Fortnite Oneshots

Cube Queen x reader

The Queen is a young adult, being 25, while reader is 22.
Nobody requested this except my brain.

I trembled in front of The Throne, where The Queen was sat ominously. My hands were confined in a heavy chain that refrained the use of my purple fire, not like I was going to try that on The Queen anyway.
Two guards were holding the ends of the chain, the same guards who dragged me here from my own, not-very-cozy prison cell.
I was forcefully pushed to my knees.
"Leave now." The Queen's order to the guards was firm, demanding and stoic, and had them whipping around to leave as fast as possible with fright.
I didn't dare raise my head, but I didn't need the use of my eyes to feel The Queen's silent stare that raked over me.
W-why......
"Why what?" She asked flatly, her voice echoing through my head.
"P-pardon, your m-majesty?" I whispered, keeping my eyes trained to the purple ground below me.
"I asked you, why what?" She repeated firmly, still showing no emotion or reasoning to why I was here.
"I-I....um..j-just.....scared..." I admitted in a whisper, shifting on my knees, that were starting to ache painfully. She was standing in front of me in seconds, her staff firm in her grip. The base of her staff ran lightly up my spine, and I froze at the contact. She pressed the base against my spine, right at the back of my neck, and I fell down to the ground immediately.
"I like your honesty, (F/n)," she finally said as I gulped thickly, my blue hair falling into my face. She tilted my chin up with the base of her staff, and stared down at my pure purple eyes, laced with fear and nervousness. She scanned my eyes. "Don't be afraid."
Don't...be afraid?
She tapped her staff on the ground, and the chains fell away from my wrists and hands, my purple flame immediately igniting and growing large in defence. It was more fear than defence, and I couldn't stop it. Not while she was standing right there.....
"Control your fire," she ordered briskly, turning and moving back to her throne, placing her staff against the arm as she sat down. "Come here," she cooed, ushering me forward with two fingers. I stretched my fingers, before shuffling slightly, not knowing what exactly I was allowed to do. I wouldn't dare stand up without her telling me to. "Do I have to spell it out to you?" She questioned. "Because I will. Stand up." I ascended slowly to my feet, giving a stretch of my legs before looking at her obediently with my purple eyes. "Come stand in front of me." I moved up the three small steps that led to her throne, head down, and stopped in front of her. "Sit down." I blinked.
Why did I have to get off the floor if I was just going to sit in the floor again?
"Because you're not sitting down there," she stated, before grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me into her lap with ease. "You're very light. I should've fed you more often."
I blushed a dark blue hue, that contrasted against my skin tone, that was similar to hers.
Just because I had human skin didn't stop my blood from being blue.
She could feel me trembling. Why did she do that? And why did I not mind?
"I told you, do not be afraid, (F/n)," she repeated softly. My breath hitched in my throat as a shifted on her thigh, barely daring to move, and definitely not daring to place my hands on anything. I instead fiddled with my fingers against my own chest, peeking over my shoulders to avoid looking into her eyes.
W-why is she b-being so gentle a-and warm? W-why to me? W-wait-wait-wait w-what is she doi-
Her purple lipstick felt glossy against my dry, overly-bitten lips. My eyes were large, but lidded closed a few seconds after.
So what if she murders me? This is amazing.
My hands hesitated, hovering mere inches from her shoulders, the flame almost pulsing with nerves. She pulled back a couple inches.
"Do you think your hands are going to make me explode?" She chuckled, quite a harmonious chuckle due to being so rare. So delightful......
I blushed and lowered my hands onto her shoulders, just barely brushing against some of her soft, pink hair.
"Good. Now why are you still so afraid of me?"

Before I knew it, years passed.
And now I was sat in her lap, on her throne, with my head resting against her neck.
Not scared at all, since she was the gentlest person possible with me.