Could I Request Something With Fenrys From Throne Of Glass And His Mate?

Could I request something with Fenrys from Throne of Glass and his mate?

A/n: You most certainly can my dear 🧡 I hope you all enjoyed this, feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome, but be polite please 🧡

Hiding

Fenrys Moonbeam let loose a huge sigh the moment he was out of Doranelle.

Maeve had sent him off on a task to hunt down a merchant she believed would cross her.

The merchant was from within Doranelle, but the ancient queen had been vague with her orders and had given him much longer to fulfill his task than he would need.

He took advantage of this and sent word to Y/n L/n to meet him at the border of Doranelle so that he might take them both away for a while.

As they strolled through the woods - knowing they should find a place to stay soon, but unwilling to leave this peaceful moment - Fenrys looked down at the female by his side.

And now he couldn't look away.

"What is it?" Y/n's voice mused, bringing Fenrys to the realisation that she had looked back at him.

Her eyes glowed in the setting sun; her hair was messy, strands strewn across her face from the wind; her lips curled into a soft yet cheeky smile. She was breathtaking.

The words clanged through Fenrys just like the very first time they met.

Mate. My mate.

Their mating bond had snapped into place the moment they'd met.

He remembered it vividly.

Y/n was tipsy and not at her cognitive prime; not to mention being thrown out of the bar Fenrys was stood in front of.

"I didn't start shit you old bat!" She had been yelling at the closed doors of the bar.

"Trouble in paradise?" Fenrys had drawled at the female who was then taking up much of the sidewalk and preventing him from passing.

Y/n had turned to the warrior with a scowl, but he only smirked and looked her directly in the eyes. And that's when they felt it.

A connection- no. A bond. A bond, falling into place between them, entwining their minds and souls. The mating bond.

Y/n had sobered up almost immeadiately and Fenrys had ditched the smirk for a small, but genuine smile.

"Do want to get some dinner?"

"It's nothing. I just, can't believe it sometimes. That I found you. That you're mine. My mate." He finally responded with a shake of his head that caused his bright, golden hair to cascade down his shoulder.

Y/n smiled, but it was subdued.

"Maybe you could believe more easily if we weren't sneaking around all the time." She muttered and Fenrys froze for half a second.

"Must we have this conversation now? We're supposed to be spending a good time together before I have to go back." He sighed and Y/n stared at her feet.

"You're right. I'm sorry, we shouldn't discuss this now." She apologised, her voice was soft and sad on Fenrys' ears and he gulped guiltily.

He stopped walking and Y/n looked up at him in confusion. He gripped her shoulders and squeezed, then pulled her tightly into his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck and took in her scent. She smelt like orchids and roses. And she smelt like contentedness. And a little annoyed, but he decided not to mention it.

Her scent was beautiful and comforting. For Fenrys, her scent was home.

And for Y/n, Fenrys' slightly sweaty, but grounding smell of the lavendar soap she had made for him (that he lathered himself in every bath) was her comfort. Her home.

Her arms squeezed tightly around his neck.

"I love you." Fenrys muttered and Y/n smiled against the tender skin of his neck.

"I love you too." She whispered back and they both huffed little laughs.

They pulled away and Y/n slid her hand down his arm, intertwining their fingers.

Fenrys chuckled as he looked down at their connected hands.

"What now?" Y/n teased with a small smirk.

"Your hands are so tiny. Mine basically swallows yours up." He swung their hands back and forth and Y/n burst into laughter.

She wasn't one to laugh often, but being alone with Fenrys. Her mate. Surrounded by his scent and his voice and his warmth. She could do it then. She could laugh.

She could smile and be happy and relax.

"Fenrys look! Oh it's so adorable. We should stay there tonight." Y/n claimed excitedly pointing at the small inn that lay in the clearing.

"Do you want that my love?" He brought their joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

"Yes! Yes please!" Y/n had a wild grin lighting up her face.

"Then that's what we'll do." He quickened his steps and they reached the inn in no time.

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After finding a room, Fenrys and Y/n sat curled up together on the bed.

"When are we going to stop hiding? It's not easy for me to sneak out of Doranelle every so often." Y/n mumbled and Fenrys stood up suddenly, causing her to fall down on the matress.

"We already talked about this. We said we weren't going to mention it!" Fenrys kept his voice level. He didn't want to yell at her.

"I know, but it's hard Fenrys! It's hard when you haven't even told me why we're hiding! It's been so long, don't you think I want to show off my mate? Tell my family? Be with you and not feel like a dirty little secret?" Her eyes burned and bottom lip quivered, but her voice was quiet.

She stood up on the other side of the bed and Fenrys looked her in the eyes. Those broken, confused eyes that had filled with tears Y/n wasn't going to let drop. And for a moment, he wished she was yelling. He wished she was screaming at him, berating him.

But she just stood there, upset and expectant. And he couldn't stop himself.

"Y-you...you can't know Y/n..." He stumbled over his words.

"Why not? Do you not trust me? Are you in with bad people? At least give me a reason." She snapped.

"A reason. I don't care if it's a lie. Just any reason for me to not tell my mother that her only daughter found her mate. That he's the most amazing male anyone's ever met!"

Fenrys just stared at her. He felt like his brain had stopped. She really thought he would do that?

He took two large steps around the bed and gripped her chin in his large hand.

"I would..." he took a deep, shaky breath, "I would never lie to you. Especially not about something like this."

She reached a hand up and held on to his wrist.

"Then... then why..." She trailed off. She had no words. All she wanted was to be with her mate. To have a big happy family that she didn't have to hide.

Fenrys sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Y/n onto his lap. She looped her arms around his neck and rest her head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him.

"Y/n, the reason we have to hide is because the female I serve, she... she can't find out about you. Because she'll torture you in every way possible. I want you unruined by that- that-"

"Calm down Fenrys. Take a deep breath." Y/n cut him off. She pressed three soft kisses to his neck and he sighed.

"Who do you work for, love? How bad could it possibly be?" Three more kisses and one tear hit his neck.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry. I- I work for... I can't..."

"Yes you can Fenrys. I won't get hurt. I can handle myself." Three more kisses.

"You're distracting me."

"Excuses excuses."

They each chuckled a little and Y/n pulled away from from the crook of his neck.

"Fenrys." Her tone was stern and he blinked for a moment before sighing once again.

"I-I am blood-sworn to Queen Maeve."

And silence.

More silence.

Even more sile-

"Please say something Y/n!" He sounded so desparate.

"You're my mate, Fenrys. I love you. And I understand. I just... wish you could've told me sooner."

"I'm sorry." He whined and this time he pressed three kisses to Y/n's neck.

"I know you are. I love you "

"You're still mad."

"Yeah, yeah I am." She rested her hand on his jaw and pressed their lips together.

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I feel like your type is 100% himbo. But I could also see you with a himbo/bad boy kind of guy.

i’m a sucker for frat boys, chaotic himbos and leo men even tho they’re literally the worst. but i’ve always found “bad boys” rly attractive but they scare me LMFAO

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had this idea just now while on the train and needed to share. royal!au where void and stiles are twins (so no possession etc. kinda like in sits) and princes then a servant girl accidentally hurts void twin when helping him clean up a cut or sum and she gets scared but instead of yelling like she thought he laughs and they start spending time together and fall in love but they have to keep it a secret bc hes a prince and she's a servant

ur an angel

listen it’s literally 500 bullet points long just accept it y’all

stiles typically being known as the 'friendly' prince

because he's so chatty, he loves talking and doing public events and speeches

but because stiles is always the one talking and accepting gifts etc, noah quickly got a reputation

and he didn't really do anything to deserve that

a few scowls and bad days, and one snap at a gardener who removed his flowers from his mother's grave after her death, and suddenly he's 'the dark prince'

and you? you're just one of the kitchen maids

not a very well known one, either

you just pour drinks and clean up the messes, and help lay out the tables

you don't even get to cook for the royal family

so that's how the first real meeting goes

you're pouring drinks for the princes, and you're a little distracted

because did prince noah get a new ring? it's pretty. really pretty. it's so beautifully done, it probably cost more than your entire wages for the year, an- oh fuck

you pour the wine a little too much, and it drips over the sides

of course, noah isn't exactly used to having wine poured on him, that was kind of a shock

and he drops the glass

it shatters everywhere

your apron and the bottom of your dress are covered in red wine

your only presentable dress

the one you have to wear when you actually leave the kitchen to serve

not likely that you'll be doing that again anytime soon, now, though

"oh, no, I am so sorry, m'lord"

"it's okay, it's just wine."

and he leans down to help pick up the pieces

"you don't have to do that, m'lord, really, it's my fault and-"

trying to take the shards of glass from his hands, only to catch on against his finger, and cut him a little

"oh, god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, really, it was an accident an-"

"it's just a cut, I've had far worse."

and the look on his face says it all.

like he knows what you were expecting of him, and he knows what everyone was thinking

you're braced to be shouted at, to be fired on the spot, possibly even arrested for harming a royal

but now he's just staring at you with worried eyes because you know you're about to cry

but you can't even find words

"I'm truly sorry, m'lord."

and then you leave, and you send one of the other maids out to finish cleaning, and you take your shouting at silently

because you know you fucked up

and that night, long after everyone else is in bed, you're still up

scrubbing in cold water at the hem of your dress trying to get it clean

it's the only one you have, and you can't afford another good dress

if you can't fix it, then that means no more crowning ceremonies, no more serving the family, no more anything, because you'll just have aprons and rags

"you know, I never got your name."

"fuck! you scared me- oh, I mean, sorry, m'lord, is there anything I can help you with?"

now you're definitely gonna be arrested

because you swore at one of the damn princes

"you don't have to call me 'lord', that makes me feel old. you can just call me noah."

"sorry, prince noah."

"no, just noah. no titles."

"I don't think that's very appropriate, m'lord."

watching him frown again as he lights a few more candles, as opposed to the two you'd been using.

"what are you doing?"

"laundry, m'lord."

"at heaven knows what time, in cold water?"

"trying to get the wine stains out, m'lord. I can't get hot water, because that would require lighting a fire, and I don't have permission for that."

"your hands must be freezing, though?"

and then he takes your hands, and he's drying them off on a towel

you really don't know what to say or do

"why didn't you just wait until laundry day?"

"s'my only good dress, if the stain sets, I'll not have another."

"well, I think you should go to bed, or you're going to be exhausted."

"but m'lord-"

"princes orders."

and you really can't do anything now, but your dress is going to be ruined

when you get up to finish it the next day, the wine is mostly gone

but there's a faint rim around the bottom where it was, and some faded stains

"if you've not got a dress, you're not serving the family."

"I know, matron."

spending your day in the kitchens instead, scooping and shovelling coals into the fire

and you get a chance to leave when you're told to go and prepare the sitting room for after dinner

you're in the middle of lighting fires and laying out brandy glasses when someone comes in

"I'm almost done, I just need the dessert cutlery an-"

"I don't have that."

almost dropping another glass in your shock.

"m'lord-"

"noah."

"prince noah, how can I help you?"

and you know you look a mess, he's just standing there stoically, staring at you for a second as you try to wipe your cheeks.

and then he smiles, and he's taking a step closer

"you just smeared coal on your cheek."

feeling so embarrassed about it, but he isn't laughing, just smiling

and he wipes it away gently with his thumb

"I have something for you. when do you finish your tasks for the day?"

"when you go to bed, m'lord."

and he would just click his tongue and hum a little at that

"well, then, who do I have to talk to in order to steal you away for a few moments?"

honestly not knowing what to do with yourself

“I-uh-the matron, m’lord.”

who makes her entrance with-

“have you finished, yet? the family is on their way, you can’t be out here, an- prince noah, I apologise for her, she shouldn’t be here.”

feeling embarrassed that someone is actually apologising for your presence

“no apologies necessary, I was bothering her. we still need dessert cutlery, but I need to borrow, uh-”

and now he’s embarrassed, and his cheeks kind of get a little pink as he looks at you

“the kitchen maid, m’lord?”

“her name, matron?”

“her name? (Y/N).”

“I need to borrow (Y/N), for just a few moments.”

and you see parts of the palace you’ve never seen before

because you’re just a kitchen maid, you know the dining room, the kitchens and the living rooms, and the staff entrances and pathways

you’re honestly worrying about whether you’ve got coal on your shoes and you’re ruining the expensive rugs

“I felt bad for ruining your good dress.”

“it was my fault, m’lord, I was distracted.”

“but I dropped the glass, and so I wanted to fix it.”

taking you to what seems like another living room

less brandy, more books, and a smaller fireplace

it’s more cosy than the after dinner living area

he gives you a box, and you already know what it is

opening the box to the most beautiful, deep blue dress you’ve ever seen

it’s got silk, its got lace, long hems and a corset bodice and sleeves that hook over your middle finger to create the elegant point on the back of your hand

“oh, wow... this makes my last good dress look like rags now.”

“do you like it?”

“it’s got the royal colours woven in. it’s your royal colour.”

when you look closer you can see them, all the shades of blue within it.

it’s got laces that are the same shade of baby blue as stiles’ carriage, and stitches the navy shade of the king, and the rest of it is the vibrant shade of deep blue that is noah’s colour.”

“well- yes. I thought it might look nice on you.”

“I love it, but I can’t accept it.”

“why not?”

“this dress probably cost more than I’d earn in years, I can’t afford that.”

“you don’t pay for gifts, (Y/N).”

hesitating, but he’s staring at you with wide pretty eyes and he pushes the box a little closer and you can’t really say no

“thank you, prince noah.”

“Well, I guess that’s better than ‘lord’. it’s progress.”

and then he’s giving you this little smile, and he says you can take it to put in your chambers

and he’ll go back to dinner

after that, there is almost something like friendship

you’d never dare to actually suggest you were friends with one of the princes, but it was nice

he’d smile at you when he saw you in the corridors, and sometimes he would even find time to exchange a few short words, between his royal duties and when you were alone

despite the looks you would always get from anybody passing by, wondering why a kitchen maid was talking to a prince

“you know, when I bought you a dress, it was with hopes that you’d wear it, so I could see you outside of the kitchens, again.”

almost dropping another glass as you were setting up the after-dinner room for desserts and brandy

“you have to stop scaring me like that. you’re unsettling good at sneaking around.”

you’re really not sure where the idea to chastise a prince - even jokingly - came from, but-

“it has it’s benefits.”

oh. oh, it’s okay. alright, then.

“well, the dress you bought is far too nice for simply serving dinner in, I’m saving it for a special occasion.”

“so, what you’re saying, is that if I want to see you again, I’m just going to have to buy you another, moderately less lavish gown?”

“I guess so, prince noah.”

“done. tell me which one?”

“I was joking, m’lo-”

“I was not.”

and now you’re just kind of staring at one another.

“if I were to skip brandy a desserts and go for a walk in the gardens, would you come with me?”

“I can’t, I have to wash the pots from dinner, and relay the table for breakfast.”

“I see.”

and he looks so disappointed, and you really don’t know why

“besides, m’lord, I’m not allowed in the royal gardens.”

“unless you’re with a royal.”

“I didn’t know you knew that.”

“I know all the legislature for my kingdom, it’s actually my job to know it, as one of the princes, and all.”

finishing laying out the glasses, and you can’t help but smile at his joke

“I am so sorry, my prince, is (Y/N) bothering you, again?”

trying not to physically scowl at the matron when she comes in

you swear, she hates you

“she has never bothered me. I think I find myself bothering her, actually.”

“no, of course not, m-”

“(Y/N) seems quite unwell. it must be the heat from the kitchens, she doesn’t look to well. I rather think she needs a breath of fresh air, don’t you agree?”

“oh, yes, of course, my prince, I’ll-”

“I think I could take some company in the gardens. You wouldn’t mind, would you, (Y/N)?”

and then you’re being offered an arm

no man has ever offered his arm to you to walk and now the prince is

and you feel embarrassed when you wipe your hands on the apron of your dress, and take his arm

but it does make you feel good when you watch the shock on your matrons face as you walk past her

walking the whole of the gardens with the prince

and it’s beautiful

there’s so many pretty flowers, and trees full of birds and blossom, and you take quite a pause to sit on a bench on one of the bridges that crosses the water

and it’s actually sunset by the time you’re making it back to palace

and you walk through the front entrance

with doors opened by guards who stare at you suspiciously

and you’re pretty sure it’s the best day of your life

“brother! you missed brandy. father did a puzzle. it was terribly boring. who’s this?”

and you curtesy, because you’ve never spoken to the other prince either

“no, wait, I know you. you’re the maid, with the spilled wine. my brother dragged my dress shopping for you, it was a very pretty dress.”

“it was, m’lord.”

“stiles, please. anybody who gets my brother to skip brandy and puzzles deserves a first name.”

“yes, prince stiles.”

“oh, so him you’ll call by his name?”

“I like you. as does my brother. it was lovely to meet you, you must excuse me, I need to make sure my father makes it to his bed.”

and then the other prince is leaving, and you’re alone again

and prince noah walks you right to the door of the staff entrance

“thank you for today, it was the best day of my life.”

“was it really?”

“yes.”

“then next time I’ll have to do better than just a simple walk.”

and he kisses your knuckles before bidding you goodnight

you don’t see much of noah the next day, or the day after, but you do on the third day

“you’re serving dinner today.”

“I am? matron, I don’t have a nice dress.”

“well, one was delivered for you. you must be getting a higher wage than I thought.”

it’s a very pretty dress, a simple white cloth with a few blue embellishments, all in the princes own shade of blue, sewn as pretty flowers into the hem

“i like your new dress.” he’d whisper as you pour him wine, and he’d smirk into his cup when you scoff under your breath

“yes, well, it was quite the surprise... thank you, prince noah.”

and you serve dinner the next day, and the day after that, too

until it starts to become something regular

after a couple of weeks, another dress happens to make itself known, one with red detailing on a pink fabric

and you’re not sure if you have enough drawer space for them both, so you keep one in a box while the other is being used

“do you like to read?”

“I do, my mother taught me before she died.”

you’re not as shocked by his presence this time, you’d expected it, from the way he’d let his eyes follow you throughout dinner, 

talking in broken sentences whenever he could, without getting you into trouble

“as did mine. what is your favourite book?”

“I don’t have one. I just read whatever I can, when I see it. sometimes, when the matron takes me to town to buy supplies, I can see the newspaper and read about the world.”

“would you like to read my favourite book with me? it’s warm weather the sun is out, I was thinking about walking through the gardens and reading on the benches.”

“I don’t think matron wo-”

“I already spoke to your matron. you’re all mine, if you’ll have me?”

“I think I’d like that, let me just finish the cutlery.”

watching as prince noah hands you all the correct pieces as you lay the table

and then he offers you his arm again, and you walk again

he reads to you a little bit, and you read to him

you’re not as good at reading as he is, but he has patience, and he never judges you

at then end of the night, he walks you to the staff entrance again

and he lets you take the book, and tells you that when you finish reading it, it’ll give you an excuse to see him again

taking it with you to bed, with a candle, and trying to be quiet, but someone was waiting for you

“you need to be careful. there are stars in your eyes. he’s a prince, and you’re a kitchen maid, remember that, before you spend your life with a broken heart, serving a new queen one day when he becomes king, and your dalliance together becomes nothing to him.”

and it almost hurts

because you never expected anything, but it’s true

whatever kind of bond is forming would one day be shattered

but it’s not tonight

tonight, you have a book, and a new dress, and a warm feeling

reading the book in three days, and giving it back to him

telling him how much you enjoyed it, and all of your favourite parts

watching his face light up when you do, and he speaks more than you’ve ever heard him talk when he talks to you about the book

so much so you loose track of time, and prince stiles is the one who comes to find his brother for dinner

and he smirks the whole time he does, in a way that makes you as embarrassed as prince noah is to have been caught by the younger prince chatting away

being given another book by the end of the week

which you read bits of together, and bits of alone

but he always asks you what you thought of them, and it always makes him happy to hear your thoughts

that goes on throughout the whole of the spring and summer

sharing books and talking about them, while taking walks around the gardens

when the weather starts getting a little colder, you find noah often offering you his jacket

before a coat, unlike one you’ve ever owned, shows up in a box much like your dress boxes

when the leaves start to fall from the trees, debutant season rolls around

and both princes are expected to make an appearance, as they are every year, in honour of all the young ladies and gentleman coming of age

“have you ever been to the capital?”

“have you ever been to the cellar?”

“okay, snarky.”

this conversation taking place on one of your walks, which at some point, seemed to have become expected, because your chores after dinner had faded away, and your mornings had become earlier instead

“I only ask, because it’s debutant season, which means my family goes to the capital for several days.”

“I’m aware, so all the pretty young ladies in their fancy dresses can hope you’ll ask them to dance, and win your heart, and become a queen some day.”

“that’s not what it’s for.” simply raising an eyebrow at him. “well, that’s not all that it is for.”

“for me, it means deep cleaning everything, and scrubbing the palace top to bottom, while preparing for winter.”

“this year, I’m hoping it’ll be something different for you. I would like you to accompany us.”

“that’s not my place, prince noah.”

“we choose whichever staff we’d like, and I would like you.”

“I’m not a guard, or a footman, or even a chamber maid. what purpose could I possibly serve?”

“you’d be my friend. these things can be awfully lonely when you’re not looking to get married, you know.”

going on a train

to the capital

and it’s crazy

admittedly, for the most part, you don’t actually see noah

he rides the first class train, and he rides in a different carriage, and stays in a different hotel to you

he’s trailed around the upper classes and introduced, and you sit with other staff of other families and stay quiet

but he always catches your eye, and smiles, and finds time to get small conversations in when he can

the first time you’re actually with the royal family is when they attend the debutant ball

and you’re all expected to arrive together

of course, he is introduced, one of the very last names, as he’s a royal, not just a debutant

you’re in the crowd, and his eyes quite literally light up

and he smiles when he walks down the steps and he keeps staring even as he’s shaking hands and making polite conversation

when mingling comes, he makes his way to you

“you’re wearing the dress I bought for you. with my colours.”

“this seemed like the most special occasion I’d ever see, and this is the most special dress I have ever owned, it was only appropriate.”

“you look beautiful.”

letting him mingle a little more

actually getting the courage to talk to some people, and see what life was like around the country for others, in places you’ve ever been to

prince noah finding you again

“would you like to dance with me?”

feeling like you can’t breathe

like the corset is suddenly too tight, or your hair might fall from the updo that took you hours, or maybe that the room just got a lot smaller-

“I would love to, my prince, but I can’t-”

“you can. nobody can stop you, I asked you, an-”

“no, I mean, I can’t dance. I don’t know how to. I was never taught. all these girls, they’re so elegant and they were taught to dance and I was taught to light fires and-”

“you’re panicking. stop panicking. we won’t dance, it’s okay. lets go somewhere else instead.”

taking his arm and letting him guide you through the halls

to a really big library

not as big as the palace one, you’re sure, but it’s big.

reading together for a while, and it’s so much more comfortable

letting your hair down, literally

and just relaxing

chatting late into the night until the candles all burn down, and the ball is long since over

and you both have to sneak through the halls to keep quiet and get to your rooms

and he walks you right to your door this time

and kisses your cheek when he lets you go

and things pretty much go back to normal when you get back

but the smiles are softer and his arm folds to bring you a little closer when you go for walks

snow starting to come around and it crunches when you walk in it

but then you don’t see noah for your walks for a couple of days

and he’s quieter during meal times

after almost a week of no interaction, you find out why

your matron telling you that you won’t be doing your regular chores today

you’ve been requested elsewhere

it’s prince stiles that comes to find you, and escorts you through the halls

to the upper levels where you’ve never been

“my brother, he’s not very well, but he keeps talking about you. I think you should be the one to look after him.”

and noah is not well at all

he’s got a fever and a cough and he’s very sniffly

smiling despite it when he sees you

“I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, I actually had to do my chores when you weren’t there to whisk me away.”

his laughs turning into a coughing fit

getting a cloth and some cold water mopping sweat fro his forehead

basically doting on him for two days straight

hand-making soup and food for him when he fell asleep

lighting the fire in his room to keep him warm

tidying up and swapping the sheets when he was bathing

reading to him to help him fall asleep

pushing hair back out of his face

on the last evening, when he is clearly doing considerably better, thanks to doctors and medicines and soups, you’re reading to him again

“can you sit next to me?”

“I am sitting next to you.” because you’ve pulled the chair from the corner right up next to his bed

but he’s patting the blankets next to him as he lays under them

“no, sit next to me.”

being nervous, because it’s entirely inappropriate

but you’ll be damned if you don’t want to

so you do

and he rolls over a little while you’re reading to him

he lays down and rests his head on your stomach and you play with his hair

and he falls asleep like that

and it hits you then and there that you’re in way too deep

because you liked the way it feels to be held by him, and you like seeing him when he’s not being proper, when he’s just himself, and reading books and going for walks, and shit, you like him

which is when you start to panic and pull away

because you’d gotten so used to him being there that you’d forgotten there was a time when he wasn’t

but there would inevitably be that one day again, and you weren’t so sure you were ready for that

finding things to do over the next few days so you can’t go on walks

and you haven’t finished the new book

it wasn’t that hard to find things to do

christmas was coming up and so that meant busy times

it meant big meals and parties and decorating the palace

and for a while, you thought the way you felt physically was just fro your distance

a guilt and pain from the way noah would look at you each time you turned down his walks or said you were busy

but it started to become obvious that it was more than that

something was wrong

you were sick

but you were a maid, and it was your job to work through it

but you could no longer serve meals or work in the kitchen

so you tried to do other work

you brought in boxes of decorations from the sheds outside after sorting through them all

and you cleaned the cellar and searched for the christmas wines and brandy over the regular ones

but that chill and damp only made it worse

and the first you realised it had simply gone from bad to a whole fucking lot of bad was when everything went black

you were carrying a a box of wreaths and ornaments from the shed and then nothing

waking up to a warm fire that had burned to ask long ago, and a lot of blankets, and a weight on your hand that was making it feel numb

pulling your hand back and shaking it out as you tried to get your bearings

a candle being lit seconds later and warm light spilling over the bed lightly

and a face you recognised well

“oh, my god, you’re awake. are you okay?”

“what happened?”

realising just how sore your throat was

fingers pushing your hair back out of your face lightly

little laughs that he let out that really weren’t amused but more relieved

“matron found you. said you’d been gone a while getting the wreaths, and she found you in the snow.”

and then he’s sniffling a little bit and he looks vulnerable, and when he puts a hand on your cheek, you don’t even question it

“you were so cold, and you were unconscious, and your lips were blue.”

and he brushes a finger over your lips and sniffles again

“you scared the shit out of me. it’s been three days. three days where I didn’t know if I’d get to see your pretty eyes again, or hear you talk about the fish in the stream, or feel my heart beat the way it does when you smile at me. don’t do that, okay? i was so damn scared..”

“noah..”

“why does it take one of us almost dying for you to call my by my name, huh? if I’d known that, I would have done something stupid a long time ago.”

and then he’s leaning in, and pressing a kiss to your forehead, and every bit of resistance you had towards staying away from him melts

because right now, you think you’d much rather live in the sweet moment than think about the heartbreak to come

“noah?” whispering his name again once he had settled his head back onto the edge of the bed, and you’re playing with his hair again

“yeah?”

“when’s breakfast?”

“not sure. it’s the middle of the night, and your room doesn’t have a clock. are you hungry?”

“little bit.”

“let’s get you some food, then.”

letting him help you out of bed, his hands a lot stronger as he pulls you to your feet

you’re still a little shaky and weak

still holding your hands, and standing right before you once you’re standing

“you can let go now.”

“I don’t want to.”

and then his fingers slip between yours in a tighter grip, and he’s holding your hand

his thumb playing with yours all the way to the kitchen

“sit down, I’ll make you something.”

“you’ve never cooked a day in your life.”

“well, there’s bound to be a book around here somewhere. which one was that soup you made me in?”

“my head, because that’s my recipe.”

“you made that? I thought you didn’t cook.”

“I don’t cook for you, but I can cook for me. I don’t have enough experience to cook for royals.”

“that was the best soup I’ve ever had.”

rolling your eyes at him, but thanking him anyway

searching for some bread to eat while he looks around

because you know that he’s probably never been down in the kitchens before

“will you teach me?”

“teach you what?”

“to make that soup. or, to cook something in general, I guess. I’ve never thought about it before, but I’m a little embarrassed now. my mum knew how to cook when we were little.”

so, you show him how to make soup

and it’s a bit of a mess

because he can’t chop very well without almost taking off his fingers, and he keeps jumping when bubbles pop in the pan

but you make soup, and sit at the table together to eat

“will you teach me something, too?”

“whatever you’d like.”

“will you teach me how to dance?”

letting him pull you to your feet once again

your hand on his shoulder, his hand in yours, and his hand on your waist

and you swear his fingers are burning right through your sleep dress

stepping on his toes a couple times

quiet giggles as he hums tunes and twirls you around the kitchen

and afterwards, he walks you to your room, and falls asleep in the chair beside your bed again

holding hands on your walks now

which makes both of you blush a little at first

and noah showing up in the kitchens, to everybody’s shock and matrons almost heart attack

and asking her if he can stick around and learn a few things

teaching you to dance in quiet moments when he can

and christmas comes around

the trees are up and so are all of the decorations and invitations for the christmas party have gone out

it’s the christmas parade, and then it’s preparing the christmas food

and before you know it, you’re walking the grounds again the night before the christmas ball

and noah’s hand is wrapped around yours as you keep your coat tight

and when he leaves you that night, it’s with a lingering kiss to your forehead, and a squeeze of your hand

before his forehead is resting on yours again, and he’s hesitating

“I know I’m going to see you tomorrow, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave you just yet.”

“it’s only a few hours away.”

“and I always hate the hours when I’m not with you, because I’m only ever truly happy now in the hours that I am.”

his nose brushing against yours

before matron is coughing not-so-subtly from the end of the corridor, and shaking a set of keys

and noah leaves, and you go to bed

the day of the ball being absolute chaos

not seeing noah until you actually go to the ball

which all staff are invited to, because it’s a buffet style meal

royals and staff alike on christmas

there’s music and dancing and you’re laughing with the other kitchen maids, who are all wearing their best dresses too

and despite the ‘staff and royals together’ approach, the royas nomrally mingle with the upper classes, and the staff with one another’s houses

but then there’s noah

and he’s taking your hand and asking you to dance with him again

“your father is watching, noah.”

you’d whisper it, and he’d smirk a little, and rub his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly

“I know. I don’t care who’d watching. I want everyone to see how great of a dancer you’ve become, I want everyone to see you in your pretty blue dress of my colours, and besides, you think my father doesn’t know of you by now? he’s rathe eager to meet you, I’ve been holding him off.”

“why’s that? it’s an honour to meet the king, you know.” teasing him a little despite how nervous the mere idea makes you

and twirling a little among the others on the dance floor

“because I want you to myself a little while longer. I’m selfish like that. once he meets you, he’ll love you, and then he’ll want you to do puzzles and chat, and that’s less time for me.”

“I think you’ve forgotten I’m just a kitchen maid, noah.”

“you’re so much more than that, darling.”

meeting the king

feeling like you might sweat right through your dress

and even though you know he’s trying to help, when noah holds your hand it only makes you so much more nervous

“so, you’re the young woman my son can’t stop talking about? I hope you’ll join me for a puzzle, one day, I’d rather like to get to know you better.”

“told you.”

letting him walk you to your room afterwards

lingering stares and holding of hands and more brushes of noses after cheek kisses

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“it’s christmas day, noah. your family came from across the country, and I have a rather large dinner to cook, perhaps the day after.”

“please, just a couple of minutes?”

“find me after breakfast, that’ll be the least busy time.”

he does

he wastes no time, he catches you right after breakfast before you’ve even got back to the kitchens after stocking up the other fires

smirking a little as his hand lands on your cheek

“you’ve smeared coal on your cheek.”

letting him wipe it away, feeling kinda nostalgic about it

“merry christmas, darling.”

“merry christmas, noah.”

“I got you something.” handing you a little box from his pocket, and inside it is a beautiful necklace, with a dark blue gem shining in it. “do you like it?”

“it is the single most beautiful thing I have ever held.”

“well, that’s fitting, because it’s for the single most beautiful thing that I have ever held.”

swearing you heard a scoff somewhere, but it’s very busy, and it’s probably just background noise

letting him put it on for you, and blushing when he adjusts it to fall just right

“my present for you seems stupid, now.”

“you got me a present?” watching his whole expression go soft

“I baked you some cookies, they’re my favourites.”

“that’s so sweet.” and then his hand in yours, tugging you a few steps forwards, and to the left

and then he’s looking up

and you can feel him trembling a little with his nerves

and you realise why when you follow his gaze

“is that-”

“yeah.”

mistletoe, hanging by a little piece of string from over one of the balconies and you were certain no member of staff had put that up

“are you going to-”

“yeah. I mean, I want to, if thats okay with you?”

“yeah.”

warm and soft kisses

so nervous at first

just timid little pecks with his hand on your cheek

before his pulling you in and it’s a little more confident

a hand on your waist and holing on firmer

panting a little when he pulls away

and staring at one another with wide eyes

because that just changed everything, and you’re so scared

“what now?” your voice cracking when you whisper

“now-” he would lick his lips, and give you another brief kiss, before straightening out his dinner jacket “now I go to dinner with my family, and tell my father that I’m in love with you, and later, we meet in the library, and talk about this, while eating cookies.”

“seems like you have this all figured out.”

“I’m terrified. stiles gave me a pep talk.”

watching the mistletoe surreptitiously being pulled away back over the balcony by the owner of the scoff you’d heard

“but you’re worth it. I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too.”

“well, that makes things a lot easier, and a lot less scary. I’ll see you later.”

another kiss, and then he’s leaving, and your head is still spinning

stiles coming down the stairs a second later, with mistletoe on a string in his hand

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another now, I think it’s about time we went for a little walk and a chat, hm?”

getting a wink and a promise of a walk from stiles, before you’re going back to the kitchens

i don’t know how to end this but this is the end ok

LITERALLY

i found and lost a fratboy! stiles fic it was a sad day when i couldnt reread tbh

I feel like your type is 100% himbo. But I could also see you with a himbo/bad boy kind of guy.

i’m a sucker for frat boys, chaotic himbos and leo men even tho they’re literally the worst. but i’ve always found “bad boys” rly attractive but they scare me LMFAO

this is all i can think about. andrew's spidey getting to save her would complete me

WHAT IF, WHAT IF that moment where MJ is falling she's saved by another spider-man and it's Andrew's

no because no im crying

no because i won't forgive void for erasing that innocent smile off my baby's face.