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Hidden amongst the various cooking utensils is where you find the mixtape she left. A small note attached to it. ‘I hope you are taking care of yourself while I am away on business! Give this tape a listen for me, will you? I’ve been compiling a playlist for you since we met, consider this tape my top 10 songs that made me of still make me think of you.’ signed with her name and an elaborately drawn heart.

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

HOT TO GO by Chappell Roan

Brand New Key by Katharine McPhee

1, 2 by mxmtoon

Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae

Still Into You by Paramore

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side B ::

Smitten by Leanna Firestone

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Hypotheticals by Lake Street Drive

Dover Beach by Baby Queen

Overglow by Blusher

𝄞⸝꙳.‎˖˙♪܀˚ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

In a small bag tied to a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep, you find Venti’s mixtape for you. Written on it is ‘For my muse, songs by others that made me want to write my own songs for you’.

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

Real Estate by Adam Melchor

Here (In Your Arms) by hellogoodbye

Come With Me by Chxrlotte

mona lisa by mxmtoon

Sunday Drive by txt

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side B ::

My Dear by Red Velvet

stuck by Liang Lawrence

where do you go by flor

Radio by Bershy

Meteor by Eliza Harrison Smith

𝄞⸝꙳.‎˖˙♪܀˚ 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

A book you had been insisting Wanderer take to the donations bin at the academia still rested on your coffee table. You opened it up to flip through it out of boredom and found carved out in the pages was a space that held a mixtape. The page to the left of the space had blackout poetry in it, combined the words read ‘romantic gestures are pointless but this music reminds me of you’ and at the bottom of the page Wanderer had elegantly signed his name.

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

Coffee Talk by Broadside

Tear In My Heart by Twenty-One Pilots

Waiting Room x Fix You by Hildir Swensson, NovaX

As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese

Like or Like Like by Miniature Tigers

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side B ::

The Hit by Orla Gartland

the pilot by Liang Lawrence

I Would Die 4 U by Holly Humberstone

First Date by Blink182

All The Small Things by Blink182

𝄞⸝꙳.‎˖˙♪܀˚ 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚

After another late night with the Grandmaster, you wake to find a small bouquet of flowers and a mixtape on your nightstand. Tied around the bouquet is a handwritten note from Varka. ‘I hoped to give this to you in person but I kept chickening out. Hope you don’t think my music taste is too dated, all the songs remind me of you.’

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

Take My Breath Away by Berlin

I’m Your’s by Jason Mraz

My Girl by The Temptations

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side B ::

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction

Classic by MKTO

Drive by The Wild Frontiers

There She Goes by The La’s

Sweet Talk by Saint Motel

𝄞⸝꙳.‎˖˙♪܀˚ 𝐋𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

Tucked in the pocket of a new jacket that found your way into your closet was the mixtape Lohen had made for you. You were impressed at how well the jacket fit and your heart warmed at the note he left you with the mixtape ‘Consider this a gift of gratitude for handling my unpredictable nature. And before you ask how I knew what size jacket to buy you and what means I used to sneak it into your closet……don’t worry about it! Give these tunes a listen, they all remind me of youuuuuu’

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

Accelerator by Blusher

Creep (SAN) by ATEEZ

Bite Me by Enhyphen

Pretty Please by Dutch Melrose

Stupid for You by Waterparks

𝄞⋆.𑣲˚ Side A ::

Supernova by Tiffany Stringer

On Call by MUNA

Talk Too Much by COIN

No One’s Ever Kissed You Before by Winnetka Bowling League

LOVE ME by Dutch Melrose

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Idc if I’m getting flamed for this Lohen would NOT be a specialist

Bro is living it up at Cloud Tower learning how to be a witch!

bUt bOyS cAn’T bE wItCh-

DON’T CARE—- plus that’s stupid. They’ll take anyone devious enough, I just know it!

If you are a witch too…..you guys will be total partners in crime!

He’ll sneak into your dorm late at night to bug you (sometimes he just wants to make out)

He’s always interested in what you are studying if you are excited about it! He loves coming up with pranks to pull on the Alfea fairies with you.

He’d enjoy taking you downtown during the weekends, holding your hand proudly while holding an arm full of bags filled with things he bought you.

“How are you getting all of this mone—“

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Lohen…..”

“I thought you said I was more attractive when I was devious…”

“I don’t want you thrown into the detention dimension for stealing.”

“I won’t get sent there! Not for stealing at least….”

Yeah bro has been in that freaking detention dimension a few times. He just yaps to the chalkboard about all of his plans to mix lactate into the specialists’ meals when they come to train at cloud tower.

Or sprinkle pepper on the cupcakes that the fairies always send in hopes the more difficult witches of cloud tower will like them.

He’d enjoy seeing his fellow witches coughing from the unexpected kick in the frosting.

Eventually headmistress Gryffin just has to come drag him out of there by his hair, he was scaring the chalkboard…..

There was one time you got sick from accidentally drinking a witch pouring a random potion into your water bottle.

Lohen was at your beck and call for all of it. He held your hair as you threw up.

He kissed your scorching hot forehead, wishing you a speedy recovery.

You whined about the never ending nausea even though you knew it would only last like 24-48 hours and he gently reassured you everything was going to be okay

bUt kAt, cOuLdN’t tHeY jUsT cUrE mE wItH mAgIc ?

NO! Also lowkey I think they don’t wanna mess with trying to cure whatever food poisoning-like illness the mysterious concoction gave you. They don’t wanna make it worse

The nurse definitely kicked him out of the infirmary room like three times cause he kept sneaking in

Headmistress Gryffin came and saw you at one point to inform you that the student who poured the potion into your drinking cup had been properly disciplined

“How did you know who?”

“The walls of cloud tower hear everything.”

Then you hear a closet door creaking open, Lohen coming through it

“I didn’t actually think that spell would—“ He cut himself off when he saw the headmistress

“What a persistent admirer you have.” She commented, her tone indicated she found it disgustingly sweet

“Just send me to the detention dimension already!” He groaned

“Oh no, you won’t be going there. You’ll be cleaning up trash on the beach with the Alfea fairies for the next three weekends.” She told him

Love you headmistress Griffin, oh the icon you are

NOW, if you’re a fairy…..oh boy.

I’m cooking on post season 2 setting for this, so there’s a good relationship between the three schools, but some students still hold strong beliefs against the witches

Lohen totally spiked your drink with a love potion the first time he met you. It was a dare given to him by one of his classmates

“Hey, look at that fairy over there…you should spike their drink…” One of his classmates egged him on

“No way! I mean…..I just….I can’t get into detention again. Headmaster Gryffin said no more shenanigans at these parties.” He insisted, his voice wavering a bit

Truth be told he was finding an odd enjoyment watching you throughout the night. It was weird…..he didn’t want to disrupt your peace…

“Awww…..looks like you’re going soft. No wonder the Trix didn’t ask you to join them.” The classmate said

Lohen didn’t want to join the Trix anyways. He was more about being mischievous and killing monsters that were going to hurt other people. Sure, he sometimes liked to make other people’s life inconvenient, but he didn’t want power over him.

Either way, not joining the Trix’s fans had really knocked Lohen down a peg in the social hierarchy.

OKAY OKAY, I’ll stop with the Lohen-in-the-winx-universe backstory.

When he spiked your drink, he wasn’t expecting the affects to be that strong.

You were all over him the whole night. Glued to his side, compliments pouring out of your mouth every moment.

He hated to admit he liked you being so close to him. He adored the sound of your praise. But it didn’t sit right with him that it was all artificial.

So, he turned you over to your friends and earned a slap in the face and a kick in his groin.

From that moment on, he tried so hard to make it up to you. He had a friend at Alfea that gave him your number and he would text you CONSTANTLY, begging for your forgiveness

Truly the guilt ate away at him every day.

Imagine your surprise when he shows up at your door, sneezing so loudly you thought someone had casted a charm wrong.

He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers

“I really am sorry….” He said, before sneezing again.

You hesitantly accepted the flowers and offered him a tissue.

“Please, let me make it up to you.” He begged

“I think you already have.” You mumbled, giving him a weak glare

“Let me take you out for coffee? Or tea? This weekend?”

And that’s how it all started, you two sitting with the beverages for hours chatting

Okay I’ve yapped enough but but BUT

Think: Season 3 when Valtor left his mark on all the Cloud Tower students, putting them under hypnosis.

You, having just got your enchanted transformation, go with the winx to try and fight Valtor

And end up running into your boyfriend, hellbent on fighting you in his hypnotized state.

Yeah, the moment he awoke from the spell and saw you in your gorgeous new fairy transformation, he knew he was in love.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚

She’s a student at Alfeyw, and I’m hc-ing her as Stella’s sister

Because technically her parents have power over the sun and the moon

If you are also a fairy at Alfeya, you two would meet in the dining hall with Columbina piling her plate high with sweets

“Want one?” She’d ask, offering you one with a soft smile

You two probably got paired up on a project together and that encouraged conversation. She was more of a listener, but if you got her rambling about the things she likes, she gladly will talk.

Columbina would totally sneak into your dorm room at night, except she’s actually good at it.

You’d be lying in your bed, trying to sleep, and you’d roll over to see her staring at you with a soft smile.

“Shit!” You squealed, before looking around anxiously

“‘Bina, what are you doing here?” You insisted

“I wanted to see you.” She confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed

“Couldn’t wait until the morning?” You laughed, grabbing her hand gently to get her to lay beside you

“If I could have, I wouldn’t be here.” She stated plainly

You two soaked up each other’s presence, cuddling and enjoying the company.

“Do you have any tea?” She’d ask right as you were about to fall asleep.

It’s okay! Once you make the tea she’ll put a small exhausted charm she’s been practicing on you. You are asleep in minutes afterwards

Oooo, ooo, dates with her are so cutie! You two would go strolling downtown, beverages with to-go cups in hand.

If you had a smidgen of beverage on your face, she’d totally be the type to give you a kiss in that spot instead of just telling you to wipe it off

Now, if you’re a witch…..

Jokes on you, becuase Columbina can be mischievous! You pull pranks on her….oh…she’ll get you back.

You decide to replace all her pastries with lemon-coated maggots while at a shared meal between the schools?

Yeah, expect ALL of your school supplies to be NOWHERE you remember putting it for the next month.

At first you thought it was your roommates fucking with you, but then you start finding little moon charms on shit and you KNOW it’s her.

You track down her number and text her, demanding to put all your school stuff back

and lowkey tell you how she was able to do seamlessly sneak into Cloud Tower

She tells you she’d be happy to inform you of the locations if you make up for ruining her sweets

And then you find yourself that weekend sitting in a bakery with a moon fairy while she eats pastries.

“You’re the sister of that sun fairy, right?” You asked, the princess of Solaria’s name slipping your mind

“Her name is Stella.” She informed you

“I’ve heard she’s a total drama queen.” You gossip, taking a bite out of a muffin

Suddenly, the pastry warms in your mouth, becoming scorching hot. You spit it out quickly, patting your tongue quickly with a napkin.

“What was that for?” You exclaim

“Don’t insult my sister. You might as well be insulting me.”

Yeah, you guys had a rocky start, but you two eventually fell into a nice rhythm.

She liked hearing about your classwork at Cloud Tower

She even gave you a small bag of pastries to give to the board in the Detention Dimension

“Moonbeam, I don’t think it can eat.” You told her with a creased brow

“It can, I asked headmistress Gryffin.” She told you

“How did you—“

“The same way you convinced headmistress Faragonda to let me out past curfew to see that movie with you opening night.” She replied with a raised brow

ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲 .ᐟ ꒱

ּ֯⋆｡♡˚ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚

This pony owns an equestria-renowned bakery located in Canterlot!

She loves making all kinds of gourmet pastries and overly decorated cakes

Maybe your cousin was getting married and insisted you come along to the cake tasting.

You didn’t want to go and dragged your hooves about the whole ordeal

Then you showed up and there’s this gorgeous and kind pony that runs the bakery

Yeah you begged your cousin to invite her to their wedding.

You start going in nearly every day, ordering something different so Navia didn’t get suspicious of your true intentions.

“I’ll have a blueberry scone.”

“That’s odd, your cousin mentioned the wedding cake couldn’t have blueberries in it because you were allergic…” She pondered aloud

“Oh…..well…..I’ll have….”

Yeah you’re cooked, she sees right through you.

“Wanna join me in going to the theatre this Friday?” She proposed, knocking you even more off your guard

“Of course, yes!” You cheered

“Now….about your order…” She teased with a smile

Navia loved going to see live theatre. All the school plays and professional musicals, she was into it all.

Of course, you tagged along because you enjoyed the company but also because you liked seeing her happy.

You spent many nights taste testing her new recipes and telling her about all your interests, your life, your job.

It wasn’t until you two were having a sleepover, laying under a pillow fort both of your made, that she told you about her parents and their deaths.

You comforted her under the warm glow of the fairy lights you two had strung in the fort. You ended up falling asleep next to each other.

Navia loves visiting Ponyville! She insists they have the best ice cream.

“C’mon! You have to try the apple pie delight flavor!” She told you

“I don’t know Navia….” You reluctantly said

“Sir, wouldn’t you say the apple pie delight flavor is absolutely scrumptious?” She asked a random pony walking by.

He was an earth pony and had farm attire on. He was pulling a wagon and a hat laid low on his head

“Yup.” He stated before walking off

I should mention, I do think Navia is an earth pony! I have no specific lore reason for this it just feels right.

I mean she does have a geo vision and that’s the earth…..idk feels a lil on the nose lol

Either way, you end up eating ice cream happily together

“I’m really happy you decided to come with your cousin that day.” She said sincerely, looking at you with shining blue eyes

“I’m happy I did too.” You replied

ּ֯⋆｡♡˚ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

Celestia kicked his annoying ass to Ponyville

Celestia decided to encourage her overly excited pegasus apprentice to explore the culture of ponyville to better cultivate his music

If you live in Ponyville, you’ll hear talk of the Princess’s prized musician coming to grace the town and learn about its history and what living there was like.

You found yourself being serenaded as the sun rose, the pegasus musician flying outside your window.

“What in Equestria are you doing?” You insisted, your eyes bleary from sleep

“Awakening you, wonderful stranger, with a sonnet!” He insisted cheerily

“Can the sonnet wait until the sun comes up?”

And like that, Venti was attached at the hip to you. Eagerly asking you every question he could think of.

You swore he was getting more curious than Pinky Pie…..and that was a feat.

“Venti, you cannot have another glass of apple cider.” You told him

You had taken him out for dinner at one of the small restaurants. You didn’t know he was going to down four bottles of the fizzy apple liquid

“It’s just sooooo good…..” He told you while ogling at his empty bottle

“If it’s that good you should write a song about it or something” You snorted

“I couldn’t possibly do that! I’ve got too many songs to finish right now.” He insisted

“Oh? Inspiration struck you?”

“When I met you it certainly did.” He giggled

If you’re a pegasus too, Venti would love to go flying with you!

He’s hold your hoof while soaring the sky

Flying you both through a cloud and moving to kiss you through the water vapor

If you’re an earth pony, don’t worry! He’ll gladly arrange the clouds in a heart for you <3

He’d also love to have you watch him single and fly at the same time, bro loves putting on a performance

If you are a unicorn he is practically begging you to conjure him a refilling bottle of apple cider

“Pleeeeeeease.” He would plead, looking up at you with his gorgeous teal eyes

“The last thing you need is magical apple cider.” You laughed, patting his cheek affectionately

There was one night he had come over to your home for dinner and saw the photos of you and your friends

You told him about each of them and where they were at in their respective lives. Then you asked him about his friends.

He told you about his best friend that died some time ago. He was so serious it made you really realize how even the goofiest of people had hard things to grapple with.

You were constantly surprised at how wise Venti was. While out running errands with you, he was able to defuse so many disputes between ponies by a few words and a charming smile.

He seemed to always know what to say and exactly how to say it. You see why Princess Celestia took him on as an apprentice

‿︵˓ʚ𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐠𝐡ɞ˓︵‿

˖⋆࿐໋𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚

He starts out as a royal, probably the son of some king destined to become someone’s Prince Charming

But Varka didn’t want to save someone, marry them, then rule a kingdom for the rest of his life’s

He wanted adventure! To seize the unknown and gain glory!

He joined the rebels when he came to terms with defying his destiny.

If you are from Wonderland he’d beg you to take him with you

“I’ve heard it’s pretty…wacky down there. Care give me a tour?” He’d ask with a smirk

“Varka, It isn’t wise for me to take you with me…” You told him, knowing Headmaster Grim would have your head if you did

“You can’t even help your dearest friend? Your best bud? Your other pea in the pod? Your-“

“I will if you stop whatever it is you’re saying.”

Varka was very sociable, everyone knew him and pretty much everyone loved him

Not to mention he had MANY admirers.

If you two weren’t dating quite yet, I think he’d probably entertain some of the people.

He’s go on dates with various girls and guys that filled his locker with roses or passed him heart-shapes notes in class.

It was the mid semester when Briar threw a big party, which inevitably turned into playing seven minutes in heaven, as most of her parties did.

You all sat in the circle as Cupid readied her hand and gave the bottle a spin for you.

It pointed towards Varka and you knew there was no denying any feelings you had for him now

“You know, don’t don’t have to…” He started to tell you after being shoved into Briar’s overflowing closet

“No no, I mean, not unless you want to….” You replied

“And if I did?” He asked, his face getting closer

Dating Varka was fun whether you were a royal or a rebel! It didn’t make a difference to him.

Just because he started dating you doesn’t mean the admirers stopped, even if Cupid herself insisted you two were perfect for each other.

“Don’t let em get ya down.” He reassured you, “you’re the one for me.”

˖⋆࿐໋𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨

She hated her mother, a stereotypical witch that lured children into her cottage to eat them.

She didn’t want to be like that and she held as much hatred for the system that was trying to force her to as that she did for her mom

Every other day there was spray paint over the headmaster’s door with a anti-destiny message

Or she was helping other rebels sneak into the classes they really wanted to take instead of the ones they were assigned

If you are a rebel, you’d grow close to Arlecchino by helping her by spreading the anti-destiny mission.

One night, she sneaks into your dorm room, tugging on the sleeve of your night shirt to wake you up

You two had been friends for awhile now but she was a pretty reserved person and didn’t want to intrude on you.

But since that wasn’t working she was forced to lean over you and shake you awake by your shoulders

“Arlecchino wha-“

“Graffiti on the side of the building, you forgot.”

“I didn’t forget…” You weakly insisted, a yawn coming over you

“You aren’t sleeping beauty, we have to get going.” She told you with a slightly irritated edge to her voice

One day, while taking a stroll through the forest, you find Arlecchino observing a few spiders making a web

“They are….” You started

“Fascinating creatures.” She finished your statement

You two stood beside each other, hands briefly grazing before you both pulled away. Neither of you willing to address the clear feelings you had for each other

If you were a royal, and one advent on following your destiny, being friends with Arlecchino would be a lot harder

She just doesn’t understand why you don’t want to pave your own way.

You two became friends because you were willing to occasionally help her with sneaking students into other classes. Learning is learning after all!

You both had a few disputes over your beliefs, but overall had a solid friendship, no different than her being friends with a rebel.

Now, there is one night where you two are sitting on the school’s roof, watching the stars.

The conversation of destiny gets brought up, and you try and act agreeable.

You both hadn’t argued in so long and you didn’t want to start now.

“Maybe you’ll come to enjoy…..disposing of children…” You weakly suggested.

“Do you hear yourself? You sound absurd.” Arlecchino insisted

“Okay, okay, you’re right, it isn’t fair that some people’s destines force them to become terrible people!” You exclaimed

“But…” Arlecchino started with a raised brow, encouraging you to finish

“But what about my Prince Charming? Or my castle? What will become of my destiny?” You selfishly pondered aloud

You both set in silence for a few beats, before Arlecchino spoke

“I’d be there to be your Prince Charming, if you needed one that is.”

Yeah she’s down bad

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thank you so much for reading!

You let out a deep breath as you leaned against the door, having narrowly been caught by the patrol guards for sneaking out past servant curfew.

No matter how much you practiced, you just couldn’t quite become comfortable with the piece that would accompany the king and queen’s dinner tomorrow. They were having guests from a neighboring kingdom and the new music you would play at the start of the meal was their way of showing off. It didn’t matter how good you were at any other piece, how complex the music you played during the meal was. All that mattered was how you preformed when they were looking at you because that was when you existed to the ruling class.

Lowering yourself onto the familiar wood of the old bench, you felt your mood immediately calm. Your hands met the ivory keys and a small smile bloomed on your face at the familiar feeling.

Beginning with simple scales, you played the warm-ups with perfect precision. It was something your mother had insisted you practice over and over again if you ever wanted to be a pianist for the royal family.

Your fingers glided seamlessly over the keys as you began to transition into a few pieces you knew by heart to continue your warm up. Ensuring a straight posture while you played, you were known to occasionally slouch.

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Bakugou was angry again and he knew if he had another outburst his father would lose his temper. He had set all of his clocks and pocket watches to ten minutes ahead of the actual time. This was to ensure he was always on time for meetings with lords and ladies, dinners with potential suitors that his father forced him into, and appointments his mother set up to fit him for new clothing.

He didn’t want any of it. Bakugou hated meeting with lords in their suits and ladies in their policy gowns that begged for his blessing on their marriage or wanting him to kiss their baby to wish it good health. They always looked so desperate, like they were groveling for his attention.

There was a time Bakugou would have enjoyed that, but now it just made him mad. They weren’t groveling because they actually cared about him. They were doing it because they wanted something from him.

He didn’t want to marry a princess from a far away kingdom and force her to live here with him. He was a catch, sure, but he wanted someone that wanted him. Not someone that wanted his title, his money, or his kingdom’s power. That also made Bakugou swell with rage, he was so great and all anyone ever wanted from him had nothing to do with him as a person and everything to do with him as a prince.

He also didn’t want new clothes every other week but that was less of a pressing complaint. That was the one thing that didn’t make Bakugou seethe with rage, only grumble with annoyance. Besides, complaining would do no good. His mother would simply laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, her jewel encrusted ring practically glued to her ring finger.

Needless to say, he had a lot of places to be and he hated when others were late. So he set all of his clocks and watches back to prevent himself from doing the very thing he hated to see.

Imagine his rage when he came back and found his footman to have set all of his clocks back to the correct time.

“It was strange your royal highness. All of them set back precisely ten minutes.” He told Bakugou

“Did you not think that maybe if all of them were like that, it had maybe been done on purpose?” Bakugou asked through gritted teeth.

“A truly scandalous plot! Someone trying to sabotage you and make you late for all your appointments and royal meetings!” The footman gasped, putting a hand to his chest in dramatized surprise.

Bakugou knew if he didn’t leave that second, his footman would stride the palace halls tomorrow with a black eye, maybe even a broken nose.

So he turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, his safe haven. The secret room with the beautiful instrument that brought him peace.

He had no idea how to play it but he had always wanted to learn. His father would laugh in his face if Bakugou admitted his interest in picking up the skill.

“We have servants for that darling!” His mother would insist, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.

Bakugou always admired the sound of the palace pianist. Come to think of it, he had never paid attention to who it was. He couldn’t picture a face in his mind. Upon this realization, he promised himself he would personally address the palace pianist the next time they performed.

—

This piece was impossible, you were half convinced the queen wanted you dead. Your hands having to move up and down the keyboard at lightning speed, contorting your fingers to reach these awkward chord combinations. The piece’s composition was honestly just horrendous and you wished to behead the composer. Wherever her majesty had gotten the sheet music, you hoped she would not be visiting again.

You sighed, flipping to the front of the piece and deciding to start from the beginning. Maybe this particular difficult line would fall into place when in the grand context of the piece.

Letting yourself get lost in the introduction of the music, you closed your eyes and zeroed in on listening only to the sound emitted from the grand instrument. You were focused, in a world only made of notes that corresponded to ivory keys.

Then you played a wrong note, and you felt your chest tighten. You tried to continue on but after messing up five different times within four measures, you stopped playing.

“Ugh!” You groan, getting up from the piano bench in a fit of anger.

You were done with this stupid piece of music. Not once in your many years have you had to practice this much only to play something that sounded so treacherous. Dead set on leaving, you made a split second decision to turn around and storm out of the dark hidden room. You made long and kightning fast strides towards the door, looking down at your feet in anger.

Then you hit something, something solid. Too solid to be the stone wall of the room or the wood of the door. That could only mean……

“Hey! Watch it!” The person yelled, grabbing both of your arms to shove you aside.

You felt how large his hands were, the rough grip he had on you. Then you looked up at his face and you almost gasped in surprise.

The prince in all of his glory, perfect blonde hair; sharp features, ruby red eyes. He was the picture of strength and security known by all of the kingdom.

“Your royal highness I’m so sorry. I’ll….leave you be.” You quickly apologized giving a rushed bow

“Wait.” He commanded, grabbing your wrist.

There it was again, that strong and calloused hand wrapping around your forearm.

—

He needed to hear more, It was shameful how strongly he yearned to hear this servant continue to play.

“What is it your royal highness?” You asked him

Bakugou froze, looking directly into your eyes. Maybe it was the lack of sleep he had gotten over the past few days or the fact you had such an enchanting talent. Whatever the reason, Bakugou found himself absolutely taken by the lowly servant standing in front of him.

“Play for me.” He insisted, his voice still on edge from the earlier encounter with the footman.

He watched you hesitate and he began to feel anger bubble in his stomach. How dare you occupy his one safe space to calm down? Then refuse him the favor of playing a melody as a consolation gift? You weren’t even supposed to be out of the servants quarters at this time! Bakugou could have you hung for such a rule breakage.

“What…..would……you like to hear?” You asked hesitantly, turning to walk to the piano.

“Your royal highness.” You added quickly, sitting down on the piano bench.

He moved to lean lightly on the large instrument, looking at you from the side as you placed your hands gracefully on the keys.

“Anything.” He confessed

“Your royal highness, I can play almost anything, please do not hesitate if you—“

“I SAID, ANYTHING!” Bakugou yelled, feeling all the pent up emotion start to pour out.

He watched you flinch at the sudden change in voice. Of course you did, everyone always lost their love and adoration for him once they realized his temper. All of a sudden they wanted nothing to do with him and his greatness.

It came as a surprise to him when you scooted over on the bench and patted the spot next to you gently. That was certainly bold of you, for a servant to make such a request of him. However, he obeyed, sitting next to you on the old bench.

“I want to show you one of my favorites.” You said softly

Bakugou felt goosebumps all over himself when your hand took one of his, and placed it on the keyboard. You adjusted his fingers to the proper position. Then, both of your hands moved to his shoulders, straightening his shoulders.

“Hey! What are you, my mother? Adjust the posture of someone like me—“ He began to angrily complain

“A pianist must have perfect posture, your royal highness.” You informed him kindly.

You placed your hand back over the hand he had on the piano and began to guide his finger. Together, you both fumbled through a simple yet calming melody. He had always wanted to try his hand at the instrument, and now he was getting his wish.

But all he could focus on was your intent stare as you guided his hand, and your soft smile.

When you finished helping him play the melody, you pulled your hand away. Bakugou couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, feeling the absence of warmth where your hand had been.

“A wonderful job your royal highness. You should consider—“

“Call me Katsuki.” He blurted out

“Oh, oh no, your royal highness I couldn’t possibly—“

“I SAID CALL ME KATSUKI!” He yelled, his rage rearing its ugly head again.

Why did he yell at you? You had just been so kind to him? He was just so furious that you wouldn’t listen to him. He didn’t want you to keep using his title, reminding him of the weight it held.

“Well…..Katsuki…” You hesitantly began, testing the name on your tongue

“I’m sorry.” He whispered softly, his voice rough

“Why don’t we play another melody?” You suggested kindly

—

And so it began the crowned prince, soon-to-be king, his royal highness, spent his nights taking piano lessons with the palace pianist.

Some nights were rougher than others. He had stormed out many times in a fit of rage and yelled at you more times than he could count. Yet, you continued to be kind to him. At first, admittedly out of the fear of being beheaded. As time passed though, you found that kindness even in his roughest moments, was what the prince needed.

thank you for reading!