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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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I WANT TO CHANGE MATTRESSES FOR YOU.

Somethings doesn’t not change. People doesn’t want to change them, morelike. Harry’s one of those people – he hates to stumble away from his routine, it makes him fussy and grumpy all over.

If he’s not waking up early and going out for a run – getting a nice sweat, his whole day gets ruined --- he likes things in specific order -- brekkie and dinners always with his lovie’, three kisses in the morning minus the infinite pecks, cuddles without socksies, cold showers and lavender oils are must –-- brushing their teeth together and doing their skincare at night together.

Intimacy of little things.

He’s with that with materialistic things too. Most of them holds zillion of memories from him --- others, well for others he despises the ‘getting used to them’ phase and the complains of himself that comes with it —-- so he always feels like it’s better to keep things in good condition and use it for a long time.

Just like this darn mattress they’ve fights over every night and day.

Right now when they’re standing infront of the mattress shop he doesn’t seem very convincing while Y/N looks like she just saw the miracle of the year.

Harry’s lips are downturned into grumpy expression, his brows pinched together out of annoyance and he groans at the top of his lungs when she tugs him inside with a squealish noise.

“See? You really need to get rid of that dumpster mattress.” She turns to face him, grinning when he moaned the instant they jumped atop this spongiest of mattress and he speaks through closed eyes -- as if he’s manifesting, “Don’t call my mattress garbage .....”

Y/N just pouts. He’s really that stubborn. Despite, of how much she whined and complained to him that his mattress causes her a back ache and sprains her neck —-- because the springs poke into her like damn mini dicks – he still refuses to buy a new one.

She squeals happily and almost straddles him when he announces with a dimply loopy grin, “’Kay maybe we're buying it.” She clasps her hands together on top of her chest in awe of her boyfriend and grabs his cheeks to squish them and bring him for a kiss.

Unfortunately her happiness wasn’t meant to be last when the salesman told him about the price and yet again ...... he denied to buy it.

She grunts. Jumping back on her feet and tries to convince him, “Harry c’mon don’t be s' stubborn now -- bub.” The gentleness in her voice on the verge of cracking and exposing him the terrifying wild-cat side of her.

“And mattresses are life time investment -- you know?” Her tone sugary but the involuntary tap of her foot makes Harry arch a brow sceptically at her, she’s boiling from inside, ready to blast her lid away, “I’m not spending shit loads of money on some springs and goose gunk!” He whines throwing his arms in air and she couldn’t believe if that’s her Harry or some miser in his replacement.

“Feathers.” She corrects him and he mutters a ‘whatever’ under his breath so she inhales a huge nourishing puff of oxygen to think rationally and make him understand.

The intimacy of sleep.

Y/N loves the intimacy of sleep -- their bodies just sinking into the mattress and pillows, getting swallowed by cool sheets and warm blankets -- sharing a cuppa tea or biscuits before going to bed —-- snuggling like kittens or puppies into eachother -- low murmurs of breath and feathery I love yous. Waking up in the morning and having their skins kiss eachother, pray in eachother’s presence and love on eachother to make their every day special —-- cuddling till any of them really had to pee bad and eating breakfast in the bed. Getting it stained and one of them assures the other to not to worry about it and after when they couldn’t get rid of it – walking together to laundry.

Just the innocent intimacy of sharing a bed —-- it brings them together – makes them feel eachother —-- like they’re soaked into eachother.

Harry’s not being able to catch the point.

“Harry just imagine one day I wouldn’t wake up all tired and —--,” She’s now proper frowning and he cuts her off, “That’s from my cock Sweetheart.” She shakes her head and fists her hands by her sides to hold her back from wiping that damn smirk off his gorgeous face.

So, she continues, “And I wouldn’t even have to sneak from your arms every night and sleep on the couch, then come back in the morning –- you know how much I love cuddles ........” Harry’s jaw meets the floor at her newest revelation and she stops her rant mid-way when he gasps loudly and dramatically, She slaps her forehead because shit – this was a secret between her and their cat who used to give her judgemental stares every night.

“You what?” He squints his peepers narrow at her – hands on his hips and she shrugs mousey-ly, “It’s your fault ... I mean you’re the one who’s not buying a new mattress and not even letting me buy it.” Their argument heating up a tad and y/n just wants to push him on one these beds right now and knock some senses into him.

She gives him a horrified expression when he grumps curtly and forwards his palm, making a come heather motion, “Give me my cuddles back.” She huffs folding her arms infront of her chest and glares him --– craning her neck up to look at him —- for how fucking tall he’s from her and copies him.

“Then give me my kisses back –- including the one I just gave you right now, for no reason.” She tugs his cardigan angrily. His pupils blow away comically.

They both know that they’re behaving childish and it would take them an infinite amount of time to get what they’re asking for.

“Seriously?” He groans howlishly and she nods, quipping nonchalantly, “Yes seriously.”

Harry’s just finding excuses to not to buy a new mattress. He has money. He even likes it. It’s real comfy. He just is accustomed to getting his spine poked with springs.

“It’s useless to argue with you, ‘m going – follow me or I’ll kick your ass.” She warns him. Jabbing a finger at his chest and he squeaks rubbing the stinging spot and kisses his teeth, “Fine!”

She glances him from her shoulder and shouts an equally frustrated, “Fine!” barging through sliding doors and Harry tugs at his roots and kicks the foot of bed.

Though, when she’s towing her feet in the space of her threshold and letting her shoes fly to different spots messily, -- bolting up the stairs grumpily and crashes into the bed —-- she yawps squeakily and then nuzzles herself more into the mattress —-- because fuck she might be hallucinating about it ‐-- she’s that exhausted but when Harry comes leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile and thudding heart upon the bean sized sight of his baby –-- he’s carnating into heaven.

“Oh my god –-... what ...--- how? What the hell, Harry!!” She giggles jumping on their new mattress and ushers him closer, they hold hands tightly galloping on it as high as possible – Harry’s head hitting the ceiling each time -- they do a lil dance letting the bed creak and make funny noises.

Their laughter echoing against their walls and she slinks her elbows around the nook of his neck, pushes him down and makes them fall with a bounce.

He tickles his button nose up her cheek and murmurs against her skin pecking it, “Just when y’left – made me realise an empty bed would be worse than some goose-y one.” Her breath comes shuddery at that and her lips quivers up into a wet smile -- heart quops when he sighs lovingly pushing her closer to him.

“I love you lovie' more than any mattress —,” He nibbles at the fleshy inside of his cheek and leaves it to smudge his lips against hers, “—- I want to change mattresses fo’ you if it means -- we could do it till we're grey and wrinkly.” His calloused hand comes caring up her throat and moulds into her warm cheek – staring into her glinting eyes deeply ... with utmost affection and love, and devotion as if she hung the moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

His lips wets the corners of her petal like lips first then .. tastes her cupid bow before completely surrendering himself to her and kisses her passionately sipping her sweet noises of his name and her confessions of love for him; down his belly making him feel warm and bubbly.

They separate with a smooching noise and she grins against his chin, “You really talk some sexy shit, don’t you?” He pouts then breaks into a bunny grin –-- grunting when she shoves his shoulders down and straddles up his chest –- cradles his face and dots kisses down his temple to his sweet spot, takes his earlobe in her mouth and twirls it with her tongue.

“We deserve some good fucking, let’s inaugurate our new mattress.” He moans at that, “Fuck yes.” and paws at her hips hungrily but she smacks it away with a glower.

“This’s for being a bad boy at the store.”

Harry just knows. He’s about to get tortured to no orgasm or getting railed till he’s a crying mess, none in between.

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utanoprinces · 5 years

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Echoes from Once Upon a Time

A Story of the Emerald Dragon

(Note: This story largely revolves around death + loss! If this topic distresses you, I’d advise avoiding this installment! It also follows my past with Reiji in this au.)

“I want twins, my girl~ One of each. Won’t it be cute? The best.” She laughs. “T-twins? I don’t think I’m capable of that… That would be so much work.” He nuzzles her nose, breathing in her hazelnut scent. “You can do it. If anyone can, it’s you.” She kisses his nose… but then looks sad. “The curse… Reiji, they still haven’t found brides, Ran or Myu. Ai is struggling with his, too.” He brushes his claws through her hair, causing her to sigh. “They’ll find them. They will. And we can all live happily together.” “I hope so… …I love you.”

He opens his eyes, hand resting on cold, empty sheets, and he sighs. The ache in his chest still has not eased. Next time, he hopes they can succeed.

“Open your eyes.” “Wow! It’s covered in emeralds. It looks so ‘you’. A mirror, right? Thank you.” “Not just any mirror~” He opens the clasp and lifts it to show her. “Stay here and press this when you see something interesting happen.” “Um. Okay?” He teleports to his bedroom and draws a heart shape in the air in front of his wall mirror. It ripples and then a picture of her face appears. Her eyes go wide. “Reiji? What is this?” “Ai helped me set up the spell. Sometimes you disappear, ya know? And I never want to be parted from you, so… Now, anytime we want to see each other when we’re separated, we can contact each other with this.” She laughs warmly. “You know I disappear when I need time to myself right?” He pouts. “But I worry about you! What if you get lost in the caverns?” “Oh, all right. As if I could deny a face like that, you cutie.” He can’t resist teleporting again, right into her arms so he can kiss her. His heart feels so warm.

The echoes of her laughter fade and he burrows deeper into a pile of her clothes, a mound on top of his treasure hoard. It’s too soon. Too new. But no matter how many times he casts the spell, she won’t ever be on the other side again.

~~ “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” It’s not often that Ai is emotional, but for once, his face is twisted. His hair is a wild mess and pearls fall from his eyes as he weeps. Ranmaru feels extremely unsettled by the sight but admits that it’s not entirely unwarranted. If he had succeeded in seducing his princess, they may have had more time. Reiji would have had more time. Ranmaru glances at Camus. For once, they are not at each other’s throats. The grief oppressing the castle is too thick… and it would be disrespectful. They’re that mature, at least. Reiji opens the door to his room and stares at Ai, kneeling on the ground. “It wasn’t your fault. You can’t force love, Ai-Ai.” The youngest of them breaks into a wail. “She’s gone because I failed! I’ve doomed us all! This is my fault!” “Stop,” Reiji growls, and it silences Ai immediately. Reiji is never cross, never bitter. Even as her body turned to petals in his hands and blew away with the dawn wind, he was still trying to smile. But now his eyes are cold. His face blank. “Do you really have to make this about yourself? Just… stop.” He closes the door. Ai wipes his face and then disappears into nothingness, having gone to brood. Ranmaru sighs. Who knows how long it will take to recover…?

~~ He can’t bring himself to burn them, the drawings. Ten years worth of her practice, her efforts. He sees the shaky lines from her earlier work. The harsher colors and the funny proportions of his horns and his head. And why is he breathing a gold flame? She knew by then that he breathes silver, right? His hands shake. His thumb claw pierces the page and he quickly sets it down on her desk. He’s too scared to look at her latest. He’s afraid he’ll find unfinished works… ones that maybe had hope of completion at one time, but now will never see book or frame. “Why do you always want to draw me, kiddo?” “Because I love your horns! They’re so… twisty and sharp! Look.” She gets up on her knees and grabs his horns, running her fingers over the many ridges and flanges. She seems to remember herself then, flushing as she makes eye contact with only inches between them. He can’t resist breathing out the essence of morning glories, the tartness of pineapple. An energy one cannot exactly sense but only feel. She freezes as it overtakes her, eyelids fluttering, and he pulls her down into him, folding his lips into hers. It’s their first. She trembles, gripping his hair because it’s the only thing loose enough to hold and she was probably aware that if she tugged his clothes he’d tease her for it. If he had held back then, would she still be alive? He curses his impulsivity, gathers the drawings into a pile, and brings them to his hoard.

~~ “Reiji…” She sighs, hands sliding down the side of his head. He feels the softness of her body as she shifts to get comfortable on his neck. He’s thankful he’s not like Ranmaru, covered in spikes. It would make being this close so much harder. Her fingers move to stroke the curve of his jaw. “I want to spend forever with you, my emerald king.” His tail thrashes and he flexes his talons. “I’m prepared,” he speaks to her mind as softly as he can, “to give you half my life.” She stiffens and lifts her head. “What?” He blows out a cloud of Essence. “Do you know how long, how many ways, I’ve loved you, my girl?” Tiny, human tears drip onto his scales. He lifts his head so she slides down his neck onto his back. He turns to look at her, face covered by her hands. He noses them aside. “Don’t hide your face from me.” She’s crying, sobbing even. “You can’t… Are you serious? You really mean it?” He realizes what, exactly, he’s just said and suddenly he’s small and human and she’s straddling his belly. His face is burning. “I! Meant to do that a bit more properly!” “That’s not the problem!” She lightly smacks his chest. “You!! Want to marry me? For real?” He grabs her hands so she stops hitting him and breathes a curl of silver smoke at her. “Of course I do.” “Reiji!” He laughs as she throws her arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest. He’s over it now, for the most part. The passage of five decades has a way of numbing the pain, not to mention burying everything that was solely hers beneath his entire hoard…locked beneath vines he’s too nervous to question the cause for. The only things he leaves are ones that might have use for a future bride. Some unworn clothes. Empty parchment. The… mirror. That’s not to say he’s forgotten. No, as if he could forget the happiness he felt with her. She was always particularly sensitive to his Essence, falling limp and dizzy in his arms if he got too heated. So cute. On solstice nights he feels it the strongest–when Fae magic fills the valleys surrounding the mountain. He sits on one of the towers, wings hanging down like great, viridian sails, and allows his heart to yearn for the soft touch at his cheek. The sounds of sleeping breaths. The intimacy of being wrapped up in each other for sleep whenever he wanted. Perhaps, someday, he can find that again.

~~ There is a sound few people have heard… and those that have can rarely find the words to describe it fully. 'Imagine the sound of pain concentrated to its utmost form,’ they might say, but does that even tell you anything? It was a winter morning when an agonized cry reverberated through the valley, shaking the mountain to its core. A roar, deafeningly loud and raw enough that you could hear the vocal cords scraping. It was lanced through with the cries of a man. Two voices, intertwined and made up of a single emotion: heart-shattering anguish. The other three teleported themselves to the tower the moment they could hear again, already fearing what they knew in their hearts to be true. Ai had just finished explaining that his princess had left, deciding to chance the caves in the hopes she could escape him. Perhaps it was that fact that sealed the fate of Reiji’s wife.

They find him in his room, wings thrashing the air as he beats his tail on the ground. Molten silver pours from his eyes and he whips his head back and forth. They enter, Ranmaru moving towards the lump that Reiji is hunched over. A voice erupts in their minds. “Don’t touch her! I’ll kill you if you touch her!” “What’s happened?” Camus calls over the continuing roars and crashes of Reiji’s hoard slamming against the walls like a violent sea. Ranmaru moves a bit closer, despite Reiji snapping his teeth. He tries to get a better look but Reiji reveals the truth before he can peer around his talons. He pulls her limp body up to his chest, cradling it like it’s made of glass. Her head lolls to the side, hair falling away to reveal that her lips are blue. Ranmaru closes his eyes, sinking to the floor. Ai begins to look worried. “What…” “She’s dead,” Ranmaru says. Another roaring cry shakes the castle. Ranmaru winces from the pain. “How?” Camus asks, voice taut. “Why? The curse… We were moving forward within the parameters…” Reiji suddenly goes still and silent. Smoke pours from him as he shrinks. When it clears, he’s holding her body to his chest, weeping. Ai grits his teeth and sobs once. Ranmaru and Camus look at him questioningly. His shoulders shake. “She was… with child,” he whispers in a horrified, awed tone, almost as if he’s only just realized it. The room is silent save for Reiji’s choking wails. Ai shakes his head. “She asked me for a spell to lessen nausea. I didn’t think anything of it at the time.” “Reiji…” Ranmaru asks roughly, turning to look at him. Reiji cups her head, claws running through her hair. He looks up at Ranmaru, eyes red-rimmed and swollen. His lip trembles as he breathes. “…twins. We were going to have twins.” His face crumples in despair, hanging over her as silver drops coalesce on her skin and form rivulets.

The others share hollow looks between them…

…and they know it will be a long time before any of them can try again.

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#uta no prince sama #utapri #dragon au #dragon!QN #dragon!reiji #warning that this is incredibly angsty!!#I wrote it a long long time ago #but I pwomise Reiji gets a happy ending! please trust me I love him more than anything I'll never leave him sad #love that mobile completely nuked the formatting of this

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caroline-min-max · 6 years

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Broken Bunny

Min was bewildered when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps pounding through the house. Max called his name, then running to him when he answered. Under each arm was one of their six year old identical twin daughters Elsie and Tillie. Elsie was crying while Tillie looked panicked.

“Is Caroline home yet?” Max panted.

“No…” Min answered, concerned when Max looked relived.

“Take the girls out for a few hours,” Max said as he set them down, the girls holding his hands once their feet were on the floor. Elsie pressed her face into his side.

“What happened?” Min already dreaded the answer. This obviously wasn’t good.

“I broke Mommy’s rabbit!” Elsie wailed.

“She just wanted to look it!” Tillie tried to defend.

All the color left Min’s face. “Not the one Jervis gave her?” he asked Max, needing to sit down a moment when his twin nodded. “Is it bad?” he asked when they walked in front of him, holding Elsie close to comfort her when she sat on his lap. Tears were still pouring from her eyes.

“I haven’t taken a good look at it but I think so,” Max answered. “I’ll try to fix it. I just don’t want the girls in the house when Caroline finds out.”

Min understood. There was already so much resentment their lover had for their children that this could be the breaking point. She’d come dangerously close to losing her temper and smacking one of the girls that they didn’t want to risk it.

After taking a deep breath Min stood up. He kept the weepy Elsie in his arms. “Lets go, Tillie,” he said, she hesitant to let go of Max’s hand.

“Will you be OK, Dad?” Tillie asked as she looked up at him. “Mom’s going to be really mad.”

Max forced a smile. “Don’t worry; I’ll handle it.”

Tillie lingered a moment longer before she left with Min and her sister. Max returned slowly to the bedroom he shared with Min and Caroline where he’d heard the break and his daughters scream only minutes before. He was silently praying his memory was faulty from the brief glimpse he took at the rabbit, that the damage was actually minimal.

There under a high shelf laid a priceless White Rabbit statue gifted to Caroline from Jervis as an “Unbirthday Present”. He and Min had rolled his eyes but Caroline had been thrilled, thinking it was sweet. It was a prized possession that she enjoyed looking at and always dusted with the utmost care.

Now the Queen of Hearts messenger had his horn broken off at his fingers. Both ears had been severed and there were various cracks on his body. Max realized he was in over his head; he needed outside help to fix this.

Picking up every last little piece and fragment he could find Max careful retrieved the poor rabbit‘s body and wrapped it up. Swallowing his pride he got ready to be belittled and talked down to for such a mishap to happened under his supervision. He phoned Jervis to ask if he knew where to take the statue for restoration.

Much to his surprise Jervis was understanding. While he was saddened a gift he’d given with love had met such a fate “children will be children”. He knew just the place for Max to try, the younger man thanking him before hanging up. He left a note for Caroline in case she returned and took his leave.

Caroline was already home when Max came back home. She greeted him at the door, giving him a hug and a kiss. She was actually quite happy to return to an empty and quiet house, in a good mood. While there was a promise no acts of intimacy were allowed unless both twins were with Caroline she was going to try and get as much affection as she could out of Max.

“Caroline,” Max said firmly as he placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her from continuing. “I have to tell you something…” He looked at her with pained eyes.

“What is it?” Caroline asked, already sensing she wasn’t going to like this. She knew it was strange to come home like this with a note from Max saying he’d be back soon and to wait for him.

“Lets sit down.”

“Max, you’re scaring me!” Caroline said as she followed him into the living room.

“I’m sorry,” Max said as they sat down next to each other, he turning sideways and grabbing her hands. He took a deep breath. “Honey Bunny… The girls broke the White Rabbit statue that Jervis gave you.” He wasn’t going to single out Elsie. He didn’t want to risk Caroline starting to treat one girl differently than the other. It was hard enough how she acted towards them already.

“WHAT?!” Caroline screamed, pulling her hands away from Max as she leaped to her feet. “GO GET A BELT.” Those girls had been coddled enough with their lax discipline. She was going to let them have it when they came back. “WHERE ARE THEY NOW?! Her voice was thick with hate. She scowled and clenched her fists, pure fury in her eyes as she shook.

“They’re out with Min,” Max said calmly as he stood. He didn’t ask where Min had intended to take them on purpose. “Please calm down. I took it in to get repaired.”

“Is it like Humpty Dumpty or can it be fix?” Caroline asked quickly. She had to know.

Max hesitated. He wasn’t going to lie to Caroline but wording it in ways not to escalate her anger was tricky. “He thinks he can. He said the horn is going to be the most difficult.”

Caroline let out a cry of rage, tugging on her ears. “Of all the things! How did they even get to it?!”

“I think they crawled up on the dresser and lost their balance.” Max hadn’t been able to get a straight answer out of the blubbering Elsie and Tillie didn’t want to say much to get them into more trouble. He had noticed that some of the cosmetics Caroline kept out had been moved to the side so as not to be damaged.

“They went that far to break something of mine?!” Caroline stomped so hard on the floor repeatedly that Max noticed the coffee table move over a few centimeters. “Well I can play that game!” She said as stormed out of the room.

“WAIT!” Max ran after Caroline, grabbing her as gently as he could around her middle to stop her.

“Max, you let me go!” Caroline commanded as she pulled at his arms.

“I know you’re upset but don’t do this!” Max had no choice but to strengthen his grip. “The girls know they did wrong! They’ll apologize, and we’ll punish them, but don’t wreck anything of theirs!” he begged desperately. He could easily see Caroline going on a destructive tirade in their room.

“‘An eye for an eye, too for a tooth’, right?” Caroline quite liked that old saying.

“They’re six!” Max reminded.

“They’re almost seven!” Caroline argued back.

“CAROLINE!” Max shouted her name, startling her so much that she froze. He turned her around to look at him, cupping her face in his hands. He wasn’t without sympathy for his girlfriend, his stomach dropping when he saw there were tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Caroline…” He said softly. “Min and I should have been watching them better,”

Tears ran down Caroline’s cheeks as she broke into a sob, Max holding her tightly when she hugged him. “I really loved that rabbit.”

“I know…” Max replied, trying not to think about how that love for an intimate object was probably stronger than for her own children. He rubbed her back.

“Is it really too much to ask that they stay out of ONE room of the house and not touch anything in it?” Caroline knew she was terrible at this but felt it wasn’t unreasonable to want a space free from her children’s intrusion.

“No,” Max answered, Caroline feeling better to know she was at least right in that regard. “We’ll talk to them and make them understand that.”

“You talk to them. I don’t ever want to look at them again.”

“We have to do it together as their parents. You calm down the rest of the day and we’ll do it tomorrow, OK?”

Caroline didn’t answer, clinging to his suit instead. It seemed he’d manage to defuse the situation enough so Max continued to hold her in silence, petting her hair and rubbing her ears. In some ways it was like having three children in the house. Becoming a mother had shown how immature Caroline still was in so many ways. Resorting to fury and violence worked just fine with criminal activities but was frightening when it came to parenting.

Upon arriving home Min had Elsie and Tillie wait outside on the steps as he slowly made his way inside. He wanted to call for Max but knew what a bad idea that would be with Caroline’s keen hearing.

Luckily Max was nearby. He’d been waiting for Min to come home. He’d started for the door the moment he’d heard it opening.

“Is Caroline home?” Min whispered.

Max nodded. “I think she’ll stay in our room the rest of the of the day but we should still try and keep the girls out of her sight. I think she’ll be able to talk to them tomorrow.”

Min sighed in relief. “Good job, Max.” He could only imagine the kind of breakdown Caroline had upon hearing the news.

“You went shopping?” Max asked, noticing a dark colored bag in Min’s hand.

“Yeah…” Min looked uneasy. “It was Elsie’s idea but I don’t know how Caroline’s going to respond…”

No one was looking forward to the chat that had to happened. While Min and Max’s main priority had been getting their daughters out of harm’s way Min made it clear they were both in big trouble once he’d driven them to safety. A delayed punishment may not be the best act of parenting but they didn’t have much other choice.

The entire family was sitting in the living room the next day. Caroline had the armchair to herself while Elsie and Tillie sat between their fathers on the couch. There was tension in the air, none of them sure where to begin.

Caroline sighed. Of course she would have to take initiative as the head of the family. “Girls,” she said suddenly as she cross her arms, the single word making both of them wince and Elsie’s eyes go wide with fear. “You know that I want you to stay out of your fathers’ and my bedroom, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tillie answered while Elsie nodded.

“Why did you go in?”

“We wanted to see that bunny,” Tillie answered matter-of-factly.

“Why didn’t you ask?” That’s all they had to do. It was simple. How could they not have?

“We were going to look at real fast but then Elsie fell!”

“It was an accident!” Elsie finally spoke up.

“That doesn’t matter,” Caroline said curtly. “Accident or not you hurt your mother very much. When I was your age I had nearly nothing. My clothes were all worn out with holes, my shoes were falling apart, and don’t even think for a moment I had much when it came to toys. I checked out books constantly to pass the time. It means even more to me when I’m given gifts. Your Uncle Jervis is a dear friend to this family so I treasured that White Rabbit. It’s a very special feeling you get when someone buys you something because it reminded them of you.” She hoped the girls could understand what she was saying.

Elsie and Tillie were bright. They could follow and would ask their dads questions later if need be, like always. At the moment they were having a hard enough time responding when they needed to, Caroline looking more like an emperor who would give a thumbs up or down as to whether they’d be fed to lions or not rather than their mother.

“How long until it’s repaired, Max?” Caroline asked, catching him off guard.

“Er…” Max had to think. “He had some other projects ahead of yours. Depending on how well it stays together he thought a few weeks.”

“Then that’s how long the girls are grounded,” Caroline announced. That sounded fair. “No TV, no coloring books, no dollhouse, no dessert, extra chores, and you’ll be going to bed a half hour early.” She made sure to target the indoor activities, not wanting to discourage them from going outside to play and giving her some moments of peace.

It was a hefty punishment. The worst the girls had ever received by far but they weren’t going to argue. Elsie had been positive she and Tillie were going to die.

“Do you have something you want to tell you mother?” Min urged the girls.

“We’re sorry,” they said together.

“Hmph…” Caroline doubted that. “I appreciate your apology but it still hurts me a bit too much to forgive you right now. You both can prove it to me by never damaging my belongings again.”

A few days later Caroline was in the study. She was relaxing in the large chair, legs stretched out with her feet on the hassock, and her readers on as she entertained herself with a book.

She was so comfortable, scowling when she heard a knock on the door frame. Her frown deepened when she looked up to see not just Min and Max but her children looking in as well. She sighed and put down the book, hoping it would be quick.

“Go ahead,” Max urged, giving his daughter a gentle nudge. He and Min were just as nervous about how this was going to go, hoping Caroline would at the very least appreciate the gesture.

Tillie was the first to step forward. Elsie soon followed, hands behind her back, obviously holding something. Caroline could already feel her patience wearing thin. This had better be worth her time.

“We made you something, Mommy!” Elsie said.

“Did you?” Caroline put her feet down and sat on the edge of the chair, leaning forward towards them. She raised an eyebrow when the girls just nervously stared back at her, not saying or doing anything more.

“Show her!” Tillie hissed.

Elsie timidly came closer to Caroline, revealing she was holding a crudely made White Rabbit that seemed to be a poor imitation of the one she and her sister had nearly destroyed. “We made you a new one!” she said proudly. “Tillie scalped-”

“Sculpted,” Min corrected gently.

“Tillie sculpted it and I painted! Our teachers let us use the oven at school!” Elsie informed, forgetting it was called a ‘kiln’. “You have to be careful with it, though!”

“Now you’re worried about that?” Caroline snapped, making Elsie flinch away.

Caroline straightened up in her chair, narrowing her eyes as she took the rabbit from Elsie. Up close it was even more hideous. The eyes were uneven and one pupil was bigger than the other. The ears weren’t the same size. The horn looked like a metal detector. She had no idea what Elsie was thinking when she chose the colors; had she forgotten the ones on the original? Hot pink hearts looked so out of place.

It looks like it was made by six-year-olds; that’s what she wanted to say. It felt like an insult to think this crude sculpture made out of clay could come anything close to the beautiful porcelain masterpiece Jervis had given her.

Still holding her tongue, Caroline looked at the doorway and saw Max mouth “please” at her, Min’s hands folded in a praying gesture. They seemed to know just what she was thinking. She gazed by down at her girls.

Those homely, freckled little faces with nasty overbites… They weren’t at all pleasant to look at. Caroline’s pregnancy had them all nervous as to just how the babies would turn out. It seemed her rabbit DNA had been completely rejected, resulting in two little red headed girls who resembled their dads so much it was unsettling.

Caroline felt so much disdain. She saw nothing of herself, FELT nothing, as she continued to stare at Elsie and Tillie. There was no connection at all. Why should she accept this abomination just to make them feel better? She was still crying over what happened. She was still…

The horrible thoughts Caroline was having came at a standstill when she made eye contact with Elsie’s hopeful eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that Caroline used to have, the only part of her that the girls got. She recognized that look in them. Desperate for approval, longing to hear praise and that she’d done something right.

It made Caroline’s heart ache.

“You…” The moment Caroline began speaking Min and Max’s hearts leapt into their throats as Elsie and Tillie straightened their postures. “You both obviously worked very hard on this.” It occurred to Caroline they must be old enough after all to understand the gravity of what they’d done if it had remained on their minds long enough for them to make this. That was as close as she could come to compliment, however. “Thank you.”

Elsie and Tillie smiled at each other happily as their dad’s pulses returned to normal. That had been the most anxiety inducing moments of their entire lives. Although temperamental and unable to relate to her girls at their current age they knew Caroline wasn’t heartless. They hoped that kindness they knew she had within her would come through.

“Do you really like it?” Tillie asked skeptically after thinking it over.

“I appreciate the thought that you put into it,” Caroline answered, hoping that would put an end to it. “This was a nice gesture and I think I can accept your apology now.”

That was good enough. It was more than what they usually got from their mom and she did seem sincere.

It was agonizing waiting to hear back about her statue. Caroline pounced on the phone every time it rang, any wrong numbers feeling her wrath. Just like Max had estimated it was weeks later when she got the call that she was waiting for.

This frightened Min and Max all over again. They were afraid the still healing wound would be ripped wide open again if the repair job didn’t meet her satisfaction. Caroline knew her beloved statue too well not to notice areas where there were traces of the breaks but overall it turned out better than she expected.

Min was walking down the hall when he noticed Caroline leaving their room with a step ladder. “Do you need help, Honey Bunny?” he asked as he picked up his pace and walked towards her.

“No thank you,” Caroline answered. “I put my rabbit back. I’d prefer if absolutely no one but me ever touches that shelf again.” She continued on her way to put the stepladder back in the closet.

Wanting to see it back in its proper place Min entered the bedroom. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he ran out of the room. He found Elsie and Tillie first, then getting Max to join them.

The girls were hesitant to enter their parents bedroom when Min guided them to it, Elsie stopping dead in her tracks. Min scooped her up and carried her, Max following suit with Tillie. He felt Tillie tremble in his arms, hoping what Min wanted to show them was worth it.

“Look what your mother did!” Min said excitedly as he pointed at the small shelf that was the White Rabbit statue’s place of honor. Only this time it wasn’t alone. Sharing the space was the clay White Rabbit that they had made in its image.

“Wow!” Elsie exclaimed.

“She liked it THAT much?!” Tillie said in disbelief.

No one had seen the White Rabbit Elsie and Tillie had made since they gave it to Caroline, Min and Max certain she’d thrown it away. After looking at the two rabbits together Min and Max placed their daughters down to let them resume playing again.

��That was nice of you but you’d better get it down before Caroline sees,” Max said to Min once the girls had gone.

“It wasn’t me,” Min replied. “I swear Caroline did.”

Max was stunned. While it did puzzle both men as to what exactly Caroline’s feelings were with treating Elsie and Tillie’s gift in such high regard they weren’t going to question it.

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3rd December - CtC’17

King!Noctis cheating on fem!S/O Part 2

Hey guys! For today I finally decided to drop the second part of the cheating fic for Noctis.

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Gladio cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Words: 4k

Genre: Drama, broken-hearted, trying to heal, sadness, misfortune, someone tries to get revenge, (broken) family life

Spoilers: Don’t think so

Trigger warning: cheating, suicide attempt, depression, self-harm/self-destruction, breakdown (it’s in the tags, too)

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! The entire part is below the read more.

Over the past years, a lot changed for the worse. The only bright thing left in their relationship was their baby, Noctis' heir. The pregnancy wasn't easy, his S/O couldn't enjoy it nearly as much as she ever imagined. All kinds of symptoms overwhelmed her to no end over months. While Noctis was around almost the entire time, barely left for business trips, their marriage was crumbling with each day. She could no longer look into his eyes, couldn't believe anything he said. And he couldn't find ways to make up for his behavior. Every time they ate dinner, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. They had no words left for one another. Sometimes his wife began to cry, right out of nowhere, but there was nothing he could do about it. To say she was unhappy would be an underestimation. She was broken, recalling what she witnessed while bearing their love child, his heir.

On rare occasions she tried to harm herself, tore hair out, cut her skin open - being with him, seeing him every day worsened her condition greatly. It didn't help that they had to maintain a glowing, happy façade for the public. No one was allowed to know that the king chose to cheat on his wife. She wasn't allowed to leave either. By contract, Noctis would have to lock her away if she would try to run off or leave him anyhow. That way they ensured family-intruders wouldn't be able to share royal secrets to the mass out of spite of anything. His clean image was of utmost importance. When his S/O signed that contract, she never considered him cheating an option, back then, she didn't worry about it.

But now she was trapped.

As they announced their pregnancy in front of a huge crowd, were being filmed for television, too, people pointed out that they could see cuts on their queen's arms. Her sleeve rose just enough for a few to be revealed. Even though they cheered for the soon-to-be-born heir, they were worried for their queen. So worried that she had to release a statement video, blatantly lie in everyone's faces that it was an accident, that she was helping gardeners and cut herself with a pair of scissors. To give the video a positive touch, she revealed their baby's gender: a male. They were expecting a son. And while all insomnia celebrated the baby, speculated about possible names, the queen just wanted to end it all.

Her depression became worse every day. Noctis surely noticed, tried to fix it by giving her little gifts every now and then.. But that didn't help. He stopped inviting that woman - any women - over, wanted his wife to know that he loved her and only desired her.. But she refused to let him touch her. Throughout the entire pregnancy, they didn't share any physical intimacy - actually, they no longer shared any kind of intimacy.

Even as she gave birth, her heart was frozen. She couldn't be happy about their son, Aidan, being born. Although the little bean was undoubtedly cute and very adorable, it just reminded her of Noctis and their failed attempt at being a married couple. His S/O often blamed herself for it, called herself foolish for getting married to a king so soon. But she was convinced he loved her unconditionally which was why she agreed to it.

Now that their baby was born, they were forced to spend more time together, both had to take part in caring for him. She could no longer dodge her husband. They spoke about their little baby: how to raise him, what he'd look like in the future, what his first word might be. Eventually, they ended up speaking about the whole cheating ordeal. He sincerely wanted to apologize, took her out to dinner, planned multiple dates. Feeling lonely and drained of all kinds of affection, the queen reluctantly agreed. She knew she wouldn't be able to live this lie for forever, her last bit of hope clung to fixing their marriage - for their baby boy, for the kingdom. When she signed that marriage contract, she had given up her last bits of selfishness and replaced it with selflessness, trying to fix what they had was the last thing she could do.

It took them another year to finally kiss again and on Aidan's second birthday, she gave in to temptation, had sex with him. Sleeping with him let her mind wander off, made her feel something when she usually felt empty. It had little to no meaning to her, was really just a distraction. But even then, their relationship was still a mess.

Noctis' S/O was still heavily depressed, still relied on antidepressants to lift her mood anyhow. At least she learned to enjoy spending time with their son and the couple mastered pretending to be happy. Everyone was pleased with their appearances, especially when they brought their son. After the queen slowly, physically opened up to her husband again, they also chose to share public kisses - it was all to maintain that façade. Together, they even worked on the queen's health. Noctis ensured only the best doctors would counsel her. He sincerely wanted his wife to get better. Her self-harming actions didn't stay unnoticed but when asked about it, she was quick to change the subject. But, eventually, she began to get better. On top of that, their relationship sparked up just a little. It was their son who brought them closer together again.

Nonetheless, the queen was - by far - not ready to forgive the king, her life was still in shambles and she was still in the process of healing. What they had was more of a friends with benefits relationship, not one lovers would share. At least, they were improving for their son. Aidan was their motivation to get better. He was supposed to grow up in a healthy family environment. He wasn’t supposed to know his parents were struggling to stay together. And so far, it worked well. The little bean was growing steadily and loved spending time with his parents.

It was when Noctis' affair revealed how he cheated on his wife that it all began to collapse again. Newspapers wrote about it, TV channels broadcasted it, showed the king's and queen's top 10 appearances as a couple to reminiscence about the past, paparazzi were waiting at the entrance of the citadel for one of them to give a statement. And juicy details, including pictures, were released as well.

That was when his S/O had a breakdown.

A lot of details were too much for her; she didn't want to know how many times and where Noctis cheated on her. Nor did she want to see pictures of it. But they existed.. And they were dragged through all media. Although they were censored, she couldn't avoid them. So hard had she tried to suppress her sadness over it, fake a happiness that didn't exist anymore, that was now overwhelming her. Magazines even compare the queen's body to the affair's, some dared to make it seem like it was her fault.

This went on for days before Noctis finally released a public statement concerning this scandal. He admitted to it, apologized to his wife, begged for privacy and announced he would sue his affair. It wasn't satisfying anyone. They all wanted more juicy information, reasons why, wanted more details to gossip about. The nation ended up demanding a statement from his wife, wanted to know how she was handling the situation. But she couldn't do it. Talking about how she wasn't good enough would only make her feel worse again. On top of that, she simply didn't want people to know how much she was suffering.

By the time all photos were taken off the web and magazines who printed them were sued, a video spread. It was filmed out of Noctis' point of view, he wasn't on it.. But she clearly recognized his moans. The queen wasn't too fond of the internet anymore, didn't even use it since his cheating was revealed but someone directly sent the video to her. She watched it, froze all over again.

Every doubt, every stinging heartache returned.

Aidan was a smart toddler, he noticed that his mother wasn't doing good just as much as he saw his father tensing up around everyone. There was no fooling the little boy. He was incredibly alerted when, instead of his parents, only his dad or a nanny took him to bed. His mother almost vanished from his life. He sure missed spending more time with her - and she sure missed him.. But she stopped functioning. The queen canceled all appearances, didn't leave the citadel anymore because she relapsed. It wasn't the video that drove her over the edge, it was the accusation that Noctis last cheated on his wife eight months ago. True or not, she couldn't stand the thought that her husband cheated on her again - even after knowing how hard it hit her before. While the sex tape was deleted within an hour and the uploader sued as well, it only provided so much comfort for Noctis. It didn't help his S/O cope. The king was being dragged for how he could cheat on such a wonderful person all over the world. He was shamed by everyone. People wondered how the queen contemplated going on but they never got a proper response. The love she felt for her little family, her son and Noctis, was immense.. But not big enough to stop her from having suicidal thoughts. Actually, she hated herself for still loving Noctis. His scent, his eyes, his voice, his gentle touches. Aside from him cheating, everything about him seemed so perfect to her.

When someone snuck into their garden while she was playing in it with their son, asking her about the cheating, forcing a camera into her face along with the photos, she lost it. She ticked off. Luckily, guards brought the intruders out before she was forced to reply. Nonetheless, that was the last bit she needed to completely sink into darkness. The constant reminder of being the first queen to have been cheated on in all history sure felt bad. It made her feel worthless. It wasn't something she wanted to be known for. Especially the rumors that he last cheated on her eight months ago just made it worse. It added to the feeling because Noctis was very well aware of her state back then. And if he chose to cheat, that meant he didn't respect her, simply didn't care about her. Overthinking this made her heart ache. Unfortunately, no one knew that, though. Eventually, when she brought her son to bed that night, she settled for it being their final goodbye. She couldn't take it anymore. The blaming, the constant comparing, the ongoing reminders of better times, the shame, the sadness, the feeling of not being good enough.

Even though most of her friends reached out to her, noticed that with each passing day, her face looked emptier, she didn't want to be a burden to them, didn't share her struggles. And Noctis wasn't home when she decided that her life would have to end. All day long, she had been feeling utterly terrible. Her depression, her negativity, and endless sadness got the best of her. Lastly, she believed Noctis would be happier with someone else.

She didn't want to be a burden to her own family anymore.

So with teary eyes, she headed into the bedroom, then the bathroom she shared with her husband for so many years. Thoughts were running through her head that no one beside her could understand. Looking at herself in the mirror upset her. The scars on her wrist suddenly made her feel so stupid, those were flaws she could no longer get rid of. And her face.. She began to hate her face. The wrinkles, the birthmarks, the unclear skin, how unaligned her eyes were compared to Noctis' affair.. The queen felt ugly, unworthy. All her progress had been thrown into trash within a short time frame. Her self-esteem was heavily damaged, her self-worth, too.

She saw no other way out. She wanted to die.

Unable to stand her own reflection, she slammed her fist against the mirror in front of her, breaking it into pieces before breaking down entirely. A kneejerk reaction. Taking a razor blade, she placed it on her wrist. Her body was shaking, tears were dropping onto her clothes. She was overthinking. From the moment she first met Noctis, to when they had their first date, kissed and ended up dating. They were so happy. His proposal, their wedding, their honeymoon, making love, traveling.

"What made him lose his interest in me? What made me so worthless?" she thought to herself, crying, "Why wasn't I good enough?"

How hard they tried to conceive, all the struggles, obstacles they overcame. And then she was pregnant. And found out he cheated. Repeatedly. Remembering how he slept with that woman, all the pictures, the video, the details, the entire scene, grossed her out, depressed her. Her life was merely a hollow shell of what it used to be. She didn't want this anymore. While all kinds of thoughts ran through her mind, she started pushing the blade into her skin, blood was quick to run. In the end, she pulled through, tore her skin open with it. Groaning, she sunk to the ground, in tears. With the little feeling left in her other hand, she prepared to tear her other wrist open. Just when she pushed it through her flesh, a familiar voice spoke to her.

"What're you doing!?" Noctis shouted out of nowhere, suddenly standing in the doorframe.

Glancing up at him, she started sobbing. She could hardly make out his frame, her vision was too blurry from her own tears.

"What is he doing here" she wondered to herself, "He was supposed to be traveling until tomorrow.."

"Guards! Call the nurse!" he screamed as he stormed towards his wife, hoping that the guards in front of their room heard, "Hurry the fuck up!"

"Shit.. What're.-.. Holy astrals.." he mumbled, ripping the razor blade from her and quickly taking a towel, anything to press against her wound, "By the astrals.."

Before she could say another word, he wrapped an arm around her, pulled her into a hug while his other hand applied pressure to her wound. She was beginning to lose consciousness as blood ran out of her wound, soaking the towel fairly quick.

"(Y/N).. I love you so much, so fucking much, please.. Please stay with me" he begged, whined, cried into her neck.

"I-.." she wanted to reply but her body was already too weak.

"The nurse will be here in a moment, please, please stay awake. Think of Aidan. Please think of your son, he loves you - he needs you" Noctis rambled on, holding her tight against his chest.

Her breathing began to shallow while her body was in panic mode - her heart raced.

"I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I was being such a fool. I'm sorry I did this. This is all my fault.. I know-. I.. Shit, please stay with me" he whispered, crying into her neck, "Aidan needs you. I need you."

Tears still ran down her face, occasional sobs escaped her mouth but she couldn't speak. Her mouth ran dry.

"Please.. I love you" he begged her but with each moment passing by, her body grew limper in his arms.

She was close to losing her consciousness.

By the time the nurse rushed in, about 7 minutes had passed. It didn't look too bright at first, she had lost a huge amount of blood. But she was okay. The nurse sewed her cuts on the scene, then she was transitioned to the royal hospital - a large room in the basement of the citadel. Usually, she would've been transmitted to an actual hospital but for the sake of privacy, a doctor was called over to their citadel instead. The stitches weren't final yet, were just a temporary solution that had to be re-done by an actual doctor. He sewed her cut again, bandaged her wrists right after and gave her sleeping medicine while watching her stats on various monitors to ensure she was stable. While she was sleeping, Noctis stayed by her side. Not once did he leave her. In hopes she'd know he was with her, he clutched onto her hands carefully. Even Aidan awoke in the middle of the night. He didn't see his mother's injury but he noticed she was taken to the hospital. Of course, he wanted to join, nagged Noctis until he brought him down here.

So now their son was sleeping beside his mother on a chair, cuddled up with his favorite plushy's and blankets. Noctis, on the other hand, couldn't catch any sleep.

For the past three days in which his wife stayed unconscious, he didn't sleep a single hour. At most dozed off for a few minutes. He neglected all his royal duties just to stay with her. Noctis had to see her wake up, had to see that she was okay. Doctors even spoke about permanent damage the blood loss might've caused but fortunately, the queen remained unharmed. The only permanent damage she'd take were the scars from her actions.

When she first began to open her eyes, Noctis breath hitched, his mouth falling agape. For a few moments, she didn't realize where she was nor what was going on, didn't remember what she did that night. It was when she saw Noctis' tears that she broke down herself. She remembered that she attempted suicide and that he showed up last minute.

"I'm so sorry" he repeatedly whispered, gently pulling his wife into his arms as he sobbed "I love you so much."

Her mouth was beyond dry by now, she couldn't speak yet, only hugged him back and cried in his neck. She felt ashamed of her actions but couldn't quite tell if she was relieved or sad that she survived. The smile of her little toddler gave her the answer: she was relieved. Seeing her small bundle of joy wobble towards her and climbing up the hospital bed only so he could hug her made her break into a complete waterfall.

"Mommy! You're awake" he proclaimed, hugging her gently, "I missed you."

Slowly lifting her bandaged arms, his mother hugged him back, pressing his little body against hers tightly.

"I missed you, too" she whispered into his ear, wiping her tears away in the process.

"When can we play outside again?" he asked right away, slowly sitting down on his mom's legs.

Unsure of what to say, she glanced at Noctis for help.

"Mom will take a few more days to recover, she needs to take it slow" he jumped in, quickly wiping some of his tears away with his sleeve, "But we could play some later if you want, champ."

Before their son could react anyhow, the queen hopped in: "You're off..?"

"I'm off all month - I.. I wanted to be with my family" he explained, smiling softly.

"Yeah! Let's play hide'n'seek!" Aiden proclaimed, turning around to look at his dad, "But.. Daddy why are you crying, too? Mommy is happy but.. Are you sad?"

"No, no Aiden, I'm very, very happy" Noctis elaborated, smiling softly as his son frowned in confusion.

"It's called happy tears, remember?" the queen reminded her son, running a hand through his dark locks.

"Ooh, yeah, happy tears" he nodded, suddenly understanding.

A few moments of complete and utter silence followed. Noctis held on to his wife's hand whenever he could, smiled softly at his little family that was so close to breaking. The queen tried to hold back her tears, tried to keep from apologizing a trillion times and instead took in the moment. Little Aiden didn't understand the outburst. To him, his mother had just been asleep for a few days - probably from exhaustion. No one mentioned a suicide attempt or any injuries to him - he wasn't supposed to know, not yet, not ever. Nonetheless, he was happy to see his mother.

Just when Noctis started embracing the most treasured and loved people in his life, nurses and the doctor came in. Even they were visibly relieved that the queen had finally awoken. The country would really be at a loss if it weren't for her immense efforts.. And of course Noctis', too.

Over the course of the next weeks, together as a family, they worked on improving themselves. Noctis and his wife had a sincere talk about what went on. For once, she wanted all the details, the entire truth. Turns out the affair really did lie about certain aspects. However, the videos and photos were foolishly taken by the king himself. Nonetheless, his affair was rotting in prison for bad mouthing and spreading media despite not being allowed to. The queen in return opened up to her husband, shared her troubles and internal fights with him, all of them, the worries in her head, the voices, how media got to her and she could no longer find a way to trust him entirely.

And he understood. She didn't need to mention wanting to break free from her duty as queen and wife of him, he knew.

Because he truly loved her, didn't ever want to hurt her again and much less wanted to torture her by forcing her to be with him, he decided to go against the contract the kings before him set that both his wife and him signed.

He let her go. Partly.

It was easier said than done. While they agreed on separating as lovers, he couldn't just let her get out of her queen status. His wife had been coronated, there was no way to undo that. All he could do was take over her duties so she wouldn't have to worry about them - but she had to stay the queen on the papers. For now. It wasn't as easy as a normal couple getting a divorce. They couldn't do it. Lawyers checked, Ignis checked, he triple checked. It was impossible. However, Noctis assured her that it was only on the papers. That she could go and live with whomever she wanted to soon. And that soon came faster than she ever thought it would.

Once a couple months had passed and journalists weren't glued to the citadel anymore, she left. After so many years of being together, it sure wasn't easy to turn her back to her beloved ex. Just because they separated doesn't mean she didn't harbor the slightest feelings for him anymore. Noctis still meant the world to her and so did Aiden. But she knew she had to set sail - at least for a bit. Constantly being glued to the one who hurt her so severely didn't help her get better. She thought of her temporary leaving as a form of rehab. Of course, she'd come back after a bit. Aiden had to stay at the citadel because of his special education, she was sure to miss him. At the same time, she was convinced this would help her, though. Perhaps it'd open her eyes, make her realize how she truly feels about Noctis. Maybe she'd leave for good, maybe she'd stay. For now, she didn't want to worry. Noctis gave her all possible options; she could come back or they could find another solution for her visiting Aiden regularly.

All she wanted was to take in the fresh air in Galdin Quay, let strangers massage her, eat delicious food, meet new people, even go fishing. She wanted a calm, typical everyday life vacation. And after that, she'd consider her next move. One thing was for sure, Noctis would always be a big part of her life. And Aiden was her world.

A/N: Want a third part concluding how her life went on? Choose the couples fate by voting here (it’s a strawpoll, no registration/info needed, just two clicks & it’s anonymous). You have until the 17th December 2017. Any votes added after that won’t count. The poll will be deleted shortly after. Poll has been deleted, results are final ^^.

I’ve never done this before but I thought this would be a good opportunity to try it. I've always wanted to try adding interactive elements and involving you in the stories and how they progress. c:

Feel free to leave me feedback on this, I’d love to hear from you. ^^

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And what about romance? Describe your dream date, whether it’s a date you’ve already been on or one you dream about having.: “Ooooh,” she exhales, shimmying slightly in her spot. Her hopeless romantic little heart starts to flutter at the idea of a dream date. “I’ve always loved the idea of a picnic in the grass, laying under a clear blue sky while my honey is feeding me chocolate covered strawberries. Doesn’t that sound divine?? We could chat about anything & everything, maybe listen to some music, & share a few drinks with our meal. There’s just something about the intimacy & thought that goes into having a picnic that makes it heartwarming.” An almost dreamy sigh leaves her lips as she smiles a tight lip smile.

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Suki had arrived in one town car while her fourteen suitcases arrived in another. Fourteen. The only reason she maxed out at that number being that it was all they could fit into the vehicle, the trunk, backseat, & front filled to the brim. She felt it was necessary to bring all of her life necessities with her, making a list & checking it twice to make sure she got everything. From wardrobe to hair & makeup to collectables that would liven up her room. She had made sure to get to the house bright & early in order to get a good room with enough space for all of her things. From the outside, the house looked to be a decent size all considering. As she stepped out of the car & took it all in, Suki admired how quaint the two ( maybe three including the basement ) floor home was. It paled in comparison to the large manors back home but it had its own charm to it. She failed to see how it could be shared amongst twelve people however, until she stepped inside.

Yes, it would make a decent home for the next year or so she had decided as she roamed around the place, her family’s help working to bring all her bags inside. Only two of them had accompanied her on the trip up to Everly Port. One to drive each car. Her actual family members couldn’t make it. With her father having a very important meeting & her mother making a prior engagement to make an appearance at a charity brunch, the only person who had the free time to accompany her was her little sister. But she was a mere two year old who would probably cry the whole way there so Suki thought it would be best to just travel without her. Not that her family’s absence meant that they didn’t send their love & support. They had actually bothered to wake up earlier than normal to eat breakfast with Suki ( who was used to being the early riser who ate in the dining room alone ) & practically coddled her until strapped in the backseat of the car & down the road. It was hard to say goodbye. It was even harder to watch her expansive house get smaller & smaller as the distance grew between her & home. But she was at her new home away from home now & absolutely determined to make it feel as such.

Once bags were stashed away in what she deemed the nicest room on the first floor, Suki made a show of bidding the help ado with tight hugs & well wishes. The sun had just fully come out of hiding when she had started unpacking. She figured it would be easier to get things all settled before her housemates arrived since she would be too busy introducing herself & trying to get to know them to decorate properly. Plus hanging clothes up & making her bed worked as simple activities to keep her mind occupied. Certain ideas had been eating away at her for weeks prior to her arrival. She tried not to entertain them but it was difficult. The idea that herfriends might replace her while she was away didn’t quite settle with her. The idea that Ryanmight replace her while they were miles away from each other was even worse. What would she do without her A Team by her side, there to root her on & keep her sane?? What if her housemates were absolute lunatics or crazy axe murderers?? What if the arts program at the school was incredibly underwhelming?? What if she was no good at City?? Why didn’t she just go to London?? All these worries & more swimmed around in her head. As she obsessed over the ridiculous questions, she subconsciously began to tidy up more & more until everything was in its place. It was as if she had gone into some sort of autopilot mode. Not that she felt bothered by that. Everything in her new room looked neat, proper, & pretty. Just the way she liked it.

As she straightened out the fluffy assorted pillows on her bed, Suki could hear the faint sound of a car door slamming. The first of the lot she presumed. She sighed as she did a small twirl around the space & took a moment to let it all sink in. This was it. No matter how anxious she was, there was no going back now. She was settled in & people were starting to show up. She did as she did before every performance when she could feel the stage fright creeping in– closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, let them out, & smiled to herself. You got this, was her mantra. & with that she left her room to greet whoever else had decided to show up at the ridiculous hour.

ANYTHING EXTRA

Some headcanons I have for sweet Suki :)

LIFE & TIMES

She grew up feeling the love from her parents. They were good at showing their little girl the utmost affection & giving her all the attention they could manage with their busy schedules. The Roberts were always hard workers, not just sitting on their money but actively trying to make more of it. That’s where Suki got her belief that if you really want something then you have to work for it

As a kid, her home felt like a castle. Her home in St. George’s Hill was large and secluded enough from the city life that she could play around in her own little world. Her idealized princess life was heavily influenced by how spoiled she was. But Suki was never ‘high-maintenance’. She was entertained by the simplest things & had a knack for making something out of nothing thanks to her wild imagination. So all the toys & pets she had were a good enough source of entertainment but the young girl really preferred dancing in the living room with her imaginary prince charming or making a dress out of her silk bed sheets, running around in mommy’s pearls & heels

Her wild imagination is what convinced her parents that she would thrive in an arts school. She was an excellent story teller who enjoyed playing dress up. All were early signs of a budding actress. Although she originally hadn’t loved it, Suki found arts school to be fun. At least there all her classmates seemed to be like her, which was reassuring & made for a good time. Her peers not only matched her creative mind but encouraged it. She really enjoyed all the dancing, singing, & acting classes– mostly because she was very good at them

Suki hadn’t really started making friends until she started attending her arts school. Before then her socializing was pretty limited to the little kids that came around for playdates that belonged to her mom & dad’s colleagues & the members of the golf & tennis club that adored when her parents brought little Suki around for tea. School was where she got to interact with kids her own age that shared her same interests. She was a real social butterfly with an ability to draw in just about anyone’s attention. Maybe it was her sweet smile or welcoming spirit. Regardless, people just loved Suki & she loved that

Although she was a social butterfly & talked to many people, she only ever really considered a few kids her friends. Mallory, Jen, & Daniel to be exact. They were her very best friends. She met Mallory in a dance class when they were children & their friendship blossomed from there. Jen came around a few years later. Mallory & Suki would always run into her at the same acting camps so they figured they might as well start talking to her. Jen introduced them to Daniel (who also goes by Dan, Danny, Danny-Boy, Boy-O, & Dennis because of reasons). He is the most fabulous person Suki knows & is the one person she can fangirl with during any hour of the day over musical theatre. Together the four of them make up an arty little bunch of nerds who like to sing show tunes, have dance parties at 2am, & go out to the club in color coordinating outfits just so people will know that they’re better than them

The reason Suki’s nickname is Suki is actually because when she & Mallory first met as kids she introduced herself as Suzi but Mallory misheard her & called her Suki. She really didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wrong so she just went along with it. After awhile it just seemed really fitting so she told everyone to call her that. Only professionals or people who aren’t all that familiar with her call her Susannah

She’s always been one to go out of her way to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. A shoulder to cry on, a hype (wo)man, & a good advice giver all in one. Although she’s good at sorting out other people’s problems for them, she was never one to solve her own problems. Her closest friends can’t even count on two hands how many times they’ve had to pick up the pieces for her because she’s incapable of doing it for herself. & they’re happy to do it considering all she’s done for them. The only problem is that Suki always seems to get herself into the same sticky situations over & over again. It’s as if she never learns her lesson. She can’t just double book herself & expect to be able to make it to both gigs or keep letting the same boy hurt her over & over again & expect him to change

Speaking of boys, Suki has her heart set on one in particular. Ryan is this handsome, intelligent, older man she’s been seeing for two years now. Well two years & a few months if you don’t count all the times they’ve broken up & then got back together. Suki met Ryan through a mutual friend when she was sixteen & starting Sixth form. ‘Til this day she isn’t 100% sure what he sees in her, but she’s forever grateful that he’s taken an interest in her. From the very beginning, he’s been a charmer. The smile, the eyes, the voice- it all gets to her & makes her heart skip a beat. They’ve had their ups & downs. Mostly because of Ryan’s habit of accusing Suki of trying to replace him with other men( or women ) & paying too much attention to her work. She’s always trying to please him. From telling him what he wants to hear to wearing things that she knows he likes because when Ryan is happy, he can be very sweet. However, when he’s not he can be very cold & belittles her to the point where she feels like nothing. But he’s usually back to being sweet & promises to never do it again. The promise is always broken. It’s a vicious, unhealthy cycle really but Suki is so dependent on him & truly believes that putting up with someone’s good, bad, & ugly counts as love

Suki had always been her parents’ little princess. Spending many years as an only child, she was used to receiving all their love & attention. So you can imagine that the idea of a younger sibling was a bit of a shock to her, especially because her little brother or sister was coming so late in life. At the age of sixteen, Suki had to adjust to life as an older sister. It wasn’t like the family didn’t have enough room in their manor to share or like they couldn’t afford to take care of another child. It was just a difficult concept for the girl to comprehend, having to share the spotlight that is. After her sister was born, however, Suki took on the role of older sibling with such grace that most would think she had a younger sibling her entire life. She happily watched over the little one, let her play with some of her old toys ( although her mother tried insisting on buying brand-new everything for the baby ), & absolutely adored playing dress up with her. It was like having a new friend for her to take care of. Except the two were bonded together by blood for life. Now, two years later, the little girl already looks up to her big sister & Suki tries not to let this fact go to her head. But it’s Suki. Humble isn’t necessarily in her vocabulary

Although talented, Suki is also a really hard worker, which has helped her achieve so much success when it comes to her acting, dancing, & singing. She was known to get lead roles & solos in school, hardly anyone could compete with her. But then she went off to college & she went through a miniature crisis. In college she wasn’t the best anymore. She was simply one of the best out of a lot of other talented pupils. Before, she felt like a big fish in a little pond. But in college, she felt like a small fish in a big pond. It was like she didn’t know who she was since she wasn’t at the top. Her parents had to boost her confidence again, like they’d been doing for years, & remind her that she wasn’t just attending that college because it was the best one that money could buy. She was attending that college because she was talented enough & was going to go far. Her friends were also a big help in reminding her that she was THE Suki Roberts & that meant something. So she quickly snapped out of her miniature crisis & continued on doing what she does best: being a star

Getting an offer, although conditional, to the top arts school in London was an absolute dream for Suki. It was everything she had been working towards since she was about ten years old. Finally feeling like she had something tangible to show that she was worthy of something, she couldn’t have been more excited & her family & close friends couldn’t have been more proud of her

To say that her heart broke in two when she went to Ryan, quite literally crying tears of joy, to tell him to good news & saw that he wasn’t happy for her would be an understatement. He almost immediately shot her dreams of moving out to London & studying among the best of the best in her field. She wanted to be mad about it ( her friends would late encourage her to fight him about it, like they typically did whenever he said or did something wrong to her ) but she just couldn’t find it in herself to be upset with him. Especially when he explained that he didn’t think he could stand being that far away from her, with him moving farther up North & her moving to Central London. As per usual he knew just what to say to make her heart melt & get her wrapped around his finger, willing to do anything & everything to appease him. With a heavy but hopeful heart, she declined the offer. But at least she got to keep her lover boy

Her family & friends weren’t exactly supportive of her decision. & she knew they wouldn’t be. Which is why she didn’t tell them that she would be attending City Uni instead of the fancy smancy arts school until it was like two days until moving day. It was hard for her to keep up the charade while they were continuously congratulating her & making all these plans to come visit her in London once she got settled. But Suki is an actress after all, she knows how to be brave under pressure. She waited until she got all the most important people in her life together in one room ( her mom, dad, sister, ,allory, Jen, Daniel, & Ryan ) & told them at the dinner table that she had changed her mind about going to London. When those who were unaware of her plan started bombarding her with questions, all of them yelling & freaking out her little sister, she made a scene of crying & giving a long speech about it being her life & her decision & not asking them to understand her but for them to just accept it for what it is. Then she stormed out for dramatic effect & left everyone shook in their seats. They had to deal with it one way or another. Suki had some of her family’s help assist with her packing up her room & most valuable possessions the next day so what really could they do

So up she went to Everly Port during the early days of her summer in an attempt to find comfort in a new environment. Her move was a bit underwhelming to say the least, but she still keeps an open mind. At least at City Uni she’ll probably be the best in her course ( or so she likes to think ). Plus she’ll get to make new friends, which is something she typically enjoys. She doesn’t expect them to replace her very best friends back home but she’s hoping that they’re good company. Apparently she’ll be spending the next year at uni with eleven of them in one house. Might as well make the most of it

PERSONALITY & HABITS

As a Leo, she loves attention, looking good, & has a lot of emotions that are all out there

The biggest nerd in the sense that she doesn’t just like things- she loves them. Will fall in love with a new show & then want to learn everything about the cast, crew, set, writing process, etc. Just completely wraps herself up in it & will be able to tell you absolutely everything about it because she does her research

Has a collection of playbills that she’s been building up since she was a little girl who saw plays with her parents in West End. She’s even travelled to America a handful of times & when she gets the chance to visit New York she sees a show on Broadway, every single time. A few of the playbills are signed by cast members, which she tends to fangirl about

Facetimes her mom at least once a week just to talk. Demands that her mom walk her around the entire house/all her favorite rooms & show her dad & sister because she misses them lots & lots

Also facetimes her friends once a week to catch up. They make sure to call her every time the three of them go out without her to tell her that they’d be having so much fun if she was there too. She keeps them posted on all the house drama + Ryan drama

Calls Ryan at least once a day. He usually answers & when he doesn’t she gets worried that he might be hurt or sick. She then blows up his phone with texts until he responds. Is it a little crazy & clingy?? Maybe. But he would do the same if she didn’t answer when he called so… y’know

Sings in the shower

Dances while humming when cooking

Always eats breakfast & encourages her housemates to eat breakfast too because it’s the most important meal of the day

Actually has really refined taste in pretty much everything because of her upbringing. From food to movies to music

But also likes to watch the absolute corniest movies & is such top 40′s pop music trash???? But she still swears her taste is totally superior

Bites her lip when she’s thinking really hard about something

Pokes her tongue out a little bit when she’s concentrating

Actually needs glasses to see & has a pair that she never wears out in public. She wears her contacts always & has since she was thirteen & first needed glasses. But she has a bad habit of falling asleep with her contacts in & then wakes up with dry & sticky eyes. Then she’ll complain about it but she obviously doesn’t learn her lesson because she does it all the time

Will totally let anyone raid her closet for clothes because she’s always wearing the cutest stuff. Doesn’t even care if they don’t give them back because she can always buy more + she probably owns it in various colors

She doesn’t necessarily throw money around, but spending it definitely it’s a problem for her. She’s very willing to replace broken things in the house or buy expensive gifts for friends. Like you go shopping with Suki & mention that a dress in the shop’s window is cute & then the next thing you know she’s throwing you & the dress into a dressing room & dashing to the checkout to buy it for you before you can blink an eye

Her room is always super neat. Believes in having a clean sleeping & working space because it’s a nice contrast to how hectic her mind & schedule usually is. Everything has it’s place

Super into home decor & having cute trinkets. Plus she likes color schemes & aesthetically pleasing things

Speaking of aesthetically pleasing things, her instagram account definitely has a theme. Mostly posts flashy pictures of her outfits, meals she cooks, cute selfies with her & her mans, & glamorous photos of her life on the stage

Doesn’t like when people interrupt her beauty sleep but she’s that type of friend who will jump out of bed at three in the morning if anyone was to call her in need of being picked up or just wants a shoulder to cry on

Totally the mom friend. Scolds her housemates when they do dumb things that could get them hurt, reminds them to eat healthy & study for tests, asks them how their day was, & worries about them when they go out at night. Probably makes sure that they all check in with her when they come in from a night out

When any of them bring someone home in the night, Suki is always the one to ask the partner if they want some tea, coffee, or breakfast before they head out on their walk of shame. She’s just super polite & maybe a little nosy so she’ll talk to them about anything & everything, which could be awkward for whoever they hooked up with but really she’s just trying to be nice

It’s funny because so many people think that Suki isn’t nice when they first meet her because she has this superior vibe about her plus she openly talks about how great she is so they think she’s shallow & full of herself. Like so many people who are her friend now have said something along the lines of, “I thought you were a total bitch when I first met you”. But she’s genuinely the most caring person & puts other people before herself always

Uses people’s zodiac signs to help in her matchmaking duties

Probably lowkey ships all her housemates with each other & other people & is totally torn between which ship she likes the most

Has a certain mug that is designated as her mug. Refuses to use any other mug & doesn’t let anyone else touch it, not even to clean it

Because she’s so short, she wears heels all the time but you’ll never hear her complaining about her feet hurting because beauty is pain hunny

Takes about an hour to do her makeup & an hour to do her hair + she takes hour long showers so anytime people want to go out they always encourage her to get ready hours in advance because if not she’ll probably hold them up with all her primping

But she’s typically never late to anything. She lives by that old showbiz saying, “if you’re early, you’re on time. if you’re on time, you’re late. if you’re late, you’re fired”

Says a lot of weird things that probably sound like something out of an 80′s rom-com or something

Though she be tiny, she is fierce. Not physically strong, but will do some emotional harm to anyone that has anything bad to say about anyone she cares about. Has made people cry with how brutal she can be but she swears they always start it

Super affectionate. Likes using pet names for everyone & has a habit of being pretty touchy-feely. Could be mistaken as being flirty but really she’s just being her normal self. Totally respects boundaries though so if anyone was to tell her to back off, she would in an instant

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