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I’ve written my first Hakyona fanfic! 

I know it’s a little cliche and fluffy but damn it that’s my forte and I hope ya’ll will enjoy it! If you guys like it, please let me know and leave a review. Maybe I’ll write more stories for them if you guys enjoy this one. 

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As You Wish - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Princess Bride!AU

Part 1: A Book?

Summary: Y/N was shocked to first realize that she loved Aemond, the poor farmhand that worked on her family's land. And she was devastated when he left to search for a fortune across the seas. She waited months then years, but he never returned to her. So, when Prince Aegon - future King of King's Landing - proposed marriage, she had no choice but to say yes, even with the misery it wrought.

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Note: So first of all I had to stop reading after a while so I am SURE it isn't perfect. It's finally here besties, it's finally happening. Let's hope that Tumblr works more with me this time lmao. Later parts are definitely going to be longer, and I got everything separated out how I want it so this part is shorter. Gonna be a fun time! But between this, the Haunting of Hill House AU I'm working on, I Know Places and some one-shots, I got a fun line up going! :) I'm gonna cross-post on my AO3 when all parts are done.

For the past four days, Jaehaerys and Maelor had been complaining of fevers, upset stomachs, and moping around the house - when they bothered to leave their beds. Jaehaera was, of course, worried about her brothers. She loved them both endlessly. But, she had bigger, grander things on her mind than the illness they both had. It was her best friend’s birthday at the end of the week, and she had every intention to be at school come Friday to celebrate with her.

While a noble effort, despite her best efforts to avoid her sick brothers, Jaehaera woke up miserably with her nose stuffed, a fever, and her head and stomach both hurting. Naturally, her mom bundled her into the living room with her brothers. Maelor was groaning about wanting a ginger ale and Jaehaerys was dramatically wheezing as if it were his last breath. Personally, Jaehaera was just fine with the juice and crackers her mom gave her even if she couldn’t quite taste it right. Sure, being sick was awful and she was missing her best friend’s birthday party at school, but at least her mom was able to stay and take care of them, plus, they were watching cartoons. 

But, when sick and young like her, rest was a necessity - an inevitable necessity, even if you vehemently believed that you had to watch the rest of the episode of Scooby Doo. Jaehaera was just a girl - wasn’t anything special, so she caved to slumber just before the bad guy was unmasked. The young girl jolted from the slumber she hadn’t meant to when she felt a hand touching her warm forehead. She whined as she moved away from it, blinking against the sleep weighing down her eyes. “Mama?” she asked.

“I’m here, my love,” her mom cooed. “And look, sweetheart, you and your brothers have a visitor.”

“Helaena you don’t have to wake them,” a voice quietly whispered from the other side of the room.

At the sound of the voice, her eyes flew open and a smile lit up her face. “Uncle Daeron!” she cheered as loud as she could with her stuffy nose and sore throat.

“Hello, Jaehaera,” her uncle greeted, coming to crouch in front of her. He gave her a soft smile, brushing her platinum hair from her face. “How are you feeling, peanut?”

“Terrible,” she groused. She glared over at her brothers, still asleep. “They got me sick and it’s my best friend’s birthday! We’re supposed to have cupcakes at school!”

Her Uncle Daeron sighed. “I know, your mom called me and told me. I came to try and make you feel a little better,” he said.

Again, her eyes lit up. “You’re going to tell a story?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Daeron agreed, laughing, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “And your mom’s going to make you some hot chocolate too - your brothers too if they ever wake up.”

“Psh,” she scoffed, “leave them! Storytime, Uncle Daeron, start!”

He snorted and rose to his feet, settling into the chair across from him. “Alright, alright, patience there, peanut,” he snickered. He pulled a book from his pocket. She looked at it quizzically. “This is a very special book, Jaehaera. It was the book my mother used to read to my brother when I was sick, and my brother read it to me. And now I’m going to read it to you.”

“What’s it about?” she asked curiously. “Am I going to like it?”

Her Uncle Daeron laughed fondly and nodded. “Are you kidding me, peanut? It has fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, miracles,” he said. He saw that she wasn’t convinced and gave her a smile. “And at its heart? It’s a story of true love.”

She looked at him, squinting in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll try and stay awake,” she said. She settled back into the couch looking at her uncle expectantly.

“Oh, you’re too kind,” he teased. He opened the book and prepared to read.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the sleepy voice of her twin next to her.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted, closing the book and moving over to hug the young boy.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the echo of Maelor then.

“Hey, pal,” he said, hugging their younger brother then.

“Quiet,” Jaehaera whined, leaning into Jaehaerys’s side. “He’s going to read a story!”

Their mother then came into the room with mugs of hot chocolate for them and their uncle took the chance to sit back down. The boys immediately sat up for the drinks, silenced themselves, and looked eagerly at their uncle, fighting off their sleepiness. Maelor leaned into his sister’s side as they started to drink their hot chocolate. They waited on bated breath for their uncle to begin reading to them. Dramatically, their Uncle Daeron opened the book again, prepared to read. He looked at them, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“The Princess Bride, chapter one,” he said. “Y/N was raised on a small farm in the country of King’s Landing.” Already, the kids were enthralled, as if they could see the very words that their uncle was reading from the page. “Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy who worked there. His name was Aemond, but she never called him that.” He looked up at his niece and nephews. “Isn’t that a wonderful beginning?”

“Yeah, great,” Maelor said weakly while his siblings sipped their hot chocolate.

Their Uncle Daeron looked down to the book in his hands. “Nothing gave Y/N as much pleasure as ordering Aemond around. ‘Farm Boy, polish my horse’s saddle,’” he said, voice high and mimicking as he read the order.

“I want to see my face shining in it by morning,” Y/N said, a grin on her face as she handed the saddle over to the farm boy.

Aemond nodded and took the saddle. “As you wish,” he said quietly.

“As you wish was all he ever said to her,” their Uncle Daeron stated.

Y/N walked into her horse’s stall and pet the creature’s neck. “Farm Boy, I want you to varnish my horse’s hooves,” she ordered, voice softer than it had been before. Aemond looked at her from a stall over, lips in a line. “Please.”

“As you wish,” Aemond agreed, lip quirking up into a partial smile.

Y/N left the stable after getting his agreement, but stopped and turned. His eyes were still on her. She offered him a fleeting half-smile that morphed into a frown as he turned away, going back to his work. Y/N took a shaky sigh and walked off, forcing her focus elsewhere on her own duties for the day.

Even so, before evening fully set in, Y/N found herself in the kitchen of her home with Aemond. Her hands moved listlessly around when he entered, her brain struggling to catch up. And as she turned to him, she took a sharp breath. Aemond looked at her, curious, but silent as always.

“Farm Boy, fetch me that bowl,” Y/N said, pointing to a bowl that she could easily reach herself. For a moment, he didn’t move. “The…the heavy one, up high.”

Aemond approached her, a few mere steps between them. He reached up to grab the bowl. It was neither heavy nor high up. Still, he took a step closer to hand it to Y/N, their hands brushing as she took it from his hands. The pair stayed close for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“As you wish,” Aemond said. 

His voice, it seemed, broke him out of his reverie. He turned away from her and then walked back outside, leaving Y/N alone inside. She sucked in a deep breath as the man disappeared from right before her. She watched as he walked away from the farmhouse, following his movements with her eyes until she could no longer see him.

“That day,” their Uncle Daeron said, fond smile in his voice, “Y/N was amazed to discover that when Aemond was saying ‘as you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing? That night she realized that she truly loved him back.”

Outside of Aemond’s small home on the family’s property, Y/N and Aemond stood chest to chest. They gazed at each other. She blinked at the man before her, taking in a quiet breath as he took her hand, holding it gently in his own. As if she were some sort of prize to cherish. She glanced down at his lips, giving him silent permission, practically begging him to kiss her. Aemond acquiesced to Y/N’s desire and leaned down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that quickly became passionate.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaehaerys complained. “Is this a kissing book?”

“When does it get good?” Maelor whined.

“Keep your shirt on, let me read,” Uncle Daeron said with a chuckle. He looked back to his book. “Aemond had no money for marriage, so he packed up the few belongings he had and left the farm. He did so to seek his fortune across the seas, longing to come back for his bride as soon as he was able. It was a very emotional time for Y/N.”

“I don’t believe it,” Jaehaera exclaimed, sad.

“I fear that I’ll never see you again,” Y/N said, sounding as though she loathed to admit it. She was standing a few steps away from him. They stood at the gate of the farm, Aemond ready to leave.

“Of course you will,” Aemond said firmly.

“But what if something happens to you?” Y/N asked.

Aemond took a step forward and held Y/N’s face in both of his hands. He ran a hand soothingly up and down her cheek. “Hear this now: I will always come for you,” he said. A vow.

“How can you be sure?” Y/N asked, disbelieving.

Aemond pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He looked at her with nothing but fondness in his eyes. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “This is true love, Y/N. You think that this happens every day?” he asked, teasing.

He smiled down at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, even brighter - he always made her brighter. She threw her arms around him and he held her tightly to his chest in a hug. Y/N loathed to let him go. Still, she knew that she must. So after she finally released him and pressed a final kiss to his lips, Aemond stepped away from her. As he walked away, she watched him go, and wiped the single tear that dripped down from her eyes.

“Aemond didn’t reach his destination,” their Uncle Daeron said, grimly.

“What?” Jaehaera demanded.

Their uncle nodded. “His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Martell, who never left captives alive. And when Y/N got the news that Aemond was murdered-” 

“Murdered by pirates is good,” Jaehaerys muttered. Jaehaera swatted at her brother’s arm to silence him, her eyes locked on her uncle still.

“She went into her room and shut the door. For days, she neither slept nor ate,” Uncle Daeron said, ignoring his nephew’s interruption.

Y/N stood before the window in her kitchen, a grim look on her face. “I will never love again,” she stated with no emotions in her voice at all. 

“Five years later, the main square of King’s Landing was filled as it had never been before,” their Uncle Daeron said, jumping ahead in the story. “They were there to hear the announcement of the great Prince Aegon’s bride-to-be.”

Prince Aegon emerged onto a castle balcony. He was dressed in resplendent black royal robes, with a three-headed dragon embroidered onto them in gold, with a regal green and black cape draped over his shoulders. His platinum hair shone in the sunlight, and he wore a black prince’s crown atop his head. The prince did not emerge onto the balcony alone. To his left side stood King Viserys and Queen Alicent in regal clothing of their own. To his right then stood, the King’s advisor Otto, the Prince’s sworn sword Ser Criston Cole, and the Prince’s advisor Lord Larys Strong. And as they emerged, it was to the applause of their citizens below

“My people,” Prince Aegon said, voice cutting through the cheers that quieted as he raised a hand. “A few months from now, our country will have its 500th anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady.” He smiled. “A lady who was once a commoner like yourselves.” He paused, clearly for dramatic effect. “But perhaps you will not find her so common now. Would you like to meet her?”

The crowd answered their affirmation with cheers that reverberated through the very stone of the castle. The sea of people before them was adamant in their love and appreciation for the ruling family and for whomever this woman would be. They watched as the Prince gestured to a door on a balcony opposite them. The crowd, it seemed, was holding its breath as a collective. They waited eagerly to see her fully - to know who she was.

“My people,” Prince Aegon declared, “meet your Princess, your future Queen…the Princess Y/N.”

And then, Y/N emerged onto the balcony from the door. She was an image of beauty, reflected perfectly upon the people. The only thing betraying her discontent was the lack of a smile on her face. Even so, Y/N remained the most beautiful person around. She descended the staircase attached to the balcony slowly, as if every step pained her heart. And once she reached the ground, she began to walk amongst the people.

Upon the balcony, King Viserys began mumbling. Try as he might, Prince Aegon did not understand a word he was saying. He leaned over to Ser Criston. “Did you understand a word of that, Ser Criston?” he asked.

“Not a syllable,” the sworn sword admitted.

“It doesn’t seem possible, but my father’s mumblings seem to be getting worse every day,” the Prince stated.

“Your father said, Aegon, that it isn’t safe for Y/N to move amongst the people,” Queen Alicent said, glaring slightly at her son. She gently patted her husband’s arm, soothing. “It’s alright, Viserys. She’s so gentle. Who would want to harm Y/N? Who would even dream of it.”

There was an adoring smile on the Prince’s face. One that was sweet, genuine, loving, even. “I tell you this, mother, father…my dear councilmen: no man had better try,” Prince Aegon said firmly. Otto, Larys, and Criston all exchanged a fleeting glance. Looking back to the crowd, Aegon drew in a surprised breath. “By the seven…they love her.”

Looking back down to the crowd, they watched as they all began kneeling. They knelt down before Y/N without any instruction. Waves of people fell to a knee and bowed their heads to their new Princess. And Y/N was terribly moved by this. She stood still then, frozen in her spot, unable to move, unable to blink even, amongst the crowds of people. They were radiating love toward her - an adoration that felt entirely undeserved. She forced herself to take a breath, to blink, and it was a blessing she did. For as she blinked, the tears threatening to overcome her faded away. She looked up to the balcony and saw her future husband standing, smiling down at her, fond and kind. And she felt absolutely nothing.

Later that same day, Prince Aegon accompanied Y/N - Princess Y/N now - to the stables on the castle grounds. He was still dressed the same as he was at the royal announcement. But Y/N had changed into riding clothes. Y/N allowed the accompaniment only because she felt she had to. She supposed she should be grateful for the company, but couldn’t muster the feeling in herself. As she saddled her horse and prepared to mount, the Prince finally spoke.

“Must you ride?” he asked quietly. “You seem quite upset today.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh. “The King looked terribly old today - exhausted to the bone. I suppose that frightened me. Upset me,” she said shortly. Prince Aegon smiled, reached out to grab her hand, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She tried to smile but couldn’t bring it to last for more than a second.

“He has a right to look old, my darling,” he said, chuckling. “He has aged beyond what most dream of reaching, and every organ in his body has begun to slowly betray him. I know my father’s health is not what is upsetting you.” He paused, watching as she looked away from him. “Have I not been attentive enough, my darling? Is that it? Or have I been overbearing to you? I…I know that you don’t love me, Y/N. But, I promise that in time you’ll grow to love me.”

She shook her head. She mounted the horse expertly and then looked to the Prince again. “It’s not you,” she denied. “It was the crowd. I…they should not bow to me as they did. When you proposed to me, my Prince, I was just like them. Ordinary.” She looked away, towards the horizon, and then back to the Prince. “And even with all of the finishing lessons and time spent to educate me…in my heart I still am ordinary, Aegon. I…I felt a fraud today.” She shook her head. “They should not have bowed to me.”

The Prince took her hand and pressed another sweet kiss to her knuckles. “Oh, my beloved,” he said with a sigh. He offered a beautiful smile to her. “You are the most beautiful woman in this world. And when we marry? Y/N, you’ll be the richest and most powerful woman as well.” Braver, he reached up and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Don’t expect too much from life. That is how you may find yourself disappointed, even when you have anything…everything that you could possibly want at hand.”

Y/N considered him, then his words. “You’re very wise,” she said, nodding. “I must…I must learn to be satisfied with what I have. Thank you, my Prince.” The Prince took a step away from her horse and she immediately rode off. 

Free from the castle and her duties now, Y/N barreled through the woodlands surrounding King’s Landing. Atop her horse, Y/N could almost feel like she was free again. She pushed her horse to take her farther, to run faster. With the wind whipping her face, through her hair, Y/N could almost pretend she was alive again. She could almost feel life the way that it was with Aemond there. Joy was so close to her, but still so far.

Going through the woods coming close to the waters of the King’s Landing sea, Y/N was forced to bring her horse to a sudden stop seeing three men standing in the midst of her path. She looked at them suspiciously. Standing in front of the group of three was a Black man with platinum dreadlocks. To the left was an older, tall Black man also with white dreadlocks, but a less severe look on his face. To his right was a tall, broad man with curly dark hair and an easy smile on his face.

“A word if you will, my Lady?” the older man asked. They moved towards her. “My name is Vaemond, this is my nephew Laenor and our associate Harwin. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby you could direct us to?”

Y/N shook her head, frown on her face. She almost felt bad for them. For the trek that they’d have to make back to the city.  “There is nothing nearby,” she denied. “Not for miles.”

Vaemond’s face curled into a dark smile. “Then there shall be no one around to hear you scream,” he declared. 

Before Y/N could react to the words, the man nodded to Harwin. As a scream started to come out of her mouth, he knocked her unconscious by pinching a nerve in her neck. And then, she unceremoniously fell from the horse into the strong man’s arms, lost to the world.

This is so me with my crack ships. It also made me laugh. Luv the art

Hiro Mashima has still yet to let Miraxus on the Fairy Tail ship.(I’m still hopeful though. :O)

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It’s a Dragneel Thing

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HALI!  proudtobeaginger is my lovely internet daughter and I hope you had a fantastic birthday.  

Summary: Dragneel brothers will do the stupidest things for each other and their girl problems.  High school AU.  Oneshot.  *Spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!*  Also found here.

“So, will you be going to the Winter Formal, Natsu?”

           Zeref may have been the most unpopular, “emo”, romantically-crippled outcast in the entire Magnolia Academy, but even he could recognize a “please ask me to the dance” hint when he heard one.

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Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 2

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (: If you want to read more from me

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1

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You have slept amazingly well. When you open your eyes, the sun is shining through the window. The torn curtain only slightly blocks the sun's rays. You slowly sit up on the sofa. You don't want to waste too much time and go to your backpack. You gather your toothbrush and toothpaste and head for the stream. You don't want to know how clean the water really is near a factory.

After you have freshened up a bit, you go back to the cottage and pack up your things. With your backpack on your back and a roll in your hand, you set off for the city centre. After all, you want to find a job today. You pass the factory again, but this time there are no flyers being handed out. As you continue walking, you pass a market place. You dream a little and look at the small shops. Just as you spot the sign "Help wanted" in the window of a small clothing shop, you are jolted out of your thoughts. As you were about to enter the shop, you are handed a leaflet.

You look up a little startled and see the older man from yesterday.

He smiles warmly at you, but still he looks a little uncertain. The smile does not reach his eyes and his deep wrinkles reveal that he must have already experienced a lot of suffering.

"Here, young lady... An alternative to war"

"Oh?" escapes you as you take the flyer.

"Is there a war coming?"

The man is not used to anyone even accepting his leaflet, let alone starting a conversation. It seems as if he has to think about his next words.

"Well... it seems so. Germany keeps arming and as soon as Germany decides to arm... Well, nothing good has ever come out of it. The last time they rearmed, it plunged the whole of Europe into a terrible war..."

You nod in agreement, "So you're a pacifist?"

"Yea... There are plenty of other ways than fighting wars! No innocent people have to die... No country must let its people die in and through war... No mothers would have to say goodbye to their sons forever... I witnessed the last great war, it's not worth it," he almost whispers the last part of the sentence.

You smile at him, "That's probably true... but I have the feeling that when it comes to negotiations, be it about whether or why wars should be waged, it is predominantly men who are involved in these talks. It seems there is no other way than to indulge in pure testosterone intoxication and let it degenerate into pure violence."

His eyes almost sparkle at your statement, "So you think there might be less conflict if women were involved in such negotiations?"

You shrug your shoulders slightly, "Well, it's at least a possibility. Women are not out to prove their strength through murder and manslaughter. We like to use words. Because sometimes it shows a lot more strength to talk, maybe admit mistakes and maybe even take a step back."

He nods at you animatedly, "Those are really interesting lines of thought ,...?"

You smile, "Y/n Parrington."

He smiles too, "I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Parrington. My name is Douglas Bennett." He holds out his large hand to you and you shake it. His hand is quite rough, unlike your soft hands.

Your conversation is getting out of hand. Mr Bennett has stopped handing out his leaflets and you are now sitting on a bench talking animatedly. He is pleasant to talk to, even if he sometimes contradicts you. But he never loses his politeness and tries to develop your thoughts.

When suddenly you notice that the sun is setting.

"Oh shit!" you say and Mr. Bennett looks at you a little startled.

"I completely forgot about the time! I was going to look for a job today. Well, that's not going to happen today."

You stand up and turn to Mr. Bennett, "It's been a pleasure Mr Bennett," but as you hold out your hand to him he makes no move to accept this farewell. He only now notices that you have a fully packed backpack with you.

"Don't you have a job here?"

You shake your head slightly.

"Do you have anywhere to eat?"

"Well... I would buy a little something to eat..."

He shakes his head, "No way! Come to my house. There you can eat something"

Now you look at him a little startled. Suddenly you remember how he left with the young lady yesterday. Is he now trying the same trick on you?

He laughs as he notices your worried look, "Sorry! Don't worry, my daughter and son will be there too. But I would be happy if you would eat with us today."

You are reassured that it is probably not a trick on his part, but you still hesitate. On the other hand, it would be a warm house and a warm meal, so you agree.

You continue your conversation on the way. When you enter the house, you are alone.

Mr. Bennett leads you through the small hallway into the kitchen. You wonder a little whether it was right to go with him as the front door opens, "Hey Dad! It's me! Sorry I'm late!"

The pretty lady from yesterday enters the hallway and comes into the kitchen.

"Oh hello?", now she stands in front of you smiling.

"Hey, I'm y/n Parrington," you extend your hand to her.

"Hey, I'm Lois Bennett," and she gently shakes your hand.

Mr. Bennett sits down at the kitchen table and starts reading a newspaper

"And Tom brought you...?", she looks around briefly, as if looking for someone.

You look at her in irritation.

"No. Don't be silly. We chatted a bit in the marketplace today and lost track of time. And then I offered her to have dinner with us", you hear Mr. Bennett suddenly say.

Lois nods, "So you're a pacifist and not another conquest of my brother," she winks at you.

You blush slightly, "Yeah something like that I am."

As Mr. Bennett interjects, "Lois, please behave… Do you actually know where Tom is?"

She shrugs, "Well, he'll probably be at his favourite pub."

Douglas looks back down at his newspaper and shakes his head slightly.

"Will you help me cook?" Lois asks you with a smile.

You nod happily at her, "I'd love to"

When you start peeling the potatoes, you get curious, "So Tom is your brother?"

She smiles, " Yea... He can be a bit... Difficult? But he is actually a kind-hearted person."

You smile at her.

You talk animatedly while you prepare the food, and that is something you have rarely experienced before. You meet two people in one day who are so nice and helpful and with whom you have a lot of animated conversation. You eat together and the conversations and laughter never let up. You simply feel good. For the first time in a long time, you just feel good.

After dinner, Mr. Bennett wants to show Lois something on the first floor.

Meanwhile, you make yourself useful and start doing the dishes. When the two come back downstairs, Lois sees that most of the washing up has already been done.

"Oooh y/n! You're a darling! You didn't have to do that!"

But you nod, "Yes I do! You're so nice to me and invited me to dinner... the least I can do is wash up."

Lois smiles at you, "Actually, that's not a bad idea..."

You look at her questioningly.

"Dad told me that you're going to get a job today... maybe you could help me around the house instead?"

Mr. Bennett nods slightly, "Actually, it's not such a bad idea. Then you would have less stress with the household."

You look at them both, "I don't even know what to say to that..."

"How about a yes?", Lois smiles at you.

As Mr. Bennett speaks up again, "But I won't be able to pay you much... But you can always eat with us!"

"No way! You don't have to pay me anything! That I can be here and eat with you, that's quite enough," you almost laugh with joy.

In the evening you are on your way back to the industrial area when you pass a pub.

Loud music and laughter permeate the street and you immediately feel reminded of your old job. You smile slightly and suddenly feel like having a beer.

You slowly enter the pub. You make your way through the dancing people and are walking towards the bar when you spot it. You order a beer, sit down on a bar stool and watch the hustle and bustle of the pub. There is good music playing and the more beer you drink, the more your leg bobs to the rhythm of the music.

Some people dance to the music, and that just fits in with the exuberant mood in the pub. Suddenly you notice a man next to you staring at you. He has medium-length brown hair that could do with a wash. He is not bad looking, but something about him gives you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"Hey, pretty mouse! How about... you and me? Do you want to dance?" he almost shouts to drown out the music.

"Mmhm, no… but thanks for the tempting offer anyway"

He smiles at you, "Oh come on... There's no harm in rubbing our hips together a bit."

"I think I'll pass."

"Then not," he grunts and continues walking.

You look after him and shake your head.

As you finish your beer, you want to go to the toilet before you leave.

After you have been to the toilet, you look in the mirror again and smile. Today was simply a beautiful day. You run your fingers through your hair again and leave the toilet.

But when you come out, the man is suddenly standing in front of you.

"Hey, beautiful... Is it a coincidence that we meet again?", a cloud of beer is breathed towards you.

"Well, if you were just going to the toilet, I don't think so. Excuse me please"

You want to push past him, but he leans his arm against the wall and blocks your way.

"Oh, sweetheart... Why are you like this? We could have some fun..."

"I don't want to have fun with you. "

He tries to brush the strand of hair from your face, but you turn your head away.

"Hey! Peter! I don't think the girl wants to feel your little worm today!"

Your gaze falls on the man who is suddenly standing behind the disgusting guy. Steel-blue eyes stare back at you and his blond hair looks seductively soft. Almost relaxed, he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"Yo Bennett... what do you want?", the guy doesn't even turn his head towards your saviour.

"That you leave the girl alone", provocatively, he blows his cigarette smoke at Peter as he turns his head in his direction.

You don't catch much of the conversation as you have to concentrate hard on breathing normally. The blue eyes have somehow captivated you.

Peter sighs, "Well, nothing seems to be going on with her anyway. You can try your luck."

You look after him, startled, as he finally walks away.

The two guys look into each other's eyes for a moment, but the unpleasant guy just keeps walking.

And then the blue eyes fall on you again. You were not aware that you were holding your breath, so you exhale deeply. You clear your throat and you adjust your dress and walk towards your saviour, "Mhmm, I guess I should thank you."

He smiles at you and you feel yourself suddenly getting warm. The warmth spreads pleasantly through your body and reaches its peak on your cheeks. It's either you or the beer you drank that he has such an effect on you.

"No problem, love," he replies, still smiling.

You can't help but return the smile. You nod at him and want to walk past him.

"Ey... Do you want me to take you home?"

But you shake your head, "No, that's alright, I don't live far from here".

You smile at him again and he just nods. He looks after you as you leave the pub.

Tom stands there for a while. He doesn't know what the feeling is inside him, but when you entered the pub, all he saw was you. Everything else was no longer visible to him. The way you cautiously entered the pub, looking around almost shyly, taking it all in with your big eyes. Your long hair braided into a pigtail that fell over your shoulders and your light dress that clung perfectly to your body. He could not take his eyes off you. But at the same time, he didn't dare talk to you. Usually he is never shy when it comes to talk to a woman, but somehow he was afraid that he might embarrass himself. For whatever reason...

Even though he has not yet exchanged a real sentence with you and does not know your name, he knows that he has to see you again.

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Akatsuki no Yona furoku by Hana to Yume 

Hak and Jae-Ha

God, I think I’m going to collapse with this image

Reblog if...

You think King Il was the original HakxYona shipper.

Marvel and its ideas can be applied in so many ways in the real world. Here's is my fathers take on how Americans health care system is like Thanos.