"Don't worry, I heard the suitor is a wonderful boy." My mother soothed. My anxious face was staring at me through the mirror. My hands were clasped in front of my ridiculously elegant dress. Sure, I'm a princess, and sure I need to be married off to a prince, but I dislike the fact that I have to be all prim and proper. "The Makaras are a great source of wealth and power. I think it would be wonderful to have the L/ns married into the family." Mother yanks my hair while trying to fix it up. "Ow, Mom!" I squeal. I move out of reach from her. "I'm not worried, I know what I have to do for the kingdom." "What did I say about calling me mom?" I sigh and roll my eyes. "Not to say that." "Exactly. Now, they are just introducing you, go!" She pushes me out of the little dressing room and I hurry down the stairs. Half the dress was in my hand and my shoes were clacking in an unpleasant way and my face was flushed from exercise. I smooth my dress out and tuck a piece of loose hair behind my ear before I go into the ballroom.

I get a bit startled by how many guests there are, but Mother would have made a bit deal out of this anyways. I curtsied and smiled at my guests and the chatter comes back among the people. I sit a ta table, ready to meet my suitor, but no one looks like the boy I am to meet so far. I heard that her wears an interesting for m of makeup and has horns like a certain type of Halloween candy. His blood color is purple, hence my black and purple dress. I get a small glass of punch and stare at the table in a bored fashion. I quite enjoy dancing, but usually at the seedy places in the common area. My friends used to take me there before they got married off as well. I sigh and a shadow looms over me. "I bElIeVe YoU aRe Y/n L/n." A gravelly voice lilts. I turn quickly to see the troll boy I am to marry. He was handsome, a strong build with a kind face, but I don't base who I like on just looks alone. "And you are Gamzee Makara?" I smile and get up from my seat. "A pleasure to meet you." He smiles and bows, taking my hand. "A pLeAsUrE tO mEeT yOu As WeLl." He brushed his lips against my hand lightly before leading me outside. Away from most guests' eyes and the parents who were watching like hawks.

"Jesus, it's difficult to maintain that haughtiness!" I take off my heels. Gamzee smiles dorkily and nods. "A mOtHeRfUcKiN pAiN iN tHe NeCk." He slouches a little and places his hand in his pockets. I sit on a bench, my dress poofing out slightly and my feet above the ground. This damned dress made my feet rise from the extra layers of the skirt. "So, I'm supposed to marry you," I say in the silence. "What am I supposed to know about you?" "CoPpInG oUt On Me So FaSt?" He teases. "AnD i ThOuGhT i WaS pReTtY nIcE." i laugh. "Nah, I just wanna know you, not what your parents want."

We spent the rest of the night getting to know one another. His favorite soda is Faygo, his best friend is Tavros Nitram, and he's really goofy. I've laughed at several of his jokes. He also said he has an older brother name Kurloz who is mute. He'll teach me signs. I told him about my self as well, how I love to be on my own and read, and how I adore dancing and acting more like myself. "It sucks to be a princess in some ways," I confide. "I don't want to say I'm not grateful for having a prosperous life, but I wouldn't mind if I could wear pants and a shirt to a dance, or have art lessons instead of posture correction." Gamzee nods. "WeLl, OnCe YoU'rE wItH mE, yOu CaN bE yOuRsElF." I smile and I take his hand in mine. His face flushed a little, darkening the white makeup on his pale grey face. I laugh a little and he squeezes my hand. "You know, I wouldn't mind marrying you now that I know you." His face stretches into a wide grin and hugs me tight. I wasn't expecting it, but it was very nice so I complied. "WoUlD yOu CaRe To DaNcE?" He asks with a sly grin. I nod and stand up, regretfully putting on my heals. "No, No, KeEp ThEm OfF." He orders. I look at him confusedly. "aS yOuR hUsBaNd-To-Be, I sAy No HeElS." I smile at him and run in the dress with Gamzee behind me. We get to the ballroom and my hand was in his, his other arm around me waist. I place my hand on his shoulder and we start spinning around the room. A waltz-like tune rang through the air and we automatically comply. I shuffle around in my stockings and I could tell that the guests were looking at me with disproval. I shrug my shoulders and Gamzee grins. He dips me and I squeal unladylike, and my mother looks at me, mortified. "I swear she isn't usually like this, my good sir," She says over the din to Gamzee's father. King Makara responds in a laugh. "I dOn'T mInD, lOoK hOw HaPpY tHeY aRe!" I blush and Gamzee sticks out his tongue at me I roll my eyes and we keep dancing, our shoes off, hair messed up, and not caring about the social rules we have to live by.

**I don't even know hat this is about. I don't really care either. Guys, I have an awkwardly big crush that I've had since the beginning of school (September of 2017). It won't go away so I've been feeling like a loony person and I've been writing too much fluff! AAAAAAAAA-

Also I'm taking a break from requests, so whatever ones you put in the comments I'm not even going to put on my list. This is the first oneshot from (Jake X Abused!Reader) ((I THINK IDEK)) that I've actually written without requests! I kinda miss it, so I won't be taking the requests. I will write requests later, let's say once I've done about ten of my own writing. I like my ideas as much as I like everyone else's, I just haven't made my own.

I won't be updating as much since I'm in two plays ;-;. West Side Story and a student-written one called Winds of Beyond. I'm a shark and a slum gangster 33 yo. (Someone end me). You know what's confusing? When your name is Maria but the main character in West Side is called Maria so when they say "Maria", they're not talking to you, they're talking to the actress. And that Maria song? SO EMBARRASSING XD!!

Oki, I'm done talking, bye!!**