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a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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ATSV HEADCANON: they get jealous . . . ☆

warnings - mainly just fluff, maybe a hint of yandere if you squint, insecurities, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n or reader and jealousy from our fave spiders.

word count - 2.4k

main masterlist <33 | proof read?: yes.

based off of this request: jealous hc !!

. . . ☆ miles morals!e-1610

He'll try and ignore the nasty feeling of jealousy but it's tough when all he can think about is how joyous you look spending time with another guy that isn't him.

It slowly eats away at him the more time you two spend away from each other, and sooner or later you'd notice the change in his demeanor. He was quieter, his greetings weren't the same, and his energy constantly seemed low. Every time you said something he'd reply with a simple hum of acknowledgment and if you were trying to cheer him up with a corny joke the only thing you'd receive was a faulty breath from his lips and a lopsided grin.

His hugs weren't bone-crushing anymore, his texts were in one-words, and even when you two shared a class he acted different. Instead of the usual passing notes and quiet laughter at inside jokes, he simply turned his body towards the window and stayed quiet. He didn't spare a single glance in your direction until the bell rang. Even then he didn't look at you, blankly staring at the floor while gathering his things and blearily walking out with slouched shoulders.

So many confusing thoughts and hurt feelings from made-up scenarios circled around his brain. He wanted to talk to you so badly and just make sure everything was okay. He just didn't know how to approach it, so it continued to eat at him until you confronted him about it.

You saw him walking his usual route towards his place and couldn't help but chase him down. You constantly pestered him and asked him questions to get to the root of the problem but all he did was respond with simple phrases like "I'm fine.", "M' just tired.", and "Nah, I'm good."

Your dedication and unwillingness to let him go home angry finally paid off when he snapped. His words jumbling and his hands flailing in the air as he unleashed every thought and feeling that led to that moment.

Once he finished his rant, you two stood across from each other in complete silence. His chest lifted up and down as if he was exhausted. No words could come to your mouth, but your legs moved without hesitation and before you knew it your arms engulfed him in a tight hug. You felt bad for not being able to express how you felt in words but all miles needed was reassurance and your arms being wrapped around him was more than enough.

. . . ☆ miles morales! e-42

Miles is very straight-forward and blunt. He speaks his mind, which can be a blessing and a curse. With his over-protective nature and blank-like expressions he's more intimidating than most, especially when confronting people he thinks are getting too chummy with you. If a guy is checking you out, miles will speak up before you even notice. "ay, you got a starin' problem or sum?" in situations like these he tends to get touchier with you. Either resting a hand on your hip or hanging his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

Miles has a certain phrase that he says whenever you scold him for being so confrontational. "They gon have to get through me to get to you." and he tends to stand on that word.

Miles isn't shy of confronting people, or even using violence when it comes down to it. He prefers to handle situations like these with as least violence as possible. He doesn't want to subject you to that kind of thing, if anything he wants to keep you away from it. It's why he's so protective of you and also why you don't know he's the prowler.

You were walking home late at night all by yourself, and as much as you wanted miles to be there with you, he couldn't. You texted him letting him know you'd be staying late after school because of a project. He mentioned how he wouldn't want you walking home by yourself, especially so late at night. So, he decided he'd drive you back home on his motorcycle.

But when the time came for him to pick you up, you were left stranded. He never returned your countless calls or text messages which led into you walking back home all by yourself. Uncomfortable would be an understatement to describe the way you felt as you whisked your way passed sketchy groups of people with your head down. You took shortcuts and turned into ally's to get away from any potential threats not knowing you'd walk right into the hands of one.

A tall lanky man with sunken eyes somehow cornered you in-between the brick wall of a random apartment complex. You were terrified. Your legs grew weak, and your nose started to sting in warning of the incoming tears. All you could do was push your body as far as you possibly could into the wall behind you. Desperately hoping it would engulf you and take you as far away as possible from the situation.

You shut your eyes, bracing for whatever torturous impact to come. Fortunately, it never did. Instead you felt a swift gust of wind past you and the sound of a hard thud paired with a low groan. You cracked your eyes open only to see the mask of the most-feared vigilante in New York. He walked closer and closer until he was finally hovering over you, his mask nearly touching your nose.

As you stood frozen in shock, a clawed hand rested next to your face. "What I say? They gotta get through me to get to you."

. . . ☆ gwen stacy

Gwen is a liar. You can ask her if she's jealous and she'd respond with a scoff and wobbly smirk, scratching the side of her head before replying with something along the lines of "Jealous? No, way." when in reality she's seething. She wants to be completely secure and unbothered like Hobie, but there's always this nagging voice in the back of her head that fills her with annoyance and bitterness.

When someone shows any type of romantic interest in you she'll get tense and her cool facade will be replaced by her visible discomfort. She knows you love her and is continuously reminded when you shut down any confessions, but that painful uneasiness still comes no matter what.

Depending on what mood she's in that day she'll either tense up and shy away from the situation or desperately try to avert your attention back to her.

When one of your classmates walks up to you complimenting you and eyeing you up and down, Gwen's hand that was loosely holding yours fell to her side before returning to her jacket pocket. Her shoulders squared to her ears as she quietly sighed and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. She avoided eye-contact with you and the person, choosing to look around the hallway as if she wasn't eaves-dropping into the conversation. (she was)

Once the person leaves she'll grab your hand and start pulling you towards the exit "that was weird, right?" she'd murmured half-jokingly while nudging her shoulder with yours.

The next time you and that person interact is when Gwen is over your place. Once you excuse yourself from the conversation and take the call from your classmate, Gwen once again gets antsy. But she's much more combative this time around. She'll snatch her drumsticks up and start tapping on any and all surfaces she can reach. Calling out your name to get your attention so you can focus on her instead of your classmate.

All in all it really depends on what mood you catch her in. She can either be awkward and tense or combative and loud. At the end of the day all she wants is your attention.

. . . ☆ pavitr prabhakar

Pavitr is quite secure in himself and in the relationship, but he does get jealous on occasion. Never from a situation of you simply getting hit on or someone complimenting you, more so from his own insecurities and made-up scenarios that he plays in his head.

He enjoys the time you two have together fully enveloped in each others presence. So, when that time gets interrupted by someone he gets sulky. Time is already very limited for pavitr. With school and his spider duties on top of it he doesn't have as much time to spend with you as he wants. So once he gets you alone he doesn't want a single distraction to interrupt your private time.

A part of him feels guilty that he isn't able to spend much time with you. He has a small insecurity that pops up every now and then, telling himself that you deserve someone who's more attentive and available to your needs. He wants to be that man for you but his responsibilities prevent him from doing so.

You've already mentioned to Pav that you understand he's a busy man with a hefty schedule, so any time you two spend together is valued and cherished. It makes him happy that you're so forgiving and transparent but that doesn't stop the self-shaming thoughts of how bad of a boyfriend he sometimes thinks he is.

Pavitr has a habit of getting you gifts. When his guilty conscience is eating at him for missing out on a romantic date or simple hangout, he tends to buy you more gifts than usual. A single rose will turn into a bouquet, A cute hand-beaded bracelet will turn into a full jewelry set, a bedazzled headband will turn into multiple hair scrunchies and a full pack of hair care.

Once you've noticed this habit you were quick to shut it down, you didn't want him spending money every time he felt bad for having to bail and do his spider duties.

All he needs is to be pampered and reminded that what you want is him, and only him. Tell him how much you adore him and smuggle him in affection. Whether it be words of affirmation, quality time, or physical touch, Pavitr will immediately be putty in your hands. Just being engulfed by you and having you dote on him will immediately wash away any and all bad thoughts.

. . . ☆ hobie brown

Hobie doesn't really get jealous. He's extremely secure in himself and the relationship. If you're the type of person who likes to flirt for fun or is just naturally flirty, he wouldn't even bat an eye at you coyly chatting with another person.

Hobie knows you only have eyes for him so he never gets defensive or jealous by your coquettish attitude with others. You know where home is and at the end of the day you always return. But that's only with flirting. If you tend to get touchy or make-out with other people then he would get annoyed and slightly agitated. Especially if you'd established there was something between you two.

He wouldn't particularly mind other people flirting with you unless someone was genuinely being creepy and overbearing. He wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable for any reason in any situation. So, seeing you nervously fiddle with your hands or curl into yourself when certain advances were made would enrage him to an extent. These are the times Hobie will take on a more defensive/protective role.

He doesn't get into many brawls (mainly because he doesn't have to) He's quite intimidating so when he tells someone to back down they're gonna back down, quickly and efficiently. If anyone had the balls to step to Hobie in a threatening way they'd def be met with more than they could handle.

But in most situations Hobie usually just plays along with the flirting. He knows you're a good piece of eye-candy so it's not surprising to him whenever you get hit on. His chest also can't help but swell in pride when you mention that you have a partner, who just so happens to be Hobie.

Imagine you're both at the pub. Sitting at the bar, and leaning into each other with lovesick smiles. The sweet exchange of teasing words was interrupted by the gruff voice of the bartender setting down an alcoholic drink you weren't really familiar with. "Compliments from the gentleman over there." he murmured, tilting his head towards a man who sat across the bar. Before you could even fully react Hobie grabbed the glass and downed it within seconds. "Cheers, mate." he responded with a smile while lifting the glass in the air.

You just grow to love and laugh at his antics.

. . . ☆ miguel o'hara

You'll know he's jealous. Miguel is very obvious when he's bothered by something, even when he tries to hide it.

His movements are more stiff than usual and if you're close enough you can hear him lowly spitting profanities in his native tongue. Not to mention when he gets jealous to the point he's genuinely angry his claws will shoot out. There are multiple claw marks on couches and different desks at the headquarters that have yet to be fixed.

He angry pouts but he doesn't really know it. Whenever you're having a conversation with someone and it's prolonged for a little too long or the person you're speaking to is showing some type of interest in you, Miguel will just tower over you from behind with crossed arms and an annoyed look. as he stares the person down.

You're the most important thing in Miguel's life. He's already lost so much in different lifetimes and a part of him feels like he should live his life alone, suffering without a family or a lover simply because he feels like he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve you.

There will be times where he tries to push you away, a part of him feels like if he pushes you away enough and tries to emotionally disconnect from the relationship you leaving him won't hurt as much. You have to be patient and reassure him that you're not going anywhere. The only reason he does stuff like that is because a small part of him genuinely believes you'll leave him at some point.

He tends to be overbearing when he gets jealous. Pushing you behind him when someone starts to be a bit suggestive, staring down anyone who he thinks is getting too comfortable with you, and butting in convos to speak for you when he's close to going over the edge.

Miguel can be overprotective and extremely overbearing at times, but it's always because he has your best interest in mind. He needs you in his life and to keep you he will deflect any and all threats that try and take you away.

A/N🪷: whenever i think of e-42 miles the killmonger music starts playing in my head lol

this was also a little rushed because i've been busy with work and im a little sleep-deprived, BUT i will come back with another fic soon <3 ty lovelies :)

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why is this the hottest thing i've ever seen

A sunflower from a sunflower for a sunflower

Baby Blues

“Imagine presenting Peanuts all bundled up in blankets to Dogday and being like OUR SON”

This is the ask I can’t fucking find losing my damn mind gonna write it anyway because fuck you tumblr I’m not a simple bitch my memory STRONG

Dogday knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the room and saw you stood up, bouncing and rocking side to side. A aimless melody tumbled out of your mouth, mixed with soft giggles and coos. He had half a mind to walk right back out and not be caught up in whatever this was, but he was curious as to what you were doing.

And you had turned around and spotted him before he could get away anyhow.

“Dogday!” You sang, practically beaming to see him. It easily softened him up, but he didn’t overlook the bundle of blue blankets in your arms. Were you playing a game? “Come here! Look!”

Dogday obeyed, walking over to where you stood. He tried to peer into the blankets, but you just pressed them into his arms. They came up to cradle the bundle how you did, supporting its weight and tucking it against his chest. You leaned close, one hand on his bicep as the other pushed back a corner of the blanket.

Peanuts stared back up at him, a happy, albeit sleepy, “owo” escaping the pup at the sight of Dogday.

“Our son!” You said, before Dogday could even process anything. “He looks just like you!”

Dogday looked at you, then looked at Peanuts. The pup settled down into his arms easily, like their months of war meant nothing.

“Angel?”

“Hm?”

Dogday paused. He. . . felt strange. The idea of a baby, of him a father, of you his spouse, of a family with you three and the “aunties” (as he no doubt expected you to call them) here as well, it all sat upon him like a heavy weight. He never expected anything like this when he was in the factory. Sure, he played house with the kids sometimes but. . . this was different.

This was domestic and normal and sweet and everything Dogday never expected to get back once he became who he was today. But yet here it was, within reach, should he just try to grab it.

A hand brushed back his ear. “Dogday?” You leaned down some, catching his eye. “You okay, sunshine?”

Dogday felt he could be sick with how much he loved you in that moment.

“I’m okay, angel.” He said, knocking his head to yours. “Let’s. . .” He eyed Peanuts, snoozing away in his bundle. “Let’s put the baby down, and watch a movie.”

You grinned ear to ear, happily leading the way to the bedroom. “Yeah! Let’s watch the Polar Express. It’s a Christmas classic!”

“It’s March, angel.”

“A classic!”

Stars above, did he love you.

Dogday: You're.. poppy's angel?

The pp comunity:

Last night I had a dream where I was filling up my water bottle at a drinking fountain and someone ran over and started to drink out of my water bottle as it was filling up and I got so mad I woke up

Grandpa Whitebeard Hcs!!

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Child is Gn. Use your dang imagination people!!

This legend, is a top tier on my list of favorites~! I hope I did him justice with this one.

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Oh boy, Whitebeard's grandchild just got born. A new addition to the family? Flesh and blood from the all mighty father himself?!! You know what that means-

!!!! PaRtY TIME !!!!

Lets be fair tho, the Whitebeard Pirates would use any excuse to throw a party, they're ALWAYS partying. Yet this is different... THIS IS BIG !!!

Pops just wouldn't stop smiling. All he talks about now is his newborn grandchild, he'd even call on a full commander meeting just to pick a perfect name for the baby.

And once the child is released from the ship's nursing room, this old grandpa will be doting on 'em nonestop. Filling the Mobydick with all sorts of toys and castles, even some walls might be painted in a brighter color so that "the baby wouldn't get traumatised."

All fun and games until reality hits them hard, they are pirates, notoriously famous at that. So they're constantly targeted by other pirates or pirate hunters. And when that does happen, the whole crew is in total offense mode.

The crew's usual go-to plan is trying to find potential crewmembers or deposing off enemy ships entirely. But when an offender dares to lay a finger on their precious bundle of joy, they'll be raining hellfire on earth if they leave the battle alive. Torn to shreds by Marco's blazing kicks? Skinned alive by Vista's deadly swords? Burnt to the bone till they're nothing but ashes with Ace's scorching flames?? Or even worse, sent into the darkest pits of hell by Whitebeard's strike of fury?!!

In a nutshell, do not, I repeat- YOU. DO. NOT. mess with Whitebeard's grandchild, if you value your dear unfortunate life.

Growing older, the young pirate would be basked in everyone's caring nature. Whitebeard would have his sons stay with them incase he couldn't, he'd sometimes order the commanders to entertain the child, you might even see Ace goofingly scurrying around the ship after the others, then diving headfirst onto the ground when his narcolepsy kicks out in a simple game of tag.

You'd see the Mobydick's whole atmosphere changing, Thatch constantly cooking the kid's favorite meals, even making time for fun culinary lessons and food art. Marco would welcome the child to his office, storing their favorite books, maybe even halting his work process just to read them a tale regarding mythological creatures and ancient theories.

Ace on the other hand, would be the 24/7 shopping delivery service for the kid's expenses. They want a toy castle? Here you go! They want a pony? He'll sail the seven seas if necessary! The child asks for the world's largest cat?? Well, why not go ahead and ask for five??

Whitebeard would read the child to sleep, definitely not a storybook. Nuh uh, this man would be recounting his past adventures with a proud grin on his face, narrating various battles he'd fought and conquered mightily. He'd fondly watch his grandkid's reaction grow from mere curiosity, to absolute fascination for their old grandpa.

"Don't worry kid, I see a bright future for you in the new era! You'll meet lots of good people. You'll fight only the strongest!! I'd expect nothing less from my grandchild. Well, you can call it a grandfather's hunch - GURararararara!"

I just had to

What level of infection is this?

Do You Think God Stays in Heaven Because He too Lives in Fear of What He's Created

the bride and her ugly ass groom......

real

Time traveller: *moves a chair*

Timeline:

My prince (Yandere Hans x Male!repunzuel!reader x Yandere Kristoff)

Tw/Cw:it’s headcanons turned into a story kinda?, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,yandere behavior,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Elsa and Anna’s only brother,Reader is the same age as Anna,Reader has really long hair(its exactly like repunzuel before she cut it),Pronouns used He/Him,Anna and Reader are twins,AU where Anna was smart and didn’t ask Hans to immediately marry her because she got big brain,cussing,not proofread,turned out more fluffy then Yandere but still yandere,murder

•You met Hans first as your twin Anna had introduced the two of you when she finally came home. You were using your hair as a swing as the maids tried to get you down.

•He caught you when you fell and feel in love with you instantly

“Master Y/N please come down you may get hurt!” “I’m fine Martha! I’ve done this multiple times!” Anna slammed open the doors bringing Hans with her. “Y/N!” “AHHH!” As you were startled by the loud banding noise you fell down quickly. Hans looked up and acted fast as he rushed to where he presumed you would fall which he caught you. Wrapping your arms around the mystery man you shut your eyes tightly still waiting for impact. Hans chuckled which made you open one of your eyes to see you were being held in a bridal style. “Huh?” “Hello there” looking up you saw your savior. “Hello! I’m Y/N! Oh I’m sorry here let me get down” He helped you get on the floor as soon as you were standing you brushed his coat. “There! Now who are you mystery man?” “Hans” “ooo~ pretty name~” “N/N!” “ANNA!” You ran to your twin sister as she jumped into a hug into your arms laughing as you spin her around. Hans felt his breath get taken away seeing you smile and laugh,he needed to wake up to that every day,he needed you.

•When Elsa finally met Hans which he was nervous of but you held his hand to make him feel calmer which just made him blush and feel much safer and in love.

•You and Anna went out so you finally cut your hair so that it could reach your lower back so you put it in a ponytail

•As you two walked you saw a reindeer and loving animals you fed it some carrots you held left over

•Kristoff meet you when he walked back to his stand to see a beautiful man feeding his best friend

“Hold on Anna! I need to cut my hair!” “O! O! Let me help!” As your sister cut it to your mid back you felt bad for the maids as they always dealt with this but they reassured you they loved you and didn’t mind cleaning up your hair. As you ran with your sister you put your hair in a ponytail so that you could at least control it. Anna was going everywhere while you saw a reindeer so you check your bag and found five carrots so you walked over to the reindeer and fed it to him which he seemed to love. “Your so pretty,whoever your owner is must be lucky to have you” Sven was eating up the carrots and compliment you were giving him. “SVEeeeeenn…” Kristoff stopped seeing a beautiful guy with a H/C ponytail and S/C skin that looks the softest. “Hello sir!” Out of fear you squeaked and jumped causing Kristoff to hold a chuckle in so that you wouldn’t think of him lowly.

•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you

•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you

•When it was just you and Hans before he found out of Kristoff he’d braid your hair and talk about all the random things of the world

•When it was just you and Kristoff before Hans found out of him you’d two cuddle and read together or do artsy thing or just enjoy each other’s company

Hans walked to your room wanting to spend time with you until he heard something. “Each day,each week,each month,and each year I’ll be with you even if you wish me not to. I’ll follow you till the end of time. I’ll follow you until you die. You’ll be trapped in my grasp forever and I’ll never let you go. You are mine to keep. You will never leave me” Hans silently opened the door to see you cuddling Kristoff on your window. Kristoff was running a hand through your H/C hair while you laid on his chest hands on his chest. ‘Ahem!’ That caught the two males attention. “Oh hello Hans! You’ve not met Kristoff yet yes?” Hans and Kristoff glared at each other while forcing a smile. “I believe I have not met you yet” shaking each other’s hand it was obvious the grips were harsh and rough and tight. “Nice to meet you Kristoff” “Same with you Hans” You just smiled as your best friends have finally met each other. “It’s so good you two finally met! Oh we can spend so much time together now!” Upon hearing that the males gritted their teeth

•They found out about your hair power when Kristoff got extremely harm.

•He had a huge cut on his cheek and arm which made Hans happy but you worried

•They were amazed at your power

“Ugh fuck..” hearing your friends Kristoff’s voice YIU rushed to him making Hans groan as he follow you. “Oh my god Kristoff!” You ran to him and made him sit down as you lifted his sleeve to see his cut on his arm bleeding. Your back was turned to Hans so you didn’t see his smile but Kristoff did but you pressed a towel against his arm making his wince in pain. “FUCK!” “I’m sorry!” “No no it’s okay…it just hurts” thinking hard you took your hair down and wrapped it around Kristoff’s hand. Before Hans or Kristoff could ask you started to mumble as your H/C hair glow and start to heal Kristoff’s cut. “Holy shit…” “woah..” You looked over again to see if you got all his cuts and once you realize you did you hugged his face to your chest. “Don’t make me worry again dufus” “Heh,of course not my prince”

•They feel in love even harder with you

•They realized that in the endgame it wouldn’t be good if they kept fighting because that just make you less interested in them so they came to an alliance

•They bith started to court you

•Elsa and Anna saw this and kinda helped them as they were happy their baby brother was finally getting two suitors

•In Arendelle polyamorous marriage is allowed if all parties of the relationship are comfortable with it and have given consent. If one of the parties has not given consent then only the members of the parties shall get married unless that one person changes their mind (I’m making this up ofc)

•As Hans and Kristoff knew that they were both glad of that as you wouldn’t get in trouble

•Soon they asked you to date them while all three of you were in your room drawing or painting while Pascal was the judge of all y’all’s art (you won ofc)

You were lost in your painting you didn’t see that the males you’ve grown close with had stopped drawing and looked at each other nodding then turning to you. “Y/N me and Hans have a question and need you answer” stopping painting as you heard it in Kristoff’s voice it was a serious matter. “Yeah sure what is it?” Kristoff took deep breaths as he was more nervous of the two (that’s a lie hans was literally shaking). “Y/N me and Hans love you deeply and we don’t me in a friend way. We mean in a romantic way. We’ve been leaving hints of how’ve we felt for a long time and we thought now is a good time so Y/N will you date me and Hans” Gasping you covered your mouth making the Males think they’d have to go to drastic measure until they saw you rapidly nodding your head ‘Yes’ “Of course! I’ll gladly date you two!” “YESSSSSS!!” Kristoff cheered as he jumped in the air and ran around a while making you and Hans laugh at your new boyfriends happiness.

•Their so loving towards you. Always giving you affectionate even if it subtle.

•In public Hans doesn’t like showing much PDA unless he’s jealous while Kristoff loves showing a lot of PDA which you did to but since Hans was uncomfortable with showing a lot you just gave him hugs,hand holding,and cheek kisses in public. While you and Kristoff were extreme.

•In private Hans is the most affectionate man he’ll ever be making you laugh every time as you boyfriend acts so different in private then he does in public. Kristoff didn’t mind as he’s grown love for Hans (don’t worry Hans also love kristoff. So now you all are dating each other)

•Not surprisingly it was Hans and Kristoff who proposed to you because you were gonna propose to them two days later but seems like you won’t have to :)

You were all in the garden picking flowers for the up coming dance. Kristoff and Hans made eye contact and nodded the head towards you. “Y/N my love can you close your eyes and follow us?” “Sure!” You answered with hesitation because you trusted your boyfriends. Kristoff held his hands over your eyes whil Hans held your hand. Soon you stopped and felt Kristoff’s hands come off. “Open your eyes!” Opening your eyes you saw a beautiful sight before you. It was a beautiful waterfall with beautiful flowers and you were amazed. “It’s so beautiful…” “Look down babe,there’s a message” confused you looked down holding the rail and Kristoff holding your waist. You saw the message. ‘Will you marry us Y/N?’ Turning around you saw kristoff and Hans holding a wedding ring. “YES! YES! YES!” They put on the ring as they took turns to kiss you. You were all crying out of happiness. Elsa and Anna were watching the beautiful sight

•Now as your now fiancés their yandere tendencies don’t show often but when some guy or girl hits on you they can’t help but slowly crack

•Kristoff cracks his knuckles and neck while Hans’s eye twitch as he grips the knife in his hands

•Usually Hans would distract you while Kristoff took care of them as Kristoff was much more physically stronger then all of you

•The person flirting with you turns up missing or stops interacting with you how interesting

•You see nothing wrong as you still interact with your people everyday and your sisters think everything is normal

•As Hans himself is a prince (I believe not to sure) this is basically making an alliance between his kingdom and Arendelle which makes you both happy

•Kristoff’s family is surprised that he’s marrying Hans and you but he told them he’s not leaving either you which they knew

•Kristoff got away with the murders as Sven helped hide the bodies (YES EVEN THE FUCKING REINDEER! He’s platonic ofc)

•Hans manipulated everyone into believing nothing is wrong and everything is completely normal

•In the dead of night where you dead asleep being held by your lovers they smiled.

“He’ll never know yes?” “Of course Hans,he won’t know of the terrible things his husbands have done” “Good. I didn’t want our Angel leaving us” “and he won’t ever,he’ll stay with us forever no matter what we need to do” Soon the joined you still holding you.

Your fate has been sealed. You’ll never leave them now. Your their husband now :)

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