grunts to himself, causing me to laugh.

“Thank you!” Louis says to the worker as he gets handed the box.

We head out of the shop hand in hand. One hand was holding mine and his other was holding the box of cake.

“What time do we have to check into the hotel?” Louis asks as we walk mindlessly through the city.

“There’s no specific time,” I responded.

He smiles like he’s got something up his sleeve.

“Why?” I inquire.

“I have the perfect spot!” He beams with a huge toothy smile.

“Alright.” I say slowly waiting for him to reveal more of his ‘perfect spot’.

“So there’s this perfect place we can go to. It has a perfect view, it’s secluded, and we can eat our cake there!” Louis elated with beaming eyes.

“That sounds wonderful!” I say in awe as I swing our interlocked hands.

He chuckles and nods in agreement.

“We’ll have to take the car to our special destination,” He charmingly says.

I smile in favor and hand him the keys.

As soon as we make it to the car he lets go of my hand and jogs over to open the passenger side door.

“Aww. You’re so sweet, babe!” I say pouting and going in for a quick kiss.

He chuckles and closes the door for me once I’m seated in his car.

He gets in the car and places the cake in the backseat.

“Okay.” He says once he fastens his seatbelt. “It’s not too far from here but we’ll probably get stuck in traffic. Which isn’t that bad because we’ll kill time and make it right on time for the sunset,” He rants, pulling out of his parallel parking and onto the road.

“Wow, babe. That's kinda hot,” I let out. My eyes were on his hands that were placed on the fine black steering wheel.

He quickly looks over at me and chuckles.

His right hand leaves the steering wheel and firmly makes it onto my thigh.

“Hey! Both hands on the wheel sir!” I remark.

“Oh shove off!” He says with an eye roll which ends with my chuckle.

I place my hand on top of his and I see the smile that grows on his face making me feel the butterflies all over again.

“I can never get over the fact of how lucky I am to have you, Louis,” I softly say looking over to him.

“If anything I’m the lucky one, y/n,” He says looking over to me, taking his eyes off the road for a slight second.

I shake my head.

“I’m being serious, Louis,” I say just as soft. “I really am amazed with you. Everything about you,” I say intertwining over fingers and bringing our hands to my lips.

I sense his blush.

“Thank you.” He softly whispers. “I really appreciate it, love.”

I nod and hum in response.

I shift in my seat and lay my head on his right arm.

“You tired?” He asks, concerned.

I shake my head.

“No. I just feel comfortable is all.” I mumble out.

Louis nods cutely looking down at me in awe.

“This feels so surreal,” Louis says regarding driving his brand new vehicle.

“I’m sure it does!” I say standing up from my past position. “The sun seems to be going down,” I say looking out the window.

Louis looks out and looks at the sky.

“Good thing we’re here then,” Louis beams, turning off his car at the side of an empty street.

“Where are we?” I say unbuckling my seatbelt.

“You’ll see. Now come on!” Louis says getting out of the car and reaching out for the cake.

I chuckle in confusion as I get out of the car, following his lead.

“Come here,” He calls out to me with his hand out.

I skip over to him, grabbing his hand.

He leads me across the street to what seems like an abandoned parking building.

“The view looks amazing from up there!” Louis says as he leads me into the first floor of the parking structure. We make it to the stairs and start the venture up it.

“It’s a bit long but it’s worth it, I promise!” He says excitedly.

I laugh and nod.

Everything is worth it when I’m with him.

The flight of stairs was lengthy, it was around a dozen floors worth of stairs.

The sky was in full view when we finally made it to the rooftop of the building.

“Nice, right?” Louis says pulling me into him.

“Yeah. Nice.” I say looking around at the beautiful setting sky. “It looks beautiful.”

“It does and just wait for it to get dark! You’ll see all the lights from here. It really is an incomparable view,” Louis explains and finds a spot for us to sit that catches the view perfectly.

The sky showcased a nice array of deep colors. I hold onto Louis' hand and lay my head on his shoulder. I lay comfortably on him and he puts an arm around me.

“God I love you!” Louis sighs after a moment of silence.

I blush and look down.

“You’re adorable.” He lovingly says once he realizes I’m a blushing mess.

He pets the top of my head and looks out into the dazzling city of London.

“I wouldn’t trade this for the world,” I softly let out into the air.

“Me neither,” Louis hums, looking down at me and smiling.

“Your smile always kills me,” I say with rosy cheeks.

“My smile is just my body expressing and saying what I can’t form into words. I just look at you and I’m like damn.” Louis says, his voice lowering towards the end.

I smile and leave kisses on his hand.

“Shall we open our cake?” Louis asks, grabbing the box.

“Yes!” I beam out and situate myself up

Louis opens up the box and takes out the cake.

“Let me take one last look at it before it’s gone,” He says to himself as he takes one last look at it.

“Hey!” He calls out. “I didn’t know you added this?” Louis says with a surprised look on his face, pointing at the crown shaped fondant.

I geekily smiled.

“I added it while you weren’t looking! It signifies you being my prince, my king.” I shyly say, placing my hand on the opposite side of his face and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Aww. Baby!” He says slightly putting his body over mine, causing me to lean back. “You’re my queen,” He whispers against my lips, his body threatening to push me against the floor.

He looks down at my lips and they flicker back up to my eyes and without hesitation he presses his lips against mine, causing me to fall back. Our kiss deepens once I’m in between the ground and Louis.

Louis' hand makes it to my neck and jaw, holding it softly. We were there laying on a rooftop with our cake awaiting us. Louis lays on top of me and he pulls away, looking deep into my soul.

“Come on, let’s eat some cake,” He mumbles, sitting up and holding out his arm for me to grab. I do so and he pulls me up and we both sit.

He hands me a fork and we both dig in.

“This is delicious!” Louis says with a mouthful.

I giggle as he has a mouthful of the cake.

“Gosh, it looks beautiful out here!” I say, mesmerized by the bright lights of London in contrast to the now dark sky.

Louis nods and wraps his arms around my waist.

He looks over to me and then back at the view.

He prompts a kiss on my head and smiles.

I turn to look at him.

“What’s in that head of yours?” I ask curiously.

Louis shakes his head looking away.

“Just thinking of how amazing this moment is,” He lets out.

My heart warms up to his sweet thoughts.

I look down and place my hand over his hand that is placed on his lap. While the other is still wrapped around me.

He smiles at my small gesture. Loving how it felt to have my fingers tracing along the top of his hand. It gave him a nice ravishing feeling.

He couldn’t lie, he did feel a bit irked when the tickling of the tracing stopped when I went to get another fork of cake.

I giggle once I notice the disheveled look on his face.

He wasn’t good at hiding his thoughts.

“Come here,” I say with a laugh as I go to grab his free hand.

He laughs and I start tracing my nails along the top of his hand.

“I’m not looking forward to walking down that long flight of stairs!” I groaned out.

“We should just stay here,” He chuckled.

“Or…. You could just carry me.” I smiled jokingly.

“Do you want me to die!” He exclaimed, but his eyes immediately widened once he realized how that came out.

“What?!” I rose my brows at him in surprise. “Are you calling me-”

“No, no, no! Not like that! I swear! I just meant like it’s a long flight of stairs and it’s tiring walking down it on your own. I- I swear I wasn’t calling you anything like that! Carrying even a baby would be tiring because you’re holding something. Oh, fuck me.” He sighs as he tries to explain his horrible wording.

I let out a laugh and roll my eyes at him.

“You have such an amazing way with words, don't you Louis?” I tease.

“Oh stop!” He says, rolling his eyes at me. His smile curled up into his cheeks after he let out a huge sigh in relief, knowing that I understood that he was in no way saying anything harmful.

“You’re such an idiot!” I say playfully shoving him.

“Wellll I’m your idiot!” He beams.

I giggle and nod.

“Okay. I'm just glad you didn’t take it the wrong way!” He says with another sigh.

I giggle.

“I know what you meant, Louis,” I smile, pecking his lips in reassurance.

“Oh thank god!” He says with another huge sigh, holding his hand over his heart.

I let out a giggle with another eyeroll.

“Come on. Let’s get going before room service ends!” I smile standing up and lending my hand out for Louis to grab.

“Alright.” He smiles idiotically.

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Vacation

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Virgin!PlusSize!reader

Warnings: self consciousness, unprotected smut, authority kink, daddy kink, angst, fluff

Words:3295

You were sitting in a bar somewhere in Croatia. Frustrated about the turn of recent events.

The trip was supposed to be about you and your friends. Just enjoying the sun and ocean. No boys allowed! But then on the 2nd evening your friends had abandoned you at the bar to go clubbing with some boys from spain. Fan-fucking-tastic, you thought.

There went your nice all girls vacation. The way you knew your friends you weren't going to see them for a while.

Just as you were about to pay your tab and leave, someone sat down next to you and started talking. “Hi, sweetheart. You alone here?” he didn’t say much but you recognized that voice immediately. Your head snapped upwards and your eyes widened. Of all the people you would have never expected him there. Sebastian Stan. The man of your wet dreams.

You fumbled your phone out of your purse and unlocked the screen. Yep, he was definitely the man from your wallpaper.

“You okay there?” he asked, smiling before his eyes fell on your background picture.

“Oh, so you know me.” he figured.

“Ehm, yeah, yeah I do. Holy shit you’re even more beautiful in person.” you swooned.

He laughed heartily at that and ordered you and himself another drink.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you with your girlfriend on vacation? Sorry if I give off stalker vibes” you turned red faced.

“That’s a long story but to cut to the chase, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” his face turned slightly sour at the thought of his ex.

“Oh, I’m genuinely sorry to hear that. She seemed to make you happy.”

“Well, she did. But not anymore. So enough of her, what’s your name and what are you doing here?” He changed the topic.

“How rude of me, my name is Y/N and I was initially here to have a nice week with my girls. But now they've abandoned me in favor of some guys. So I decided to have a few drinks by myself and then go back to the house we rented.” you let all your frustration out.

“Wow, that sounds terrible. But the night doesn’t have to end like this. Would you like to dance?” he asked friendly.

“I can’t dance.” you objected.

“I’ll lead you, come on.” he paid for both of your drinks and then held out his hand for you to take. And how could you say no to that face?

“Alright. Let’s do this. And thanks for the drinks but you didn’t need to pay for me.” you told him.

“I know. You look like you could hold your own but I simply wanted to pay.” he grinned and you accepted his answer.

He pulled you onto the kinda crowded dance floor and guided your hands on his shoulders. Then he guided your clumsy body to the beat and soon it started to be real funny.

“Okay, that was fun but I need a break. And preferably some fresh air.” you yelled over the music out of breath.

He understood and took you outside in front of the bar and a bit away from the entrance where the smokers stood.

“See I told you if you ease into things and give me a chance I can make this a night you won’t forget.” he grinned, mischievously.

“A bit cheeky aren’t we?” you tried to play his game but his advances made you a bit uncomfortable to say the least.

The thing was, you didn’t decide on a men free vacation with your friends because you wanted to get a break from all the guys pursuing you at home but because your friends were constantly surrounded by guys and only talked about their experiences with the opposite sex and that reminded you of how inexperienced you were.

You had always been self conscious. Your girl friends were always tall and skinny or at least of normal weight and could wear all the trendiest clothes but you could not shop for nice wearables so easily. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when you went out with your friends and you had really given your look everything, still they were advanced by men and you weren’t. It was frustrating.

That brought you back to the situation at hand- why did Sebastian Stan, Hollywood hottie, decide to pick you out of all these beautiful girls at the bar? It was a riddle to you.

“Can I ask you something?” you hesitantly asked.

“Anything.” he smiled.

“Why did you want to talk to me?”

The hurt in your eyes told him that you were genuinely interested in an honest answer.

“Because you seemed lonely and so am I. Also you are beautiful and now I know that you are kind and funny, too. You are perfect.” you couldn’t believe that.

“Are you serious? Me? Perfect? You have gotta be kidding me!” you scoffed.

“Why would I? In you I see something permanent. Something that could develop into more. What do you see?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know. I just have never heard that I am beautiful from a man before.” you looked down, embarrassed.

“You can’t be serious! What kind of stupid idiots have you met in your life before?” he asked, astonished.

“The kind that wants a model type by their side. Just the kind of arm candy you should have by yours too. Not a chubby girl like me. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” you had to hold back tears at your confession and wanted to turn around to leave. But he grabbed your arm and forced you to look at him. “Hey, don’t go. I meant what I said. I am sorry that you have only been hurt by men so far but I promise I’m not like that. You can rely on me. I really want to get to know you. Let me take you home and we watch a movie or something? It’s only 10pm. No strings attached.” he offered.

That did sound like a dream and you decided quickly that you had nothing to lose if you said yes.

“Okay. The house is right up that hill and behind that little bit of forest.” you informed him.

He offered his arm, gentlemen like and you took it.

“So where are you from when you are on vacation here at the moment?” he asked to make smalltalk.

“I’m from Germany.”

“Impossible! I heard Germans speak English and they have a strong accent. You have barely an accent and I would have placed you closer to the states.” he was surprised.

“I hear that a lot actually. But I have never been to the US. I just watch a lot of movies and TV shows in English. And I read books in English too.” you smiled bashfully.

“That’s amazing. I think I have a stronger european accent than you do and I’ve lived in the US since I was 12.” he laughed.

“Well, English is my comfort language so I’m always happy when I can use it.” you said nonchalantly.

“Marvelous. You’re amazing.” he complimented.

“Oh, stop it.” you turned red.

“I’m only saying what's true.”

“You’re too kind.”

You walked uphill towards the small wood you had to cross, in the dark. Great idea!

He walked pretty fast and you had to almost jog to keep up with him which made you sweat and got you terribly out of breath.

When the trees around you got thicker and it got even darker it happened. You stepped on a rock, it rolled to the side and you twisted your ankle.

“Shit! Ouch!” you exclaimed loudly.

“What happened?” he asked scared.

“Twisted my ankle. It’s just too fucking dark.” you were angry at yourself for being so stupid.

“Damn. Can you step on your foot?” he asked.

“I don’t know. But what other options do we have? I gotta try.”

You stepped from your left foot onto your right and it buckled beneath you under the pain. “Fuck!”

“Okay that won’t work.” he stated and the next second he just picked you up bridal style and started to carry you on.

“Are you crazy? Let me down. I’m definitely too heavy to carry.” you ordered him.

“No, you are not. And when you try to hobble home we won’t make it until sunrise. So now shut up and let me carry you.” he silenced you efficiently.

“But take a break if you need to, and you will need one eventually.” you mumbled.

The rest of the way you held onto him and buried your face in his neck. Damn, did he smell good. It almost made you moan.

When you arrived at the door he didn’t let you down as you would have expected him to, no, he grabbed the keys from your hands, opened the door and carried you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

“Thank you Sebastian. You are so kind. What can I ever do to repay you?” you asked him.

“Hmm, maybe let me kiss you?” he suggested and you had to swallow nervously. He immediately picked up on your hesitation “Only if you want to of course.”

“Sure I want to, but… I have never kissed anyone before.” you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

“Then let me change that, please.” he begged. You saw no resentment or reproach in his beautifully blue eyes.

Of course you caved and nodded your consent.

He leaned closer to your crouched form on the couch, put his hand on your thigh and brushed his lips to yours.

The kiss was sweet and careful not to startle you or demand something from you that you could feel uncomfortable with.

“So how was your first kiss?” he asked and smiled.

“Very nice.” you looked blissed out at him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I would really love to do that again.”

“Please do.” you confirmed.

Oh and he did. The kiss was magical. This time he pushed his tongue sensually into your mouth and you were stunned how good that felt.

“You okay?” he wanted to know afterwards.

“More than okay. I’m happy you picked me at the bar. Usually they say “never meet your heroes” but with you that’s different.”

“Thanks,doll. That means a lot to me.” he leaned in and kissed your neck.

At the mention of that particular nickname your posture stiffened. He noticed.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

“Ehm, well … you know I haven’t only had a crush on you but also on Bucky… maybe.” you whispered.

At first he seemed confused as to where this confession suddenly came from but then it clicked.

“It’s the nickname. I called you doll.” he laughed. “I didn’t even register that I got that from him. But if it turns you on I will keep using it.” that grin could win you over any day.

“I could get used to it actually. I never would have imagined someone calling me that. But you make it sound so hot. Thanks for making me feel good.”

“Anytime, doll.” he kissed you again.

“By the way, didn’t we wanna watch a movie?” you suddenly asked.

“Yes, of course. Do they have Netflix or something on here?” did he wanna know.

“Disney+. And with it all the Marvel Movies.” you winked at him.

“Anything you want, doll.” he kept using that nickname over and over but you loved it.

“Which one have you not seen yet?”

“I think I’ve actually seen them all. Which one is your favorite?”

“I love the ones you’re in the most.” you confessed.

“Okay, close your eyes and I’ll pick your favorite one.” he suggested.

“Alright. Let’s give it a try.” you agreed.

When you were allowed to open your eyes again you saw the opening credits of a Marvel movie flashing. You recognized the first scene: The Washington Monument and a very exhausted looking Sam Wilson and you heard “on your left” which made you smile. He knew then that he had picked the right movie.

“Good choice.” you praised him.

Then you cuddled up to him and he put his arm around you.

Although you were pretty tired after about half the movie you could not skip over one second of that glorious movie.

“You know- the Winter Soldier is kinda hot. So determined and dominant.” You slurred when you saw him walk down that car after he jumped from the bridge.

“You think so? You like to be dominated? Controlled? Called names? Maybe tied up and used?” he growled into your ear.

“Fuck.” you whimpered and clenched your thighs.

“You like the thought of that don’t you?” he bit into your earlobe.

You nodded furiously.

“Use your words babygirl.”

“Yes, sir.” you said.

“So, an authority kink is there too. And here I thought you were so innocent.” he pushed.

“How can you be innocent when you read fanfiction almost every day?” you quipped.

“Fanfiction, huh? Can you show me examples so I can paint myself a picture?” he asked.

You took your phone out and opened Tumblr. Then you searched for your favorite Bucky fanfic with all the kinks you enjoyed and handed the phone to him.

He read with interest and you studied his facial expressions, smirking when you saw reactions to certain parts you had expected to come.

“So that’s the kind of naughty literature you enjoy alone in your bed, touching yourself maybe.” he growled.

“Yes, sir. The imagination of what you could do to me makes me so wet.” you bit your lip seductively.

Suddenly you were in a flow. All the insecurities about your body and weight were gone. Only him and your sexual fantasies existed in the moment.

“Fuck baby.” he moaned and grabbed your hand to push it onto his growing bulge. “Feel what you do to me, doll?”

“So hot.” you moaned back and felt the urge to take charge. So you got onto your knees and sat in his lap grinding down on him.

Before anything could go further he stopped you and whispered “if at any point you want to stop or feel uncomfortable or I’m doing something you are not ready for or don’t like, tell me and we will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sebastian. I understand. Thanks.”

And so it continued. Grinding and kissing. Until he suddenly stood up abruptly holding you close. “I’m not taking your virginity on this couch. Where is your bedroom?”

He was so considerate “upstairs and then the last door on the right.”

He carried you to the room, carefully laying you down on the bed so as to not disturb your injured foot.

When he unbuttoned the button down he was wearing and took it off you were already drooling.

“Let me undress you, darling. Turn around so I can unzip your dress. Which is beautiful by the way.” he suggested and winked.

You did as he told you and soon felt your dress falling off your shoulders. He helped you pull it over your head and left you in your bra, chub rub shorts and panties.

A little embarrassed at the shorts you looked to the side. But you couldn’t go out in a dress without wearing any type of pants underneath.

“You are so sexy, baby.” he did everything to make you feel comfortable and you started to believe him.

“May I?” he motioned for your bra and you nodded your consent.

Next he took off his jeans and the realization of what was to come started to seep into your mind.

“You still okay with this?” he made sure.

“Yes. I want this Sebastian. I really do. I trust you” you assured him.

So he proceeded with the rest of your clothes and lastly his boxer shorts.

The whole time he kept kissing you hungrily. When he crawled on top of you and you had that skin on skin contact you had never felt so safe with anyone before.

“I gotta prep you before we go all the way, alright? Don’t wanna hurt you, doll.” he whispered between kisses.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

“Please.” you begged.

That’s when he scooted down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. The next thing you felt was him placing a kiss on your mound, and then his tongue poking out starting to flick your clit. He pushed your legs further apart to gain better access.

“Fuck, feels so good.” you moaned just when he inserted one finger into your tight pussy. “Oh, my gosh. Don’t stop.” you begged him.

“I won’t” he mumbled and kept attacking your clit.

“‘m so close.”

“Come for me baby. Come now.” That command was the last straw which brought you to orgasm.

Breathlessly you smiled down at him and he smiled right back at you.

“You up for more?” he needed the confirmation that you were alright.

“Yes, sir. Now I don’t know why I have never done this before. I don’t ever want you to stop again.” At that statement he laughed heartily.

“Then let’s start, shall we?” he kept kissing over your belly, up to your breasts, licked your nipples and sucked hickies onto your neck.

“Ready?”

“Can you just fuck me already?” you asked annoyed.

“Someones being needy.” he joked and finally penetrated your pussy.

“Oh, fuck. So big. Hmmm. deep. Shit.” you were already reduced to a mumbling mess.

“Such a tight fit. You feel amazing.” he buried his head into your neck.

And then he started to move. Slowly at first but picked up speed rapidly. He hit spots inside you that your favorite vibrator was never able to get.

End then something you never wanted anyone to hear slipped your mouth “Fuck, daddy. Harderr!” and suddenly he stopped completely and you mewled disappointed until you realized what you had said. You opened your eyes to see his reaction.

You expected him to be disgusted but all you could see was a hunger. He looked like a predator who finally caught his prey.

“Say that again!” he growled. That statement of his made a surge of pride and confidence rush through you.

You bit your lip mischievously and said “Please, daddy. Fuck me harder.” and he immediately snapped.

He pistoned his hips forward, hitting your cervix over and over until you were so desperately close.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing me, doll. Alright I’m gonna count down and I want you to come with me. Understood”

“Yes, daddy please… need to come… so bad.”

“Five..” deep thrust. “Four…” nip to the collarbone. “Three…” you clawed at his back. “Two…” you tried your hardest not to come and closed your eyes. “Look at me babygirl..” so you opened your eyes. “One… Come” and the dam broke. You had never come so hard in your life. No toy could ever make you feel the way this man did. Your quivering cunt made him come so hard. When he rolled off you he was breathing just as heavy as you were. The only noise you heard was your rapid heartbeat and blood rushing in your ears.

“That was amazing. We definitely need to do that again” you said.

“Oh yes. Anytime.”

The next week flew by so quickly and you two spent most of it in bed. You decided that your lives needed to be lived together so the next chance you got you would be moving in with him. Sometimes dreams do come true!

#marvel #mcu #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #reader insert #smut #fluff #fanfic

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