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I Hate Birthdays.

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Jens didn’t think he could ever like birthdays again. But this year, maybe he got a little lucky with his birthday gift.

originally posted for jens’ birthday 

The place was booming with laughter, music and cheers. The colourful balloons and streamers decorated the apartment and a table of sweet treats and two cakes was laid out across the room. Jens felt everyone clap his back and greet him, where he nodded, put on a smile and thanked them.

Today was his birthday and his party. Well, his and Milan’s birthday party. It had gotten to be a slow tradition that they celebrated the occasion together, and Jens didn’t mind it at all. But this year, he was exceptionally glad that they were doing it together.

Because he didn’t even want to do it in the first place.

It wasn’t because he wasn’t fond of parties or birthdays- in fact, he loved events of celebrations. He was often the first one showing up at the doorstep to help decorate the place and the first one to plan everything as well. Jens loved the entire process, up until it was the later hours of the party, towards the end. Everyone would start feeling the tiredness of partying too hard and things would come to a slow, but the euphoria would still linger in the room, until every last person had left.

“What’s with all these new people?” Moyo asked, gesturing his head towards a small group of people near Milan. Jens looked over and realized he didn’t recognize any of them, even though Milan did.

“I think they’re Milan’s friends from the Netherlands.” Jens noted. “He told me his cousin and some of their friends were going to visit this week.”

Before Moyo could respond, Robbe frowned in the opposite direction. “What’s she doing here?”

Now turning to figure out what Robbe was gesturing to, Jens turned his focus away from Milan and his Dutch friends- only to frown instantly at who he saw next.

“I didn’t realize she was invited.” Moyo noted.

Trying to ignore the way he was clenching his teeth and feeling his whole body stiffen, Jens coughed awkwardly.

“I think Zoë invited her.” He mumbled. “You know, her being Milan’s flat mate and Jana being her best friend.”

“She still has a lot of nerve to come here though.” Robbe snorted. “You would think after what she did to you last year…” He began to refer, before taking a quick look at Jens’ uncomfortable demeanour. “Sorry, probably shouldn’t bring it up.”

“It’s whatever.” He mumbled again.

Jana seemed to have felt them staring, as she whipped her head towards their direction. The second her eyes landed on Jens, she lowered her gaze, as if she had felt the guilt suddenly wash over her. For a split second, Jens felt a little flutter of hope in his chest, as if he had just let go of the grudge he still held against her.

That was, until she linked her arms around some tall guy who they realized she had come here with. As they walked across the room to head over and greet Milan, Jana gave the three of them, mostly Jens, a light apologetic smile. Neither Moyo or Robbe returned it, and Jens only looked down at the half empty beer bottle in his hand, before bringing it to his lips.

After taking a sip and feeling the buzz to his brain, he looked over at his two friends by his side.

“I can’t believe she’s here.” Moho snorted. “You would think that after last year-“

“It’s whatever.” Jens found himself repeating again. He could feel his chest tighten and suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Fanning his shirt against his chest, Jens tried to catch his breathing but to no avail.

“I’m going to head out.” He simply announced. “Need some air.”

He didn’t need to look at Robbe or Moyo to know their expressions. He already knew they were looking at him, feeling rather sorry for him. But it didn’t matter. Right now, he only felt sorry for himself and being in a room where he was supposedly one of the main reasons for tonight’s celebration, well, he felt even more sorry for himself than he would’ve been on any other day.

On any other given day.

-

Jens realized that Milan didn’t exactly have a balcony so getting some air, as well as some peace and quiet, was not as easy as he thought. He debated going down, towards the bench on the sidewalk, but the street was busy with the late night traffic and the bustle of people on a night out would only add to her commotion and chaos. It wasn’t exactly the peace and quiet he was looking for.

So he found himself up on the rooftop. The stairs were a little creaky and the winter air hit his body briskly that he shivered a little underneath the hoodie and jacket he briskly put on before heading out of the flat. The beer bottle wasn’t in his hand anymore, after he chugged its remains and threw it into a recycling bin, hearing it clatter against all the other glass bottles. The music and cheer from the party eventually faded from his focus the further he got, and for once, he was just fine not being apart of it.

When his feet planted flat on the rooftop, he took in the stillness and quietness of the night. But even as still and gentle it was, he realized he was not alone. There was a huddled figure a few feet away, their back turned against him and some smoke wafting up in the air above him.

Jens chewed on the inside of his lip, unsure if he should say anything. He didn’t know where else he could go, where else it was quiet enough to let his mind chill out for a bit. For a split second, he almost considered calling it a night and just going home. But that would probably make him feel even worse and more sorry for himself and that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to remember on this birthday.

“Hey.” He heard a low but melodious voice ring out to him. Looking up, he realized that the huddled figure from a few feet away had turned around and spotted him.

It was a boy, about his age. Jens couldn’t see much under the dark shadows of the night, but he could make out some sparkling eyes and a set of dainty lips turned up into a warm and inviting smile.

“Hey.” He replied, managing the courage to greet him back.

“Are you okay?” The boy asked, and Jens took note of the way his accent sounded a little different. He probably wouldn’t have noticed it in any other situation, but the lack of noise around them made any other noise much more clearer. “You look a little lost.”

“I’m fine.” Jens responded, even though he felt like he had to choke that reassurance out of himself. “Sorry for bothering you, I can leave.”

“No you can stay. I don’t mind.” The boy shrugged and Jens realized his smile turn up a bit more.

Figuring there wasn’t really anything else he wanted to go back to yet, Jens shrugged and decided that he may as well hang out here, even if it wasn’t exactly the “alone” moment he was looking for. But the boy just looked so warm and enticing that he quickly found his feet leading him over towards him.

“I hope you don’t mind the smell of weed though.” The boy laughed lightly as Jens lowered himself down to sit beside him.

“Is that what you came out here for? To smoke?” He asked curiously.

Nodding, the boy lifted his hand to his lips, placing the joint between them. “I could ask you the same.” He said with a light huffed laugh. “I don’t like smoking inside.” He explained, after exhaling and letting a cloud of smoke escape his pretty blushed pink lips. Turning his head, he offered the joint to Jens and grinned widely. “I’m Lucas.”

“Jens.” He introduced, after slowly taking the joint from him. Mimicking Lucas’ actions, he brought the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. He hadn’t really considered getting cross faded tonight, but fuck, ir was his birthday after all. He may as well feel like he could do something rather than feel like he had to disappear.

The weed quickly filled his lungs, burning a little as they announced their presence in his system. Coughing lightly as he exhaled, he passed the joint back to Lucas. He tried not to make eye contact with him, even though he could feel Lucas studying him closely with his big blue sparkling eyes.

“Thanks.” Jens managed to say, trying to stifle back a few more coughs. “Your weed is stronger than I’m used to.” He admitted.

“The works of the Netherlands are knitted closely together in this joint.” Lucas laughed, twirling the joint in between his fingers. Jens. priced the abundance of rings on them, sparkling against the night sky much like his eyes.

“Netherlands?” Jens asked, finally catching onto why Lucas’ accent was a little different. “You’re Dutch?”

“Born and raised.” He smiled. “You must be a little more lost than I thought Jens. I thought you Belgians could pick up on us a little quicker than that.”

Biting down the tip of his tongue, Jens figured out pretty quickly that he liked this rather spunky Dutch boy.

“Sorry.” He let out a light laugh. “Tonight is really not my night.”

“Is that so? I figured it’s really nobody’s night unless it’s their birthday or something.”

The slight wince and lack of a quick response must’ve given him away. He watched as Lucas’ eyes began to look at him some more, studying him as though he was a close up piece of art that didn’t make much sense upon the first look. Jens watched as Lucas’ eyes began to widen upon realization.

“It’s your birthday isn’t it?” Lucas asked in shock.

Now biting down on his bottom lip, Jens nodded and shrugged. Lucas seemed to be making even more connections in his brain as his eyes managed to widen even more. Jens looked at him, confused as the what else he could’ve figured out.

“You’re the one who shares a birthday with Milan!” Lucas exclaimed, snapping his fingers with the that wasn’t holding the joint.

“You know Milan?” He asked, wondering how that connection was even possible.

“He’s my cousin, you couldn’t tell?” A smirk rolled over his lips as he leaned in forward and let his eyes twinkle. “You didn’t see me at the party?”

“I don’t think you saw me either.” Jens huffed out a laugh. “Otherwise, you would’ve known I was the other birthday boy.”

“Alright fair enough.” Lucas eyes Jens up and down. “So what do I have the pleasure of spending some time alone with the birthday boy?”

“Good timing?”

“Figures. I’m known for that.” His voice dropped a bit, sounding a little less enthusiastic. Now it was soft, like a gentle melody wavering around him. Passing the joint towards him, Lucas asked“So, what are you doing out here?”

“I hate birthdays.” Jens admitted flatly, looking away and down at his feet and the almost finished joint. After taking the last hit, Jens squashed it under his foot. He didn’t think Lucas brought an ashtray with him, so this method would have to do.

“You hate birthdays?” He repeated, and Jens could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. Looking over, Jens noticed the smile slowly reappear on Lucas’ lips.

“I hate birthdays.” He repeated, feeling Lucas’ smile somehow transfer onto his own lips.

“How can someone hate birthdays? Let alone their birthday. I’ve never met anyone like that.”

“Well I guess now you have.”

They sat in silence for a bit. Below them, the sounds of late night traffic bustled about and noises of music and people were faint in the distance. Jens didn’t know if it were from the people down below, walking past the flat buildings or from open windows. He wondered what the people were doing back at the party and then wondered if Lucas would be heading back anytime soon. A part of him, a rather large part, didn’t want him to go just yet. It felt too soon. Jens didn’t even know if he would be given the same chance to talk to him inside.

“I don’t like Christmas.” Lucas announced breaking the silence.

Laughing lightly, Jens looked at him. “You can’t be serious?”

“No it’s true.” A light laugh also escaped him. “I don’t like Christmas.”

“And why would you not like Christmas?”

“Glad you asked.” Lucas replied with a smirk. He leaned back a bit, resting on his elbows as he looked out in the distance, the smirk on his face still very prominent. “I hate Christmas because of my parents.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“I do care to elaborate. Thanks for asking. It all started during Christmas morning, when I noticed I had suspiciously gotten a bit more presents than usual. And rather, more expensive presents. Art supplies that cost more than what my allowance for a year was even worth.”

“You hate it because you got too many presents?”

“Hold on to your thoughts, I’m not quite there yet.” He playfully taunted. “And after Christmas breakfast, where they had even allowed me to eat a slice of cake for, they piled me into the good old car do we could head over to my Oma’s house. Only to break the news that they were getting a divorced and I was forced to sit through the entire Christmas gathering wondering what went wrong.”

“They don’t seem to have good timing.”

“Nope. That wasn’t a trait I inherited from either of them.”

“So that’s why you hate Christmas.” Jens figured, speaking slowly as if he still needed confirmation.

Holding up a finger, Lucas tilted his head a bit, side to side. “Not quite. I hate it because every Christmas after that felt like a cheap reminder that family love, a love meant to exist forever, wasn’t all that. But you know what I learned?”

“What did you learn?”

“That, that one Christmas, didn’t have to be the standard for the rest of my lifetime filled with Christmases. Eventually I learned that being with my friends, or my new found family, could give me a new meaning to Christmas.”

“But you still don’t like it.”

“It’ll take some time, but based on how things are going now, maybe next year I would have fallen completely in love with it.”

Another moment of silence passed through them, but Jens felt like time had stood still. He felt rather fascinated by Lucas. By the way he spoke, expressed and gestured his words. It was like watching someone who knew exactly what they were talking about, regardless if they had the credentials to fully speak about it. But Lucas was confident and enticing, and Jens soon realized he couldn’t get enough.

“I don’t like birthdays because last year I found my girlfriend making out with someone in one of the rooms.” He finally found himself admitting.

“So you came up here to avoid remembering that?” Lucas asked, not seeming very phased by what Jens had just said.

Shaking his head, he replied. “Well that, and I didn’t expect to see her tonight with some new guy hanging off of her. Or her hanging off of him. Whatever it was, I saw.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit.”

Quickly, Lucas stood up and reached out his hand towards him. Furrowing his brows in slight confusion, Jens took his hand. Pulling him up, both boys stood in front of each other and Jens realized he had a little height on the other boy. Looking down at him, he was still met with the rather playful smile on his lips.

“Come on, let’s head back to that party.” Lucas said, still not letting go of Jens’ hand. “She doesn’t have to be the only one coming in with someone new.”

-

So many things could change in a year.

For example, Jens didn’t think he would eventually move out. He didn’t think he could grow taller but he managed to sprout an inch. He didn’t think he could ever start liking the taste of coffee without cream or sugar, but now, most days he found himself drinking it straight black.

He also didn’t think that he would eventually learn to like birthdays. Even to go as far as love them.

Rolling over on the bed, he pulled the blankets over him as he let his eyes adjust to the early sun. He watched as it shined down on the other person in his bed, who was already awake and sitting with their legs crossed and a sketchbook on top of their lap. Lucas had his body hunched over it, his hand working fast at the sketch that Jens couldn’t see from this angle.

The quietness of the morning was rather tranquil, and he wanted to keep its serenity. But a yawn escaped him, blowing his cover as Lucas perked his head up. Based on his expression, he seemed rather happy to see his, now awake, boyfriend.

“Morning.” Jens greeted, his voice still a little slurred and raspy.

“Happy birthday my birthday boy.” Lucas greeted, leaning over his sketchbook and placing a kiss on Jens’ cheek. “You woke up earlier than usual.”

“Do you always sketch this early in the morning?” He asked, changing the topic.

Shrugging, Lucas replied. “Not always, usually when I don’t want to climb out of bed just yet. The morning is nice to work in, the world is a little different when the sun has just woken up and the world is still a little bit asleep. Or at least, my world is still asleep.”

“You’re so cheesy.” Jens teased before opening his arms up and creating some space for Lucas to crawl into. “Cuddle with me?”

Placing the sketchbook to the side of the bed, Lucas gently snuggled into the little space as Jens tucked the blanket over him. He sighed as he felt his body against Lucas’, feeling the warmth radiate between the both of them.

If Jens had one wish in the world, it would probably be to have every morning be like this one. But he didn’t even have to wish that anymore, it was exactly what he got every morning. It made everyday feel like his birthday, his .

“I have a lot of things planned out today before the main party.” Lucas mentioned. “First I’m going to make you breakfast, then we can go to your favourite little store on the corner, you know, the one with all the records and posters and stuff? And then-“

“Luc,” Jens laughed, cutting him off and pulling him in a little closer. “There’s no rush, it’s still very early in the day.”

“Do you want to see what I was sketched?” He asked, sitting up a little and reaching for his sketchbook excitedly.

Laughing, Jens nodded. “Okay baby, what did you draw?”

Unable to contain his excitement, he continued to flip through the sketchbook. When he finally found the page he was looking for, what Jens assumed was the most recent page, he shyly moved the sketchbook towards his side so Jens could see.

Although the sketch was done in a rather quick matter, that didn’t mean there was a lack of detail. Jens admired the way the sketching of the figures and scenery around seemed to have been down without even lifting the pencil off the paper. He looked at the shading, though done with quick efficiency, still looked as if the piece was being brought to life.

It was a picture of two figures on top of a roof, overlooking the city of high skyscrapers and twinkling stars above them. The figures had their backs turned, but there was no mistaking the way their bodies were slightly leaning towards each other, as their shadows seemed to have already been blended in. Jens smiled, to himself and to the artwork, already realizing what it was.

“This is the night we met.” He said breathlessly, completely taken by awe.

“Yeah.” Lucas said softly. “Exactly one year ago, on your birthday.”

Tracing his finger over some of the details in the page, Jens huffed up a laugh before turning to face Lucas. The other boy was smiling widely, his cheeks flushed pink as his beautiful blue eyes glowed within the morning sun.

“You know, you told me that my next year, you could’ve completely fallen in love with Christmas.”

“I did, you know? Especially when we spent it together in this little flat of ours.”

“Well I fell in love with my birthday all over again.” Jens admitted, pressing his forehead against Lucas’. “And I think that had to do with also falling in love with you along the way.”

Grinning his biggest grin yet, Lucas placed his hands on the side of Jens’ cheeks and kissed his forehead. After, he placed his forehead back onto his, pressing in a little harder.

“Happy birthday my love.” Lucas whispered.

Fock the Government.

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.

( @ apolloswords )

feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!

As the castle opens its gates for the people to attend the Prince’s Coronation Ball, Lucas stands in front of them, wondering if he has a shot at his own fairytale.

“You guys, check this out!” Lucas heard Jayden announce from a few feet away.

Directing his attention off of the conversation he and Kes were just having, Lucas nodded at Jayden, who was making his way over to the large fountain in the middle of the village square. People bustled about, trying to get the last bit of goods they could get their hands on before the marker would eventually close for the night. The early colours of the sunset began to pain the sky as Lucas felt its warm touch linger onto his face as he fiddled with the golden ring on his finger, the rose quartz stone glistening under the sunset’s colours.

“Whatcha got there?” Kes asked as he noticed the piece of paper Jayden was waving in his hand.

Sliding across the fountain’s rim to sit beside Lucas, who was now in the middle of his two friends, Jayden flicked the piece paper towards them, so they could read it themselves.

“Hither for the Coronation Ball for Prince Jens!” Kes dramatically read out. “To Happen in a Fortnight!”

They all snickered at the poster, an image of the castle imprinted onto it as it stated the times that guests could arrive and possible snag a dance with the Prince Jens himself.

“Where did you get this?” Lucas asked, trying to gasp for air in between his laughs.

“A bunch of them got delivered to the postal shop today and we have to hang them up tomorrow. I snagged one so I could give you guys an exclusive sneak peak.”

Kes snorted. “I can’t believe it’s time for someone else in that stupid Royal Family to take reign. As if anything is going to change and they’re just going to take all of the town’s money to feed their rich asses while we’re forced to starve.”

“Even worse because Prince Jens knows nothing about the town.” Lucas added.

The other two boys looked at him, raising their eyebrows in suspicion. Lucas looked at them, confused at their confusion.

“You guys don’t know? Prince Jens hasn’t even lived here since he turned ten. He left for some prestigious boarding school in another country to learn about how to run a kingdom and was to return in eight years to take reign.” He explained before muttering under his breath. “Sounds stupid if you ask me. How are you going to run a kingdom you haven’t even properly experienced?”

“The monarchy is a joke.” Jayden replied. “Nothing but flaunting their power and richness. You know what? I bet you this Prince Jens isn’t even all that. He probably looks like he’s part ogre or giant or something.”

“Please, let’s not disrespect the ogres and giants like that.” Lucas scoffed. “As far as I know, the ogres and giants I know hold more brain cells than the entire Royal Family combined.”

“Has anyone ever actually seen what he looks like?” Kes asked.

“Nah, he was only every really shown at birth and then practically locked up in the castle before he left. There aren’t any paintings of him either.” Lucas replied.

“Hey check it out.” Jayden said, looking back at the invitation. “It says it’s a Masquerade Ball.”

“Sounds even more stupid.” Lucas snorted.

“So I guess that definitely means we aren’t going.” Jayden laughed.

Kes shook his head. “Us? I think they would kick us out upon even entering the castle. Everyone knows how much we go against everything they stand for. We’re literally the face of every protest and resistance.”

“They wouldn’t even know it was us though with the mask on anyway.” Lucas pointed out. “Theoretically speaking, we could definitely get in.”

Hopping up from his spot, Jayden crawled over behind Lucas and Kes, careful not to fall off the fountain’s ledge and into the water. After shuffling around a bit to create space, Jayden crouched down and threw his arms around them. Pulling them in closer, Lucas noticed the mysterious smirk on his face before he lowered his voice.

“Well then we could get in no problem.” He snickered. “Come on, the whole kingdom is going to be there. Once they figure out how much of a joke Prince Jens is for the future of our kingdom, we can direct them into a revolution. Think of what this means for the people of the village.”

“You don’t really think that’s going to happen do you?” Lucas asked. “We can’t just start a revolution by sneaking into the palace. Plus it isn’t even sneaking in if we’re allowed to be there.”

Kes responded with a glint in his eye. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“Fuck the government though.” Jayden explained.

“Yeah,” Lucas said under his breath. “Fuck the government.”

-

True to their words, the three of them found themselves staring at the large castle doors, open for people to enter. Many people moved pass them, eager to get to the ball in their gorgeous dresses and suits with matching masquerade masks. Lucas could hardly recognize anyone, except for his friends.

The blue mask adorned with silver detailing and jewels on his face seemed to give him a sense of confidence. While Lucas was one to speak his thoughts freely and feel secure with himself, there was something magical about people not knowing who he was. He could be anyone he wanted. While his friends and him had only intended to come to the Coronation Ball as a mere joke, he couldn’t help but start to think that it all started to seem like a fairytale.

Eventually, they had passed the guards and arrived to the actual ball, where the guests danced, converses, drank and ate gloriously, like this was their only night in paradise. Lucas would often take some glances around, spotting his friends dance with girls in their big dresses as their hair flowed past their shoulders. Trying not to feel like he didn’t belong, Lucas then made it a little game to see if he could figure out which person at the ball was Prince Jens. Was it the man in green, flirting by the table filled with cake? The man in a deep purple, twirling a lovely maiden all over the dance floor? Or maybe it was the man in a darker shade of blue, talking to some of the Lords and Lady’s that have travelled for tonight’s celebration?

Whoever it was, Lucas quickly realized he had no interest being here for much longer. Fancy celebrations and elaborate clothing? That wasn’t really his scene of things. Making sure to give Kes a look across the dance floor, he gestured his head that he would be out on the deserted balcony if they were to need him.

The night air gave him a sense of relief as he walked outside. There were no guards around and nobody seemed to have noticed his getaway. Granted, Lucas did slip out a window he had managed to open and the thick velvet drapes practically hid him already. There was nobody even remotely interested enough to be watching him.

Sitting down on the little stone bench on the balcony, he let his attention focus on the view. In the horizon, he could almost see the entirety of the village. The lanterns that lit up the street made entire place give off a soft glow and Lucas could even see some of the houses warmly lit up. There was a sense of love in his heart, as he thought about how much he loved the village and its people. How much he wanted the best for them and would stop at nothing to get it.

“Didn’t think anyone else would be out here.” A warm chuckle came from behind him and a very startled Lucas turned around.

The stranger who stood behind him was wearing a deep red suit with intricate golden details and a matching masquerade mask that covered the top half of his face. But despite the dimness of the night, Lucas still managed to make out some of the facial features. Soft dark pink lips, almost a muted mauve colour and looked like they felt like the thick velvet curtains. A structured jawline matched the smirk of the stranger’s lips and deep brown eyes seemed to take a liking towards him. Based on the lean bur obviously built structure of the stranger’s body, Lucas quickly figured he couldn’t be any further from his own age.

Lucas also quickly figured out that despite not being able to see the entirety of his face, there was no doubt that a handsome boy was behind the mask.

“I don’t think I expected to find anyone else here either.” Lucas said with a light laugh, trying not to let the sudden nervous feeling overwhelm him.

“Well mind if I join you?” The stranger asked as he pointed to the empty spot beside Lucas.

“Sure.” He replied, surprised him easy that answer had come to him.

Once the stranger sat down, Lucas felt a fuzzy feeling in his chest. While the stranger looked over to the horizon, Lucas took this chance to study him up close, the way his chest moved up and down with his slow relaxed breathing and the way his fingers tapped gently on his leg, like he was playing a melody to a song.

“What brings you out here?” Lucas finally asked, breaking their silence.

“Not too big on the whole ballroom scene.” He replied with a laugh. “I actually didn’t really want to come tonight.”

“Oh really? Me neither to be honest. My friends and I kind of came as a joke but at least they’re having fun.”

“And you aren't?”

Shrugging, he replied with another chuckle. “I mean, it’s not so bad. But I can only watch them dance for so long that I start feeling bad.”

“You don’t dance?”

“I mean I do, I can.” Lucas admitted. “I just don’t have anyone to dance with.”

The stranger stood up and extended his hand to him, as Lucas looked up at him suspiciously. But there was the same smirk on his face, one that seemed very sure and confident it what he was doing.

“Will you dance with me?” The stranger asked. “The music is much quieter but at least out here it is just the two of us.”

Biting his lip, Lucas shyly placed his hand in his. It was a bit larger but the grip he had on his felt safe and secure, like his hold was honest and pure. He followed as he was lead to a little open space, where the moonlight illuminated the both of them.

The other boy placed his hand gently on the dip of Lucas’ back as he extended their hands out. Trying not to let his hand shake, Lucas placed it gently on the stranger’s shoulder, trying to ignore how one, sparks instantly flew this body at the touch and two, his much Lucas was beginning to enjoy his touch.

The two of them quickly began to move in the flow of the music, twirling and spinning under the light of the moon and the shadows of the night. Their bodies seemed to be made for each other, as they moved with such grace that they hardly even seemed like they were two separate people. Lucas could start to feel his heart race at this connection, and based on the smile on the stranger’s lips, he assumed he felt the same. The smile was also beautiful under the kiss of the moon, a sort of radiance that Lucas would find impossible to forget.

“Are you from the village?” Lucas asked, as they continued to dance.

He shook his head. “Not really. I lived elsewhere for many years.”

“Do you come from far away? Do you have a title I must refer to you by?” He didn’t think any other commoners came from the ball, but maybe people of other villages made the trip for the royal night.

A low laugh escaped the lips of the stranger. “That doesn’t matter. Let’s just enjoy this night for what it is. Are you from the village?”

A bit confused by the rather vague answer, Lucas decided just to ignore it. After all, it wasn’t like any connection between them would disappear after tonight. Nothing but a mere memory.

“I am.” He replied with a nod. “Born and raised.”

“Ah, so I take it you know the people and place very well?”

“Like the back of my hand.” Lucas said before he frowned.

“Why do you frown at that?” The boy asked, instantly taking note at the change of behaviour.

“The Royal Family.” He sighed. “They often forget their own people and leave us fending for their scraps. We deserve better than that.”

“And you think you could give them better?”

“No. I am nothing but one of them. I hold no title, no power. But it is in my best interest to try.”

“And would you? If you were given the chance?”

“With my whole heart.”

This answer seemed to please the stranger, as he opened his mouth to speak as though he was admitting a secret. But they were quickly interrupted with a familiar voice shouting out to Lucas.

“Hey!” Kes hollered from behind him. “We have to go. Now! The guards think there are people against the monarchy and we are not going to wait until they find out we can be associated.”

Turning to face the stranger, Lucas quickly released himself from his grip. “I’m sorry I have to go.” He apologized, before turning away and running after Kes.

“Wait!” The stranger called out, grabbing onto the cuff of Lucas’ suit, pulling him in. “How can I find you?”

Scared to give out his name, in case it would ruin his chance at a good alibi and quickly blow his cover, Lucas slipped off his rose quartz ring and placed it gently in his hand.

“Keep this. If you go to the villages’ book shop tomorrow, present this ring to me. Then I will know it is you.” He whispered.

“But-“ The other boy began to say before Lucas cut him off.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized as he began to walk away. “I have to go.”

No matter how much he wanted to, Lucas didn’t look back. He didn’t want to see what he had left behind.

A beautiful night and a beautiful dance with the most beautiful person his heart had come to known.

-

“Rumour has it Prince Jens is coming to town today.” Jayden laughed as Lucas and Kes stacked a new set of books onto the shelves.

“Where did you hear that?” Kes laughed, like that statement was very far from the truth.

“Whole town is talking.” He shrugged. “Rumour also has it that he met someone last night. One of us, which is why he’s coming. To look for them. Can you believe it?”

“No.” Kes laughed again, shaking his head in pure amusement. “To be honest though, nobody seemed to know who he was last night. The whole mask thing seemed to make everyone a stranger.”

“Speaking of strangers,” Jayden noted, gesturing towards Lucas, who was only halfway listening to the conversation. “Who were you dancing with last night?”

Not bothering to turn around to face Jayden and continue shaking the book shelf, Lucas just shrugged.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “It doesn’t really matter now though.”

It wasn’t that Lucas didn’t want to admit it happened, but it was that Lucas couldn’t even believe it had happened. The whole night felt something out of a dream, a sequence too good to be true. However, even though he knew it really happened, Lucas didn’t want to think about how it may never happen again.

The book shop’s door suddenly opened, taking all three of them by surprise. The figure quickly closed the door behind him, and it was then Lucas realized all the cheering and hollering coming front outside. Even though Kes and Jayden seemed just as confused at the situation, Jayden got up from the desk he was sitting on and shut the shop’s window shutters in attempt to drown out the noise from the crowd.

Now all three of them states at the figure in front of them. He was tall, lean and built with a strong structure. Although his clothes seemed rather ordinary, a white flowing top and brown pants, he seemed to stand with as though he was of royalty.

“Hi.” The stranger finally spoke, only to lay his deep brown eyes straight towards Lucas. “I’m Jens.”

“Prince Jens?” Kes asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” He confirmed, still not looking away from Lucas. “Prince Jens.”

For some reason, Lucas found himself speechless. It wasn’t because the literal prince of the kingdom was right of him and he didn’t ever prepare for actually meeting a member of the monarchy, but that there was something eerily familiar about him. The way he stood, the way his words sounded like a harmonious melody, the way his mauve lips turned upwards to a small smile and how his deep brown eyes looked into Lucas’ blue ones, like he was the only one in the room.

Like it was just the two of us. He suddenly thought.

And suddenly, Lucas realized where he knew him from.

Prince Jens was the stranger from last night.

“Your Highness.” Lucas breathed out as he dropped the book from his hands and approached Jens slowly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s alright.” Jens answered with a smile. “There are no need for apologies. I only came here to ask for your name.”

“Lucas.” He replied quickly. “Lucas van der Heijden.”

“Well Lucas,” Jens said with a warm smile. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”

“You too.” He breathed out again, still in a state of shock. “May I ask what you’re doing here Your Highness?”

“Please, it’s just Jens.” He assured, stepping a little closer and lowering his voice. “I came looking for you?”

“Me?” Lucas squeaked out.

A laugh escaped Jens’ lips as he let his eyes wander and marvel at the boy in front of him.

“You’re so much more beautiful than I envisioned.” Jens whispered. “I knew you were beautiful from behind the mask, but I never thought one could be as beautiful as you are in front of me.”

“You’re beautiful too.” Lucas softly admitted. “A lot.”

This answer seemed to make Jens beam. “My Lucas, I came here not only to find you but to also tell and ask you of something.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“After speaking with you last night, I finally found clarity in what I plan to do now that I have a say in power. And it is that I am not yet ready or worthy to lead a great nation such is ours.” He explained. “I have decided to set my reign back one more year, in hopes that I can prepare better for it.”

“And what will you do in the mean time?”

“Well, I plan to be more connected with the people, especially those of this village who live so close to the kingdom. And I would like you to help me with that, to teach me the ways of life here.”

“Me?” Lucas squeaked out again.

“Yes, you.” Jens nodded. “All my life, I have been taught how to be a King, to rule and to lead. Bur anyone can be taught the legalities of ruling, the mechanics and principles to lead with power.” He looked at Lucas gently. “But not everyone can be taught to lead with their heart.”

“Are you sure I’m the right one to help you with this?”

“You are the right one for me.” Jens assured.

“What would I have to do?”

“Well every day, you would show me what should be done better. What needs change and reform. How better we can distribute the wealth. You can show me what you people treasure most, what we should pay more attention to and what we should aid to.”

“How do I know your words are true?”

Jens smiled. “Because, every night, when we are done learning about the people, I would like to learn about you. Who you are, where you came from and where you want to go.” Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Jens held up a dainty rose quartz ring that glistened in light of the shop. “And if you would like to dance with me, under the moonlight. Just the two of us.”

Even before seeing the ring, Lucas knew deep in his heart that Jens’ words were true. Stepping forward, leaving only a few inches between them, Lucas nodded.

“Okay,” He decided. “When do we start?”

“Whenever you finish putting those books on the shelves.”

“Oh.” Lucas snorted. “That’s easy.” Turning his head around, he hollered at Kes, who had been watching the whole interaction happen in front of him as he leaned against the book shelves. “Kes! Finish up for me okay?”

Rolling his eyes, Kes huffed some air out of his mouth. “Whatever happened to fuck the government huh?” He teased playfully.

Grinning, Jens winked at all of them, but mostly at Lucas as he confidently flicked his thumb and Lucas’ hands quickly caught the ring with ease.

“Don’t worry.” Jens assured. “I’m sure we can still make that happen.”

No, i do not know how to draw dragons.

Yes, i do think violet still looks cute here.

And undrelated but yes, they are on the floating islands.

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Why does no one talk about how tedious it is adding tags to posts??

Oh this is AMAZING!!!

ALSO Wait I Just Realized Something.

NOTENRIQUE.

He would be like Somewhere in the Range of 13-15 At that point right? Would The Trollhunters even Realize that he’s a Changeling??

If they went to go get Baby Enrique from the Darklands then what would their Cover Be For Notenrique (Assuming that he’s switched over to their side by that point)?

Actually on that Note how would they Explain Baby Enrique to People Not in the Trollhunters Circle? Accidental Baby Acquisition? Adoption? Would Claire Parent Him? Would She and Jim Co-Parent??

More on the topic of Merlin being a piece of shit

Merlin did expect Jim to be a teen. He said it himself. He said he’s been off by 14 years, which would, if we assume that it’s +14 years, and not that he expected Jim to be 2 yo, which would bring our boy to 30.

30!

Can you imagine the actual difference that would have made???

A 30 yo is an adult, with formed believes and some established achievements. A 30 yo finished high school, went to college, finished college, had a job, had a long-term relationship, maybe even lived apart from his mother, basically someone who already has some sort of personal individual existence. A 30 yo is fully responsible for his decisions, or at least should be. A 30 yo has life experiences to fall back on.

A 16 yo has none of that.

And Merlin understands that. Merlin makes a choice for him, knowing full well that this child with anxiety and issues and a protector complex will do as planned if the pressure is applied in all the right places. Which is exactly what he did.

Honestly, I need a fic where James Lake Jr, a 30 yo man who works at a local high cuisine restaurant and also is part-time Home Ec teacher at Arcadia High who, on the way to school in the morning discovers the amulet.

I need his gf, who he lives with, the leading actress of the town’s troupe, to be strangely concerned for him picking glowing stuff on the street.

I need his best friend, the headliner of the Arcadia Radio Station, to be convinced that Maybe We Should Not Talk About This On The Radio.

I want Jim in the teacher’s lounge at 10 am drinking bad coffee and making fun of Strickler cause “Man, you must really age well, since you look EXACTLY the same as you did when you taught me history. You are what, sixty now?”

I want Barbara, the head of the clinic, asking Jim over dinner if he is ever going to marry that girl, because it looks like the two of them are pretty damn ready for that. She is not asking for grandchildren, that’s their deal, but it’s been a while since she has been to a nice wedding.

And most importantly, I want Jim to look Merlin in the eye and tell him to fuck off.

I NEED

I saw this picture and now I wanna have cake so bad 😭😭