#prospero x reader

Imagine...

'And, voila,' Prospero removes his hand from your eyes and steps back proudly.

You blink, taking in the sight before you. It's not like any other part of the island that you've ever seen. A beautiful, white sand beach with cobalt waves breaking in even lines. It's like something out of a magazine feature on Hawaii. There's even a palm tree.

'It's beautiful,' you breathe, still staring in wonder.

'It's our secret, Y/N,' Prospero beams. 'If I ever get off this island, I'm considering magical landscaping as a career. No one but us - and Ariel - knows about it.'

You pout. Prospero already shares so much with his spirit, why can't the two of you have anything for yourselves?

'We need someone to wait on us,' he reminds you, as if reading your thoughts. Then again, he is magic, so maybe he literally is reading your thoughts.

He snaps his fingers and Ariel appears, carrying a tray of cocktails. You gladly take a tequila sunrise and begin slurping it down.

'Leave us, Ariel,' Prospero commands. The spirit obeys, and the two of you are alone once more.

'Y/N, would you do me the honour of walking the beach with me?' he asks, unexpectedly courteous. It's unlike him to submit to anyone - but maybe, you realise suddenly, that's exactly where you come in. It must be hard work, running and island and exploiting everyone around you. Maybe what Prospero needs is to give up control for a bit and become subject to someone else's whims and desires.

Then another thought strikes you.

'Does it bother you,' you say, as you make you way along the perfect beach, 'that I'm the same age as your daughter?'

Prospero laughs. 'Not at all, my dear. Miranda, though lovely, is not half so beautiful as you are. I have other plans for her.'

That sounds ominous, but you're not gonna give that any critical thought. Presumably Prospero knows what he's doing and so long as the cocktails keep coming you're not gonna say a word of complaint.