PAPER RINGS ;; prince series

trust me

GION : happy birthday y/n

you're regretting your choice to come to momos academy. firstly, there's this italian prince who is literally god. secondly, he's making your heart race at impossible speeds. this is unnatural.

he sneaks you glances, and makes you blush when you don't want to blush. he's the devil and yet so divine and godlike.

and on your birthday? the memory is still fresh in your head. and your heart.

gion has brought you ice skating in italy. you'd just departed from the private jet, rubbing your eyes from the jet lag - but the sight before you wakes you up immediately.

an ice rink stands in the middle of a grassy plain, bordered off by a weathered wooden fence. delicate strings of fairy lights hang from wooden posts along the wooden fence, brighting up the night. "gion!" you gasp, a swell of gratitude and amazement rising in your heart. "you really didn't need to..." your words fade into the night as livio produces two pairs of shiny white ice skates from a duffel bag slung on his shoulder.

"i might not need to, but i want to. happy birthday, y/n." gion says casually, unlacing his boots and swapping them for the skates. you gawk at him. he returns it with a confused raised eyebrow. "what are you waiting for, y/n?" he demands. "put on your skates."

you sputter. "i don't skate, gion. anyway, you're so good at everything just watching you skate is great enough present." everything gion does is an art, beautiful and perfect.

"do you not trust me?" he asks acidly. "i'll catch you if you fall. not that you will fall, with me around."

your head says no, this devious prince is not to be trusted. he's betrayed so many people, and probably won't hesitate to manipulate you if it'll accelerate his agenda. but your heart says yes, this broken boy can be trusted.

"fine," you sigh, lacing the skates on. gion steps onto the ice. like everything else, ice skating seems so easy when gion's doing it. his movements are fluid and smooth, and so hot. you, on the other hand...

you start trembling the moment you get on the slippery ice. you cling onto the fence with a vice-like grip. it could be a lifeline- saving you from the deathly humiliation of slipping and falling on your butt. in front of gion.

after watching your pitiful attempt at ice skating for a good five minutes, gion sighs, before taking your hand. you would've been flustered at the idea of gion zecchino holding your hand if you wasn't so scared of falling and making a fool of yourself.

you squirm and try to shake your hand loose, showing him you want to return to the clinging of railing. gion shakes his head. "do you trust me?" he repeats, meeting your gaze with his blue eyes. you can't say anything, with the intensity of his gaze. you nod. "then trust me," he says simply, gliding on the ice.

he's a good enough teacher that soon enough, you're moving on the ice with a somewhat elegance. "see?" he huffs. "not so bad, right?"

you shrug. "sure." he takes your arm, and together the two of you waltz around the ice rink, gion leading because there's no way you'll lead a dance on ice. once the waltz is over, gion twirls you onto the fence, your beam bright and shining. you've never felt so happy in a long while. 

a cheshire cat smirk is on his face - god, it's so hot - when he says smugly, ldo you trust me now?"