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bratzkoo · 4 months ago

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Merging Arrangments | wonwoo pt. 1

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: chaebol heir! wonwoo x chaebol heiress!/ nurse! reader Genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 Word count: 4k~ Warnings/note: for my Anna, my beautiful nurse. Happy birthday!

Everything marked with [M] have mature scenes and should not be read by minors.

summary: Jeon Wonwoo's been smitten with you for years, as the two of you enter an arranged marriage, he hopes you'll feel the same.

Arrange marriage! au

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The Grand Hyatt Seoul stood majestically against the backdrop of Namsan Mountain, its glass facade reflecting the late afternoon sun. Today, the luxurious hotel buzzed with an energy beyond its usual five-star opulence. It was playing host to the wedding of the year—the union of Jeon Group and Kit Medical Group through their heirs, Jeon Wonwoo and Y/N Kit.

In the grand ballroom, staff members scurried about like well-dressed ants, making last-minute adjustments to flower arrangements and place settings. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over tables draped in silk, each centerpiece a small fortune of exotic blooms. The air hummed with anticipation and barely concealed gossip.

"I heard it was arranged just two months ago," a waiter whispered to his colleague as they adjusted the champagne flutes at the head table.

The other waiter nodded knowingly. "Chaebol marriages," he replied with a hint of cynicism. "Always about business, never about love."

"Shh!" hissed a nearby supervisor. "Less talking, more working. The guests will be arriving soon."

Outside, a fleet of black luxury cars began to arrive, disgorging a who's who of Korean high society. Cameras flashed as celebrities, business tycoons, and politicians made their way into the hotel, their designer outfits and dazzling jewelry a clear display of wealth and status.

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In a luxurious suite upstairs, Y/N Kit sat before a gilded mirror, her reflection a picture of bridal perfection—and internal turmoil. Her raven hair was swept up in an intricate updo, adorned with tiny diamond-encrusted pins that caught the light with every slight movement. The wedding dress, a custom Vera Wang creation, hugged her figure before flowing out in a cascade of delicate lace and silk. Yet, her eyes, usually bright and determined, now held a hint of uncertainty, a stark contrast to the flawless makeup that adorned her face.

"Miss Y/N, you look absolutely stunning," her makeup artist gushed, stepping back to admire her work. "Like a princess from a fairy tale."

Y/N managed a weak smile, the effort evident. "Thank you," she murmured, her gaze fixed on her reflection, as if trying to recognize the woman staring back at her.

As the artist packed up her supplies, Y/N's mind drifted to two months ago, the day that had set this all in motion...

Y/N had just finished a grueling shift at the hospital, her scrubs rumpled and her hair in a messy ponytail. She'd been looking forward to a quiet evening at home, maybe catching up on some medical journals. Instead, she found her parents waiting in the living room, their faces a mix of excitement and stern determination."An arranged marriage?" Y/N had exclaimed, staring at her parents in disbelief. The words felt foreign on her tongue, like something out of a historical drama rather than her real life. "But I barely know Jeon Wonwoo!"

Her father's eyes had been steely, unyielding. "This union will secure the future of both our companies. It's your duty, Y/N. The merger with Jeon Group will allow us to expand our medical services, to help more people."

"But my nursing career—" Y/N had started, her voice trailing off as she saw the dismissive look in her mother's eyes.

"You can do charity work as a chaebol wife," her mother had interjected smoothly, reaching out to pat Y/N's hand. "It's time you left this nurse phase behind. Think of all the good you can do with the resources of both families at your disposal."

Y/N had felt the walls closing in, her carefully laid plans crumbling around her. "Don't I get a say in this?" she had asked, hating how small her voice sounded.

Her father's expression had softened slightly. "Sometimes, Y/N, we must put aside our personal desires for the greater good. This is one of those times."

A knock at the door jolted Y/N back to the present. She blinked rapidly, banishing the memory and the tears that threatened to form. The door opened to reveal her parents, her father resplendent in a bespoke tuxedo, her mother glittering with diamonds that probably cost more than most people's houses.

"Oh, darling," her mother cooed, gliding into the room with practiced grace. "You look perfect. Like a true Kit heiress."

Her father nodded approvingly, his eyes sweeping over Y/N with a businessman's attention to detail. "Remember, Y/N," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "smile for the cameras. This wedding is about more than just you and Wonwoo. It's about the future of both our families, and the thousands of people who rely on our companies."

Y/N felt her chest tighten at his words, the weight of expectation settling on her shoulders like a heavy cloak. She managed a nod, not trusting her voice to remain steady if she spoke.

As her parents left, murmuring about greeting guests, Y/N allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to center herself. The quiet was short-lived, however, as the door burst open again, admitting her best friends, Alexys and Ela.

"Wow, unnie!" Ela exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look like a princess from a manhwa!"

Alexys whistled low, circling Y/N with an exaggerated appraising look. "A very expensive princess. I think your veil costs more than my apartment. Actually, probably more than my entire apartment building."

Despite herself, Y/N felt a laugh bubble up. "Alexys, behave!" she admonished, but there was no heat in her words.

"What?" Alexys grinned, striking a pose that was likely meant to be model-esque but came off more comical. "I'm just saying, if you need someone to carry that train, I volunteer as tribute. I could use a workout, and that dress looks heavy enough to count as weightlifting."

As they laughed, Y/N felt some of her tension ease. These were her people, the ones who knew her as just Y/N, not the Kit heiress or the future Mrs. Jeon. But as quickly as it had come, the moment of levity passed, and doubt crept back in, darkening her expression.

"I don't know if I can do this," Y/N confessed quietly, sinking onto a nearby chaise lounge. "It's all happening so fast. Two months ago, I was focused on my nursing career, on making a difference. And now..."

Ela sat beside her, squeezing her hand supportively. "You're the strongest person I know, Y/N. You'll get through this, and you'll find a way to make a difference, no matter what."

Alexys nodded, her face uncharacteristically serious as she knelt in front of Y/N. "And we'll be right here with you, every step of the way. Although," she added, a mischievous glint returning to her eye, "if you want to make a run for it, I've got a getaway car and a foolproof plan involving two wigs, a llama, and a hot air balloon."

Despite herself, Y/N giggled, the absurd image lightening her mood. "I think I'll pass on the llama plan. But thank you, both of you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably be a lot more stressed and a lot less entertained," Alexys quipped, standing up and smoothing out her bridesmaid dress. "Now, let's get you married, shall we? I've got a bet going with one of the groomsmen on whether I can catch the bouquet while doing a backflip."

As they prepared to leave the room, Y/N took one last look in the mirror. The woman looking back at her was a bride, yes, but she was also still Y/N. With her friends by her side, maybe she could face whatever came next.

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In another suite, Jeon Wonwoo adjusted his bowtie for the thousandth time, his normally steady hands betraying his nerves. The sleek lines of his custom-tailored tuxedo accentuated his tall, lean frame, but it was his eyes that drew attention—dark, intelligent, and currently filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

"You'll wear it out if you keep fiddling," Mingyu, his best friend and best man, commented from where he lounged on a nearby chair. Despite his relaxed posture, Mingyu cut an impressive figure in his own tuxedo, his easy smile a stark contrast to Wonwoo's tense expression.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping his hands and turning to face his friend. "I just want everything to be perfect. This day... it means more than anyone realizes."

Mingyu's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "You've been in love with her for years, haven't you? Y/N, I mean."

Wonwoo's silence was answer enough. His mind drifted to a charity gala five years ago, the first time he had truly seen Y/N Kit...

The ballroom had been crowded, full of Seoul's elite in expensive gowns and tuxedos. Wonwoo, then a university student being groomed to take over Jeon Group, had been making the rounds with his father, shaking hands and making small talk. That's when he had spotted her—Y/N Kit, still in high school, her eyes alight with passion as she spoke to a group of doctors.

"I want to be a nurse," she had been saying, her voice clear and determined. "Not just to follow in my family's footsteps, but to make a real difference. To be there for people when they're at their most vulnerable, to help them heal."

Wonwoo had found himself drawing closer, captivated by her enthusiasm, her compassion, her determination. In a room full of people discussing profit margins and market shares, she had been a breath of fresh air, talking about saving lives and making a difference.

That was the moment Wonwoo had fallen in love, though it had taken him some time to realize it.

"She doesn't know," Wonwoo said quietly, coming back to the present. "About my feelings, I mean. How could she? We've barely interacted outside of formal events."

Mingyu stood, clapping a hand on Wonwoo's shoulder. "Maybe this is your chance to show her, then. You're not just the Jeon heir, Wonwoo. You're a good man, with a lot to offer. Let her see that side of you."

A sharp knock interrupted them, causing both men to straighten instinctively. Wonwoo's parents entered, his father's eyes immediately zeroing in on Wonwoo's slightly askew bowtie.

"Fix that," he said brusquely, his tone leaving no room for argument. "The merger papers will be signed right after the ceremony. Everything must be perfect. The future of Jeon Group depends on this union."

Wonwoo nodded stiffly, adjusting his bowtie with practiced ease. "Yes, father. I understand the importance of today."

His mother, softer but no less focused on appearances, stepped forward to smooth an invisible wrinkle from his lapel. "You look handsome, Wonwoo-ya. Y/N Kit is a lucky girl."

As his parents left, likely to check on some other aspect of the wedding preparations, Mingyu let out a low whistle. "And I thought my parents were intense. Is it always like this?"

Wonwoo managed a weak smile, a hint of his usual dry humor showing through. "Welcome to the chaebol life, Mingyu-ya. All glamour and no pressure, right?"

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if anyone can handle it, it's you. Just remember, behind all this..." he gestured vaguely at the opulent room and their formal attire, "you're still Wonwoo. The guy who stays up too late reading, who can't function without his morning coffee, and who once tried to adopt every stray cat in the neighborhood."

Wonwoo felt some of his tension ease at Mingyu's words. "Thanks, Mingyu. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably be a lot more stressed and a lot less handsome," Mingyu quipped, echoing Wonwoo's earlier smile. "Now, let's get you married, shall we? I've got a best man speech to deliver, and I promise only minimal embarrassment."

As they prepared to leave the room, Wonwoo took one last look in the mirror. The man looking back at him was the Jeon heir, yes, but he was also still Wonwoo. With his best friend by his side and hope in his heart, maybe he could make this arranged marriage into something real.

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The wedding ceremony was a blur of camera flashes and murmured vows. The hotel's grand ballroom had been transformed into a floral wonderland, with thousands of white roses and lilies creating an enchanted atmosphere. Soft classical music played as guests took their seats, a mix of Korea's business elite, celebrities, and politicians all eager to witness the union of two powerful families.

A hush fell over the crowd as the wedding march began. All eyes turned to the back of the room, where Y/N appeared, a vision in white. She walked down the aisle with measured steps, her arm linked with her father's. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, her expression a carefully composed mask of bridal serenity.

In the front row, Alexys gave Y/N a subtle thumbs up, while Ela dabbed at her eyes with a delicate handkerchief. A few rows back, Choi Seung-cheol watched, his hands clenched tightly in his lap, his heart breaking with each step Y/N took towards another man.

At the altar, Wonwoo's breath caught as he saw Y/N. She was breathtakingly beautiful, the embodiment of grace and elegance. But it was the flash of vulnerability in her eyes, visible only for a moment as she took her place beside him, that made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than to take her hand and tell her everything would be alright, that they could face this new chapter together.

The officiant began the ceremony, his words about love and commitment ringing with a hint of irony given the arranged nature of the marriage. As they exchanged rings, Y/N's hand trembled slightly. Wonwoo gave her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. For a moment, their eyes met, and something passed between them—a flicker of understanding, perhaps even a spark of connection.

"I, Jeon Wonwoo, take you, Y/N Kit, to be my lawfully wedded wife," Wonwoo said, his voice steady and clear, infused with a warmth that surprised even him.

"I, Y/N Kit, take you, Jeon Wonwoo, to be my lawfully wedded husband," Y/N replied, her voice softer but no less resolute.

Then the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, and the moment was gone, swept away in a tide of applause and camera flashes.

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The reception was a whirlwind of congratulations, speeches, and thinly veiled business discussions. Y/N and Wonwoo moved through it all in a daze, playing their parts perfectly—the blushing bride and the proud groom, the perfect chaebol couple.

During their first dance, Wonwoo leaned in close, the scent of Y/N's perfume filling his senses. "Are you okay?" he murmured, genuine concern in his voice.

Y/N plastered on a smile for the cameras, her eyes scanning the room even as she replied. "I'm fine," she said, her voice barely audible over the swelling music. "This is what's expected of us, isn't it? To play our parts."

Before Wonwoo could respond, to tell her that it didn't have to be just an act, the dance ended and they were once again swept into the crowd of well-wishers and business associates.

As Y/N made her rounds, graciously accepting congratulations and deflecting questions about future heirs with practiced ease, she found herself face to face with Seung-cheol. For a moment, neither spoke, the air between them thick with unspoken words and missed opportunities.

"You look beautiful," Seung-cheol finally said, his voice rough with emotion. He looked dashing in his suit, a far cry from the casual attire she was used to seeing him in at the hospital.

"Seung-cheol, I—" Y/N began, not sure what she wanted to say but feeling the need to say something.

"Congratulations," he cut her off, unable to meet her eyes. "I hope you'll be very happy." The words sounded hollow, a social nicety that did nothing to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.

He walked away before Y/N could respond, leaving her staring after him, a mix of regret and longing on her face. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine a different world, one where she had followed her heart instead of her duty. But the moment passed, reality reasserting itself in the form of another well-wisher approaching to offer congratulations.

From across the room, Wonwoo watched the interaction between Y/N and Seung-cheol, his heart sinking. The look on Y/N's face as she watched Seung-cheol walk away spoke volumes. Wonwoo turned away, trying to quell the surge of jealousy and disappointment, only to nearly collide with Alexys.

"Whoa there, Mr. Chaebol," she said, steadying herself with a hand on his arm. "No need to sweep me off my feet. Save that for your bride." Her eyes twinkled with mischief, a stark contrast to the formal atmosphere around them.

Wonwoo blinked, taken aback by her casual tone. In his world of rigid formality, Alexys was like a breath of fresh air. "I'm sorry, I—"

Alexys waved him off. "No worries. I'm Alexys, by the way. Y/N's friend and designated baby girl." She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "Between you and me, I think this party could use a little livening up. What do you say we spike the punch? I've got a flask of soju in my purse."

Despite himself, Wonwoo found a smile tugging at his lips. "I don't think that would be appropriate," he said, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Alexys sighed dramatically. "You're right, of course. Guess I'll have to settle for embarrassing Y/N with my dance moves instead. Fair warning: I've been practicing my 'Gangnam Style'. It's not pretty, but it's enthusiastic."

As she sashayed away, hips swaying exaggeratedly, Wonwoo felt some of his tension ease. If these were Y/N's friends, maybe there was hope for them yet. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a place in this vibrant, genuine world so different from the one he'd grown up in.

The rest of the reception passed in a blur of faces and formalities. Mingyu gave a heartfelt best man speech, carefully skirting around any mention of his own secret marriage while still managing to both embarrass and honor Wonwoo.

"I've known Wonwoo since we were kids," Mingyu said, his voice carrying across the hushed ballroom. "And I can say without a doubt that he's the most loyal, caring, and intelligent person I know. Y/N," he turned to address the bride directly, "you're not just gaining a husband today. You're gaining a partner who will stand by you, support your dreams, and probably bore you with random historical facts."

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd, and Wonwoo felt a surge of gratitude for his friend. Beside him, he felt Y/N relax slightly, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips.

As the evening wore on, business associates cornered both sets of parents, eager to discuss the implications of this new alliance. Talks of mergers, stock prices, and market expansions filled the air, a constant reminder of the true nature of this union.

Ela and Mingyu exchanged secret glances across the room, their own hidden marriage a sharp contrast to the spectacle around them. At one point, they managed to steal a moment together near the dessert table.

"How are you holding up?" Ela asked, her voice low.

Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's harder than I thought, watching my best friend go through this. Knowing what we have..." he trailed off, his eyes conveying what he couldn't say aloud.

Ela squeezed his hand briefly. "I know. But we have to trust that they'll find their way, just like we did."

Their moment was interrupted by Alexys, who appeared with a plate piled high with desserts. "Don't mind me," she said, noticing their startled expressions. "Just here for the cake. Carry on with your secret rendezvous."

Ela rolled her eyes fondly. "Very subtle, Alexys."

"Subtlety is overrated," Alexys replied around a mouthful of cake. "Unlike this dessert. Seriously, you two should try this before the chaebol vultures descend and devour everything."

Finally, as the evening wound down, Y/N and Wonwoo found themselves alone for a moment on a balcony overlooking the Seoul skyline. The city stretched out before them, a glittering tapestry of lights and possibilities.

"It's beautiful," Y/N murmured, gazing out at the city lights. For a moment, she allowed herself to drop the perfect bride facade, her shoulders sagging slightly with exhaustion.

Wonwoo looked at her, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. The fatigue evident in the line of her shoulders, the wistfulness in her eyes as she looked out at the city – it all made her seem more real, more human than the porcelain doll she'd appeared as all day. "Yes, it is," he agreed softly, though his eyes never left her face.

Y/N turned to him, and for a moment, the masks slipped away entirely. They were just two people, thrust into an impossible situation, trying to make the best of it. The vulnerability in Y/N's eyes matched the uncertainty Wonwoo felt.

"Wonwoo, I—" Y/N began, her voice hesitant.

"Y/N, dear!" her mother's voice cut through the moment like a knife. "It's time to leave for your honeymoon. The car is waiting."

The spell broken, Y/N and Wonwoo shared a rueful look before making their way back inside. They said their goodbyes, accepted final congratulations, and made their way to the waiting car.

As they settled into the backseat of the luxury vehicle, a heavy silence fell between them. The partition between them and the driver offered a semblance of privacy, but neither seemed to know what to say now that they were truly alone.

From the steps of the hotel, Seung-cheol watched the car pull away, his heart heavy. He'd come to the wedding hoping for... what? A last-minute confession? A dramatic objection? Now, watching the taillights disappear into the Seoul traffic, he felt the finality of the situation settle over him like a weight.

Ela and Mingyu stood together, their hands brushing but not quite holding in deference to the watchful eyes around them. Their own secret weighed on them as they watched their friends drive off into an uncertain future.

Alexys stood with her arm around Ela, for once without a quip. "They'll be okay, right?" she asked, her usual bravado absent.

Ela leaned into her friend's embrace. "I hope so," she said softly. "I really hope so."

The parents watched with satisfaction, already planning their next moves. Mergers to finalize, press releases to craft, the future of their empires to secure.

As the car merged into the Seoul traffic, Y/N and Wonwoo sat side by side, not touching, each lost in their own thoughts. The future stretched out before them, uncertain and daunting. The weight of expectations, of duty, of their own conflicted feelings – it all seemed overwhelming in the quiet of the car.

But as the city lights blurred past the windows, something shifted. Almost imperceptibly, Y/N's hand moved closer to Wonwoo's on the leather seat between them. And after a moment's hesitation, he took it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

They didn't look at each other. They didn't speak. But in that small gesture lay the tiniest seed of hope for Wonwoo – a hope that maybe, just maybe, they could face this uncertain future together. That perhaps, in time, duty could become desire, and an arranged marriage could become something real.

As the car wound its way through the streets of Seoul, taking them towards their honeymoon and the beginning of their life together, that small point of contact between them seemed to hold all the possibility in the world.

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mightbeimpossiblenotto · 4 months ago

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Gown - Oct 8 - @rosekillermicrofic - 401 words - Warnings: none

Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Rosier were set to get married on a sunny Saturday in the Wizarding part of Northern Ireland. Barty, forever an Englishman, was admittedly a little peeved about the venue, but he honestly hadn’t meant to show up an hour later than he was meant to.

“Barty Crouch!” Dorcas yelled at him as soon as he entered the bridal suite. “You are so late.”

“Please, that’s my father,” Barty joked weakly as Dorcas stormed over to him. “Just call me Barty.”

“How about I call you ‘idiot’?” Dorcas seethed, grabbing him by one arm and tugging him further into the room. He could hear the voices of Regulus, Evan and Pandora in the other room, laughing.

When the entered the room, Pandora was already fully dressed in her wedding gown, a full face of beautiful makeup, and her hair tied up in an intricate updo that made her look ethereal. Barty made his way over to her first, giving her a barely-there kiss on the cheek so as to not ruin her makeup.

“You make an absolutely stunning bride, Panda,” Barty greeted, and she beamed at him.

“Isn’t it all just lovely?” Pandora gushed, hand flying up to her detailed hairstyle. “Regulus did the braids, but Evan twisted them up into the bun.”

Barty looked up first at Regulus, who was glaring at him harshly, but that was really nothing new. Barty sent him a salacious wink. Then Barty turned to look at Evan.

There was no way he could have ever been prepared for this. Evan, like Regulus and himself, was wearing a full tuxedo, steam-pressed and fitted to his exact measurements. Except, unlike Regulus whatsoever, Barty couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from Evan. The black lines cut into his tall frame beautifully, making him appear even taller and thinner. The crisp white undershirt was stunning against Evan’s dark skin. His dreads were tied up away from his face, but he had placed gold beads around some of the strands, glinting in the bright lights of the bridal suite.

Barty was sorry to say that Pandora’s brother had greatly shown her up on her own wedding day, not that he would ever tell her that. Evan was smirking at him now, clearly all too aware of the effect he was having on Barty.

It was going to be a very, very long wedding ceremony, indeed.

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sim0nril3y · 1 year ago

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Hi Grace! Really love your Ghost × Civilian, it's a real masterpiece!! Have already read several times)) your version of Simon is truly amazing!

We've seen jealous Simon, but what about his girl? Like they're out in a pub or something and there's someone trying to hit on him? Really interested in your vision on this one)

Have a nice day!!

Note: ahhhhhh, you're so cuuuuuuute, tytyty, I'm so glad that you are enjoying series, ily and I loooooove your request, I hope it is everything you were hoping it would be. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, drinking, jealousy, canon-typical swearing.

It was a Friday night. It was supposed to be like every other Friday night. The two of you tucked into a cosy corner of your local pub, few drinks, conversation about any plans for the weekend. However, this Friday was different and rudely interrupted by a rowdy group of women.

It was a group of 10 of them, each time the door opened another seemed to join the flock. They were crowding the bar, happily chirping about pre-drinks before they were going to head out onto a pub crawl or maybe even to a couple clubs. Each of them were dressed up in killer heels and contorted into tight outfits, proudly wearing sashes to announce that they were part of a bridal party and the bride-to-be was wearing a plastic tiara on her updo.

With a wince Simon leaned towards you and asked. “What was that, babe?” In front of the fireplace was usually quiet, but now with the cackles that were coming from the group it was almost impossible to hear you. “I said…” You raised your voice a little, moving on the sofa to be a little closer to him. “I said, I’m going to pop to the loo quick. Will you get me another drink?”

With a hum Simon finished the dregs of his beer and nodded. “Same again?” He quizzed, standing along with you. As you headed across the room you gifted him a head nod, then blew him a kiss. Simon approached the bar, placing down the empty glasses and waiting for the bartender to get around to him. It seemed like the poor lad was being pushed to his limit with all the demands from the bridal party, they were giggling, swaying to music, excitedly talking about the wild night that they were about to have.

As he leaned there Simon couldn’t help but feel eyes watching him, sensing that he was being observed he turned his head to the side and saw a small portion of the women looking at him, then giggling, turning back to each other. “Bloody hell-” The bartender approached him then, looking flushed and flustered before asking. “Same again, Simon?” He simply nodded, tapping his fingers against the bar and saying. “Make it quick. Yeah?”

“Go. Go.” A sweet voice urged and a second later one of the women sidled up to him, standing there twirling some hair around her finger. “Hi there…” She began, gifting him a bright and slightly tipsy smile. “I, uh… I don’t come in here often, but… but if you come here then I might start having to…” Simon rolled his eyes and kept his eyes firmly plastered on the bartender who was finishing pouring your drink into a glass and then bringing it to place in front of him.

“Thanks.” Simon paid him quickly, but the woman placed a hand on his wrist. “That drink for me?” She purred in a breathy voice and before Simon could set her straight you stepped forward, breaking the strangers contact from his arm and gifting her a tight smile. “Actually, it’s mine.” He could tell that you were claiming more than just the drink in his hand. Your eyes casually dragged up and down her form with disdain and then you gave her a tight smile as you muttered. “Maybe one day you’ll have your own drink…” Then adding in a false happy tone. “Have fun~”

A moment later you were dragging Simon back across the room to the original sofa in front of the roaring fireplace. It was peaceful. It was easy to let the rowdy room around you melt away. Leaning back Simon was surprised at the feel of your mouth pressed to a moment later. It was a passionate and searing kiss with underlining possession and just a touch of jealousy. It was a kiss to claim him. It was on that made a statement.

“Babe…” Simon tugged away and looked around with his cheeks pink, public affection wasn't something he was overly fond of, but seeing you so possessive was certainly ticking a box for him. “What?” You smirked, tilting your head as if oblivious. “You know what…” He muttered. “What’s your plan next? Gonna ride me in front of the whole pub and show everyone who I belong to?” Quirking a brow, he watched your smirk burst into a bright smile. “No. That is not an option.” He stated sternly.

“Spoilsport.” You giggled and leaned into his side, your eyes flittering over to the group of women, looking for a moment longer before they all seemed to turn away and return to their conversations. “I don’t think that will be needed; I think they got the message.” Simon smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before muttering. "Brat." Then wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Wait until I get you home, the whole bloody country is going to know who you belong to..."

Masterlist | Ask | 07-12-2023

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cocobeanncteez · 24 days ago

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The CEO Collision - Part Six / Final

Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO!reader (f)

Warnings / content for Part Six: lots of fluff, smut warning: oral (f receiving), piv + protected sex (pill), facesitting, seonghwa taking his sweet time, multiple orgasms. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.

Word Count: 6.6k

Masterlist for The CEO Collision

2 months later

The bridal suite was a whirlwind of activity, with everyone rushing to ensure that you were picture-perfect for the ceremony. Yeri was pacing frantically near the closet, her phone pressed to her ear as she barked orders at someone on the other end.

“Where are they?!” she hissed. “I swear I left them right here!”

“What’s going on?” you asked calmly, seated in front of a mirror as your makeup artist applied the finishing touches.

“Your heels, Y/N!” Yeri exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. “The Louboutins we picked for the ceremony. They’re gone!”

You blinked, unbothered. “It’s fine. I can just go in my slippers.”

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone—Yeri, Nari, your makeup artist, and your hairstylist—turned to look at you in utter horror.

“Excuse me, what?” Yeri said, her voice climbing an octave.

“Slippers,” you repeated casually, wiggling your feet in the plush, white hotel slippers you’d been wearing all morning.

“Absolutely not!” Yeri screeched. “This is the wedding of the year, Y/N. Your wedding! You cannot walk down the aisle in slippers!”

“Yeri, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“It is exactly that big of a deal!” she interrupted, throwing her hands in the air. “Do you know how many fashion blogs will be dissecting every detail of this wedding? They’ll zoom in on your feet, Y/N. Your feet!”

Nari jumped in, her voice equally panicked. “I’ll go check the ballroom! Maybe someone accidentally moved them.”

Your hairstylist shook her head. “No, no, I’ll go with you. If they’re not there, we’ll call the concierge to buy a new pair from the boutique downstairs.”

“You guys are overreacting,” you said with a laugh, but your makeup artist chimed in.

“Y/N, sweetie, I love your ‘go-with-the-flow’ attitude, but please don’t ruin Yeri’s masterpiece with slippers.”

Yeri clapped her hands sharply. “Alright! Everyone split up and search. They have to be somewhere!”

Amused, you leaned back in your chair and sipped the glass of champagne someone had handed you earlier. The chaos around you was oddly comforting—proof of how much everyone cared.

Fifteen minutes later, Nari burst into the room, heels in hand. “Found them! Someone put them in the wrong closet.”

Yeri snatched the shoes from her, cradling them like they were made of glass. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

“Alright, alright,” you said, standing up. “Crisis averted. Let’s get me into those shoes and down the aisle before Yeri has an aneurysm.”

As they slipped the elegant heels onto your feet, Yeri muttered, “I swear, if you ever suggest slippers again, I’ll personally revoke your fashion sense.”

You smiled, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. “Noted, Yeri.”

With the heels crisis resolved, the bridal suite returned to its bustling yet organized chaos. You stood in the center of the room, a vision of elegance in your intricately designed wedding gown, as everyone fussed over the final details.

“Alright, let’s get this veil perfect,” Yeri said, stepping behind you with a determined expression.

Your hairstylist adjusted the base of the veil where it was secured to your updo. “Hold still, Y/N. We want it to cascade just right.”

Nari knelt to fluff out the long, delicate train of the veil, making sure it flowed seamlessly with your gown. “The photos of this moment will be iconic,” she said, her tone reverent.

Yeri crouched next to her, smoothing out a section of the fabric. “Iconic if everything is perfect,” she muttered.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” you teased, sipping your champagne.

“Not the time for jokes,” Yeri replied without missing a beat. “This veil is practically an heirloom now. I swear, one snag and I’ll lose it.”

Your makeup artist leaned in to check your face one last time. “Lipstick touch-up?”

You shook your head with a smile. “It’s still intact, thanks to your magic.”

Nari stood and clapped her hands together. “The veil is perfect. Yeri, stop touching it before you overdo it.”

Yeri stepped back, giving the ensemble a critical once-over. “Fine. It’s perfect. For now.”

Your stylist handed you your bouquet—a stunning arrangement of peonies, roses, and orchids. “Alright, Y/N, deep breath,” she said, stepping back.

You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. The shimmering gown, the intricate veil, the dazzling jewelry—all of it came together in a way that took even your breath away.

“Wow,” you murmured, turning slightly to see the full effect.

“Wow is right,” Yeri said, her voice softening. “You look… incredible.”

The room fell quiet for a moment as everyone admired you, their faces filled with pride and affection.

“Alright,” Yeri said, breaking the silence. “Let’s get you down that aisle and married to your ridiculously handsome fiancé.”

Nari grinned. “Who’s probably nervously pacing right now, knowing him.”

You laughed softly. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

A soft knock at the door pulled everyone's attention, and the bustling room fell silent. Your father stepped inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his expression a mixture of pride and emotion.

“Ready, darling?” he asked, his voice steady but warm.

You turned toward him, your bouquet clutched tightly in your hands. The sight of him standing there, ready to walk you down the aisle, made your eyes sting with emotion.

“Dad,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. Seonghwa’s going to lose it when he sees you.”

A laugh escaped you, light and airy, though it barely masked the lump in your throat. “You think so?”

He smiled, his eyes soft. “I know so. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

Yeri, Nari, and the rest of the team scrambled to make the final adjustments. “Veil’s perfect,” Yeri confirmed, her voice slightly trembling with excitement.

“Bouquet—spot on,” Nari added, stepping back to admire the final look. The girls quickly snapped photos of you on their personal phones before leaving to take their places by the aisle.

Your father extended his arm to you, and you slipped your hand into his, feeling the steadiness of his grip. “Alright,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear. “This is your moment. Let’s make it unforgettable.”

The door opened, and the soft hum of the ceremony music drifted in. The coordinator outside gave a nod. “It’s time.”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as your father guided you toward the grand ballroom doors.

The world seemed to slow as the doors swung open, revealing the breathtaking scene before you.

The ballroom of the hotel was transformed into a dreamscape for the wedding of the year. Glittering chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the room, where towering floral arrangements of white orchids, roses, and hydrangeas adorned every table. The decor was opulent yet tasteful, with accents of gold and crystal lending a regal air to the space.

This was no ordinary wedding—it was a celebration befitting two of the nation’s most influential figures. Yeri, true to her promise, had planned every detail meticulously, ensuring that the event was not only grand, but also uniquely personal.

A grand staircase wrapped in garlands of greenery and white blooms served as the entrance to the ballroom. Guests, dressed to the nines in haute couture, mingled under the soaring ceilings while an orchestra played a symphony of classical and modern pieces.

Seonghwa stood at the altar at the far end of the ballroom, a vision of perfection in a custom-tailored white tuxedo by one of Italy’s finest designers. His hair was styled immaculately, and his polished black shoes shone under the soft lights. Despite his calm exterior, his hands were clasped tightly in front of him, betraying the nerves coursing through him.

Standing beside him were his groomsmen: Wooyoung and Yunho, all equally dashing. Hongjoong, as the man of honor, stood proudly on your side, his presence a steadying force for both you and Seonghwa.

The music shifted, signaling your arrival. All heads turned to the staircase, where you appeared at the top, your arm lightly resting on your father’s.

“Let’s go,” your father whispered, his voice steadying you as you took your first step forward.

Your wedding gown was nothing short of breathtaking—a custom creation by a Parisian designer, with intricate lace detailing on the bodice that shimmered with hand-stitched crystals. The voluminous skirt trailed behind you like a cloud, and a delicate cathedral-length veil completed the look.

As you descended the staircase, a wave of awe rippled through the crowd. Gasps and murmurs of admiration followed your every step, but your eyes were locked on Seonghwa. His expression was a mixture of pride, love, and barely contained emotion as he watched you make your way to him.

When you reached the altar, your father placed a gentle kiss at the side of your head before he handed you over to Seonghwa, who took your hand gently.

“You look…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “like a dream.”

“So do you,” you whispered back with a smile.

The officiant began the ceremony, weaving together stories of your journey together.

Seonghwa’s vows were heartfelt and raw, spoken with a confidence that carried the weight of his feelings. “Y/N, you are my light, my anchor, and my greatest adventure. I promise to love you with everything I have, to support you, and to cherish every moment we share. I’ve waited my whole life to stand here with you. I love you, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

Your vows were just as moving, bringing a tear to Seonghwa’s eye. “Seonghwa, you are my partner in every sense of the word. You challenge me, complete me, and make me believe in a love I once thought was impossible. I promise to stand by your side through every storm and every sunny day, to celebrate your successes and pick you up in your moments of doubt. Today, I choose you, and I’ll choose you every day after.”

The officiant’s voice echoed gently in the grand ballroom, a quiet yet commanding presence, “Now, the rings—a symbol of eternity and unending love.”

Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong who handed him an emerald-cut, white diamond ring with a platinum band. His hands were steady as he held it, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft but filled with conviction, “with this ring, I promise to love you, to honor you, and to stand by you in every moment of our lives together. You’re my everything.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, the cool metal warming instantly against your skin.

Yeri passed you Seonghwa’s ring, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. You took a deep breath, meeting Seonghwa’s deep, earnest eyes.

“Seonghwa,” you said, your voice wavering for a moment before it steadied, “with this ring, I promise to love you, to respect you, and to stand by your side as your partner and your equal. You’ve given me so much happiness, and I vow to spend the rest of my life giving it back to you.”

Sliding the ring onto his finger, you watched as his lips curved into a small, almost shy smile—a rare expression that made your heart flutter.

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the significance of the gesture heavy in the air. You felt Seonghwa gently squeeze your hand, his warmth grounding you in the moment.

The officiant’s voice broke the stillness, light and celebratory. “With the exchange of these rings, your bond is sealed. I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss your br—”

But before the sentence could finish, Seonghwa leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss that sent the guests into delighted applause, cheers, and laughter due to his impatience. You felt his hands gently cup your face as the moment stretched, filled with warmth and undeniable love.

When he finally pulled back, his grin was boyish and unapologetic, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sorry,” he whispered, though he clearly wasn’t.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” you teased, your cheeks flushed as the crowd continued to cheer.

“Not a chance,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

The officiant chuckled, shaking their head before saying, “Well, there you have it—sealed with enthusiasm!”

As you walked hand in hand down the aisle, the orchestra struck up a lively tune, and confetti in shades of gold and ivory rained down, catching the light like tiny stars. The air buzzed with joy, the grandeur of the ballroom matching the overwhelming happiness in your heart.

Friends and family lined the path, showering you with petals and congratulations. Seonghwa leaned close to you, his voice low so only you could hear, “Mrs. Park, I hope you’re ready for forever.”

You glanced up at him, your smile as radiant as the moment. “With you? Always.”

After taking pictures with each other and the guests, you and Seonghwa changed into different outfits for the reception, both of you in full black. Seonghwa wore a black suit while you wore a short, glittery dress with a v-neckline.

By the time you got to the reception hall, it was already in full swing, with guests mingling, sipping champagne, and enjoying the luxurious ambiance of the hotel’s second grand ballroom, which was much bigger than the first. The lights suddenly dimmed, catching everyone’s attention, and the emcee stepped onto the stage with an infectious grin.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice resonating through the space, “I hope everyone is having a great time tonight. Your night is about to get even better as we have a very special surprise for the bride and all of you tonight! Please put your hands together for the groom, Seonghwa, and his crew!”

A spotlight illuminated a section of the ballroom as Seonghwa appeared, flanked by Hongjoong, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho, Yunho, and Yeosang. They all wore matching sunglasses, their confident smirks drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.

Your jaw dropped as you realized what was happening. “Oh my God,” you murmured, unable to hide your amusement and disbelief.

The music started—a high-energy K-pop hit with a pulsing beat. Seonghwa was front and center, leading the routine with effortless precision. His sharp movements, combined with his undeniable charisma, had everyone screaming. The others followed suit, their choreography perfectly synchronized.

Hongjoong oozed swagger, pointing directly at you at one point, while San’s fluid moves drew audible gasps from the crowd. Mingi and Wooyoung, always the life of the party, brought their playful energy, making exaggerated gestures and winks that had the audience laughing. Jongho’s powerful presence and Yunho’s natural grace balanced the group, while Yeosang’s calm confidence added a touch of elegance.

“They look like a k-pop group!” Nari said to you while laughing and moving to the beat.

“Right?!” Yeri chimed in. “I had no idea all of them could dance this well!”

Halfway through the performance, Seonghwa broke away from the group, extending his hand toward you. The crowd roared as he gestured for you to join him. You shook your head, laughing and blushing, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Come on, Mrs. Park!” Wooyoung shouted, his mic catching his playful teasing.

With encouragement from everyone around you, you finally relented, taking Seonghwa’s hand. He pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor, spinning you gracefully before leading you into a simple but romantic move that fit seamlessly into the choreography.

The performance ended with Seonghwa dipping you dramatically, his face inches from yours. The room erupted in applause and cheers as he leaned in to kiss you, sealing the moment with a perfect touch of romance.

As the music faded and the lights returned to normal, the emcee took the mic again, laughing. “Now that’s how you make a reception unforgettable! Let’s hear it for the groom and his incredible crew!”

The energy in the room was electric as Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, his lips brushing your ear. “Did you like it?”

“Like it?” you replied, grinning. “I think you just set the bar impossibly high for every other wedding.”

Seonghwa laughed, his hand resting on your waist. “Good. Only the best for you.”

“Did you all think we were done?” the emcee teased, his voice brimming with energy. “The bride and her girls also prepared a surprise!”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me?” he asked, his tone playful as he leaned closer.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re not the only one who’s slick, Mr. Park.” With a wink, you turned and made your way toward the dance floor, joined by Yeri, Nari, and two of your closest friends.

The lights dimmed again, and a spotlight followed you and your squad as you took your positions. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable, with guests craning their necks to see what was coming next.

A sultry beat filled the room, and the five of you burst into a lively and perfectly coordinated routine. The choreography was bold, fun, and flirtatious—an exciting mix of sass and elegance that immediately captivated the crowd.

Yeri, ever the queen of confidence, flipped her hair dramatically, earning loud cheers, while Nari’s graceful moves balanced the group’s energy. Your other two friends brought their own flair, their expressions playful and cheeky.

But it was you who stole the show. Your movements were sharp yet fluid, your expression a perfect mix of allure and confidence as you worked the floor. Every step seemed to be aimed directly at Seonghwa, whose stunned expression quickly turned into a wide grin.

Halfway through the performance, the music shifted into a high-energy medley, and the routine became even more dynamic. The girls hyped you up as you took center stage, hitting the moves with precision and a touch of attitude that had everyone cheering, though you were mentally screaming at yourself to not fall in the heels you were dancing in.

Seonghwa, who had been seated at the edge of the dance floor, stood up and clapped along, his pride and admiration evident. He exchanged amused looks with Hongjoong and the others, who were just as impressed.

As the routine ended with a dramatic pose, the ballroom erupted in applause and whistles. The emcee’s laughter boomed through the speakers. “Wow! Give it up for the bride and her girls! I think Mr. Park’s speechless!”

Breathless but exhilarated, you walked toward Seonghwa, who was still clapping, his smile impossibly wide. “So?” you asked, tilting your head. “What do you think?”

He stepped closer, sliding an arm around your waist and leaning in to whisper, “I think you just became even more perfect in my eyes.”

You laughed, brushing a hand over his chest. “Good. Only the best for you,” you quoted his words from earlier.

“Looks like the Park couple knows how to entertain,” the emcee quipped. “Now let’s get the party going again!”

The music transitioned to an upbeat tune, and the dance floor flooded with guests, all eager to keep the energy alive. Seonghwa pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips.

“Care for a dance, Mrs. Park?” he asked, his voice low and warm. “Unless your performance tired you out?” he challenged.

You smirked, taking his glass of whiskey from him and downing it in one go. “Oh, you’re on.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, as you handed the empty glass back to him with a smirk. “Bold move,” he murmured, his voice full of amusement and intrigue.

“I thought you liked bold,” you teased, taking his hand and leading him toward the center of the dance floor.

The lights dimmed slightly, and the vibrant beat of the music pulsed through the room, urging everyone to let loose. Seonghwa pulled you closer, his movements smooth and confident as he matched your energy effortlessly.

“Mrs. Park, you’re full of surprises tonight,” he said, spinning you around before bringing you back into his arms.

“Get used to it,” you replied, your grin wide and mischievous.

The two of you moved together in perfect sync, your chemistry undeniable. Guests couldn’t help but stop and admire the newlyweds as you owned the dance floor, a mix of elegance and playful charm radiating from every step.

At one point, Yeri and San joined in, adding their usual chaotic energy to the mix. Wooyoung tried to out-dance Seonghwa with exaggerated moves, earning a round of laughter when Seonghwa effortlessly countered with a smooth twirl and dip of you, leaving Wooyoung mock-defeated.

“You’re showing off now,” you whispered, breathless from the dance and the adrenaline coursing through you.

“I’m just smooth like that,” Seonghwa replied, leaning down to steal a quick kiss amidst the cheers and applause surrounding you.

As the song ended, the emcee’s voice boomed once more. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say that the Parks are officially the king and queen of the dance floor tonight!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your waist, his face glowing with happiness. “We’re just getting started,” he said softly, his gaze locked on yours, his love and admiration shining through.

You smiled, leaning into him as the next song began to play. The celebration was far from over, and with Seonghwa by your side, it was shaping up to be the perfect beginning to your new life together.

The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the venue after the reception, Seonghwa’s hand firmly holding yours. Guests formed a lively crowd, clapping, cheering, and waving sparklers as they sent you off in style. Yeri was shouting playful advice about married life, while Hongjoong pretended to dab tears from his eyes dramatically.

Seonghwa chuckled at the spectacle, guiding you toward the sleek black car waiting by the curb. Your family’s trusted driver stood ready, offering a respectful nod as he opened the door for you.

“Ready, Mrs. Park?” Seonghwa asked, his voice warm and full of pride.

You grinned, sliding into the back seat. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Seonghwa followed, settling in beside you. The driver closed the door and got into the front, smoothly pulling away from the venue. Guests cheered louder, throwing flower petals and confetti in your direction as the car disappeared into the night.

Inside the car, a peaceful silence settled. Seonghwa leaned his head back, his hand finding yours instinctively. The soft leather seats and the muted hum of the engine made the moment feel cozy, a stark contrast to the buzz of the reception.

“You’ve been quiet,” you said, breaking the silence. “What’s on your mind?”

He turned to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just thinking about how surreal it feels. Tonight was perfect. You were perfect. And now, you’re my wife.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “It still feels unreal to me too,” you admitted.

The car glided through the city streets, the twinkling Seoul skyline glowing in the distance. Before long, you arrived at the private parking garage of your new apartment building. The driver stepped out, opening the door for you both.

“Thank you, Mr. Yoon,” you said with a grateful smile as Seonghwa helped you out of the car.

“Always a pleasure, Ms.—Mrs. Park,” the driver replied, correcting himself with a chuckle.

Seonghwa chuckled softly as well, resting his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the private elevator. “That’s going to take some getting used to,” he said playfully.

The ride up to the apartment was quick, and when the elevator doors opened, Seonghwa unlocked the door, stepping aside to let you enter first.

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of your now fully furnished new home. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the glittering Seoul skyline. The living room was a perfect blend of modern elegance and inviting warmth, the plush furniture and carefully chosen decor reflecting both your styles.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your voice tinged with awe. Most of the décor was chosen by Seonghwa, though you knew Jongho and Mingi helped him a lot with it.

“I wanted it to feel like home for you,” Seonghwa said softly, his arms wrapping around you from behind.

Your gaze wandered to the open kitchen with its sleek marble countertops, the balcony with a luxurious jacuzzi overlooking the city, and the spacious bedroom that exuded a serene, cozy vibe.

“You really outdid yourself,” you said, turning in his arms to look at him.

“I’d do it a hundred times over for you, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes filled with love as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss lingered, full of promise and the unspoken excitement of starting your new life together. When he pulled back, he smiled. “Welcome home, Mrs. Park.”

“Home,” you echoed, the word feeling heavier with meaning as you smiled up at him. You walked around the whole house, checking out each room before finally walking into your bedroom.

You stop right in front of the massive king-size bed, staring down at the golden sheets. Seonghwa moved to stand right behind you, pushing your hair to one side. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Seonghwa’s warm breath brushed against your skin. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“Well, my wife,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing against your sensitive skin, “imagine the things we would do in here…”

You let out a soft laugh, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held a mischievous glint, his lips curled into that signature smirk that never failed to weaken your resolve.

“Is that so, husband?” you teased, leaning back into his embrace, feeling his hard dick press against your back. “And here I thought we’d just use it for sleeping.”

Seonghwa chuckled, the sound deep and rich. His hands moved to your hips, gently turning you to face him. “Oh, we’ll definitely be sleeping,” he said, his tone playfully suggestive, “eventually.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, but before you could retort, Seonghwa closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands slid up your back, anchoring you against him as his kiss deepened, filled with passion and unspoken promises.

When he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered, “I’ve waited for this moment for so long—just you, me, and no interruptions.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Me too,” you admitted softly.

Without breaking eye contact, Seonghwa lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to the bed. He placed you down gently, his hands brushing against the golden sheets as he leaned over you.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he said, his voice filled with reverence, as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

Seonghwa’s eyes held yours as he reached for the delicate clasp at the back of your dress, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. Slowly, deliberately, he undid the fastening, the fabric loosening and sliding down your shoulders like a whisper.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips warm against your skin.

He didn’t rush. His movements were deliberate, his attention solely on you. His hands followed the trail of the dress as it slipped further, revealing more of you to his gaze. His fingers were gentle, grazing your sides and lingering over the curve of your waist.

When the dress finally pooled at your feet leaving you in your lacey black lingerie that was made especially for this night, he knelt, his hands gliding down your legs as he helped you step out of the dress. He looked up at you from where he was, his eyes filled with adoration and something deeper—something that made your heart race.

He placed gentle kisses on your inner thighs and you could feel the heat at your core. Seonghwa placed a kiss on your clothed pussy before he rose slowly, his hands finding yours and guiding them to the buttons of his shirt. “I want you to undress me too,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You complied, your fingers trembling slightly as you worked each button free, revealing inch by inch of his toned chest. He didn’t rush you, his hands resting lightly on your hips as he watched you, his gaze tender and full of love.

When his shirt joined your dress on the floor, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “We have all the time in the world,” he said, his voice steady, grounding.

His lips found yours again, the kiss deep and unhurried. It was a kiss that spoke of devotion, of commitment, of a love so profound it left you breathless.

Seonghwa’s hands continued their gentle exploration, tracing every curve, every line, as if committing you to memory even though he’s done it so many times before. He guided you back to the bed, his touch never leaving yours.

Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, falling back on the sheets of your shared bed. He hovered over you, his knee moving in between your legs, rubbing against your pussy. You whimpered at the contact, causing him to move his knee again before he stopped to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, down to your breasts. He took his sweet time there, gently pulling the fabric down enough to lightly suck your nipple while his hand toyed with the other one. He mirrored his actions before continuing his kisses down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your panties.

“Now, my love…” he whispered against your skin. “I’ll let you decide how you want me to taste you. Should I take you like this, or do you want to sit on my face?” His words made you whimper, your thighs pressing the sides of his body.

“Uh, anything is fine,” you replied. “Whatever you like.”

“Mhmm.” He kissed your clothed pussy before standing up to take your panties off, tossing it aside. “On my face it is, then.”

He moved to lie down on the bed, his head resting against a pillow, gesturing for you to come to him. You moved so that you were positioned over his face, knees on either side of him, being careful to not put your weight on him. He placed your hands on your hips, bringing you down until your pussy was right above his mouth. He started off slow, his tongue exploring your wet pussy before he latched onto your clit. He gently sucked at your nub, his wet tongue darting out to put pressure on your clit. You moaned and couldn’t help but grind yourself against his tongue. He pulled away for a brief second before lapping at your pussy in a faster pace. He put more pressure on your hips to lock you in place while he ate you out like a starved man.

“Hwa… I’m…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm hit you in waves, coming undone on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t stop though and instead lapped at your pussy even more until you were overstimulated and couldn’t handle more.

When he pulled away, you felt like you could cum again at the sight of his lips glistening with your wetness. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. You moved away from his face, lying down next to him, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

Seonghwa broke away from the kiss to take his pants off along with his briefs before hovering over you. He pumped his hard cock a few times before smoothly entering your wet pussy. He leaned down to hungrily kiss you while he moved in you. He wanted to take things slow and savor this moment, but he was finding it difficult to do so with the way your walls clenched around him so tightly and the way you were bucking your hips up to meet his.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Hwa… please… faster,” you begged. He did as you said, increasing his pace, his dick continuously hitting your sweet spot. You screamed his name as your second orgasm washed over you quickly and you moved away from his dick so it would slip out. You swiftly turned onto your stomach and got on all fours, lowering your upper body so that your ass stuck out to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seonghwa growled. “I can’t believe this beautiful woman is all mine.”

You wiggled you hips slightly, begging him to fuck you. He entered you again, going deeper than before. He kept a faster pace, his hands gripping your hips while he fucked you from behind. The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filled the air, and you pressed your face harder onto the sheets while he rammed into you. It wasn’t long before his own orgasm caught up, shooting his load in you. He stilled and you felt his dick throb with every release before he carefully pulled out.

You laid down on your stomach and he joined you, placing a kiss to your head.

“Sleepy?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you murmured. “I need to shower first.”

“You don’t have to move,” Seonghwa said softly, his voice warm and low. He shifted closer, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Just rest for a bit. I’ll run the shower for you.”

You hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his lips press against your temple. “You’re spoiling me, Mr. Park,” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“I intend to,” he replied with a chuckle, his fingers trailing soothing patterns along your back. “It’s my job as your husband now.”

The word "husband" made your heart flutter, and you turned your head slightly to glance at him, your cheek resting against the golden sheets. “I could get used to this.”

Seonghwa grinned, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away, heading into the en-suite bathroom. You heard the sound of water running as he adjusted the temperature, and a moment later, he returned, crouching down beside you.

“Shower’s ready, love,” he said, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

You groaned softly but pushed yourself up, Seonghwa’s hands immediately steadying you. “You’re too good to me,” you said, stretching as you stood.

“Not possible,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection.

He followed you into the bathroom, his hands resting on your shoulders as he guided you toward the warm cascade of water. “Let me help you,” he offered, stepping into the shower with you, reaching for your bottle of bodywash.

Seonghwa’s hands worked the bodywash into a soft lather, his touch gentle as he began to glide his hands along your shoulders and arms. The warm water cascaded around you both, and you sighed, leaning into his touch.

“It’s been a long day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

His movements were slow and deliberate, his fingers kneading away any tension in your muscles as he worked his way down your back. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t rushed or fueled by desire but instead filled with an overwhelming tenderness that made your chest tighten.

“You don’t have to spoil me like this, you know,” you said softly, tilting your head back to look at him.

“I want to,” he replied without hesitation, his eyes meeting yours. “You’ve done so much for me, for us. This is just a small way to show you how much I appreciate you.”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as water trickled down his arm. “You’re everything to me, Mrs. Park,” he said, his voice low and filled with conviction.

The way he said it, like you were his entire world, made your heart swell. You smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “And you’re everything to me too.”

Seonghwa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the warm water making the moment feel like a dream. When he pulled back, he continued his task, his touch lingering on every inch of your skin as he helped rinse away the suds.

By the time the shower ended, you felt entirely refreshed, your mind and heart lighter than they’d been all day. Seonghwa wrapped you in a fluffy towel, his hands brushing against your arms as he tucked it around you snugly.

Standing side by side at the bathroom sink, you and Seonghwa brushed your teeth in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other in the mirror. His hair was slightly damp, and his eyes softened every time they met yours. When he caught you staring, he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you giggle through your toothpaste.

After rinsing and doing your skincare, you both changed into the matching pajamas Yeri had gifted—simple and cozy with little embroidered hearts on the cuffs. Seonghwa looked down at his set with mock disdain. “I never thought I’d wear something like this,” he teased, tugging at the hem.

“You look adorable,” you countered, stepping closer to adjust the collar.

“Adorable enough to make me rethink my choices,” he quipped, grinning, but his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

Together, you walked into the bedroom, the golden glow of the bedside lamps casting a warm light over the space. The king-size bed, with its luxurious golden sheets, felt more inviting than ever. Seonghwa pulled back the covers and gestured dramatically for you to get in.

“Your throne, my queen,” he said with a flourish, making you laugh.

You slipped into bed, feeling the cool, silky fabric against your skin. Seonghwa climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. The day’s excitement melted away as he nestled you against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing you.

He kissed the top of your head, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. “I still can’t believe we’re here, like this, married.”

You tilted your head to look at him, your hand resting on his chest. “It feels like a dream,” you admitted. “A really, really good dream.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “If it’s a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with the kind of happiness that felt almost surreal. “Mhmm… I love you, Seonghwa,” you said softly.

“And I love you too,” he replied, his voice full of warmth and promise.

As you lay there, wrapped in his arms, the world outside faded away. The future felt bright, the love between you unshakable.

With a content sigh, you closed your eyes, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, you’d face it together—always.

The End

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kteezy997 · 5 months ago

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Lady in Waiting-Part Eight//King Hal

The day had come. Lady Sophia was to marry her King. Your Hal.

It felt as if an entire lifetime had passed since you had arrived at the royal palace in England to start a new life with your Lady, the future Queen. But the change truly started when you met the King. He had initially mistaken you for his bride, and the rest, as they say, is history.

You fell in love with him and his quiet, private charms. The man was as tender as he was handsome. It was the most genuine affection you’d ever felt; a deep, loving connection that you shared together.

You worried for the future. How would Sophia react to your affair with the King? Would she ever find out? And on the other hand, how would you deal with having to share the man you loved?

He did not love her, or even desire her. But he would have to pretend his affections in public settings and then commit his marital duties in his bedroom at night.

You wondered if feelings may develop for Hal as he spent time with his Queen. Could he possibly forget about you? No. Of course not. He loved you, right?

Then, there were the royal children to come. Little ones running around the castle with Hal’s dark, wavy hair and green eyes. But they would be Sophia’s children. You would raise them, love them, but it would not be the same as if you and Hal had brought them into the world together.

Would children be on the horizon for you? It would be a dream to have a family with your beloved Hal. But would that be permitted? Would Sophia be able to turn her cheek and give her blessing? Kings had had royal mistresses before, though you had such a distaste for the word.

It was common for a married noblewoman to find a match for her lady in waiting. Sophia would likely follow this practice. But the Lord knows you had no interest in any man if he was not Hal. He was the one for you.

…..

She really did look elegant, regal even. The layers of her plush, ivory gown, her blonde hair curled and pinned into an updo; the image would fit perfectly on the cover of a storybook that would inspire a generation of young girls. You wondered if Hal would be impressed. It would be difficult not to be.

You could not imagine what must be going through the mind of the man you had slept with just last night. He held you all night long, as if he were desperate to cling onto a life with you.

Sophia was giddy as could be. "This is going to be the best day of my life!" she exclaimed. She sighed happily, looking at you, "Oh, y/n, this is a whole new chapter of our life." She would at times lump the two of you together, as if you, her handmaiden, were merely an extension of herself.

"Yes, indeed it is, my lady."

She made a 'tsk-tsk' sound between her teeth, holding up a finger to you, "Nay, nay, it is "Your Grace" now. I am even better than a lady."

"You are right, my apologies, Your Grace." you performed a light curtsy to her. "It is a habit I am trying to break."

"It is understandable. I have been your lady for quite a long time now. Also, you must work on your curtsy, there is plenty of room for improvement for you there." Sophia paused, took one last look in the mirror. "Now, hold my dress. It is nearly time."

............

You accompanied Sophia, carrying the train of her dress, to her bridal party. There were gasps and gushing at the sight of the bride from her bridesmaids. You could not help but smile at the scene before you, despite your uneasy feelings on the inside. You were holding on tightly to Hal's promise that nothing will change, that he will still love you after he is married.

"Psst, my lady y/n."

You heard the whisper, recognizing the voice as Hal's guard, the same man who escorted you back to your room early that same morning. You turned to him, and he motioned you over. You made sure Sophia did not see and hustled to him.

"His Majesty requests your presence at once."

"Is something wrong?" you inquired.

"Follow me, milady."

......

"Hal?" you said as you approached him in his chambers.

"Oh, thank the gods you are here." he sighed heavily, hurrying over to you. He wrapped you up in his arms.

"Are you alright?"

"I needed to see you." You could tell he was jittery.

"You just saw me a few hours ago." you pulled away from the embrace to look in his eyes. "My darling, you were fine when I left this morning. What has happened?"

"Nothing, nothing has happened. I just do not think I can go through with this wedding." he looked down at the ground.

"Of course you can. You have to. You said yourself that nothing will change." you placed your hands on his cheeks. "I love you, Hal. Nothing will change that. Do you love me?"

"Of course, that is precisely why-"

"Then do this for me. Make Sophia happy. Keep her here in this palace, because as long as she is here, I will be here. We can sort things out later as long as we get through this day. You are not alone; I will be there. I will always be there."

Hal let out a little smile and huff, "As I am for you." He gave you a kiss, nodding, "I knew you would make me feel better."

"Even a King can get nervous, I suppose." you reassured him, returning a grin.

.........

It was a lengthy yet gorgeous ceremony. Hal looked directly into Sophia's eyes and kissed her lips after they said I Do. You could not help the pang of jealousy ripping into your chest as you watched. You knew he did not love her, but it did not make seeing them kiss any easier. You tried to not imagine them in Hal's bed, naked, touching.

The wedding reception followed and contained extravagant courses of food, cake, music, dancing and the decorations you helped arrange.

You noticed that Hal was able to let loose after a few alcoholic beverages. He had invited some old friends from Eastcheap, and they were all having a great time dancing and horsing around on the dance floor.

You decided to rest a bit and sip some wine as you sat at one of the tables. You enjoyed watching the wedding guests and Hal and his mates. But you kept drinking more wine, as you found it increasingly difficult to get thoughts of Hal making love to Sophia out of your mind.

After downing a few glasses of the red drink, you felt a little lighter, perhaps even numb. The space in your brain became more vacant, and you were glad for it.

The time came for the King and Queen to share their first dance as a married couple. A sweet tune came from the band's string section as Hal led Sophia to the floor.

It was, to the naked eye, a romantic moment for the newlyweds. The bride grinning from ear to ear as her groom held her waist, and she with her arms laced around his neck as they swayed to the music.

The sight of it all made you nauseous.

Afterwards, the dance floor became crowded again. And you were surprised when the Queen came over to you instead of tending to one of the vast numbers of her noble wedding guests.

"Y/n I think you should have a dance with Hal." she said with a smile.

You raised your brows, "Oh? And why is that, Your Grace?"

"Well, you are friends, are you not? Besides, I already mentioned it to him, and he is expecting you."

"That is very kind of you." you said, trying not to stumble when you rose from your chair. Maybe the wine was too much.

........

Hal was smirking as he stood in the crowd of dancing partners. He welcomed your body close to his when you approached him.

"How charitable of the Queen to offer her King to her Lady." you quipped.

He chuckled lightly, "Yes, well, at least we can enjoy a moment together." he slid his hands to your lower back.

You hummed at his warm touch, but you could not lean in, could not look at him too fondly otherwise suspicions would arise.

"I would never truly complain about an opportunity to be close to you, my King." you whispered.

Hal shook his head slightly, his jaw clenching noticeably. "Oh, the things I want to do to you right now." You could hear the rumble of desire in the lowness of his voice.

........

You spent the night alone in your bed. Luckily, the amount of alcohol you had consumed lulled you to sleep. You knew without it, you would have been up all night thinking about Hal and Sophia.

You woke with a small headache, but you drank a big cup of cold water to hydrate yourself some before leaving for Sophia's chambers. You felt much better, but you were not ready to hear about how amazing her wedding night was with the man you loved.

You knocked on her door but there was no answer, not even after a second knock. "Your Grace? Are you in there?" Was she still in Hal's room? Perhaps it would not be proper for a King to kick his Queen out of bed after consummating their marriage.

"Y/n?" you heard her call out faintly. "Is that you? Come in."

Sophia's voice was much softer than usual, and she sounded weak.

You opened the door to a dark room. Typically, she was already up and ready to get dressed and made up for the day. But now, she was in bed, covered up completely by her blankets. "My Queen, are you well?" you asked.

She pulled the covers down from her face. You were stunned to see her eyes swollen red and watery. "Oh, y/n, last night was terrible." she cried, covering her face again.

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sleekervae · 9 months ago

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The Bride [0.1]

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Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: While out riding, Billy is stunned to come upon a young woman in a wedding gown begging for help. Without a second thought he comes to her aid and takes her back to town. Little does he know that rescuing this young bride will bring him more trouble than he bargained for.

Warnings: foul language, mentions of arranged marriage

Word Count: 4,946

The horse's hooves kicked up dust as he traversed the rugged terrain, the only sound breaking the stillness of the evening. Tall grasses swayed gently in the breeze, and the distant call of a lone coyote echoed through the vast expanse.

Billy's gaze swept over the horizon, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the untouched land. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, a stark contrast to the deep greens and browns of the earth below.

As boy and horse continued on their journey, the only companion the vastness of the frontier, Billy couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the raw, untamed beauty of the land. The western frontier was a place of mystery and adventure, where danger lurked around every corner, but for now, it was a place of peace and tranquility, a sanctuary in the midst of chaos.

Though perhaps he thought too soon when he caught sight of what at he at first thought was a ghost. But ghosts didn't trip, nor did they cuss between shouts for help. At least, Billy didn't think so. Though the closer he came to the ghost, the more he came to realize there was nothing supernatural about them.

It was a woman, young and fair, her once pristine wedding gown now stained and torn, her face etched with frustration and desperation. She stumbled forward, one hand gripping the layers to her skirt while her other arm frantically waved him down.

"Hey! Hey, can you help me?" despite her appearance, her voice was direct, unshaken.

"What in the hell happened to you?" Billy couldn't help it, the words slipped out before he had a moment to process.

The bride stood before him now and he could have a better look at her. She was slender and small, her figure striking against the backdrop of the tall grass. Her long brown hair, once carefully styled in a bridal updo, now cascaded around her shoulders in a messy tangle, strands framing her face in a wild halo. Despite the disarray, her hair shimmered in the fading light, catching the last rays of the setting sun.

Her wedding gown, once a symbol of joy and celebration, was now stained and torn, the fabric clinging to her form in a way that spoke of hardship and struggle. Despite the wear and tear, the gown still held a sense of elegance, the intricate lace and delicate embroidery standing out against the rugged backdrop of the wilderness.

Her gaze locked with the Billy's, though oddly enough the resilience he saw in her face struck him anew. She didn't appear as a desperate, lost and helpless bride.

"It's a long, fuckin' story," she grumbled, dropping her skirt in a huff, "Where you comin' from?"

"Santa Fe,"

"Mind if I ride back with you?"

Billy took a look around, in the back of his mind he was worried that this girl may be luring him into some sort of trap. But he was out in the open, if someone was going to come out and ambush him, they would've done it by now. And something about the dirt and cuts on this girl told him she wasn't faking it.

"Look, if I had any money to offer, I would --"

"Sure thing," he offered her his hand, to which she took gratefully. She hooked her heeled boot into the stirrup and pulled herself up behind Billy. The horse snuffled and shifted to regain her balance under the added weight, and with a hard crack of the reigns, Billy and the bride clung on as the horse galloped through the tall grass.

Dusk began to close in, casting long shadows across the landscape as they rode back to Santa Fe. The fading light painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a stark contrast to the deepening shadows that enveloped the land.

The bride remained silent most of the way, making a couple grunts and huffs when they'd hit rougher terrain. Billy was ever the more curious.

"So, what did he do?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" the bride lifted her head.

"Your fella? Your husband or whatever. What did he do for you to ditch 'im at the altar?" he craned his head as best he could, meeting her gaze, "Or did you just get cold feet and bolt?"

The bride scoffed and gave her head a simple shake, "Call me crazy, but I'm not exactly eager to marry a man I barely met a month ago," she replied.

"I think that's pretty justified," he nodded, "So you left 'im?"

"Yes sir," she confirmed.

"Where did you run from?" he asked.

"Rosario,"

Billy paused in disbelief, " -- you... you came all the way from Rosario?"

"You sound surprised," she simpered.

Billy shook his head, "I don't mean to offend, ma'am, but how in the hell did you wander all the way here from Rosario in that fuckin' dress?"

"Simple answer is I had a horse," she replied casually, "Until he got spooked and ran off. But I knew there was a town this way so I was just sort of... praying for refuge. And I'm not even a catholic woman,"

"Well, I'm happy to oblige you," he turned back to her again, "What's your name?"

"... Eleanor," she drawled, "And what about you?"

"William. But friends and family call me Billy,"

Eleanor smirked, "So what would you rather I call you?"

"Whatever you feel like, Miss Eleanor," he grinned back.

"You can drop the 'miss'. Don't feel like much of a lady right now," she sighed.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.

"Depends who you ask," she replied simply.

Billy shrugged, "Well, if you ask me -- I reckon you're a very beautiful lady, Eleanor"

Eleanor scoffed back, never the less her smile remained on her lips, "Thank you... Billy," He noticed the slight drawl in her tone, a thread of a southern accent that he found quite charming.

They soon trotted into town. Shops were just closing up for the day, camaraderie and chatter could be heard from within saloons and oil lamps were coming to life as dusk fell. A few stragglers turned and stared peculiarly at the pair, at Eleanor particularly. She knew she had to get changed, she stuck out like a sore thumb in that dress.

"My ma runs a boarding house here, you're more than welcome to stay if you like," Billy told her, "We'll get you fed, into some new clothes,"

Eleanor grinned sheepishly, "That's very kind of you, Billy, but I couldn't. I don't have money on me at the moment," she replied.

"Don't worry about the money right now, my ma will understand," and he turned to her, "We'll just get you back on your feet for the moment," he had such kind eyes, warm and soulful despite their crystalline shade of blue. He equally found her to be quite sweet in spite of her sharp tongue.

"Alright. I appreciate that," she nodded, "Sooner I can get out of this dress, the better I reckon,"

Billy smiled at her, "It's a might shame, it looks stunning on you,"

She stifled a chuckle, "Try not to cry too hard when you see me out of it,"

Billy brought Eleanor to the boarding house, where Kathleen welcomed her with open arms. Kathleen, ever the caretaker, was more than happy to assist the poor girl in her time of need. She offered Eleanor a blouse and a skirt to replace her tattered wedding dress, which was gently tucked away. Eleanor considered the dress; perhaps she could clean it up and sell it, a small act of independence in the midst of her turmoil.

"Have you got any money on you?" Kathleen asked.

Eleanor shook her head, "No ma'am, I'm very sorry," she replied.

Kathleen nodded, shooting a dubious look Billy's way. While she didn't mind helping, she was just making ends meet with her business and couldn't quite afford charity. Billy knew that. But she wasn't totally heartless, either.

"Can you clean?" she then asked.

"And cook," Eleanor volunteered.

Kathleen cracked a smile, "Well, I think we can have you work off your wages for a while,"

"I'd appreciate that very much," Eleanor smiled gratefully.

"Think nothing of it," Kathleen took her by the arm and started for the hall, "I'll show you where you'll be sleeping,"

Billy watched Eleanor vanish into the darkness with Kathleen, a smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. Her fleeting, grateful look lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of emotions. Yet, as he pondered her sudden departure, a nagging inkling tugged at him, whispering doubts about her intentions. Rosario was a half a day's journey at least, and Billy couldn't help but wonder about Eleanor's lack of provisions. How desperate was she to leave, and was her escape merely temporary? Or was there something more nefarious she was running from?

In the early afternoon sun of Santa Fe, the bustling streets came alive with activity, the air filled with the sounds of hooves clattering against the dusty ground and the chatter of locals going about their day. The rickety, wooden buildings that lined the streets cast long shadows, providing a welcome respite from the intense heat. The scent of woodwork and cooking wafted through the streets, mingling with the earthy aroma of the desert.

Billy stepped into the kitchen of the boarding house, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and cornmeal mush filling the air. His eyes immediately sought out Eleanor, who stood at the stove, a look of concentration on her face as she mixed her batter with practiced ease. She looked happy and calm, a far cry from the distressed bride he had found not twenty-four hours ago.

Relief washed over him at the sight of her. Despite his lingering mistrust, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. He approached her cautiously, keeping his guard up.

"Mornin'," he said, his voice soft but cautious.

She turned to him, a warm smile lighting up her face, "Good morning," she then glanced at the stove, "There's coffee made, if you'd like some,"

"Thank you," he went to fetch a cup off of the counter, "How did you sleep?"

"As well as expected, I suppose," she poured her batter into a pot, "Your mother's been awful kind to me, I hope to repay you all in kind soon,"

Billy studied her for a moment, searching for any hint of deception in her eyes. Finding none, he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You helping my ma is enough," he assured her, "It's hard to keep help around sometimes, so most days it's me and my brother helping out,"

Eleanor simpered, "I met Joe this morning, sweet kid. Your mother's very lucky to have you both," she said.

"Yeah," he leaned over the counter, the cup still clenched in his hand, "She's a good woman, I do everything I can to look after her,"

She cocked her head, "How old are you, Billy?"

"Seventeen,"

"Seventeen..." Eleanor echoed in awe, her voice soft with understanding, "And already you feel responsible for her, am I right?"

Billy was at first perplexed by her statement, but as he pondered her words, he began to recognize the weight of her insight.

"I suppose so," he replied with a shrug, his expression reflecting a mix of resignation and determination, "My... step-dad... hasn't been pulling in the money lately, so I do what I can to help. I don't want to let her down."

"I don't blame you," Eleanor nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "I wish my mother was like yours."

"What's your mother like?" Billy inquired.

Eleanor sighed deeply, her movements slow and deliberate as she stirred her cornmeal batter, "She was... there when she needed to be," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness, "Most times, though, she wasn't. She died about two years ago,"

Billy felt a pang of empathy. "I'm very sorry to hear that... My father died when I was twelve,"

Eleanor glanced at him, her eyes catching a glimpse of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior, "I'm so sorry. What happened to him?"

"He wasn't too well... up here," Billy tapped the side of his head lightly. "What about your mother?"

"Syphilis. Plain awful," Eleanor muttered bitterly. "How was your mother when he died?"

"She was heartsick, we all were. But she's strong, we pushed on because of her," Billy explained. "What about your father?"

"My father... wasn't the same. He never really recovered," she replied, her voice trailing off, "Suppose that's why he stuck me in that dress not a minute after I was eighteen," she added with a bitter laugh, though her eyes betrayed a mix of spite and sorrow.

Billy approached her slowly, "Well, must bring you some peace to get away. You don't have to go back to Rosario," he assured her.

Eleanor's bitter glare melted away, her soft smile slipping across her face again, "It does. And I appreciate all the help and kindness you've given me,"

Billy's gaze softened as he studied Eleanor, a flicker of something new and unexpected stirring within him. He had been wary of her, guarded against the possibility of deception. Yet, as he looked into her deep brown eyes, he saw only sincerity and a genuine desire to move forward.

"I'm glad to hear that, Eleanor. Truly," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. The smile that tugged at his lips was genuine, a reflection of the newfound respect and admiration he felt for her.

Eleanor was a bit rusty with the chores, but she was giving it her all. Billy didn't mind pitching in, whether it was collecting and folding bedsheets, chopping firewood, or even cleaning dishes alongside her.

Their time together was anything but dull. Billy learned a lot about Eleanor; her family was originally from France but came to America over seventy years ago. They lived in South Carolina for a while until the work dried up and they too decided to start over again in the West. It was tough trying to get more information about her family, how she grew up. Billy got the sense she didn't want to talk much about her childhood, so he eventually dropped it altogether.

Eleanor was equally curious about Billy—how he ended up in Santa Fe, his favorite foods, his card-playing skills. She mentioned her desire to learn poker, so Billy took it upon himself to teach her. With an old deck of cards, he patiently explained the game's ins and outs. Though Eleanor struggled with the rules at first, she improved with each hand, even if she did keep losing her peanuts to Billy.

Joe, despite his young age, joined in the card games, offering Eleanor pointers on improving her strategy. Whenever Billy scolded his brother, Joe would playfully stick out his tongue, which never failed to amuse Eleanor. She found herself growing fond of these boys, feeling comfortable and at ease in their company.

Their leisure time eventually gave way to preparing supper for the boarders. While their meal options were limited, Eleanor managed to whip up a simple yet tasty stew. Billy assisted, chopping vegetables carefully to avoid any mishaps. Despite his best efforts, he did slip once, cutting his finger. Eleanor immediately called for Joe to fetch bandages, insisting on wrapping Billy's wound to prevent any blood from getting into the stew.

"Ain't no way in hell you're getting any blood in my stew, Billy Antrim," Eleanor said, her sass bringing out her southern accent, which only added to her charm in Billy's eyes. He found himself increasingly drawn to her, finding her both amusing and captivating.

The day melted into evening, painting the sky in shades of indigo. Bright stars dotted the darkness, casting a serene backdrop for Billy and Eleanor. They sat on the roof outside his window, their conversation flowing effortlessly as if they were old friends. Eleanor felt a deep connection to Billy, as if she had known him forever. His gentle nature and warm charm were like a balm to her soul, familiar and comforting. She couldn't shake the feeling that she must've known him in another life.

"Up there's the Orion's Belt," Billy pointed to a cluster of stars above. Eleanor cocked a brow.

"That don't look like any belt to me," she simpered.

Billy chuckled back, "You can't look at it too critically. It's those three dots up there," he pointed again, "Orion was a great hunter who was eventually placed in the stars by Zeus after his death. And those three stars that make up his belt are called Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka,"

She looked to him, surprised yet intrigued at his knowledge of the cosmos, "How do you know all that?" she asked.

"An old man told me the stories, long ago," he shrugged back, "Stayed with me, I guess,"

Eleanor nodded, her gaze reluctantly leaving his captivating eyes to focus on the sky, "It's kind of romantic, isn't it? When we die, we become stars. Our stories live on forever," she mused.

"Yeah," Billy agreed, casting another glance her way, "It's pretty romantic."

She was sad when she realized the time, knew they both had to be up in the morning to do the day all over again. However, Eleanor couldn't find herself to be lethargic or annoyed. She was excited for what tomorrow would bring, a feeling she hadn't enjoyed in quite some time.

The next day was just like any other. Though this time Billy felt different; he had a little pep in his step. Sure, it wouldn't be noticeable if you didn't know him, or if you weren't paying attention. But Billy felt different, a good type of different. He could've chalked it down to the actual good night's sleep he got, the lack of commotion in the street this morning, or simply him noting how pretty Eleanor looked in the radiant morning sun while she was taking down the laundry.

Billy suddenly felt an arm fly around his shoulders, catching him off guard as he made his way to the saloon. It was his friend Carlos, his face lit up with mischief.

"Aye, Billy!" Carlos exclaimed, his voice merry, "You didn't tell me you were getting married! Felicidades!"

Billy chuckled, shaking his head as he removed Carlos' arm, "The hell are you going on about?" he asked, amused.

"The bride! Everyone's talking about her!" Carlos replied matter-of-factly, "Where did you pick her up?"

Billy sighed, rubbing his temples. "Out in the plains," he explained. "She wandered out from Rosario,"

Carlos stopped in his tracks, a look of bewilderment crossing his face, "You're kiddin'. That's half a day's trek!"

"That's what she told me, anyway," Billy said with a shrug, "I thought she was bait for a gang of rustlers or something, but she seems alright so far,"

"Right…" Carlos nodded slowly, falling back into step with Billy, "And how lucky for you, she's staying in your boarding house?"

Billy stifled a laugh. "Don't go around telling tall tales about me, now,"

"Me? Pfft, never," Carlos retorted, holding his head high.

As they continued down the street, the atmosphere of camaraderie began to fade as the sound of hooves thundered into town. The locals turned to see a group of men on horseback, dressed in infantry uniforms with shiny rifles slung across their backs. They were members of the U.S Army, and their arrival drew a curious and apprehensive gaze from the townspeople.

The town's sheriff stepped forward, hands plastered to his hips as he greeted the captain.

"Gentlemen, can I help you?" the sheriff asked.

"Why, yes you can," the captain drawled, dawning a thicker southern accent, "My boys and I have been riding since yesterday, we're looking for a young woman. She would have been wearing a wedding dress," he raised his hand to his knee, "'Bout five and a half feet tall, pretty brown eyes,"

"I see," the sheriff nodded, "This girl is your daughter?"

"My wife. Or... she was supposed to be," he chuckled bitterly, "Plain up and left me at the altar,"

Billy felt a lump in his throat, disbelief and disdain growing within him. This army captain was probably older then Henry Antrim. He sported a neatly trimmed mustache, reminiscent of those European settlers who often passed through, adding a touch of character to his otherwise disciplined appearance. His attire was completed with polished boots and a well-placed insignia on his cap, signifying his rank and authority.

There was no way, absolutely no way, that Eleanor was meant to marry this man. It was no wonder she had run away.

Carlos didn't need a second glance at Billy to understand his thoughts; he placed a calming hand on his shoulder. Billy stood with clenched fists, his rugged fingernails digging into his palms, his expression unwavering.

The sheriff adjusted his hat, scanning the crowd of locals, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Captain, but I think I would've noticed a woman in a wedding dress running around in my town," he stated.

Billy started to relax slightly. Perhaps the captain hadn't seen him ride in with Eleanor? Perhaps he hadn't heard the gossip from the townspeople?

But luck was not on Billy's side. An older man approached, wiping sweat from his greying whiskers. "Hold on, Sheriff! I saw the older Antrim kid ride in with a girl in white the other day!" he exclaimed. "All dolled up and everything. She was kinda dirty, though."

"Is that so, Angus?" the sheriff inquired.

"Plum right! Old Taylor saw her too!" Angus affirmed, pointing to another old man on a storefront stoop, who nodded in agreement.

The sheriff gave a thoughtful hum, glancing back at the captain, who maintained a stiff, expectant smile. Turning to face Billy and Carlos under another awning, the sheriff's gaze was piercing, "Where's this girl, Billy?" he asked.

Billy was speechless, struggling to find the right words. He may not have been the best judge of character, but he liked Eleanor. And there was something about this captain that didn't sit right with him, the significant age gap being just one concern.

As Billy tried to form a response, a cry rang out from behind them. "Hey! Thief!" another local shouted, rushing into the street with a pitchfork in hand, "Sheriff! Some girl up and took off with my horse!"

"Which way did she go?"

"Towards the lake!"

In that moment, Billy knew he had to seize the opportunity. He made a quick decision and darted off to retrieve his own horse.

The moment that she heard the thundering horses ride into town, Eleanor knew she had to get out and get out fast. She didn't want to, but she had no other option than take the first horse she saw. She cracked the reigns hard, keeping her head down and focus sharp as she rode away under the blazing sun. She wasn't going back to her settlement, and she certainly wasn't going to be married.

Little did she know she had Billy hot on her trail. It didn't take long for him to catch up to her, spotting her as just a speck in the distance. He pushed his horse as hard as he could, at the same time trying to put together some sort of plan. He didn't want to let the captain have Eleanor, but he also felt she couldn't leave. Not at least without an explanation.

Billy was gaining fast, but not fast enough. On his hip he had his gun holster. He didn't shoot it very often, more often he used it as an intimidation tactic for when the boys at the saloon got a little out of hand. And by no means did he want to shoot Eleanor either, but he needed her to stop, just for a minute. He drew his gun and took aim, popping a shot off of her right. The bullet sliced through the earth and dirt ricocheted across the galloping horse. It stopped and reared up, nearly throwing the frightened Eleanor off its back.

When the horse came down Eleanor turned around, frantic and furious to find Billy was the one who shot at her.

"What the fuck!? Are you fucking crazy!?" she hollered as he approached, "You could've killed me!"

"Why didn't you say something?" he asked, not even caring to acknowledge his stunt.

"And what was I supposed to say, Billy?" she scoffed.

"That the U.S fucking army was going to be coming after you!" he snapped.

"Because you wouldn't have helped me!" she shouted back, "And don't pretend like you would've. Nobody wants to get in the way of the infantry!"

Billy shook his head, "Well, it might've been nice to know! We could've taken off this morning!"

"To where? Where could we go, Billy?" Eleanor asked, "We're barely fucking adults, and your mother needs you!"

"We can figure something out," he said, "Maybe I can talk to the sheriff? Maybe he can get the captain to see reason!"

Eleanor scoffed, "You know what I did in Rosario, Billy? I ran my father's books. When my mother died, and he lost his mind, I ran the whole damn ranch. I kept everything in top condition from the pay to the fucking cow feed!" she snapped, "And how do I get rewarded? With my father selling my dowry to the captain for protection from the Apache! I'm not gonna' watch a whole army decimate a people for no good reason, and I'm certainly not some little woman who's gonna sit around and be a good little wife!" she explained frantically.

"But Eleanor --"

"That man came all the way up here looking for me, he's not gonna' leave until he gets me. And it's safer for everyone in town if I disappear as quickly as I can. I'm sorry if you can't understand!"

Billy huffed, as much as it annoyed him he knew she was right. Having gone with her would paint a large target on both of their backs, and Billy couldn't bare to cause his mother any heartbreak like that. At the same time, he was scared for Eleanor, God only knew what she would face if she went out into the frontier by herself.

"I understand, Eleanor. I do," he nodded, "I just wish I could help you,"

Eleanor pulled her horse up beside his, coming to sit next to him, "You have done so much to help me, already. I'm so grateful to you, and your family. And I will repay you some day," she promised, "Hell, take that ugly old dress to the tailor, you might get something for it,"

Billy gave her a once over glance. She was still in the blouse and skirt Kathleen gave her, a single canteen of water was tied to the saddle. She wouldn't make it out there for long on her own, not with what she had. Without a second thought he shed his linen coat and dug into his pockets for whatever money he had on him.

"Take this," he placed the coat over her shoulders, "And this," and he handed her the money.

"Oh my God, I can't. Billy --" she tried to give the money back.

"Just take it," he assured her, "I don't know when you'll find the next town, but that should get you some food at least,"

Her chest began to ache, he'd shown her more kindness in the last two days than any man had in her lifetime. And she had a feeling he was just too stubborn to let her go without the money and coat. She looked to him reluctantly.

"... Are you absolutely sure?"

"I'm positive," he nodded, "You gotta' go. They're gonna be coming out here looking for the both of us, soon enough,"

Eleanor nodded, slipping the coat on properly and placing the money in the pocket, "Thank you, Billy -- for everything,"

He put on a brave smile, "Think nothing of it, Eleanor,"

She swore his smile was something she'd keep imprinted in her brain, a shred of comfort and happiness on the days where she may not find such. Without a word, she reached up, gently cupped his face, and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was urgent yet tender, filled with gratitude and unspoken emotions. Billy was momentarily taken by surprise but responded instinctively, his hand cupping around her neck as he deepened the kiss, matching her intensity. He could feel the steady beat of her pulsing heart beneath his touch. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves their moment.

When they finally parted, Billy was momentarily taken aback by her actions. He held her gaze for a moment longer, silently conveying everything he couldn't put into words.

She took the reins again, and she gave him one last coy smile, "Try not to look so sad, Billy. I'll see you around," with that, she snapped the reigns and took off South.

Billy was conflicted, on the one hand he figured he could go after her. Go with her, see what kind of adventures they could find... maybe even kiss her again?

On the other hand he knew he couldn't never leave his mother and brother at the hands of Henry. So with a heavy heart, he waited until she was a speck in the distance before he started back for town.

As he approached, the infantry began to ride out. The captain approached him, his posture stiff and upright. "Well? Did you find her?" he asked.

Billy shook his head, masking his disdain, "She had too much of a head start," he replied.

"Dammit!" the captain cursed, scanning the horizon, "Well, which way did she go?"

Billy met his gaze, a steely resolve in his eyes, "North," he told him, "She was heading up North,"

"She's prolly' headin' to Colorado, Capt'n!" one the soldiers piped in.

The captain scoffed, "Well, that's where we're going. Let's move, boys!" and in a hurried stampede, they took off North. Billy let out a small sigh of relief, but the ache in his chest didn't cease. He could only pray to high heaven that Eleanor would be safe, and that maybe he'd see her again one day.