#hecharmed

[wiltedthrone]

♡     ⇢    ﹙   @hecharmed​   ﹚      ﹒   ❛   I’m sorry I didn’t get you a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day, but if you want something sweet and smooth, I’m right here. (-;     ❜  ;      one heart attack from the love of audrey’s life xoxo

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬  𝐚  𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡   ,    ever  so  slight,  almost  undetectable,  in  her  left  eye.  petals  purse  and  despite  the  storm  swirling  in  her  being  she  wills  herself  to  not  freak  out.  it  was  just  valentine’s  day.  just  one  of  her  favorite  holidays  right  after  christmas  and  her  birthday  which  made  it  the  third  most  important  day  of  the  year.  still,  he  can’t  be  serious.  this  is  a  joke,  right?  

musical  laughter  pushes  past  her  lips,  almost  too  perfectly  conducted.  “  oh  chad,  ”  his  name  is  breathy,    a  soft  sigh.  digits  twirl  a  golden  ringlet  around  her  finger   as   hues  peer  up  at  him,  a  saccharine  smile  on  her  lips.  “  you’re  so  funny.  and  that’s  why  i  love  you.  ”  

she  hums,  head  tilting  as  she  studies  his  features.  then,  she  pats  both  of  his  cheeks  before  cupping  his  face,  bringing  hers  close  to  his.  flames  flicker  in  amber  hues.  “  but  you  know  what  i  love  even  more?  gifts.  ”  she  blinks  slowly,  forehead  leaning  against  his.  rather  than  a  show  of  affection,  it’s  a  quiet  intimidation.  “  so  where’s  mine,  chaddy?  ”  

[nonbelievr]

   korak didn't hate many things. some things annoyed him, like shoes. the way they pinched his feet together and separated him from the familiar touch of the earth beneath his soles. some things even irritated him, like when rina would steal his passionfruit while he wasn't looking. but he didn't hate many things  .  .  .  fairy godmother's class of chivalry and royal etiquette however, korak was certain he hated. which was why korak was climbing down the side of auradon tower — he clung to the stone, fingers digging into the groves between the blocks as he shuffled around the curve of the towers wall towards an open window just as he heard the quiet exclamation of fairy godmother's voice from the classroom above him.

korak abandoned his sandals, letting them slip off of his feet so that he could make the dash towards the open window faster. with a burst of speed and energy propelled by an unwillingness to be caught, korak leaped through the window with surprising velocity and slammed his full body weight into chad charming.

   korak yelped the moment he made impact, no time to try and soften the connect or stop them from both hitting the floor. korak at least managed to knock a desk out of the way so that when they did hit the floor, they weren't joined by a table top. korak sat upright, half on top of the poor guy, and balanced quickly on his knuckles and feet,    "  sorry,  didn't  see  you.  "    korak said quickly and he inspected the blonde boy quickly, hand touching his arm, checking the back of his head just in case, and making sure that he hadn't gotten himself crushed.  "    you  look  alright.  are  you  alright ?    "  //  @hecharmed  gets  a  starter  from  korak

[wiltedthrone]

♡     ⇢    ﹙   @hecharmed​​   ﹚      ﹒      bc king chad has a nice ring to it

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞   and   the   soon   to   be   king   is   nowhere   to   be   seen.   from   the   looks   on   his   parents   faces   and   the   hushed   whispers   of   the   crowd,   a   fashionably   late   entrance   wouldn’t   be   appreciated.   smile   tight,   audrey   excuses   herself,   slipping   out   the   back   of   the   cathedral.   footsteps   bounce   off   the   too   white   halls   with   their   high   roofs   and   stained   glass   windows.   the   places   she   expects   to   find   him                   the   dressing   room,   the   bathroom,   the   kitchen,   the   small   cupboard   underneath   the   stairs                    all   come   up   empty.

filled   to   the   brim   with   frustration,   she   steps   outside   for   fresh   air   and   a   good   signal   to   call   him.   wandering   into   the   rose   garden,   she   finally   spots   him   on   a   bench,   a   flock   of   birds   around   him,   picking   at   whatever   crumbs   he’s   dropped.   sighing,   she   tosses   her   phone   into   her   clutch.   “   seriously?   ”   she   marches   over,   hands   on   her   hips,   “   did   you   forget   what   time   it   is   or   something?   what   are   you   doing   out   here?   everyone’s   waiting   for   you.   can’t   exactly   have   a   coronation   without   a   king.   ”

[wiltedthrone]

@hecharmed​​    :      new years kiss

there   was   a   time   where   she   thought   she   had   lost   everything.   a   fallen   angel,   forced   from   her   cloud   throne   hurtling   toward   the   earth,   falling   into   the   open   jaws   of   mortals   ready   to   clip   off   her   wings,   rip   out   hickory   and   cinnamon   strands   of   hair   from   her   scalp,   snatch   the   jewels   from   her   throat   and   tear   her   limbs   apart.   curled   up   in   a   ball   in   the   rose   garden   of   protection   she   had   build   for   herself,   waiting   for   the   world   to   end,   for   the   pain   to   fade,   for   the   world   to   stop   spinning                     he   parted   the   trees   and   carried   her   to   safety.   she   didn’t   ask   him   to,   she   never   did   nor   did   she   have   to.   through   her   best   years,   her   worst   years   and   everything   in   between,   he   remained.

that   much   shouldn’t   have   been   a   surprise.   he   was   etched   into   the   margins   of   every   page   of   her   life,   the   beginning   and   the   end   of   her   sentences,   the   thesis   and   (   hopefully   )  the   conclusion.   others   looked   at   him   and   saw   a   star   that   burned   too   bright   for   its   own   good                          audrey   saw   the   sun   and   would   gladly   bask   in   his   warmth   even   if   it   meant   third   degree   burns.   it   didn’t   matter   what   anyone  else  thought  of   them,   at   the   end   of   the   day,   they   knew  each   other   to   the   core.   that’s   all   that   mattered.   there   was  no   act   with   him,   no   pretending,   no   guarding   her  pride.   she   could   just   .   .   .   exist   without  penalty.   relax.   

it   was   no   exaggeration   to   say   she   didn’t   know   where   she’d   be   without   him.   yes,   she   was   a   lot   to   handle   (   constantly   asking   for   attention,   reassurance,   love   )   but   no   one   spoke   her   language   like   he   did.   many   could   try,   many   had,   but   things   always   got   lost   in   translation.   

year   after   year,   when   she   looked   over   he   was   there,   and   this   year   wasn’t   any   different.   the   party   all   moves   to   one   of   the   many   balconies   of   honeymoon   cottage   to   watch   the   fireworks   as   the   new   year   rings   in.   amber   hues   fall   on   the   rose   garden   hedges,   memories   going   back   to   first   kisses,   pretend   weddings   and   slaying   dragons.   in   the   green   of   the   grass   she   sees   picnics   spent   trying   to   toss   grapes   into   each   other’s   mouths   and   failing   miserably.   in   the   blues   of   his   eyes   she   sees   the   oceans   of   belle’s   harbor,   the   love   of   a   best   friend   and   a   soulmate,  comfort   and   peace.   home.

everyone’s   eyes   are   on   the   edge   of   the   world   waiting   for   the   show   to   start,   but   hers   stay   on   him,   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐛𝐨𝐲   𝐰𝐡𝐨   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.   the   one   that   kept   her   tethered.   somedays,   she   wondered   why   her.   what   made   him   want   to   stay   around   her?   hopefully,   she   had   many   more   years   to   spend   with   him   to   figure   it   out.

five   fingers   reach   over   to   intertwine   one   by   one   with   his.   four   eyes   meet,   two   amber,   two   baby   blue.   three   steps   she   takes   closer   to   him.   two   lips   meet   his   as   the   clock   strikes   one.   though   she   knew   multiple   languages,   there   weren’t   adequate   words   to   express   how   much   she   loved   him.   so   she   puts   as   much   as   she   can   into   a   kiss,   throwing   her   arms   around   his   neck   and   pulling   him   closer.   there   were   some   years   she   wasn’t   good   to   him   and   she   knew   that,   but   she’d   spend   the   rest   of   her   life   making   it   up   to   him   if   he   let   her.

it’s   the   perfect   ending   to   turbulent   year.   surrounded   by   people   who   cared   about   her,   the   boom   of   fireworks   in   the   distance,   the   one   she   loved   in   her   arms.   she   pulls   away   with   stars   in   her   eyes,   soft   petals   quirked   up   in   a   small   smile.   “   happy   new   year.   ”   with   her   pointer   finger,   she   taps   his   nose.   “   i’m   glad   i   get   to   spend   it   with   you.   and   hopefully   many,   many,   many   more.   like,   all   of   them.   ”   she   rolls   her   eyes   up   to   the   sky,   an   easy   laugh   falling   from   her   lips.   when   she   looks   at   him   again,   her   eyes   melt   like   caramel   candies,   “   you’re   my   best   friend,   chad.   and   i   love   you.   ”

[wiltedthrone]

things you said after you kissed me – @hecharmed​​ ♡

i.   )      "    go    to    bed.    seriously,    chad.    "    placing    her    hands    on    his    chest,    she    gives    him    one    final    push    over    the    threshold,    though    it    lacks    any    real    effort.    “    even    if    i    wanted    you    to    stay,    which    i    do,    you    can’t.    i    have    to    get    up    super    early,    and    if    you    stay    over    we    aren’t    going    to    sleep    and    if    i    don’t    sleep    i’ll    have    bags    under    my    eyes    and    it’ll    just    –    ”    

very    quickly    she    finds    herself    getting    off    track,    her    brain    firing    off    the    worst    possible    scenarios.    eyes    flutter    shut,    her    fingers    coming    together    and    pressing    to    her    thumb,    in    an    attempt    to    calm    herself    down.    it    doesn’t    seem    to    work,    but    once    she    opens    her    eyes    and    meets    his    again,    an    affectionate    smile    grows    on    her    face.    “    you’re    very    cute,    ”    a    hand    reaches    up    to    squish    his    face    between    her    hands,    “    i    love    you    so    so    much.    but    you’ll    still    be    cute    and    i’ll    still    love    you    in    the    morning,    when    i    see    you.    so    goodnight.    ”

ii.    )     “    another    one.    ”    instead    of    doing    any    of    the    work,    she    lets    her    head    rest    in    chad’s    lap,    eyes    closed    awaiting    another    kiss.    once    she    gets    it,    a    smile    blooms    on    her    face.    “    hmm,    ”    the    bridge    of    her    nose    scrunches    up,    wiggling    from    side    to    side    as    she    assesses    it.    “    another    one.    ”    it’s    a    game    she’s    willing    to    play    all    day.

iii.    )     “    does    it    taste    like    peach    bellini    or    not?    ”    she    pulls    away,    rubbing    her    lips    together.    she    was    supposed    to    be    testing    lip    glosses    for    science,    but    it    seemed    that    they    were    getting    .    .    .    easily    distracted.    “    chad,    ”    she    pouts,    bouncing    up    on    her    knees,    “    you’re    supposed    to    be    helping    me.    ”    audrey    leans    over,    pulling    a    makeup    wipe    out    of    the    packet    to    wipe    her    lips    off.    “    okay,    seriously,    focus,    ”    holding    up    two    more    tubes,    she    raises    her    brows,    “    do    you    want    to    try    sugar    cookie    or    cotton    candy    next?    ”    

[wiltedthrone]

“    even    if    my    heart    stops    beating,    you're    the    only    thing    i    need.    ”    

@hecharmed​ hit the heart  :   pretty boy  –  the neighbourhood

[wiltedthrone]

for     ⇢     @hecharmed​

though     she     didn’t     consider     herself     a     violent     person,     audrey     would     kill     for     a     chocolate     chip     muffin     from     blissful     bites.     they     were     the     only     bakery     she     knew     that     made     vegan     muffins     that     didn’t     taste     like     wet     cardboard     and     crumbled     apart.     what     they     put     in     them     to     make     them     so     soft,     so     buttery,     so     heavenly     remained     a     mystery     but     it     didn’t     matter.     what     mattered     was     getting     as     many     as     she     could     as     soon     as     possible     and     hoarding     them     for     as     long     as     she     possibly     could.

so,     when     she     found     out     there     was     one     nearby,     she     sped     through     yellow     lights,     ran     stop     signs,     talked     her     way     out     of     a     ticket     just     to     get     there     before     the     afternoon     sugar     rush.     unfortunately     for     her,     this     location     was     always     busy.     by     the     time     audrey     parked     her     car,     the     line     was     wrapped     around     the     glass     building.     no     worries!     she     could     catch     up     on     reading     her     orientation     packets,     familiarizing     herself     with     the     map     of     the     school,     generally     preparing     herself     to     traverse     into     the     uncharted     waters     that     was     langstiver     college.

twenty     minutes     later,     she’s     almost     made     it.     second     in     line,     close     enough     to     smell     the     chocolate     chips     and     see     the     spotlight     on     the     muffin     that     was     calling     out     to     her     in     the     display     case.     the     last     one.     the     homestretch.     phone     in     hand     she     presses     record,     zooming     in     on     the     object     of     her     affections.     as     she     starts     typing     her     caption     (     a     simple     pair     of     eyes     emoji     )     her     ears     perk     up     at     the     voice     of     the     guy     ordering     in     front     of     her.     truth      be     told,     having     nothing     else     to     do     while     in     line,     she     had     spent     a     good     fifteen     minutes     admiring     the     way     the     sun     hit     his     golden     ringlets     and     secretly     recording     videos     of     him     to     send     to     her     friend.     since     she     had     gotten     this     far     and     she’d     never     see     him     again,     she     presses     record     again,     capturing     another     video     of     the     back     of     his     head     as     he     orders.          ok     she     types,          so     his     voice     is     cute     too     and     he     has     a     good     taste     in     bakeries?     i     am     def     looking.

just     as     she’s     sending     the     video,     she     watches,    with     a     sinking     feeling     in     the     pit     of      her    stomach,     as     the     cashier     strolls     over     to     the     display     case.     please,     god,     no,     no,     no,     NO.     splinters     dig     into     her     chest     as     the     cashier     picks     up     the     muffin,     HER     MUFFIN,     and     places     it     in     a     cute     little     box     for     him.     a     small     whimper     passes     through     her     lips,     but     all     isn’t     lost.     not     yet.     she’s     cute.     she     could     definitely     toss     her     hair,     flash     a     charming     smile,     show     some     cleavage     or     something     to     get     what     she     wants.     wouldn’t     be     the     first     time.     as     he     steps     to     the     side,     she     follows     him,     lips     parting     into     a     smile.     

“     hi,     ”     audrey     drags     word     out,     head     tilting     to     the     side,     “     uh,     this     is     totally     weird,     i     mean,     i     swear     i’m     not     a     weirdo     but     –     ”     she     points     to     the     box,     “     that’s     my     muffin.     i     mean,     like,     i     drove     here,     paid     for     parking,     stood     in     line,     i     don’t     know     if     you     noticed     me,     i     mean,     how     could     you     not?     i     was     right     behind     you.     ”     she     laughs     easily,     flicking     her     hair     off     her     shoulder.     was     her     neckline     low     enough     just     enough     to     be     enticing     but     not     scandalous?     perfect.     “     anyway,     i’ve     been     waiting     for     that     muffin     like,     all     day.    they’re     kind      of       my      faves     so,     if     you     want,     you     could     just     give     that     one     to     me     and     i’ll     buy     you     something     else.     they     have     a     double     chocolate     chip     with     walnuts     that’s     to     die     for.     ”

[wiltedthrone]

incorrect quotes 2/? ( feat. @hecharmed )