Emperorshoe - Noor

stranger

pairing : niki x fem!reader

wc : 1.4k

tags : @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

note : you could really see that i, someone who ults niki, really indulged in writing this >_<

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“mom, it isn’t fair,” the girl scowled, her eyes ablaze in evident anger. “i’m not getting married to some guy i’ve never met.”

the girl’s mother gave her a pointed look, saying her name as a small warning. “you’ll do what you have to for your kingdom. and, i think you’ll end up liking him once you see who it is. speaking of which, he’ll be here with his mother in a few minutes.”

rising from her seat, the girl leaned over the glossy wood table. “i am not getting married to a stranger.”

“well lucky for you he’s not,” her mom said as she rose from her own seat, walking over to the room's elegant doors.

the queen’s daughter was about to ask what she meant when there was a loud knock on one of the doors. a guard opened it, popping his head in before saying, “your majesty, the nishimura’s are here.”

heart leaping in her chest, the girl’s breath caught as the family walked in.

“welcome,” the queen greeted, smiling at the other monarch and her son. the other queen beamed as she kissed her cheek as a hello.

“riki?” the girl questioned aloud as her childhood friend entered the room, her head spinning with so many questions. she mainly wondered how on earth someone managed to change so much in only a year. “what’re you doing here?”

the blond prince gave her a boxy smile as he walked over and hugged her. “you look so different.”

“me? have you seen yourself?” she said in disbelief, hugging niki back regardless of her confusion. “you practically grew an entire foot and have a different hair color.”

as the pair pulled away from each other, the girl looked over at her mother. “mom, why are they here? don’t we have the-man-that-i-really-don’t-want-to-get-married-to coming over soon?”

“do you really dislike me so much that you would rather marry a stranger over me?” niki interrupted with raised brows, stepping back in offense.

the girl’s jaw nearly dropped in realization. “you? i’m in an arranged marriage with nishimura riki?!”

niki looked over at his friend’s, well, fiance's mother and said, “you didn’t tell her?”

the queen shook her head before offering a shrug. “i thought i’d let it be a surprise.”

“mom, seriously?! of all things to keep a secret it had to be this?” the girl drawled, still so unsure and shocked about the whole situation.

“oh stop, you should be glad it’s him and not some 'random man,’ as you would say,” her mother said, leading the other queen to the table and taking their seats. “why don’t you two go do something while we talk amongst ourselves here.”

“yeah, come on, let’s go down to the lake!” niki exclaimed as he grabbed the princess’ hand, not waiting for an answer before dragging her to the doors. “i’ve been dying to go down there.”

“wha-” the girl couldn’t even get a word out before they had already left the room, leaving both of their mothers to talk about god knows what.

niki began to slow as they rounded a corner, entering a long hallway with large windows. “i can’t believe we’re supposed to get married. did you know that our families have had this planned since we were kids?”

“seriously? that’s insane,” the girl sighed as the door to the outside came into view.

“that’s what i said! they practically introduced us in hopes that we’d be friends just to wed us one day for, and i quote, ‘the sake of our kingdoms.’ it’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard...not that marrying you is stupid or anything,” niki rambled, regretting his word choice.

as the pair pushed open the door and stepped into the warm sunlight, the girl said, “it’s fine, riki. i know what you meant. but, back onto the topic of how much you’ve changed; you look so different! it’s like someone took your face and slapped it onto another body.”

niki began to tug off his coat as they started on a cobblestone path. “is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

“yes. it’s a good one, so appreciate it. your shoulders are broader, your hair looks really good styled like that, and the height suits you, although i am kinda mad i’m no longer taller than you,” she said, glancing between the prince that towered over her and the body of water that they were walking to.

“i could say the same about you,” niki said, flashing her a playful smile.

the girl looked up at him in question as they stepped off the paved trail and onto the soft ground that was near the water. “what the hell is that supposed to mean? i grew a foot and cut my hair?”

“well, you grew, just not the way i did,” niki said, raising his eyebrows and chuckling.

“oh,” the girl whispered before his statement registered. she whacked him with her hand. “hey! fricking pervert.”

niki laughed as they stepped on the dock that led out to the middle of the small lake, the two teens slipping off their shoes before continuing on.

in an attempt to change the subject, niki pointed at the glistening water in front of them. “look, a turtle is poking its head out!”

the girl rolled her eyes at him before looking at where he pointed. she took a step forward, bending slightly as she leaned over the edge of the dock, completely absorbed in looking for the turtle niki said he saw.

meanwhile, the playful prince moved closer and shoved her into the water, giggling at the yelp she let out.

the water was cool on the girl’s skin as she kicked off the sandy bottom and swam to the top, preparing to yell at niki for pushing her in.

breaking the surface and beginning to swim back towards the dock, she glowered at him as she pushed wet hair from her face. “what the hell was that for?! do you know how hard it is to swim with all these layers plus a corset?! i could have drowned!”

niki bent down at the edge of the dock, resting his hands on the wood as he said, “but you didn’t, did you?”

“give me your hand and help me up,” she told him with a scowl, offering one of her hands while trying to stay afloat at the same time.

“how do i know you won’t pull me in?” niki questioned with an untrusting expression.

“just help me up, nishimura!”

niki muttered something under his breath before reaching out to her. he started to pull when she yanked back hard, dragging him into the water too.

“hey!” niki hollered as he resurfaced. he splashed some water at his friend. “i thought you weren’t going to pull me in?!”

“you deserved it. now please come over here because i need something to cling onto so i don’t drown in this dress. your toes touch the ground while mine do not,” the girl demanded, already making her way over to niki.

groaning, the blond-haired boy let her cling to him, her dress beginning to float around the two of them.

“you know, i just realized something,” the girl started, pushing some of niki's hair out of his eyes. “we’re going to have to kiss at our wedding.”

“what? absolutely not. i’ll peck your cheek, but that’s the closest we’re getting to actually kissing,” niki said with a disgusted look.

“oh, so kissing me is such a horrible idea?” the princess said with an arched brow.

“no, that is not what i said.”

“riki, you literally just said that,” the girl said with a straight face.

“ugh, i didn’t mean it like that and you know it,” niki said, looking at her as if she would suddenly understand.

“do i?”

niki looked at her with a serious expression. “yes. you know i wouldn’t mind kissing you.”

he regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. his eyes widened as he started to shake his head, a result of saying the wrong thing.

“i can’t tell if you’re trying to confess your feelings or not,” the girl mused, a bright smile on her face as she watched niki’s cheeks and ears turn red, avoiding eye contact with her. “and for someone who’s such a flirt, you suck at it.”

opening his mouth to argue with her about the last part, niki was cut off when the girl grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.

she didn’t say anything as she leaned it, connecting their mouths. his lips were soft against hers, and she sighed when he started to kiss back, his hands moving from her arms to her lower back. the taste of sweet salt from the water began to overwhelm her tongue.

niki pulled away first, his eyes slightly glazed as he looked at her.

“still think kissing me is a bad idea?”

Hiii! How are you? Can you write more about harry x reader x draco? Like how would they act like a couple?

how harry x reader x draco would act as a couple:

(side note would it be called a couple or trio?)

features NSFW and SFW

a/n: hi! i’m good! i’ll be writing more draco x harry x reader soon, but i figured this would be a good way to show how i see the three of you acting as a couple.

SFW:

-the three of you interchange clothes, A LOT. so since at least two of you are in different houses, be prepared to get odd looks when harry walks into the grand hall wearing draco’s tie

-during the holidays all three of you stay at hogwarts together, spending all possible time you can together

-draco spoils the absolute FUCK out of you and harry, buying you both anything you want/need

-but both boys are determined to spoil you materialistically, to a point where you had to tell them to stop competing with one another

-harry brings you to the burrow over summer break, and molly has grown to love you and draco (even though at first they watched draco like a hawk)

-harry and draco still both bicker with each other, and often times try to drag you into it

-both of them are big on PDA, they like people knowing what belongs to them

-draco sometimes prefers more one on one time with the each of you, while harry prefers to do everything together as a group

-harry’s an extrovert, draco’s an introvert

-harry always sneaks you and draco food from the kitchen late at night <3

-draco gets concerned when you don’t eat enough, and is always ensuring you’ve drank enough water

NSFW:

-draco is an ass man, harry is a titty man, no debate around it

-draco prefers to be called daddy, while harry likes to be called master or sir

-both of the boys are dominant, but harry’s a switch when he wants to be

-harry and draco often compete with one another to see who can make you cum the hardest/fastest

-they LOVE to leave hickies and bruises all over you, nothing satisfies them more then marking whats theirs

-sometimes harry likes to be a cuck, watching draco absolutely ruin you

-both of the boys put your pleasure first, they love watching you get overstimulated

-during aftercare, draco is usually the one to get you water and clothes, while harry cuddles you and tells you how great of a job you did

-draco and harry both lost their virginity’s to you, on the same night

fireplace

pairing : sim jake x fem!reader

wc : 0.4k

note : writing this STRESSED ME TF OUT so if it’s bad i’m sorry 💀

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“she seems to like you,” jake mused at the girl petting layla, a soft smile on his face as he shut the wooden door behind him.

“of course she likes me; i’m her favorite of us two,” she retorted, peeling her eyes from the dog in her lap to the prince that had walked into the bedroom.

snorting at his lover’s words, jake came up behind the plush couch that rested near a roaring fireplace, setting a hand on her shoulder and bending slightly to meet her eyes. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that, love.”

opening her mouth to argue, she was cut off when jake called layla’s name, smirking as the dog immediately jumped off the sofa and came running in his direction.

jake shrugged with a cheeky smile as he disappeared behind the couch to pet layla, leaving the girl to shift in her seat and drape herself over the back. “you are quite annoying, i hope you’re aware of that.”

looking up, jake continued to grin as he stood and hopped over the back of the couch in one swift motion. “i am aware, thank you very much.”

the girl shook her head at him, but curled against his side after he had rid himself of his coat and boots. “you’re extremely lucky i love you, or i would’ve kicked you out of this castle and stolen layla from you.”

“oh, i’m sure you would. but i think layla would drive you mad without me here. you’d just end up coming back to me in the end,” jake said, his head tilted to the side as he looked into the blazing fire.

scoffing, the girl rested her head on his shoulder, moving against his frame. “i don’t believe i’d come running back to you.”

“you’ve already done it once, what would stop you from doing it again?”

“ok, that was one time-”

“still happened though,” jake recalled as he met her eyes. she didn’t say anything back, only glared playfully at her fiance.

“oh don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true,” jake said as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “now get some rest, i told you not to stay up for me.”

“but i wanted to see you,” his partner whispered as she shut her eyes, her cheek falling against his chest.

smiling, jake kissed her brow, whispering a soft “i know” before resting his head on her own, letting his thoughts wander as his eyes returned once again to the fire.

cameronmonaghan: Peaky Feckin' Blinders

📸devilsaysshoot

Standing in front of your throne, a fire burns inside me

enhaverse | illuminated

swing me these sorrows, and try delusion for a while; its such a beautiful lie.

i could’ve fixed him

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 — benedict bridgerton x female reader . in which benedict discovers a lady asleep on his bed after retiring from the annual bridgerton ball for the night.

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The last thing that Benedict had expected to see when stumbling into his bedchambers after retiring from the ball for the night, still slightly tipsy, was a lady fast asleep on his bed. But Alas — there you were. Fast asleep, chest slowly rising and then falling again, your lips parted and the material of your ballgown draped in a rather messy manner around you.

He rubbed at his eyes harshly, as if doing so would prove that you were indeed a figment of his imagination, that he was coming down with a fever and therefore hallucinating, that a shadow had taken form on his bed and he had simply mistaken it for a girl. But no. You were actually there. On his bed.

Benedict felt his mouth fall open and shut again – bewildered but slowly coming to his senses. He finally closed the door behind him, so as to ensure nobody would see you, that your reputation wouldn’t be ruined over something which wasn’t anything. “Alright… alright.” he mumbled to himself, taking a few steps closer to the bed and kneeling onto the mattress besides you. Hoping that perhaps his weight shifting underneath would wake you up but… no. Instead you just mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, shifting onto your side as you did so. 

The annual Bridgerton ball had taken place that night, was still taking place downstairs in fact, and was still running into the early hours of the morning. But Benedict decided that he had had enough of the ton for one day, that he would get a somewhat early night. Instead one of his mother’s  guests was napping in his bedchambers. Which he had to admit was something completely new to him, in their many years of hosting balls he had never experienced this. 

“Um… Excuse me? Miss?” he half whispered, placing a light hand on the soft skin of your arm and attempting to gently shake you awake. “You really need to wake… You don’t wish to be caught alone together, hm? Especially not in my bedchamber…” 

Upon further inspection, Benedict noticed that your hair had been lazily removed from its updo, and instead fell around you, framing your face and complimenting your features perfectly. He brushed a piece away from you, tucking it behind your ear and frowning as he stared down at you. He was entirely unsure of what to do, and far too aware of how the situation would appear to anybody else - your reputation would be completely ruined if you were caught in this situation. Benedict wanted to ask his mother for help, but was frightened to leave you here alone. What if something happened to you? What if something had already happened to you? 

Benedict was unaware that just a few hours earlier, you had began to grow incredibly bored of the ball – by the mundanity of it all, the endless stream of men that your mother insisted on parading in front of you, the dances, the meaningless and far too polite conversation. You had instead decided to plant yourself in a corner nearest to the drinks table… where you had been drinking the night away ever since. 

You were unsure of how much you had actually drank, but when the entire room began to spin in a rather unpleasant way you had decided that it was probably time to stop. You had managed to stagger out of the ballroom and into a hallway – though you can hardly remember the journey upstairs and through the hallways into Benedict’s bedchamber, nor can you remember falling asleep, but you know that you certainly didn’t intend to fall into such a deep slumber. 

“Miss?” your eyes fluttered open to the sound of a concerned voice – a man. You sat yourself up quickly, too quickly. You immediately regretted it as the room began to sway again, the unfamiliar surroundings rocking back and fourth. You soon discovered the source of the voice, sat besides you on the bed with his eyebrows pulled together in concern. A Bridgerton. You weren’t entirely sure which one, but you knew that he was a Bridgerton.

“Oh dear God.” the words fell from you before you could stop them, bringing your hands upwards in an attempt to cover your face. Although you were still very drunk, you had enough sense to be embarrassed, mortified in fact, by the entire situation. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mr Bridgerton.” you mumbled — refusing to meet his eyes, which were burning through you with an undeniably intense curiosity. 

Benedict blinked in surprise, he had never got quite used to the entirety of the ton being aware of who he was — most of the time they cannot tell him apart from his brothers, but they are still aware that he is a Bridgerton, meanwhile he is half asleep when introduced to people by his mother, it can be quite rare that he actually remembers a name.

“Are you quite alright?”

“I’m a little bit...”

“Drunk? I know that. I can smell the alcohol on you. But are you alright? I mean you were hiding in my bedchambers, asleep on my bed. Did something happen? Other than the copious amounts of alcohol.” Underneath his concern, his curiosity, his twenty questions – was amusement. You could tell that he was repressing a smile, perhaps even in a small laugh. 

You felt your cheeks begin to warm, feeling completely and utterly  embarrassed – he could smell the alcohol on you after all. You stood from the bed as soon as you could get up, an action which ended up being a complete mistake, you began to stagger sideways almost instantly. Benedict having to stand from where he was sitting in order to prevent you from falling. He placed two firm yet gentle hands on your arms, holding you in one place. 

“It’s alright… I’m not angry, if anything I’m quite amused…” you were forced to make eye contact with him at that point, and discovered that he was practically gazing at you, smiling as if he was biting back a laugh – he became serious again rather quickly. “But are you alright? Has anybody hurt you? Or was the annual Bridgerton ball just that boring?” 

You shook your head quickly. “I’m quite alright… I didn’t mean to fall asleep, do you see? I just needed a rest.” Your excuse didn’t give you any comfort, here you were, apologising to someone who was practically a stranger for falling asleep on his bed because you… needed a rest. 

“So you’re fine. Just sleepy, I suppose.” 

“Just sleepy.” You confirmed.

“And drunk… Too much of my mother’s famous punch.”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips – he was actually quite amusing. Why couldn’t your mother have paraded him in front of you instead of the magnitudes of bores who she insisted on you at least considering? 

“Do you care to tell me your name?” Benedict questioned, his head tilting to one side as his eyes scanned across your features, not making an attempt to hide his curiosity. 

“Y/N.” You replied, raising your head in the most confident and self assured manner that you could muster. 

“Well… It’s lovely to meet you, Miss Y/N.” He removed his hands from each of your arms, instead taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the bare skin, before gently releasing you. “I’m Benedict — You don’t have to bother with the Mr Bridgerton stuff, I’m just Benedict afterall.” 

“I must be getting back… Benedict.” You smiled, hesitating at first but ultimately enjoying the way that his name sounded on your tongue. Benedict — you decided that you could get used to it. “I am sure that my mother will be worrying.” 

Benedict raised an eyebrow, sitting back on the edge of his mattress. “You can hardly stand, Miss Y/N. I’m not sure that you’re in any fit state to return to the ball just yet.” He stretched his legs out, removing his waistcoat and discarding it somewhere across the room.

“I appreciate the concern but I am perfectly fine.” you crossed your arms across your chest, feining irritation as you stared down at where he now practically laid across the bed. Unbeknown to you, your words were still slurred – very slurred. 

He was now laying back, gazing up at the ceiling. “You’ll be the talk of the town! I can picture it now… Do you think that you’ll be the main feature on Lady Whistledown? Or instead one of the more minor segments?” You stayed silent, arms staying tightly crossed. “Miss Y/N…” He held out an arm dramatically above him “drunken disaster…” 

“That is very rude! Were you not taught never to speak to a lady in such a manner?” you exclaimed, picking up what was nearest to you and throwing it across the room, where it landed on his chest – luckily, it was quite a small book, and did no damage when it came into contact with him. 

Benedict seemed utterly unfazed, laughing quietly to himself and opening the book to a random page – where he seemingly pretended to be utterly engrossed in the chapter. “Apparently not… I have four sisters so I am quite used to bickering with these so called ladies that you speak of.” He paused for a moment. “I will find something to sober you.” he stood, suddenly serious, his gaze turning to where you stood. “But only if you promise to stay here for the time being. If someone sees you leaving my bedchambers it would look most suspicious.” 

You nodded quickly, knowing that as much as you wanted to disagree,  he was most definitely right. “Just sit.” Benedict pointed to the bed, and you did so without hesitating, being very obedient. “And stay there. I won’t be gone for very long.” 

Benedict managed to leave his bedchamber without being spotted – using the servants staircase in order to avoid seeing anybody, and making his way down to the kitchen in order to fetch tea and biscuits for you. Meanwhile, you sat on the edge of Benedict’s bed, inspecting the surroundings the best you could without moving. You noticed an easel in the corner of the room and raised an eyebrow – you wouldn’t have guessed that he was a painter, but then again, you hardly knew him.

The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, waiting for Benedict to return to his room, and when he finally did you weren’t expecting him to return carrying a huge tray in a rather clumsily manner. He placed it down on the table besides his bed, shutting the door behind him as quick as he could. “Sorry that took me so long I…” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to carefully think his words over. “If I’m being completely honest I couldn’t work the stove to heat the water… but I got there eventually. Tea and biscuits, for you.” Benedict smiled sheepishly, before beginning to pour you a cup of tea. He handed it to you, and you gratefully took it. “You actually stayed sat there, how obedient!” 

You rolled your eyes, attempting to pay no mind to the way that particular comment made you feel – deciding to ignore it completely. “Thank you, Benedict.” Silence fell between the two of you, Benedict pouring a cup for himself before sitting besides you. “You’re an artist?”

He glanced over at the easel in the corner of the room before looking back to you, nodding as he did so. “Something like that… I like to draw, but whether I am an artist or not is most likely up for debate.” 

“Are you any good? Would you be able to capture my likeness? Can I see one of your sketchbooks?” You inquired, questions falling from you with zero difficulty. You thought that perhaps you might be speaking too much, but Benedict entertained every question that you asked him. 

He paused for a moment, eyes scanning you up and down – you couldn’t help but shiver underneath his gaze. “Hm… I’m certainly not a bad painter, though sometimes I doubt myself – I suppose we all doubt ourselves at times.” He was quiet once again, choosing his words carefully. “I’m unsure whether I’d be able to capture your beauty, but I’m always up for a challenge.” Benedict began to search through his bedside drawers, holding multiple sketchbooks in his hand. “I’m not sure if all of my sketches would be exactly… appropriate for a lady.” 

Once again, your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, and you turned your attention quickly to your tea to hide just how flustered his words made you – trying to ignore him as he began to flick through the pages of the filled books, tossing a few aside as he deemed them as being too inappropriate for your eyes. Of course you were curious, but you chose not to press on. 

You crossed your legs underneath you in the best way that you could manage whilst still wearing your ballgown, leaning forwards with interest as Benedict opened a sketchbook on the bed in front of you – pointing to the charcoal sketches. “My sisters… Daphne, Eloise, Francesca and Hyacinth.” he pointed to each picture, smiling proudly as he did so – proud more so of his actual sisters than he was of the drawings (although he knew that he had captured them well.)

“They’re beautiful, truly. You’re quite gifted.” You turned the page, smiling as you took in each sketch. 

You certainly didn’t miss how Benedict’s cheeks flushed a reddish hue with each compliment, how his lips turned up at the corners into a shy smile. He was clearly passionate about his work, cared more than he wanted to about what others thought of his art, that he valued your opinion. “Thank you… it means a lot. Truly.” 

The two of you spent as long as possible, talking, laughing, looking through Benedict’s sketchbooks, discussing books you had read recently – until you had sobered up… at least a little bit. The tea and biscuits soaking up some of the alcohol in your system, though there was nothing wrong with being a little bit merry at an event. 

“I suppose you truly should be off now.” Benedict sighed, helping you to your feet. “Most people will be leaving soon…  and you don’t want your mother to end up sending out a search party to find you.” You were certainly a lot more steady on your feet this time around, taking a few hesitant steps with the help of Benedict and feeling fine. 

You nodded, sighing quietly to yourself – you had had a much more enjoyable night, with better conversations in the short amount of time spent with Benedict than you had had at any other ball. “Thank you, for being so kind… and I’m sorry again.” 

Benedict shushed you, pressing a gentle finger to your lips – apparently feeling rather more bold than he usually would. “There’s no need to apologise – as strange as it was, I’ve had a lovely time. A better time than I would had I spent more time actually socialising.” 

“Me too.” You admitted, smiling sheepishly at him. Benedict turned from you, creeping to the door of the room and slowly opening it in order to prevent it creaking — he peered out, eyes scanning the hall to ensure that nobody was around. “It’s clear.” He reached out his hand to guide you to the door and you gladly took it, enjoying the warmth of his skin on yours as you were lead from the door. Benedict walked you to the end of the hall, pointing as he gave you directions back to the ballroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a sadness within you as you walked the halls, taking in every tiny piece of detail: the paintings; the wallpaper; the furniture; the flooring – certain that you wouldn’t be returning. “Well… Goodbye.” You whispered shyly, offering a small wave before turning and beginning to descend the grand stairs. 

“Wait…” Benedict mumbled, turning and taking your hand in his and spinning you around to face him. You felt your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, watching as he hesitated with his words before finally blurting out the question – “Can I see you again?” 

“Of course you can… Mr Bridgerton.” You smiled, and in a feeling of unnatural and rare moment of courage you leaned up to kiss his cheek – pressing your soft lips to his skin before pulling away and watching as his face began to flush to a pretty shade of rosy pink. Unbelievable. You had managed to make Benedict Bridgerton blush. 

Before he could speak, you practically ran from the scene, gathering up your skirt in your hands to ensure that you wouldn’t trip. You knew that it was probably quite a dangerous thing to do, considering the fact that you weren’t exactly sober.

Benedict watched as you ran from him until you were completely out of sight, his lips slightly parted in surprise as he struggled to process all of the events from that night — it  all felt very much like a fever induced dream.

On returning to his bedchambers, Benedict flipped to a new page in his sketchbook and began to draw – wanting to sketch you to the best of his abilities before his memories began to fade. Despite his previous desire for an early and long night of sleep, he ended up staying awake for most of the night working on the portrait, ensuring that it would be ready before you awoke that morning. 

And when you awoke one of the first things that you discovered was a grand bouquet of roses left on the table besides your bed, made up of all sorts of different shades and sizes… alongside a note. Your lady’s maid had brought the flowers into your room whilst you had slept, creeping along the wooden floor so as not to wake you. She was secretly excited for you, having sneakily seen the note which came with the bouquet – she had unfolded it before tucking it back into place.

Hours after the flowers had arrived, you finally awoke. Still in your nightgown, half asleep and still in your nightgown, half asleep and sporting a small alcohol induced headache - you had leaned over to inspect the flowers before reaching for and unfolding the note — discovering a drawing of yourself. 

 A small gasp escaped you as you took it in. Benedict. He had made you look beautiful, so beautiful – he had captured you perfectly, all of you, seeming to even capture the soul behind your eyes. You just seemed so alive. His signature was at the bottom of the portrait, alongside the words “Sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. – Benedict Bridgerton.” 

You ran your finger gently across the words, careful not to smudge any of it – the words repeating in your head again and again. A contented sigh falling from your lips, you fell back onto your mattress, holding the drawing close to your chest as the night’s events really sunk into you. It was hard to believe – yet the words on the page were there as proof — sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. Benedict Bridgerton.

Hello can give yandere draco malfoy hsc

Ofc my love I want more Harry Potter hcs

Yandere draco hcs

He is possessive and obsessive

He is very protective

He does not care what house you are in but it's definitely a plus if you are Slytherin

He steals things of yours

He stalks you and takes pictures

He will buy you expensive gifts

Wants to be close touching you all the time

His family feeds to his tendencies

He loves having you on his lap

Hands on your wrists or holding yours all the time

Marks you any way he can

Isn't afraid to kill for you

Mean to everyone but you

All his friends love you

His friends are most likely platonic yanderes

Praises and worships you

Calls you darling and love

He calls you his s/o even if you aren't dating

i understand the actors are attractive in the movie warfare, but yall that is NOT the movie to be thirsting over them