Thief of Princes (Kid Blink x Reader)

epilogue one

ℌ𝔢 entered the rooms with a sigh, shedding his formal outer layer and dropping it onto the chair. "Princess, I'm back," He said in a purposefully low voice, a sing-song quality to his words as he scanned the rooms of your couple's suite for you. 

"It's Queen now, remember?" You said teasingly, sauntering in from the adjoining bedroom. You'd near given up on getting him to just call you Y/N , even after months of marriage. And you couldn't say you disliked the nickname, per say, especially coming from his lips in that way. 

"Forgive me, Queen," He said with a light smirk, bending in a half-bow and looking up at you. 

"You are forgiven," You said magnanimously, waving your hand airily. 

He popped upright and crossed the space between you two, sweeping his arm around you and leaning in for a kiss. You obliged him with a quick peck, giggling slightly and disentangling yourself from his grasp as he pouted down at you. 

"I've got a meeting to get to, Louis." You told him, raising an eyebrow. 

"But you said you'd wait for me after my meetings and..." He started. 

"And your meetings ran overtime. I promise I'll give you time, I just gotta finish some things first." You kissed his cheek lightly in apology. "I'll meet you right back here, soon as I'm done." 

He grumbled something unintelligible and collapsed onto the couch. "Fine." 

Unfortunately, however, that was not to be the case. Your schedules didn't align afterwards, as you returned to see a note so politely written that you could tell your husband was extremely upset at the developments. 

You'd just drawn a smiley face beneath his note and headed off for your next meeting. 

The byplay went back and forth, words exchanged solely through the papers on the table, until your last meeting was finally done. And you'd received reliable intel that Blink was in his last meeting. You decided he'd need some way to destress, and a wicked idea occurred to you.  You grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and carefully composed a message, applying a coat of lipstick solely for the purpose of signing the letter with a print. Giggling to yourself, you left it where he was sure to notice, and scampered off to set things up. 

"Okay, now I'm back," Blink burst into the room about an hour later, a smirk on his face. "For good this time," he announced to the empty air, thinking you were still there. His eye caught by the bright color of the lipstick print on the paper, he picked it up and scanned the sheet, eyebrow rising steadily and smirk growing in tandem. 

𝐿𝑜𝑢𝑖𝑠~

 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.
𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛? 

𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

The Center Garden was completely private, surrounded by high walls in the middle of the castle. It had become one of your favorite places, and Louis had to admit it was quite lovely. And more importantly, that's where you were. And you'd signed it with a kissy thing. (He wasn't sure what they were called, exactly, but he was pretty sure he knew what they meant). This set him in motion as he slipped into an outfit he knew you liked and then set off. 

*

You arranged the goats for the 100000th time, since they kept wandering off, and glanced around to see if he was approaching. For this to work, you needed to head him off at the entrance to the garden. 

Footsteps approached, and so you scrambled for the entrance, arranging your hair carefully as you stepped into his view. 

"Hello, gorgeous," He smirked at you, and you bit back a smirk of your own. 

"Hello, fy mrenin," You said, letting it slip slowly onto your face as you spoke in Elvish, a skill you'd been practicing as a surprise. You were rewarded by a comical widening of his eyes. 

"That's pretty hot, Y/N," He muttered, taking a step closer to you. You laughed a his bluntness and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"Come see your surprise," You hummed, tugging him by the hand to the clearing in the middle of the garden. You unfortunately weren't able to see his expression when you came upon the goats, since you were in front of him to prolong the suspense, but the spluttered sound he made was good as gold. 

"Y/N-" He started, and you smiled innocently at him, turning to face him. He'd schooled his expression into one of neutrality, as he tore his gaze from the goats and back to your face. But as soon as he saw you, looking at him with horribly disguised glee in your eyes, he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "What is this?"

"Goat yoga," You said with a grin, pulling him over to where the mats had been laid out on the grass. "You need to destress." 

"I believe I could think of some other ways," he started, as you made him take off his shoes and he dodged out of the way of a goat in search of prime grass. 

You raised an eyebrow, stretching your arms above your head and nodding for him to copy you. "I do believe you could. Just... humor me with this? For now?" 

"Of course," He sighed after a couple seconds, too much appreciative of the small trick you'd played and too much in love with you to argue. "How could I say no," He added, stretching down and shoving a goat away from his toes. 

"Good! And afterwards... rwy'n un chi i gyd," You enunciated carefully, smirking up at him from where you were reaching for your toes. 

Blind Diamond's throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes on you as he copied your stretches and bends. Maybe this 'goat yoga' wasn't a horrible idea, he thought, appreciatively. "Cytunwyd," he said in almost a purr, stretching one leg behind the other in mimicry of you. 

And unintentionally placing his foot in the path of an inquisitive goat. Who, of course, licked it. On second thought, Blink thought grimly, get rid of the goats.