*rolls* Since you did say your requests were open~ Might I request some Ravus fluff in a reader insert? Got a itch for the white haired prince that needs to be scratched xD Love you~ *rolls away*
Hoo boy! I’m so sorry that I let my requests get away from me but I’m back to start some serious writing! Aww, I love you too! Anyway, here’s your white haired prince!
Tagging: @rikuaxel10 @themissimmortal @grumpyoldmoogle @prophetparadox @lorddeer-vus @mp938368 @perimmaster @stunninglyignis @insomniacapples
Warnings: Mild Cursing, Fluff
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pleeease?”
“No.”
“C’mon! Please, please, pleeeeeease?”
Ravus groaned, feeling an oncoming headache approaching from your persistent pleading. You had been going at it for the past 20 minutes now and it didn’t look like you were going to let up anytime soon.
Why would you? After all, it was finally Ravus’ day off from his duties and you intended to soak up every minute you could with him. But your idea of fun was not exactly his idea of fun.
“Ravus, please? Going to the beach will be so much fun! The fresh air, the smell of the ocean, the white sand underneath our feet. Doesn’t that sound romantic?” you sighed dreamily, cupping your hands together over your chest.
“They’re far too crowded, the water stinks of fish and the sand is too hot to even stand on barefoot.”
“C’mon, Ravus! This is the first time in a long while that we’re able to spend all day together and I don’t want to spend it at home for once,” you grumbled, glaring halfheartedly at the white haired prince, “Tell you what. If after an hour you’re still not enjoying yourself, we can come home. Just please indulge me this one time.”
Oh no…not the eyes.
A weapon perfected by his sister when she wanted to play and Ravus was too busy with his own devices. A weapon that was passed down to you by his sister (the traitor) when you were first introduced to her. A weapon he has never been able to combat.
Dammit.
Snapping his book shut a little harder than he meant too, Ravus sighed deeply through his nose, “Fine, one hour, and if I’m not having the grandest time of my life then we are coming home.”
The resounding squeal you let out followed by the excited hug you gave him while profusely thanking him, did soften him up to the idea just a little. Giving you a kiss on your forehead, he ushered you to go pack up for the trip.
If only he had reminded you to pack the sunscreen.
[BONUS]:
“Commander, if you were going for a tan I think you missed your mark~ You look like that little French crab from the one movie…what was it called-”
“Shut. Up. Chancellor.”