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Relationship: Enjolras & Grantaire Wordcount:Â 3,912 Chapters: 2/2
Theyâll later learn it was an act of sabotage. Since their maiden voyage, the Musain and her crew have managed to establish themselves as one of the most prolific rebel groups in the galaxy. Such a feat does not come without making enemies.
Thatâs later, though.
In the present, Enjolras tries to keep his calm as he watches Grantaire float further and further away from the hull of the shuttle, knowing that the longer he waits to act, the less chance Grantaire has of making it back alive.
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Or, a Les Amis in space AU wherein a scheduled maintenance check goes horribly wrong and Enjolras becomes Grantaire's only hope of a rescue. Written for @racetrackthehiggins as part of the Discorinthe Anniversary Exchange!
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For the Love of Love | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader | Part II
Part I | Series Masterlist
Summary: You immediately have doubts. As the morning goes on, they only get stronger. Good thing Bradley can be normal about this. Right?
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: fake dating, fake dating Bradley Bradshaw in particular, completely implied age gap
a/n: Thank all y'all for the response to the first part :) I was so nervous to post it, but everyone has been so kind and encouraging! Also, I've created a taglist for this series -- please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates! Ok, ok, let's get this show on the road (literally, we're on the way to Tahoe lol), enjoy x
It was 6:15 am. Streetlights washed your walls a bright, sterile white. You paced in front of your door. Next to it, your pink luggage set waited for you dutifully. Bradley was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago. He hadnât responded to any of your texts. Or your calls.
Were you dumb for thinking he really wanted to join you â and your entire family â in Tahoe? Was he drunker than he let on last night, or maybe he forgot entirely? You hoped not, youâd already bought him the seat next to you on the plane. You really didnât want to explain to your parents why they were paying for two plane seats when only you arrived at the cabin.
You checked your phone. 6:17. Soon, youâd have to drive by yourself. Maybe heâd catch you at the airport.
Just as you made for your keys, there was a sharp knock at your door. You undid the deadbolt and flung it open. Bradley stood in the sickly yellow light of the hallway, looking better than you wanted him to in just gray sweats and a black hoodie.
âGood morning!â He was surprisingly chirpy for how early it was.
âYouâre late. Why didnât you answer my texts?â
âWhat texts?â
âThe texts I sent you?â You grabbed all three pieces of your luggage and struggled through the door frame.
âMy phone died.â He was tapping his phone screen like he was just realizing that it wasnât turning on. He gave up, pocketed the phone, and lifted the two biggest suitcases out of your hands. âJesus, how long are we going to be gone? Itâs like you packed your whole closet.â
âThree days. But I have to be prepared.â You locked up your apartment and started down the stairs, your suitcase clanking down each step. Your neighbors were probably thrilled.
Bradley followed behind you, lifting your other suitcases as if they weighed nothing.
âSo youâre just going to travel with a dead phone?â You asked when you finally made it to the lobby.
He shrugged. âIs your phone charged?â
âOf course.â
âWorks good enough for me.â
He reached over your head to hold open the front door as you dragged your suitcase into the brisk early morning. His Bronco shone like adventure. You and Bradley loaded your luggage, and he opened the door for you to get into the passenger seat.
âCoffees?â You asked as he slid into the driverâs seat and started the car.
He glanced down at the twin iced coffees lined up in the cupholders between you. âI thought it'd help us get through the early morning. I didnât know what you liked though, so I just got you my drink.â
You stabbed a straw through the plastic lid of the coffee and took a sip. It was shockingly sweet. You coughed a little.
âYou like it?â Bradley smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. âIâve perfected my order. Caramel and white mocha and cinnamon sprinkle on top.â
You take another sip. Without the sweetness taking you by surprise, it was much better. âItâs good. I would have pegged you for a hot black coffee guy, though.â
âIâm full of surprises.â He merged on the freeway.
The sound of the road passing under the Bronco filled the silence of the car.
âSoâŚâ Bradley tapped his thumb against the Broncoâs wheel, the echoes of some song you didnât know. âWhatâs your family like?â
You watched lights flick on in the windows of the buildings you passed. People getting ready for their typical days. You pressed down a shock of panic. This was absurd. But Bradley seemed committed, and if it was going to work, you had to set him up for success. That meant warning him about your family.
âWell, my Grandma Sybil and Grandpa Thomas have been married for sixty years. Obviously.â Nervous laughter bubbled from your lips before you could stop it. âTheyâre Grandma and Grandpa. I grew up going to their house and stuffing myself on her cookies and falling asleep on his lap. But Grandma Sybil can be⌠stern.â
He stopped tapping his thumb to snag his coffee and take a sip. âLike, how so?â
âSheâs just a little rough around the edges. She had a tough life before meeting my grandfather, and though she softened to him, I donât think she softened much to the rest of the world. Just, donât take it personally if she doesnât warm up to you right away. Or at all.â
âNoted.â You heard him swallow.
You picked at a seam in your pants. âAnd their oldest daughter is my Aunt Marnie. Sheâs married to Uncle Jim. They run a crystal shop just outside of Vegas. They might try to push moonstone or onyx on you. Just smile and accept it.â
âOk. Marnie and Jim. Crystals.â He committed the names to memory.
âTheir daughter Sabrine just got married.â
âYou went to the wedding, I remember.â
You flushed, grateful that the sun hadnât quite risen yet and the hotness of your cheeks dissipated in the darkened car. He had remembered. You didnât think any detail of your life was important enough for him to care to remember â and it really was just one week that you were gone â but maybe your life had bled into the Daggersâ more than you thought.
As the airport came into view, you told him about Sabrine and how she would bring her new husband Matt. She was already seven months pregnant. Grandma Sybil was less than pleased, but Grandpa Thomas either didnât care or hadn't worked out the math.
âAnd what do your aunt and uncle think?â Bradley asked.
âI think theyâre just happy that sheâs happy. They sound excited to be grandparents. But Auntie Marnie did complain that the wedding was tacky.â
Bradley snorted. âWas it?â
âIt was sweet,â you said. âIt was in his momâs backyard. The colors were red and black, but it was sweet.â
An airplane roared overhead, glinting in the sun that was just sharpening over the horizon.
Bradley pulled into the airportâs parking garage. He had only packed himself a duffle bag, so he was able to carry all of your luggage plus his own. In exchange, you carried both coffees and locked the Bronco. You slipped Bradleyâs keys into his pocket as he instructed, your fingers warming where they grazed the fabric of his sweats.
The airport was fizzing with the whispers of early morning travelers. You rubbed your eyes as you stepped under the fluorescent lights, taking stock of just how many others were yawning and lining up at the baggage counter under those same lights. Why was the airport so busy before 7am?
As if he could read your mind (or maybe he just saw you tense up at the sight of so many people), Bradley said, âItâs ok. We still have time.â
His reassurance drove you to action. You traded his coffee for your bags and shuffled into line for the check in counter. From the standstill line, you watched Bradley as he wandered around the walkway, taking sips of his coffee, staring up at the ceiling, and generally being a 6â1â hazard to the travelers rushing to get to the TSA line. You rolled your suitcases across the green gray carpets the check in counter line eked forward, nearly running into the old man in front of you as you kept your gaze on Bradley. Why was even his boredom endearing?
Just before you got to the front of the line, he stopped and stared up at the ceiling, causing a woman who was looking at her phone to crash into him. You giggled as you watched him apologize, and saw, in real time, as the woman went from indignant to flustered as she realized how hot he was. She tried to strike up a conversation, but he caught your gaze from across the room. Her eyes followed his, and when it hit you, she was quick to disappear into the airport crowd.
Your face grew hot. You mouthed sorry to him as the woman at the counter was calling you forward. You were a little sorry; she was very pretty. But some part of you delighted in being perceived as his girlfriend, even if it was easier to convince a stranger than your family.
âMaâam, next guest.â The stern voice of the woman at the counter shook you from your thoughts.
Once your bags were checked, you caught up with Bradley. The two of you rounded the corner only to stop short when you saw the enormous security line.
âYouâve got to be kidding,â you groaned.
âWeâll be fine. Itâs only 7:15.â Bradley nudged your shoulder with his. âPlus, it gives us time to get our story straight.â
âOur story?â You asked as you both stepped into line.
âYeah. Like, how did we meet?â
You didnât skip a beat. âNat introduced us.â
âThat was quick.â He raised his eyebrows.
âWell, letâs try to stick with reality as much as possible. And my family loves Nat, her stamp of approval will go down great.â You really hoped no one could hear you two. But the steady murmur of overlapping early-morning conversation seemed to drown out your weird topic of conversation.
âWell, how long have we been dating?â
That you had to think about. âWell, it canât be too short, otherwise it would be weird that Iâm bringing you.â
âItâs already weird.â He laughed.
âThey donât need to know that,â you said. âHow long do you think we could pass for? 2 months? 6?â
âArenât they going to ask why youâve never talked about me or brought me around?â
âGood point. Weâll say 4, and Iâll just tell them I wanted to be sure before I told them about you.â
âYou think we could convince them weâve been dating for four months?â
You shrugged, but your stomach somersaulted. âWe can try.â
âLike this?â He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers between yours.
Your hand tensed. Your stomach did a whole gymnastics routine. You were holding hands with Bradley Bradshaw in the airport. You looked around, sure that any TSA agent in your vicinity could sense your anxiety and pull you for secondary screening.
âRelax.â He patted your hand with his free one. âWeâre not going to get far like this.â
You forced your fingers to meld with his. The iced coffee and your nerves were a terrible mix for your empty stomach.
âBetter.â He kept hold of your hand as you shuffled up the line. Then he grinned.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
âYou know those couples in lines at amusement parks?â A lopsided smile brightened his face. âWhen theyâre waiting in line?â
âThe ones that are really into PDA?â
âExactly.â He dropped your hand, slid up behind you, and wrapped his arms across your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. âAll we need to do is follow their lead.â
You did everything in your power to stay upright and keep your breathing steady with his chin pressing into your skin. He kept hold of you as the line moved up. You clenched your hands, your nails digging crescents into your palms. There was no way he couldnât hear your racing heart and your ragged breathing.
âAnd thereâs this move.â
As the line slouched to a stop, he spun you around, still keeping hold of your waist, but now you were face to face. You looked up at him, tried to form a sentence, but found yourself completely dumb. He leaned his forehead against yours. Surely he could feel the warmth of your face, see the confused longing in your eyes. He smiled at you for just a second before he broke away from you and threw his head back laughing, drawing glares from your fellow sleep-deprived travelers.
You were practically mute through the rest of security. Bradley seemed to have fun grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulders, and messing with your hair. You wondered if he knew the effect he was having on you or if he was earnestly trying to practice for your family. Maybe he was just trying to rile you up.Â
âYou were great.â He patted the top of your head, causing your heart to shrivel a bit. âWeâll have them all wrapped around our fingers.â
You cleared your throat and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Once you were through security, you broke up to scrounge some breakfast. Well, thatâs what you let Bradley think anyway. You tried to beat down the butterflies in your stomach as you wove between slow-walking travelers toting huge suitcases and knots of families with waddling toddlers, straight to the bathroom.
The stall offered you just enough privacy to freak out. You felt your face, your waist, flexed your hands right in front of your eyes. It took you months to not freak out about the platonic arm draped around your shoulders, his quick hugs goodbye at the Hard Deck. How on Earth were you going to be normal about this?
He complimented you on a job well done, but in truth, he did all the work. You didnât reach out for him once in the security line. Would your family even believe you liked him? After that performance, the idea that they could possibly think that you were in love seemed laughable.
The weekend stretched long ahead of you. You were beginning to realize how stupid it was for you to begin such a ruse that youâd have to keep up for three days. You wondered if Bradley would react poorly to being sent home after already getting through security.
You hurriedly texted Nat â who knew very well how you felt about her coworker, almost to the point where she might have purposefully orchestrated your trip. It was a bit of a text wall, detailing the TSA line and your dread about the weekend. If she wasnât already working, she would probably be asleep for three more hours, so you pocketed your phone after hitting send.
The sound of a flushing toilet reminded you that, yes, you were having a small crisis in a public bathroom. That thought was so sad that you took a deep breath, set your shoulders, and walked out of the stall to face the world.
From a little store, you picked up a berry parfait for breakfast and a bottled orange juice, since the TSA confiscated your half-empty iced coffee.
You found Gate 4. People were falling asleep upright in the airport seats, blankets and pillows abound. It smelled like the Jack in the Box across the way. You found two empty seats by the window and kicked up your feet to reserve one for Bradley.
He found you ten minutes later, carrying a bag stuffed with two bagels â one sausage and egg breakfast sandwich and one cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese, he explained. You nodded as you dropped your feet and scraped the rest of your yogurt out of your cup.
âSo your cousin Sabrine is pregnant and your grandma isnât happy,â he said around a big bite of bagel, egg, and sausage. âWhat else?â
âWell, my grandparentsâ youngest child is Auntie Elaine. She lives in Alaska with her husband. They breed sled dogs.â
Bradley paused right before another bite. âReally?â
âYeah, itâs pretty cool. Some of their dogs run the Iditarod, and I think one was part of the winning team a few years back. They have twins a little older than me. Nora and her wife Madison, theyâre⌠really cool. Last I heard, they were climbing K2. And thereâs Noraâs twin brother Owen. He has a girlfriend named Addison, which I think is funny. Madison and Addison. The twins donât think itâs as funny as I do.â
Bradley laughed. The bagel sandwich was gone, and he traded the leftover wad of greasy wrapping paper for the cinnamon raisin bagel. âAnd whatâs the deal with Owen and Addison?â
âTheyâre pretty chill.â You thought about it for a minute. âOwen used to punch drywall, but heâs calmed down.â
Bradley stared at you, waiting for you to laugh.
The gate agent called you to board before you could explain. Though you didnât think any explanation would be helpful.
The plane ride was nice and short. You slept through most of the hour and a half. You were mortified to wake up on Bradleyâs shoulder as the plane jolted in the harsh turbulence that shrouded the Reno airport.Â
You sat bolt upright, fully awake. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât be.â He patted your thigh assuredly. âItâs good practice.â
You didnât have time to freak out at his touch because the plane rocked again. Youâd experienced this turbulence countless times, something about the mountains and the desert air made the plane bounce around like a toy in the hands of an overexcited toddler. Still, as the plane jerked down, it planted a pit in your stomach that made your hands clammy.
When the plane dipped again, you clutched the armrest. You didnât want to look at Bradley, who probably thought your overreaction was silly. Heâd experienced g-forces upwards of 8Gs countless times. It was bad enough flying next to Nat, who you knew would never judge you, but next to Bradley, you felt like a little kid scared of the dark.
âHey,â he gingerly pried your hand off the armrest and held it with a softness you didnât expect from him, âlook at me.â
You tore your eyes away from the flight tracker on the display in front of you, worried youâd see judgment in his dark eyes. But his expression was everything soft.
He smiled when you met his gaze. âWeâre going to be fine. Trust me, Iâve flown a plane or two.â
You laughed despite the plane suddenly banking upward.
He squeezed your hand as the plane leveled. âSo hereâs the deal: you keep looking at me. You can only panic if I start panicking. Deal?â
You nodded. âDeal.â
He held your hand and your eyes until the plane kissed the blessed tarmac. By then, the pit in your stomach had been flooded with a mushy feeling you simply did not have time to drain because the seatbelt sign dinged off, and you had a rental car to secure.
Getting out of the airport went as smoothly as possible. Within 20 minutes of deboarding, you and all your luggage was crammed into a rental Prius. Bradleyâs nose crinkled when he first saw it, but he folded himself into the passenger seat without complaint.
You fiddled with the radio until you got it to play a throwback â70s station, then peeled out of the airport. Soon, the dusty city of Reno and its casinos were in the rearview, and the Sierra Nevadas loomed large on the horizon. When the road lifted off the desert floor and began winding through the foothills, childhood excitement drummed through your veins. As the car screamed along the highway, desert scrub blurred into pine trees that jutted straight up toward the endless blue sky. Patches of snow bloomed in their shade.
âWow,â Bradley said as the trees grew thicker like a tightly stitched blanket over the mountains. Snow carpeted the ground. Little cabins shone through the forest and snow like jewels.
âWait until we get around this mountain.â You couldnât keep the smile off your face. You carefully made a sharp turn, the mountainside steep and unwelcoming. But as the car straightened out, the trees yawned apart, and you caught Bradley gawking at the lake out of the corner of your eye.
Nestled between snow-draped mountains, it shone like a sapphire in the late morning sun.
Youâd spent several summers splashing in its frigid waters with your cousins until your skin was so covered in goosebumps that Grandma Sybil threatened to pluck you for Christmas dinner. The same lake was the backdrop to hundreds upon hundreds of ski runs and one trip down the mountain with ski patrol. Your arm still ached to think about that late February day, even all these years later.
âItâs beautiful,â Bradley said, and you agreed wholeheartedly.
Your phoneâs navigation system stated that there was only 20 minutes until you reached your grandparentâs cabin. You sucked in a breath between your teeth and cracked a window, hoping the cold, piny air would help settle your stomach. It didnât. But you still had to finish giving Bradley the family rundown.
âMy parents are Sean and Catherine,â you said. âMy dad might try to intimidate you, but donât worry, heâs a softie.â
âOk.â
You couldnât be sure he was paying attention, as his face was all but pressed against the window, soaking in the spectacular views. Even if you wanted to be mad, you really couldnât blame him.
You stepped on the breaks as the road started dipping down a little. âMy mom will be the most problematic. I swear sometimes she can read my mind. Whatever we do, itâll be hard to convince her.â
âWeâre going to be there in 18 minutes. Next time, a little more heads up please?â
âSorry, sorry.â Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. âJust tell her that you take me to Vino in La Jolla and buy me flowers.â
âIs that what your ideal man would do?â
Would it be so bad if you just drove off the road? The steep mountainside looked more inviting by the second.
âShut up.â You froze your gaze to the winding road. âI have a brother, his name is Tommy.â
âI know,â he said. âI think Iâve met him once â when he was in San Diego for spring break?â
âOh, yeah, I forgot,â you said. âWell, he and his girlfriend Georgia are high school sweethearts. Theyâre the perfect couple, and it makes me sick.â
Bradley chuckled. âNoted.â
âSo first goal: be believable.â
He laid his hand on your thigh. âDone.â
âGood.â His hand was burning hot. The car swerved ever so slightly as you lost focus on the road for a moment. âSecond goal: be a better couple than Tommy and Georgia.â
âLetâs not try to overshoot this. Weâve only been dating for 4 months.â
You laughed in spite of yourself. When you eventually found your real partner, and everyone gathered in Tahoe again for Tommy and Georgiaâs wedding, or a wintery ski trip, or whatever comes next for your family, youâll come clean. Youâll cling to your partner and tell everyone all about your good friend Bradley Bradshaw and how the two of you never really dated. Your grandparentsâ anniversary will be a hazy memory, but everyone will remember the tall, good-looking naval aviator and his (totally out of season) Hawaiian shirts and giant mustache. There would be shock, but eventually it would be an inside joke for years to come. You just had to get through this weekend.
Too soon, you were pulling into the cabinâs long, steep driveway. The cabin itself jutted off of the mountainside, its tapered roof giving it a harsh look, though you swore when you were little it just made it look cozy and inviting. Its windows were like glassy eyes following the Prius.
You put the car in park and turned to Bradley.
âReady?â You asked.
âReady, babe.â
Before you could fully register the fact that he called you babe, the cabinâs front door slammed open, and your family bursted out to greet you and the mysterious man youâd arrived with.
The knot in your stomach tightened like a noose.
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Biggest Fan: Part Three
Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader
Summary: The one in which a fan gets rear ended in a car accident by none other than Christopher Sturniolo during her stay in Los Angeles.
A/N: This is my first series I will be publishing on here! There will most likely be 3 or 4 parts. I hope you like it and Iâm really excited to share with you all. :)
Content Warnings: smut, oral receiving/giving, fingering, raw penetration, swearing, throat fucking, bondage (if you are not comfortable with that please donât read), mentions of a head injuries, mentions of a car accident
word count: 4,423
side note: sorry for the long wait!! it was a crazy day lol but here it is <3
inspired by this song:
You ended up needing three stitches.
Apparently, you had underestimated the cut on your forehead and if it wasnât for Isabel, you wouldâve just left it with the bandage Chris had put on for you. After you left the triplets house, she insisted that you go to an urgent care and get it checked out. You explained the details of the whole night to her, starting from when you left your hotel room to get Wendyâs up until the moment Matt knocked on Chrisâ door.
âHoly shit. Our first night in L.A. and you manage to get in a car accident with Chris Sturniolo which ends up in him eating you out? What kind of black magic have you been doing?â Isabel jokes as you look out the car window, avoiding eye contact with her. You were on the way back to your hotel after leaving the urgent care. You groan, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. âLetâs never talk about this again, please.â You reply.
At the same time, your phone rings, Chrisâ name flashing across the screen. Your heart immediately jumps, and you look at Isabel in fear, showing her the name.
âOh my god. Answer it!â She says, her eyes wide, glancing at you and to the road, trying to focus on driving.
âFuck no! I cannot talk to him right now⌠How did he even get my number?â You wonder aloud. The call goes to voicemail and almost immediately after, you receive 2 text messages from him.
Hey. I got your number from Matt. Just wanted to make sure youâre good.
He called the tow place so they could get your tire fixed and take it to your hotel. Lmk when they drop it off.
You read the messages but donât reply, putting your phone back down and leaning back in your seat. Exhaustion was beginning to set in. You hadnât slept in almost 24 hours. âWhy didnât you answer?â Isabel asks.
âItâs not that I donât want to talk to him⌠I just feel utterly mortified from what happened. It was an amazing night, donât get me wrong. Heâs cool as fuck. I guess Iâm just being insecure, but I feel embarrassed about it. Itâs not like me to do one-night stands. What if he just regrets it?â You tell her, really starting to question everything that happened last night.
 âY/N. Stop. You seriously need to get out of your head and give yourself some credit. Heâs obviously interested in you if heâs calling and texting you. Youâre hot okay. Any guy would want you.â She says, making you smile.
âBesides, we came to L.A. for a reason, right? To let loose and have fun. This is best case scenario Y/N, might as well make the most of it.â She adds, turning into the hotel parking lot.
Isabel was one your best friends, one of the reasons being she always gave the best advice and knew what you needed to hear while not sugar coating anything. You had always appreciated her for that. She parks and you both unbuckle your seatbelts, grabbing your things and getting out of the car. âYou know what, youâre right. I need to stop overthinking things so much.â You say as you walk into the hotel lobby, getting into the elevator. She smiles at you and gives you a hug. âExactly.â She replies. You both head to your rooms and once you hit the bed, you knock out, unable to keep your eyes open for one more second.
When you finally wake up, itâs 6 p.m., the sun starting to set outside. You had slept the whole day. You yawn and stretch, getting out of your bed and heading to the shower so you could wake up.
You still have Chrisâ clothes on and can smell the scent of his cologne lingering as you take them off. You remember that your wet clothes are still in a pile on his bathroom floor, silently cursing to yourself for forgetting them there. Now you had a reason to see him again.
You decide to go wash his clothes at the hotel laundry mat once you finish in the shower. You still havenât called or texted him back, a feeling of guilt washing over you. You know that you should, but you just canât bring yourself to do it yet. What were you so afraid of?
You were afraid of how good it felt being with him. The connection you felt scared you and you hadnât even gone all the way with him. But you couldnât get him out of your head. Last night played over and over in your head like a broken record.
The way he made you laugh. The lustful look in his eyes. The feeling of his hands gripping your waist. The way his lips felt on your neck. The feeling of his hair tickling the insides of your thighs as he licked and sucked and fingered you until you were whimpering his name. The way his voice soundedâŚ
âAnything to get you in bed next to me, princess.â
âYou look so pretty like this.â
âCum for me sweetheart.â
His words played repeatedly in your head as you lay in your bed, a movie playing on the tv, but you couldnât pay attention. All you could think about was him. You burned a hole into your phone as you stared at it.
Stop being a pussy. Just call him. You think, picking up your phone and dialing his number.
Your heart races as it rings, and you almost change your mind and hang up at the last minute when he finally picks up. âY/N?â He says. âHey.â You respond, the cheesiest grin appearing on your face the minute you hear him say your name.
âI was starting to think you ghosted me.â
âWell, I actually was until I remembered you still have my clothes and I have yours.â
âFunny joke. I washed your clothes earlier, you can come get them anytime. Unless you want me to bring them to you?â
âUh⌠Iâll let you know. Me and my friends planned a hiking trip for tomorrow.â
ââŚ. Okay. No worries. Hey, did you get your car back?â
âYes, I did. Thank you so much for that, and please tell Nick and Matt thank you for me as well.â
âOf course. Howâs the cut?â
âI actually ended up going to urgent care and getting three stitches. But they were pretty small, it was no big deal.â
âDamn. Iâm sorry, Y/N. I knew we shouldâve called the ambulance.â
âChris, itâs okay, I promise. Howâs the Kia? I was too in shock to even ask last night.â
âOh, donât worry about it. The bumper is a little messed up and one of the lights broke but I think your car ended up taking most of the damage⌠Sorry again.â
âWell at least itâs not worse. You do owe me a frosty though.â
âHm, I would argue a McFlurry makes up for it way better.â
You and Chris end up talking and laughing almost the whole night about anything and everything. Everything except the things that occurred in his bed. Youâre too hesitant to bring it up and he seems to take the hint, not mentioning it either.
The next day, you and your friends take a trip up to Big Bear, hiking for most of the day. You enjoy the views and spending time with them. You still canât help but realize that youâre not a hundred percent in the moment, counting the minutes until you could get back to the city and talk to Chris again.
Chrisâ mind hadnât stopped racing since the morning you left his house. His heart ached as he watched your friend drive off with you in the passenger seat, feeling like a love drunk fool.
He immediately asked Matt for your number from when you had exchanged information after the accident, a knowing look in his eye when he gave it to him. âGonna ask her on a date or what?â Matt teased him, which he ignored completely.
âDonât pretend like I didnât hear some interesting noises coming from your room last night!â He shouts as Chris runs downstairs to be alone in his room.
His heart sank when you didnât answer his call and he chalked it up to the fact that you were probably just tired and needed sleep. Which he desperately needed as well but he couldnât help and wait for you to text or call him back as he made himself busy, cleaning up his room and washing your clothes when he found them still lying on his bathroom floor.
After a couple hours passed though, he lost hope of getting your phone call and finally laid down, deciding he should get some rest. He tossed and turned for a while though, unable to get the memory of last night out of his head.
The look in your eyes when you told him to touch you. The way your lips felt on his, your hands in his hair. The sweet sounds you made as he tasted you. The way you clenched around his fingers as he made you orgasm, the way his name sounded as you screamed it.
Fuck. He was down bad and he knew it.
There was an infectious energy between you two and he craved more of it. He finally fell asleep thinking of you and when he woke up, the sun was setting.
Matt and Nick forced him to come out of his room and eat something. He talked with them for a while, avoiding mentioning you. He took a shower and was about to turn on a TV show to try and get his mind off you when you called. He couldnât help the goofy smile that plastered his face as he answered, grateful to hear your voice again.
Hours later that night, when you and him had finally hung up, he already knew. It had only been a day, but he just knew he wanted more time with you, to take care of you in all the ways you deserved. When you told him you would be on a hiking trip the next day and wouldnât have service to text him, he couldnât ignore the way it made his heart sink.
He was falling for you, head over heels.
As soon as you got back to your hotel, you were exhausted and your feet ached. You took a shower and lay down, sending Chris a quick text message.
Hey :) Just got home, I think my feet might fall off lol. It was great though, Iâll send you pictures in the morning. Sorry I canât talk tonight but call me when you wake up!
The next few days passed incredibly fast. Chris had to go to Boston unfortunately, but he told you he would be back the day before you left to go back home.
You and your friends spent time at the beach, walked the Hollywood Walk of Fame, danced at the club, and did all the things you had came to do. It truly was the best vacation you had been on.
You and Chris texted nonstop and stayed up talking on the phone when you could. He was one of the sweetest people you had met, and the more you got to know him, the more you wanted nothing but to spend every second with him. How could your feelings grow so strong in such a short time?
The night Chris came back home, you were in your hotel room, most of your belongings packed and ready to go. You were in your nicest set of silk pajamas, brushing your hair for the hundredth time as you waited for him to arrive.
You both agreed that he would come over with the clothes you left at his house, and you could give him his. But you both knew it was more than that. There was unfinished business, and as eager as you were to finish it, you were still a bit nervous.
Chris arrived a few minutes earlier then he said he would, a soft knock sounding at your door that summoned those damn butterflies again.
You took a deep breath, opening the door to reveal him there, cheeky smile as always, both of his arms resting on the door frame above him. He was wearing jeans and one of his fresh love t-shirts. Does this man ever not look good?
âFancy seeing you here.â He says as you step aside, allowing him to walk in. You laugh, going over to grab his clothes for him.
He sets a bag with yours in it on the table in your room. As you go to hand the clothes to him, he doesnât take them right away.
You hold it out awkwardly, an expectant look on your face as he raises his eyebrows at you. âAre you not gonna take them?â You ask, lowering your arms down.
âIs that it then?â He responds, giving you a look that has your heart starting to beat faster. âWhat do you mean?â You say, dragging it out longer. You couldnât just jump his bones the minute he walked in, could you?
âDonât play stupid with me, Y/N.â He speaks lowly, making your heart feel like itâs doing flips inside your chest. He pushes the clothes in your arms down to the floor and moves closer to you, now inches from your face.
âDo you know how crazy you drive me? I havenât stopped thinking about you since you left.â He says quietly. You feel his breath across your lips as he moves even closer, smirking at the obvious effect he has on you, as a deep blush fans across your face. He places his hands on either side of your face, his thumbs stroking softly. âYou have no idea of all the things I wanna do to youâŚâ he breaths, his lips brushing yours. âThen show me.â You whisper.
He wastes no time placing his lips on yours as you kiss him back, your mouth opening to allow his tongue to tangle with yours as your arms go up to wrap around his neck. He moves his hands down to your hips as they slip under your thin shirt, the feeling of his hands on your bare skin giving you tingles down your spine. He slips his hands to your ass, squeezing tightly, making you moan in his mouth. âJump.â He instructs and as you do, he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
He walks towards your bed, your lips still joined in a sloppy kiss, setting you down on it and hovering on top of you. You canât control the moans that slip from your mouth as he leaves spongy, wet kisses down your neck and chest, removing your shirt and his in the process, and you allow your body to respond to his commands, and to his satisfaction he discovers you donât have a bra on so he can leave more love bites on your breasts.
He takes his time sucking on them and rolling his tongue slowly over each of your nipples. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling how hard he is, and you canât help but buck your hips up into his, causing him to moan out, his mouth travelling back up to your neck which seems to be his favorite spot to kiss you.
He notices the hickeys he left on you the first night you spent together and smirks at you as he pulls his head up, whispering in your ear. âDo you like seeing my marks on you? Does it make you wet knowing that youâre all mine baby?â Fuck. This man will be the death of you.
âYes, Chris.â You breath out, again bucking your hips up onto his rock hard dick currently straining through his jeans. He hums in satisfaction, grabbing your wrists in one hand and holding them above your head. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm not gonna last.â He warns, his fucked-out expression as he looks at you, making your already wet center soaking.
Of course, this makes you grind on him again, the feeling of it too good to stop. He grips your wrists tighter in his hand, undoing his belt and taking it off his jeans. He then wraps it around your wrists, belting them together tight enough to where you canât move them but not too tight to where itâs uncomfortable for you.
âIs this okay?â he asks, pausing to look into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. âYes.â You respond, your heart racing and pussy throbbing so much it almost hurts. âPromise? Just tell me to stop if you need me to.â He says, sliding your silk shorts down your legs, discarding them on the floor.
âYes, I promise.â You say back, anticipating his next move. He bites his lips, his eyes taking in your naked body, your lace panties the only thing left. âSo beautiful, princess. Just for me.â he whispers as if heâs saying it to himself, but you hear him and you think you just might pass out from how sweet it sounds.
He pulls you slightly down the bed, your hips on the edge as he leans down, knees hitting the floor, his head now level between your legs.
His blue eyes burn into yours as he wraps your thighs around his face and wastes no time pulling your panties aside to let his tongue slick through your wet folds, up and down, side to side on your clit and then back down to tease your entrance. You cry out loudly, throwing your head back and squeeze your thighs around his head relentlessly which only makes him hold you in place even tighter, ensuring youâll have more bruises in the morning.
The position he has you in and the constriction of his belt around your wrists is enough to send you over the edge. The feeling is indescribable, and your whole body is ablaze with euphoria.
It doesnât take long until you feel yourself close to an orgasm as he moans dirty words against you. âFuck baby, I missed you. I touched myself so many times remembering how good you taste.â His voice sends deep vibrations through you. âAre you gonna cum for me princess? I want you to cum all over my tongue.â
He then grabs your hips, guiding them to thrust against his face as you ride his tongue. âOh my God, yes Chris!â You scream, letting him use your body to get off on him. Â You cum hard, your body shaking as you continue to moan his name. He helps you ride it out, his hands gently rubbing your legs and thighs and he gets up to take the belt off, rubbing your wrists as well.
He kisses you softly as you catch your breath. You feel fueled by lust, the need to make him moan your name strong when you look him in the eyes, an idea popping into your head. âI want you fuck my throat.â You say, the surprise in his face makes you laugh but youâre serious as you sit up to unbutton his jeans and pull them down his legs.
âYeah?â He responds, a playful fire in his eyes. âMhm.â You hum, biting your lip and the innocent look in your eyes almost makes him lose it then and there. He stands up at the edge of the bed and you turn your body the opposite way, laying down flat so now your head hangs off the edge. Â
âTap my thigh if you need me to stop, okay?â He says, his breathing heavy as he pulls his dick out of his boxers and from the view you currently have, it looks huge, veins running along his shaft and precum oozing out of the tip. He brings it to your mouth, and you open to wrap your lips around it, your tongue swirling around him teasingly. âFuckâŚâ He whimpers lowly, trying to contain himself as he slides it further slowly, your saliva coating him.
 Your cheeks hollow around him and he pauses halfway, letting you adjust to him. He waits a few seconds before going deeper, brushing the back of your throat, making you slightly gag. He moans loudly at the feeling, which makes you hum around him. You are enjoying every minute of this.
He starts to slowly thrust himself down your throat, careful to pause every now and then when he feels you gag. But you quickly get used to it and reach up to grab his hand, motioning for him to continue. He picks up the pace, loud moans now leaving his mouth which only makes you wetter. âFuuuuckk⌠Y/N. Feels so good.â He breathes out. He wants to cum down your throat so badly but at this point he needs to feel himself inside you more than heâs ever needed anything.
He pulls out and helps you back into an upright position on the bed, laying you down against the pillows. âPlease tell me youâre on the pill.â He says, pulling your panties off and discarding them somewhere along with the pile of clothes forming on the floor. âYes.â You respond, grateful you were because you wanted nothing more than to feel his bare skin against yours.
He takes your legs, spreading you open for him again and rubs his cock against your entrance teasingly. âPlease, Chris. I need you.â You whimper, gripping his arms and wrapping your legs around his lower back. âNo need to beg, sweetheart. You got me.â He responds as he pushes himself inside you.
You both moan in ecstasy at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as he continues to sink himself all the way into you. âGod, ChrisâŚâ You say, a slight burning as you adjust to his size.
He groans loudy, thrusting into you slowly, the sight of your blissful expression and the way your tits bounce with each movement almost sending him over the edge. You meet his hips with yours each time, uncontrollable moans pouring out of you. âI love making you sound like this baby. Tell me only I can make you feel this good, Y/N.â He says, his breath shaky but his grip on your legs strong.
âYes, Chris. Only you can do this to me. Feels so- ah- so gooood.â You respond, at this point ready to do anything he says. The feeling of him inside you is like no other. He moves harder and faster, hitting your g spot with each thrust.
You clench around him and he feels your wetness drip down his cock. The pleasure you give him is unmatched but the way he feels being close to you like this, your bodies becoming one has him in a state of bliss. He knows youâre close and wraps you tighter around him, his face falling to yours, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other hand pressing down slightly on your abdomen.
You cry out at the sensation, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging his hair.
âCan you cum again for me baby? Please⌠I wanna fill you up while you scream my name.â He says, his hips slamming into you, pounding you over and over again. âPlease baby. Please cum for me.â The needy sound in his voice and the pace of his thrusting brings you to your second orgasm, clenching around his cock and releasing all over him.
Your whimpers are swallowed by him as he kisses you, his orgasm shortly coming after yours, spilling himself inside you. You both gasp for air, completely spent, and he stays there for a few minutes, holding you as you both catch your breath.
Once you both have settled down, he grabs a damp towel and cleans you up. You lay together, Chris rubbing circles on your back as you hold him. âGoodnight, princess.â He whispers and you both drift off to a peaceful sleep.
The next morning you and Chris spend exploring each otherâs bodies in every possible way in the time you have left before you have to check out of the hotel.
Under the sheets, he covers every inch of your body in kisses. In the shower, he fucks you up against the glass, pulling your wet hair from behind you. On the couch, you ride him until your legs shake, while he whimpers in your ear.
When it came time for you to leave, you tried not to cry but it was bittersweet. You and Chris had shared something special, and you both agreed there was more between you two then just amazing sex.
He made you promise to call and text him anytime you could, and the good thing was, your hometown was on the East Coast which would make it easier for you guys to meet up when he visited Boston.
And you kept your promises while he kept his, each time you got to see each other was better than the last. You couldnât get enough of each other, and he made you feel so comfortable in your own skin. You silently thanked the universe for putting the events of that night of the accident into motion because if you hadnât met Chris, life wouldnât be the same.
chris & y/n:
a/n: and there it is!!! my first series completed :) pleaseeee let me know what yall thought! matt series next???
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or: you're a car, you're a woman, you're a drug!
gn!reader, explicit nsfw, vincent-typical after-school shenanigans. bank me like a millionaire, baby! itâs time for some last-minute summer fun, so you know what that means⌠my vincent is chinese, so donât be surprised that heâs got a bit more physical description than i usually go in for. for the wonderful rae @sri-rachaa, mutual of my heart everything i do is for her - happy birthday gorgeous girlie!! all my love, and hope youâre having a fab day <3 inspired by sugar soaker by panic! at the disco, and i wonder if you can guess whyâŚ? vincent going off-road in just over 5300 words.
iâm aware that the byline implies fem!lovely, but thatâs just because thatâs how the song goes lol - lovely here is entirely gender neutral, and their body (including their, um, hardware) is basically not described at all.
this fic contains explicit nsfw content, and is very, very 18+. reader discretion is advised. minors dni. thank you.Â
Ugh.
Studying.
Exams arenât coming up for a while yet, but unfortunately that doesnât mean you donât have to study. DAMN loves to pile the work on, latent humanborns be damned, and itâs an absolute nightmare once deadlines start to roll around.
âLovely!â
Samâs been tutoring you every Friday for a few months now, keeping you hostage once a week for an hour or two after classes, and itâs awful. Heâs not bad at it, heâs just kind of boring, you know? Heâs so good at this stuff that he doesnât really know how to teach it very well, so he ends up doing that infuriating thing where he just reads stuff out of the textbook, nods like of course youâll have understood that, and moves onto the next thing. Itâs infuriating!
Youâve got to be at his place in, like, twenty minutes - normally Vincent would come and pick you up, but heâs got some meeting in town with a client, so Samâs coming to get you instead. Itâs not fair! When Vincent comes to pick you up, he always lets you choose the music, and he brings one of the cars thatâs fast enough to get you there in half the time, so he can make out with you in the back seat for ten minutes before you have to go. Sam? Uh, no thanks, for several reasons. Long story short, youâre really not looking forward to studying with him tonight-
âTianxin!â
âŚWait, what?
The car park isnât full, but itâs certainly not empty. It must be, what, about half twelve? Quarter to one? Youâve just come out of your Introductory Mental Disciplines lecture and your brain is kind of fried - Professor Albrightâs a wonderful teacher, but he can be a littleâŚÂ intense, to put it lightly - so itâs not exactly a surprise that it takes you a minute to figure out where that voice is coming from.
âLovely! Over here!â
Hazard lights flash behind you, and a good handful of other students turn with you to see - ah. Yeah, okay. You really should have known. Vincent Solaire, the picture of romance, big round sunglasses perched amid gracefully-dishevelled hair, waving madly from the driverâs seat of a very red, very shiny, very expensive convertible.
âGet in!â
Well, he certainly doesnât have to tell you twice.
Heâs already got his foot on the pedal as you slam the door shut, chucking your backpack over onto the back seat, and he pulls you in for a breathless kiss while clumsy hands fumble with your seatbelt. As soon as he hears it click, thatâs it - before you really know whatâs going on, youâre racing out of the car park and down the road out of town, music all the way up and pedal all the way down.
âHow did - where-â Youâre still a bit dizzy from the speed of it all - how the hell is he here? âWhat happened to your meeting?â
âGot Alexis to do it,â he says breezily, one hand reaching up to adjust the rearview mirror before slipping down to sit high on your thigh. âI just about stopped Fred catching her and Christian having some fun in the dining room after the clan meeting a few weeks ago, so she owes me one.â
Ah. That would explain why Vincent couldnât keep a straight face when Samâs mate had asked if he knew why the dining room table was away for repairs the other day. You donât really want to know what he told them.
âActually, that reminds me!â Regrettably, he takes his hand off you to put his sunglasses on properly - only Vincent would be caught wearing sunglasses at night unironically, just because they look cool, baby, look! He does an awkward sort of wriggle as he fishes his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, tossing it lightly into your lap. âCan you check if itâs on silent, please?â
âYeah, hold on. Itâs⌠no, itâs not.â It only takes a few seconds - you offer it back to him, but he shakes his head, so you just put it in the centre console. âWhy?â
âBecauseâŚâ Vincentâs grin gets impossibly bigger, laughing as you race down the A-road that leads into the woods surrounding Dahlia. âIâd know that old thing a mile away. Say hello, lovely!â
He flashes the hazards again, sticking two fingers in his mouth for a piercing wolf-whistle before flipping off the truck going the other w- hold on, thatâs Samâs truck, whyâs he heading out now if youâre meant to be-
âBetter luck next time, old man!â Vincent shouts over his shoulder, and thereâs that vampire hearing - true to form, his phone lights up with an incoming call, the familiar piano loud as it vibrates. âFinders keepers!â
Twisting round in your seat, you laugh as Samâs truck disappears when you turn the corner, leaning over to kiss Vincentâs temple partly in shock, but mostly in elation. âBreaking me out of prison, hmm?â
âFor you, baobei?â He threads his fingers between yours, that lovesick look you know so wonderfully well, gently pulling your hand to press his lips to your wrist. âIâm stealing you all for myself.â
His other hand flicks the left indicator on, which is a bit of a surprise. Isnât home in the other direction? âAre we notâŚ?â
He scoffs theatrically, and itâs unfair that he can make it sound so cute. âGoing home? No. Whatâd you wanna do that for?â Your phone starts buzzing, Sam clearly having given up on Vincent answering, but you both ignore it. âI thought we could, uh, go on a little adventure tonight. Just us.â
âOh, is that what weâre calling it?â He flushes slightly at your tone, cheeks slowly turning pink, and your smile widens as he deliberately avoids your eyes in the mirror. âLast time we went âadventuringâ, we ended up fucking up the suspension so much that even you said you were gonna have to pay someone to fix it. Sure you wanted to bring this car?â
âI - you-!â Flustered, he stabs clumsily at the centre console, pointedly turning the volume up even as his blush deepens and deepens with your wicked laughter. â Just- just pick a song!â
The drive isnât too long, all things considered - itâs only about an hour, maybe a bit more. Itâs not like the roads are all that busy at 1am, you know? At first, youâre not really sure where he might be taking you, but about twenty minutes in he turns down onto the coast road, and it clicks.
âAt this hour? Itâll be freezing!â He really thinks heâs slick, doesnât he? And okay, yeah, he kind of is, but thereâs no way youâre telling him that. Got to keep him on his toes, after all.
âMmm, it will be, wonât it?â Up ahead, the lights turn red at the junction. Ever a man of opportunity, he wastes no time - the carâs barely stopped before heâs kissing you, one hand under your jaw and the other sliding down to rub teasingly over your hip. âGonna keep - nnng - gonna keep me warm, lovely?â
âHaahh-â Soft, always so soft. Pulling slightly against your seatbelt, closer closer closer - ooh, is that strawberry chapstick? Between the fizz of his hands on your skin and the sweetness of his mouth against yours, itâs kind of hard to come up with a coherent response. âYeah, mmm, yeah, just- hm?â
Unfortunately, he breaks what was shaping up to be a very nice kiss as a motorbike speeds past, straight over the junction. Oh. Right, yeah, the traffic lights. Youâd sort of forgotten about that. Thank goodness thereâs nobody else behind you. Vincentâs gaze meets yours, washed in green light, lips already slightly pinker than normal - youâre so tempted to ask if you can pull over. Come on, nobodyâs looking. Just for five minutes?
(Well, maybe ten. Fifteen. Twenty? Maybe just a bit longer-)
The glovebox clicking open knocks you out of your pleasant reverie, watching Vincent rifle awkwardly through the mess of CD cases before extracting a half-empty bottle of chewing gum.
âWant some?â He rattles the jar towards you, popping two in his mouth before grimacing in surprise. âWait, this-â
Pushing his sunglasses back up into his hair, he looks properly at the label this time, and youâre not saying his age is catching up to him, but⌠âFuck, I forgot I ran out of strawberry.â Undeterred, he takes a third one before handing you the bottle, stepping on the pedal as you put it back in the glovebox. âI think itâs spearmint? Peppermint? Oh, I donât know - the one Lexi had the other day.â
âDid she get it for you?â Youâre surprised. When Alexis and Vincent buy things for each other, theyâre normally one of two things: specifically designed to make the otherâs life noticeably worse, or costing at least several thousand dollars. Somehow, you doubt that this particular jar of chewing gum was either of those things, but Alexis Solaire is nothing if not full of surprises.
âNah. Nicked it off her desk,â he declares, looking far too pleased with himself as he flicks the indicator down. âShe likes that awful cinnamon-flavoured shit more anyway, so really Iâm doing her a favour.â
(Yeah, okay. That sounds more like the pair of them. You wonât mention the industrial-sized roll of tin foil that you saw her and Christian dragging into Vincentâs room at Willâs house.)
Humming along to the CD player, he turns off down one of the side roads - you know the sort, one of those thatâs not really a road at all, just a sort of gap in the hedgerow. Itâs just dirt, and itâs kind of bumpy, but it gives Vincent an excuse to go and fuss over his precious paintwork, so heâs fine with it. Sam complains about it every time he comes down here, but thatâs what you get when the suspension on your truck is practically prehistoric, isnât it?
âWanna go inside for a bit? Or straight out to the back?â
âUhâŚâ As nice as the house is - and make no mistake, itâs really nice - youâd rather get straight to it. Itâs not everyday you get to spend some time at a place like this. âStraight through?â
âSure.â
The house belongs to William, but itâs not associated with the business as one of the actual, like, âSolaire Propertiesâ. Really, itâs just for family or clan stuff - youâve been down here several times before, mostly for birthdays or celebrations or whatever. Vincentâs never gone into too much detail, but from what youâve heard about Williamâs life before the whole rich-vampire-king palaver, heâs always liked the sea. He loved it from afar, as Vincent puts it, but you gather that he never really had much of a chance to enjoy it.
Thatâs why he bought this place, apparently - a long-held dream fulfilled, and youâre not going to begrudge him that. Itâs not very easy for vampires to really do beach holidays. Good on him for finding a convenient (if eye-wateringly expensive) way to do it.
(When sheâd mentioned it to you the first time, Alexis had called it a nice little summer house. Your definitions of âniceâ and âlittleâ clearly arenât quite the same. For starters, you probably wouldnât include a multi-million dollar beachfront property in one of the most beautiful places on the California coast, but apparently that just shows how much you know. Turns out the dollar really is almighty, and William Solaire certainly has a lot of them.)
âHope you brought your swimsuit, baby,â he says innocently, fiddling with his phone and unlocking the gates. His wry grin betrays him, though - he forgets every time that you can still see him in the rearview mirror. âWaterâs nice, this time of year.â
âYou littleâŚâ Oh, heâs going to be for it in a minute. âWho on earth do you know that brings a swimsuit to a Dreamwalking lecture?â
âMy lovely, caught unaware? Surely not!â He gasps in faux surprise, now not even trying to hide the smirk spreading across his face. âI reckon you had this planned, you know.â
âYeah?â This should be good. âAnd how did I do that, hmm?â
âOh, itâs very simple,â he proclaims, free hand gracefully pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them in his shirt pocket as he turns down the drive. âYouâve lured me out here with your effortless charm and stunning good looks, with the promise of getting to take a swim all alone with my gorgeous lovely, only to turn on your heel and deprive me of the one thing Iâve been looking forward to all week.â Itâs unfair how cute that stupid pout of his is, sighing plaintively as he laments your supposed scheming. "Youâre so mean to me, you know that?â
âAm I, now?â Itâs always fun, playing along with him. âIâm sorry, my love,â you say mournfully, leaning across to press a kiss to his cheek and smiling as he tries not to blush. âHowever could I make it up to you?â
âWell, I do know one way we could make this workâŚâ he says, valiantly ignoring the flush slowly spreading across his face at the absolutely shameless once-over he gives you. âI mean, you donât have to be wearing anyth- hey!â
âNice try, loverboy,â you announce, haughtily settling your newly-acquired sunglasses atop your head. âLike hell youâre getting me in there with nothing on - itâs fucking freezing!â
Vincent sighs, plaintive and airy, like it being 1am and pitch-black outside shouldnât matter. Ooh, heâs lucky heâs so pretty. âToo bad, sha gua, too bad. Guess Iâll have to find some other way to get you w- okay! Iâm st- Iâm stopping!â
Bastard. One-handed, he bats away your hands from his hair as he pulls up by the sand, fingers flexing on the wheel when you manage to get just close enough to kiss the corner of his mouth.
âRude.â He huffs, giving you that stupid, cute pout that really shouldnât be as attractive as it is. âI thought that was pretty good, actually.â
You give him a look. âIâm not sure pick-up lines have ever been -Â hey - waitwaitwait!â
Youâre never going to be used to that vampire strength, are you? The angle is ridiculous, but his hands lock around your waist before you can protest, and somehow he manages to manoeuvre you over the centre console and into his lap without too much fuss.
Vincent opens his mouth, smug as anything, but he only manages a sort of garbled half-noise before your hand quickly shuts him up.
âThat does not count as a pick-up line!â
He stares, cross-eyed, down at your hand for a surprised second, before petulantly trying to lick your palm in retaliation. Luckily, youâre wise to his tricks by now - you pull your hand away just in time and fix him with the best glare you can muster, although itâs probably undercut by the fact that youâre trying really hard not to laugh.
Undeterred, he smirks up at you, brushing the hair out of his face with a satisfied flourish.
âYeah, but you thought it was hot.â
Fuck. Heâs right. You stutter into an excuse for a second, but it doesnât come - instead, you just slide your hands up his chest, over his shoulders and up to his jaw, before just leaning down and kissing him. It always works.
True to form, he melts into your touch, letting you kiss the mint-flavoured smirk right off his face with a pleased sigh. Quick fingers twist into the fabric of your shirt, and youâre just running your tongue over his bottom lip when-
âWait - just - just a sec-â
He pulls back unexpectedly, reaching over and fumbling around in the glovebox for a second, one hand holding your hip to keep you balanced in his lap, before extricating an old receipt. Neatly, he drops his gum into the paper, folding it in half to stick it to itself before depositing it into the cupholder to throw away later.
âOkay!â He grins up at you, blindingly beautiful, and you almost have to blink away the sunspots in your eyes. âWhere were we, again?â
This time, you donât bother trying to hide your laugh - instead, you just muffle it in his shoulder, letting him nip affectionately at your neck against the gentle sound of waves lapping at the sand. âHate you.â
âYeah,â he replies airily, and you donât need to look to see his smile. âHate you too.â
You pull back and he ducks his head slightly to kiss you again, tongue brushing lightly against your lip until you tilt your head slightly to - yeah, thatâs a better angle. Vaguely, youâre aware of him guiding your legs around his waist, and you can feel him standing up and getting out of the car, but most of it is forgotten as the warm haze of his kisses swirls through your brain and makes your fingers go all tingly.
Although your eyes are closed, you can tell that heâs walking somewhere from the movement of his body against you, the sound of sand under his feet, but whereâs he going? Into the house? Cracking one eye open, you can see the dark shape of the garage in front of you - so heâs heading towards the water, then. Wait, but why would he - oh, no fucking way-
âMm - mmf!â Swallowing a giggle at his stunned face, you wriggle out of his arms with a sharp twist and a burst of vampiric speed, before turning and scrambling away across the sand. Shocked, heâs not quite quick enough to grab your arm as you dodge out of the way, and he laughs in surprise as you make him chase you further and further towards the sea.
âOh, I donât - I donât think so-!â
âCatch me if you can!â
As fast as youâre going, itâs basically no distance at all until youâre splashing into the shallow water. Spray kicks up around your ankles, soaking into your shoes and socks, but it canât weigh you down. You dance out of his way regardless, heart pounding giddily as adrenaline rushes through your body, dipping your hand down to flick water at him whenever he looks in danger of getting slightly too close.
âStill - fuck! - still too slow!â He almost manages to snatch the back of your shirt, and you stick your tongue out at his wounded expression as you back up into the slightly deeper water. âSee, I told you I was fasterâŚâ
âYou - get - get back here!â
He lunges for your waist, but heâs too slow - with a splash, he topples through the space where you used to be and goes face first into the freezing water. Luckily, itâs deep enough that he doesnât just hit the ground, and you wade gingerly towards him as your body starts to register the cold.
âLovely!â Spitting out a mouthful of seawater, youâre met with the distinctly-bedraggled shape of a very wet Vincent Solaire, blinking the salt out of his eyes. The shock of the cold water forces the breath out of him, but for some reason it canât make him any less unfairly attractive. You donât bother to hide your satisfied smirk at the sight of him raking his soaked hair out of his face with one hand, white t-shirt now slightly see-through and clinging to his chest.
âYou - you!â he gasps, pointing accusingly at you with as stern a glare as he can muster. âOh, when I get my hands on you, I-â
Heâs cut off by your gleeful kiss, throwing yourself through the waist-deep water at him and knowing that heâll catch you. Mmm, heâs such a sucker.
âYeah?â you say between kisses. âYouâll what?â
âIâŚâ
After a pause, he shrugs half-heartedly and gives in to let you kiss him again. âProbably - mmm - yeah, uh, probably thatâŚâ
Moonlight sparkles on the water as he clutches you tighter, drinking in the familiar taste of you. Cold currents come and go, but neither of you really notice, far too swept up in each other for it to matter - besides, the warmth of his body against yours is more than enough to keep you happy.
After a little while, he moves to kiss slowly down your neck, leaning you back slightly in his arms to get a better angle. Your fingers tangle in his hair, dark and dripping, and he sighs happily against your skin when you pull slightly, just the way he likes.
âTianshiâŚâ he murmurs, fangs digging gently into your skin because he knows it makes you shiver. âYou shouldnât tease, you know.â
âMm, you started it,â you reply. âWhose good idea was it to go swimming in the middle of the night, again?â
âHm.â You can feel him pouting, muttering quietly into your shoulder. âLike âm giving up my lovely for some stupid tutoring.â
He makes a good point. This is much nicer than whatever boring textbook questions Sam was supposed to be making you do right now. In your magnificent generosity, you reward your saviour with a benevolent kiss to his temple, before your hand trails down over his neck, his shoulder, across his-
âDid you-?â
âHm?â Tilting back just a little, he looks down at himself like heâs as surprised as you are that his shirt has disappeared. âOh, yeah.â
Biting back a laugh, you smack his arm with a quiet slap. âNow whoâs the tease?â
âWhat? Do you like wearing wet jeans?â he asks smugly, smirking as he hears your heart speed up - the dark water comes up to about his waist, so you dread to think what other bits of clothing heâs got rid of while you werenât looking. âThatâs what I thought.â
You roll your eyes good-naturedly, patting him on the shoulder in consolation. âRemind me to send him flowers when we get back.â
âWho said he taught me? You donât know! I couldâve, um-â
His cry of indignance is swiftly cut off by your flat stare. You know exactly where he got this from. After a brief stand-off, he sighs in apparent defeat, bending down slightly to scoop you up so that heâs properly carrying you. âYeah, it was Gavin.â
âKnew it!â you sing, cheerfully kicking your legs as he starts to walk back out of the water, up towards the sand. âYou think I havenât seen him trying it with Freelancer before?â
He pretends to sulk, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. âAnd here I thought you were looking at meâŚâ The sand crunches quietly underfoot as he carries you towards the car, and the slight breeze is pleasantly cool against your warm skin. âWhat do I have to do to get your attention, hm?â
Sneaking a downwards glance, you raise an eyebrow. Turns out he wasnât lying about the jeans. âI could think of a few things.â
âOnly a few?â He scoffs, before leaning down to press his fangs to that sweet spot just under your jaw. âKeep up, tianxin, and youâll get more than that.â
A burst of magic fizzles over your body, warm and crackling shivers from head to toe. Before you can blink, youâre both completely dry, and one look at him tells you exactly what you need to know - ooh, heâs been practising that one. He preens under your gaze, tossing his head proudly to flick his now-dry hair back out of his eyes.
God. Heâs so pretty.
The walk back to the car isnât far, but he doesnât put you down - instead, he opts to lean down and lay you gently back against the hood, kissing you down against the warm, smooth metal. Back arched slightly over his arm, itâs a little uncomfortable, so you have to shift around a little bit in order to-
âMmmâŚâ
Maybe he thinks it was on purpose, or maybe he knows and he just doesnât care - whatever the case, he rocks his hips back down to meet you, and thatâs when you notice that heâs got rid of your clothes, too.
âHaah - Vincent!â
He doesnât even have the good grace to look appropriately chastised at your muffled shout, just grabbing your wrists before you can try to slap his side and pinning them above your head with a devilish smile. Any protest you may have had quickly disappears when he grinds against you, thin cotton all that separates you, melting into a soft moan that drips off your fangs and runs down your chin.
âWhat - nnng! - whatâs the matter, lovely?â he says, breathless. âHaving second thoughts about your study session?â
âYeah, yeahâŚâ Lost in the heat and the hardness of him, itâs getting more and more difficult to put words together. âThink you - mmm, think you should persuade meâŚâ
You donât have to tell him twice - the world blurs around you as he lifts you up, depositing you on the passenger seat as he slips down to kneel in the footwell, and you hastily grab his shoulder in surprise as he presses the little button on the seat, sliding it back to give himself a little more room.
âWe have - fuck! We have a bed in - inside!â Your half-hearted protests go ignored in favour of strong hands impatiently tearing the rest of your clothes away, shredded fabric littering the floor beside him. God, that shouldnât be as hot as it is.
He lifts one dark eyebrow, challenging, although he canât quite keep his eyes on your face. âYou want me to wait?â
âNo, no, this is - no, this is fine-!â
Words melt away as he eagerly grabs your hips, pulling you forwards to the edge of the seat and burying his face in you with a long, drawn-out moan. Mmm, he really doesnât waste any time - your fingers unconsciously find their way back into his hair again, twisting and tugging with every flick of his tongue, sloppy, sticky kisses that make your cheeks burn and your insides twist with need. Your nails digging into his scalp only seem to encourage him, wonderfully warm as he licks a slow, burning trail all the way down before speeding back up until youâre shuddering in his enthusiastic hold.
âI - oh, I - ahhhâŚâ
Almost too fast for you to notice, a tiny burst of magic swirls around his fingers - oh, you definitely remember Gavin teaching him that one. Gently, he eases his middle finger into you, stretching you ever so sweetly, and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle what youâre sure would be an embarrassingly loud whine.
âBabyâŚâ Vincent clearly disagrees, though, nudging your legs up over his shoulders and nipping at the soft inside of your thigh in disappointed reprimand. âWanna hear!â
A graceful hand runs blindly up your body to tug your hand away from your mouth, depositing it firmly back in his hair where it belongs. You canât complain - and even if you wanted to, the high-pitched keen that fills your mouth as a second finger slips inside you leaves no room for objection.
It doesnât help that even like this, heâs still so fucking beautiful - crescent-moon eyes closed, groaning in pleasure at the taste of you, achingly hard but refusing to let go of you even for a second. Your head falls back against the headrest, back bowing as you roll your hips slightly, and the change in angle lets his fingertips press just right - fuck, just right against that spot inside you that makes your breath stick in your chest and your eyes go all blurry.
âYeah?â The look he gives you is wicked, filthy grin all smeared and sticky. Fuck, he sounds absolutely wrecked, words lazy and languid as he kisses the words into you. âRight there, xingan?â
You nod frantically, nails scraping harsh lines into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses with the pleasurable sting, and you watch them fade and heal over almost as fast as you can make them. âMm-hmm, mmm, yeah-!â
Itâs too much - deft fingers curling and stroking, the vibrations of his voice thrumming over you, all warm and wet and messy. Fuck, it feels like your whole body is burning, trembling in his grip, skinbuzzing like a livewire. The leather underneath you sticks and catches as you writhe under Vincentâs attention, and a flood of heat rushes through you at the reminder that youâre just out here in the open, entirely at his mercy.
âI - oh, fuck,â you gasp out, curved forwards over him as your body greedily tries to pull him impossibly closer. âIt - ahh, itâs-â
âI know, baby - I know,â he chokes out, sounding almost as desperate as you feel. âCome on, come on, lovely - nng, please!â Mouth full, sentences all slurring together as he buries himself in you, itâs enough to make you wail with each breath, the delicious stretch of his fingers and the sharp tease of his fangs. âPlease, want it, I wanna see-â
He strokes his thumb over your thigh, silent question obvious as he looks pleadingly up at you - you must nod, or tell him yes, yes of course, because the next thing you know is the white-hot ecstasy of the bite, needy and glittering, and all of a sudden youâre falling apart. Legs trembling, eyes slammed shut as you sob through your orgasm, all you know is the familiar kiss of Vincentâs mouth on you, strong hands trailing warm, comforting patterns over your skin, and the distant sound of your own cries.
For a long moment, youâre floating, a joyful balloon on a satisfied string. Vincent takes you in his hands with a soft smile, and slowly pulls you back down to earth.
When you finally blink back to yourself, youâre slumped loose and heavy over Vincentâs shoulder, flopped forwards against where heâs kneeling up in front of your seat. He hums quietly as he feels you stir, one hand smoothing comforting circles into your back, and you nestle your face into the side of his neck with a pleased sigh.
âBack with me, baobei?â
âMm,â you say eloquently. âYeah.â
âGood.â He kisses the side of your head before tenderly nudging you backwards a little bit, giving himself a bit more room to clamber out of the footwell. He almost manages it, too - the effect is ruined slightly when he trips over the lip of the floor, stumbling awkwardly into the open door and nearly smacking his face against the handle, and you giggle at the indignant glare he shoots at the side of the car.
âOoh. Smooth.â
âYeah, yeah, laugh it up,â he grumbles, though thereâs no heat behind it. âOnly the best for you, xiaogongju.â
You take his offered hand with a flourish, letting him guide you up and out of the seat and onto shaky legs - after a few steps, he decides to take matters into his own hands and just lifts you up into his arms like a bride, your head back on his shoulder. From here, you gaze idly out at the dark line where the sky brushes the sea, just barely visible even to your enhanced eyes, and let yourself rest in the gentle sound of the waves.
(A quick look back shows you - oh, thatâs going to be a bitch to clean out of the leather. Whatever. It was worth it.)
âLove you,â you murmur through your hazy smile, fingers brushing back and forth over the dips and hollows of his collarbone. âGonna get you back later.â
âLove you too, baby.â Waves lapping at the sand, salt and heat and happiness, the chill of the breeze. âI look forward to it already.â
He catches your lips in a short kiss, sweet and soft and painted in moonlight. Vincent carries you into the house, closing the door behind you, and all you can think is that this is much, much better than a study session.
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don't ask the gods to help you because they're afraid of me || Death Note fic
So I've been getting really into writing my Death Note fic recently, it's at about 18000 words, so I decided I'd post some moodboards! Right now I've just done them of the main love triangle: Light, L and Mikami. But I'm hoping later in the fic other characters will be just as prominent, such as Sayu, Misa (I haven't decided how she'll come in but I love her too much to forget her), Lightâs parents, the Wammy kids. I'm even hoping to include B at one point! Here are the moodboards, and I'll explain a bit about the fic below them:
Light Yagami
Light Yagami cares about nothing but his work (except perhaps his sister). Despite this, he's recently engaged to his boyfriend of three years, Teru Mikami, not because he loves him, but because it fit his five year plan.
Not long after his engagement began, Light meets a man who goes by Ryuuzaki, but turns out to be world-famous detective, L. L hires Light on the spot, straight out of university, for reasons unknown to Light, who is willing to grasp any opportunity who comes his way, no matter how strange; and he knows he's not going to get a much better offer than L.
(Other moodboards under "read more")
Teru Mikami
Teru Mikami is a lawyer who lives to be with Light. Deeply in love, he's willing to overlook the fact that it's unrequited, although deep down he is aware of it. He's upset when Light announces that he's taking a job which will require constant travelling, but knows that Light is far too difficult to argue with. He has to sit by and plan his wedding while his fiancĂŠ drifts even further away than he already was.
L Lawliet
L Lawliet is tortured by memories of a past life. Although he chose his own fate, he has spent 30 painful years waiting for the day when it would be reasonable to seek out his lost love, Light Yagami.
When he finally finds and approaches him, L discovers that Light is recently engaged to somebody else; but this doesn't stop L from trying to get Light back. Offering Light a job, L ensures that they work out of the country, keeping Light away from his fiancĂŠ.
This story is in Lightâs first person P.O.V.! I'm going to put an excerpt of the beginning just below and a link to the AO3 page âĄ
As Teru leads me to an outside table at this very luxurious Italian restaurant in Tokyo, I immediately get a terrible feeling. Donât get me wrong; I like the finer things in life, within reason, and Teru knows this, although heâs naturally a more modest type of person. It isnât the restaurant which bothers me, because I deserve to be somewhere this beautiful and expensive. Itâs why Teru would spontaneously decide to take me somewhere this nice with no particular occasion that bothers me. Usually he would say this kind of thing is excessive, gluttonous, greedy, that itâs a road to us becoming a couple of Elon Musks and fucking up Twitter. As he helps me into my seat because his manners are second to none, I offer him a charming smile and admire the scenery. There are white curtains falling between each table; weâre in a patio of sorts with a roof above our heads, and little stairs leading up to us covered in lanterns. There are trees all around, and potted plants. It is atmospheric. I belong in places like these; they compliment my elegance. Iâm avoiding looking at Teru as he sits down. âDo you like it?â he asks me. Heâs wearing a very nice suit. He always looks handsome but tonight an extra effort has been put in, I can tell. I think I might be feeling sick. Iâm hoping to send appropriate signals that stop the terrible event from happening. âItâs beautiful,â I answer, gently fingering the side of my menu. I just had a manicure, and my hands look perfect in this light; just like the rest of me I imagine. Oh my God, I think I look too good. I should have tried less hard but I didnât realise what was happening until Iâd already dressed and then caught sight of him looking like a very muscular Tom Ford catwalk model. Iâm sending signals I donât want to send by way of my resplendent beauty. âJust like you,â he says, smiling. I knew it. Heâs such a sap, heâs always been that way, Iâve always put up with it. We make sense together but I donât want to go too far with it. âI know how I look, Teru,â I say with a deep breath, and begin to read the menu. I am going to need alcohol. Wine feels appropriate but would also only worsen this situation. As I read the menu I really wine is definitely where this is headed. âWeâll get the seven courses with wine,â Teru says like heâs in charge in this relationship. Yes. We will get that because itâs one of the few options on offer. I hate how delicious it all sounds. Oh, crayfish. I donât get to have that often. I canât believe Iâm letting this happen. I should fake a sudden illness and run. âWeâll ask the sommelier what wine he suggests and go for it.â
âOK,â I say. Heâs not even popped the question yet but this has turned into one of those situations where you marry a man and then he thinks he can tell you what to do. I think I have better taste in wine than the sommelier. I know my own tastes. Why are we asking the sommelier? Whatâs wrong with me tonight?
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None of the images in the moodboards are mine, and neither are the lyrics written on them!
#death note#light yagami#teru mikami#l lawliet#light x l#light yagami x l#light x mikami#mikalight#lawlight#don't ask the gods to help you because they're afraid of me
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đ¸ picnic hangout. đ¸
Pairing: soap x ruz oc x Canon
Summery: ruz and soap have a picnic together! After ruz gives him an invite, but little did soap know thatâs not the only place theyâre going to visit.
Note: warning, this has some angst and fluff and crap art (click for higher quality)
âGood morning soap, are you up?â
âYeah. Woke up 12 minutes ago.â
âDo you want to go out 4 pm today?â
âFor what?â
âFor brunch.â
âSure, Iâm not busy today.â
ââââ
"So this is the place?" Soap asked?
"Yeah,I was told it's a good spot to have a picnic,especially in this weather, so thats why i decided to invite you, and also because I have no friends " ruz smiles akwardly , the environment was beautiful, it was bright day, the breeze hits both of them.
Ruz goes to a stop and points to a spot, it had trimmed grass so I wouldn't get in the way.
"Look, let's go over there, it seems like a good spot."
"Alright sounda good , lead the way then." Soap responded while nodding.
The two of them sat down in unison. Ruz had a sunflower bag and she placed it down with her, she opens it and pulls out a lunch box, when she opens it, it had four sandwiches.
"Me and my aunt made these together, she made the other two for you since I told her were going out."
"How nice of her...tell her i said thanks." he let's out a soft smile.
"Oh you will..
Soap looks at her silently confused wondering what she meant by that but doesnât question it.
~~~~~~
Ruz was eating one of sandwiches while looking at the pretty view and daydreaming. Soap was silently wondering how he can break the silence, before he looked to the left and saw a pink flower and he turns to ruz. He turns back and rips the flower off the ground, he takes a look at it before tucking it beneath ruz hair. She turns to soap and looks at him with slight confusion.
Soaps eyes slightly widen thinking he messed up by the reaction of her face and he tries to explain
âI think it looks nice..like youâŚâ his Scottish accent strong.
Ruz swallows her food and smiles before finally saying
âThank you!â
Soap thinks to himself âthank god.â
~~~~~~~
She finished her sandwiches and gets up and ask
âSo, your readyâ
âFor what?â
âTo meet my auntâ she smiles
âWait weâre meeting her aunt? You havenât told me.â
âDonât worry, sheâs a good person!â
She chuckles before saying
âcome on, sheâs expecting us soonâ
The two of them head towards the car with ruz taking the drivers seat and starts to drive. And starts to see the sun start to set and she sees the view she then breaks the few minutes of silence by saying
âI grew up here. I know every building in this area by memory, itâs nostalgic.â
She sighs
Soap nods and replies while also looking at they view
âI see.â
She changes the topic by saying
âwant to listen to music? Whatâs your taste?â
âAny song is fine.â
He responded.
Ruz nods and plays pumped up kicks in the radio
Soap turns to see her long hair down..it was pretty..really pretty..it reached her shoulders her brown eyes shined in the sun but she didnât notice his back to fourth glare due to her being focused on the road, the wind was slightly open letting out breeze in the car.
****
âI lived with my aunt and her boyfriend for years. Wasnât very fun when I was alone with him.â
She weakly chuckled awkwardly
âWhat do you mean?â The Scottish male questioned.
She turned to him for a moment, before looking back at the road, reluctantly she responded to his question with a soft sigh.
âHe was a really rude man verbally snd sometimes even physically, I didnât feel safe when I was with him but my nana always defended me and loved and cared for me but years ago he died from skin cancer.â
Soap nods, listening to what she got to say before responding while looking at the road
âMustâve been really unfortunate, I hope you are okay now,â
Ruz slightly smiles before responding with
âThank you Johnny for understanding, itâs refreshing to let out my feelings to someone finally.â
Before adding either a completely different tone..a cold one.
âIt was just the beginning anyways.â
âââ
She then took a left turn before finally heading to a small yellow house with flowers planted in the front of the house
She turns to soap
âHere we are? Ready soap?â
âSoapâ he questions
âWe donât need to be formal, you can call me JohnnyâŚSal.â
Salâs eyes light up and her hair flows with the hair and she smiles
âIf you say so Johnny.â
~~~~
Sal walks to the stair and rings the doorbell, she looked a bit stressed as her eyebrows were furrowed a bit. But enough to notice. The door opens and a woman in her 40âs open, she had the same eyes as Sal but she had black long curly hair, she looked flabbergasted.
âSal,is it really you?! itâs been so longâ she hugs her tightly while resting her head on her shoulders
Johnny stood there behind them
Wait a fucking minuteâŚis this her aunt?!
Fuck..it is..
Sal pulls away from the hug, and thatâs when the woman finally notices soap and she looks at ruz
âSweetie, is this your boyfriend?â She asked
Sal was flabbergasted and she exclaimed
âNo! Hes..a friend from work.â
Johnny thinks to himself
âNot yet..at leastâŚâ
Johnny extends his hand for a handshake
âthe names..Johnny..Johnny mactavish, maâam..â
The woman in the late 40âs chuckles softly, and she excepts his handshake while saying âjust call me Martinezâ
âLetâs go inside guysâ Sal suggested
The three of them head inside in unison and as they walk in Sal says
âIâll make some tea guys, how about you two talk about each other and know each otherâ she smiles and walks to the kitchen leaving the two alone
âMay I sit hereâŚMrs. Martinez?.â Soap asked as he points to the red couch.
âOf course, make yourself comfortable young man.â
As Johnny sits down he turns to look at Mrs. Martinez with a gentle face..she looked delicate and a nice woman it was quiet for a minute or two before he broke it by thanking her
âThank you for the sandwich..your..neice told me that you and her made two for me..I..really appreciate it.â
âOf course, when I heard she was going to hang out with you I decided it be nice to make sandwiches for the two of you, she really deserves some friends. She never got to live the childhood she really wanted..and I feel bad for her..â
Johnny looks down for a moment before looking back at her with a sympathetic face âmay I ask what happened?, if your comfortableâ he asked with a gruff tone..
Martinez looks down with a sad face and she explains
âshe grew up without parents..her mother died from an overdose and her father was never there in her life..and school was tough for herâŚhonestly I never wanted her to join the army. Iâm scared of the danger and risk of it or Mabee the risk of death. But she always wanted to be like her mother.. Iâm glad she finally have a friend to speak toâ her lips tug to a small smile and she turns to Johnny who listens intently.
Johnny lets out a nod
âYou mustâve been a good parental figure..she is a..very nice woman and a strong healthy one tooâŚâ
Johnny reassured as Sal came back with hot green tea.
As she sat down and joined the two Martinez ask the two âso..how did you two yahooâs meet?â
Ruz smiles awkwardly and chuckles âitâs a long story nana..â
~~~~~
Martinez was showing soap memory books of sal when she was younger while Sal was on the other side blushing in embarrassment, Martinez points to one photo that took place in 2007 where Sal lost her first teeth and her eyes were puffy from crying.
âThis was her when she was seven years old, she cried alotâŚâ she chuckles softly and she shows more pictures of Sal during her childhood and high school years Sal was really embarrassed ânana..stop..â she mutters as she sinks down the couch.
âI refuseâ she teased in response
âYahoo use to watch a lot of horror when she was younger so she use to cry to me when she thought monsters where under her bed.â
Johnny chuckles âoh really now? Thatâs sillyâ
âYou know Johnny, Sal likes to talk about you.â
âOh really now?â
The lady nods
âYes, she likes to talk about you a lot young man, you know she never was the type to want friends at all, especially a boy, she very committed to you, you two deserve eachother you know..â
she said as she blows on her tea and takes a sip. âYou should drink this now, itâs getting cool.â
Sal speaks
â we had our ups and downs with our friendships it is us versus death itself..despite the harsh reality of this hell of a war..he shows empathy and compassion to his teammates..and me..he really is special.â
Soap looks at Sal, his face softening, finding himself vulnerable. But soap thought that he wasnât enough for her, he was reluctant. He was worried that he would get in the way of her life, and if they do go together he knows how serious she is with relationships and is worried it might not last by their dynamics. But yet there hope. Despite them being opposite..they still fit together like a puzzle peace. There was a warm flutter feeling in his heart.
âThank you.â
âOf course.â
âHave you two ate today besides the sandwiches?â The old lady asked
Soap and Sal look at each other
âWell I ate some fruitsâ
âWe ate some fruits..â soap corrected.
âDo you want dinner?â She asked?
Sal responded with âcan we have oven chicken with rice!â She exclaimed, she was a fan of her chicken and rice
~~~~~
âSo tell me about yourself young man, whatâs your favorite color, hobby, holiday, all the good stuffâ
Soap responded with a low voice, he was shy but did not want to admit it, he grew sweat behind his neck
âHm me?â
âWell I canât really think of a favorite color I never really thought of thatâŚhmmmmmmâŚ.. Mabee the same color as the blue shirt Iâm wearing, and for hobbies, I like to journal and draw in my free time and for holidays..Iâll go for Christmas because I like the atmosphere, I enjoy the decoration, lights, and the jolly atmosphere and the generosity and giving. I also like winter activities like Christmas marketing and ice skatingâŚand also just because I like winter.â He responded while taking a bite of the white rice.
Sal spoke aswell
âI also like winter betterâŚI donât prefer summer unlike most people I know in my social circle, itâs just the humidity brings me discomfort and same goes for the heat brings me heat exhaustion and thirst, and the insects. Iâm not scared of them there just bothersome and when I was younger it was hard to sleep in my bedroom from the irritating heat. But I had fans.â She bites into the last meat of the chicken.
âThanks for the chickenâ both Sal and soap says
âItâs no problem, Iâm great full you ate good. When u was younger I was poor and sometimes skipped dinner, I donât want you two to suffer the same as I did when I was a kidâ
Sal checks the time and it was 10 PM
âOh my itâs getting late.â She points out.
Soap sat there in the chair.
Itâs been a while since he ate dinner with someone and end up with a full stomachâŚheâs..great-full..? It was a warm scene.. despite it only being the two of them he felt welcomed.
âââââ
Soap and Sal where on top of a balcony. The view was pretty as the lights shined against the night sky the moon was also crystal bright. As the wind gently breezed Sal grabs a hair tie about to put on her iconic bun before soap said âyour hair is beautiful down..in my opinion.â He mummers as his blue eyes gazing at hers with a small spark. Sal smiles ear to ear âif you say soâ she responds, changing her mind as she lets her hair flow, she wraps her arms around her legs and a few minutes later of silent pass. The woman glances up at the moon high in the dark sky in front of her. âThanks for everything today..itâs been forever since I had a day like thisâŚso thank you for today..Sal.â
âItâs no problem at allâŚI should thank you for expecting my text message.â
He nods
Sal ask âwhat would you do if you werenât in the military?â
âSleep all day.â
âUnderstandableâ she agreed.
âHow about you? What would you do if you werenât in the military?â
âIâd like to be a florist..or Mabee a barber..oooh, Mabee a vet..animals are better than people, or Mabee a librarianâ
Soap glares at her and nods
Ruz confesses âsoap your a nice..manâŚ.your loyalâŚbrave..your courage is inspiring and youâd be willing to take on a dangerous mission..and your resourceful..and just your sense of humor too, despite the intense scenarios of whatâs going on right now you maintain humor in you. And thatâs what I like about you.â
âI really appreciate these words..â
âItâs no problem at allâŚâ sal cheeks starts to blush.
âYour pretty when you blushâ
Her face starts to burn up
âYou think Iâm pretty?..â
ââ
Yayyyy! Iâm finally done! Itâs been eight days working on this so it be appreciated if you reblog I canât bare watching this flop đĽ˛
#call of duty#ruz#cod oc#modern warfare#sal ruz le ciel#cod mwii#cod mw2#cod mw2 oc#art#artists on tumblr#fanfic#yaaaay!#this honestly took forever#soap x ruz#soap x oc#johnny soap#soap art#johnny soap mactavish#call of duty oc#oc#original character#Iâm so proud of the art#dfow art
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Power In Names
Take a second to think about degrading terms for women. You're here on my Tumblr, so you've probably heard some of them. I thought I would give my thoughts on some of them and what my favorites are. I'm writing this entire post with panties stuffed in my mouth so we'll see how long it goes.
First of all, my favorite, is bitch. When Rose pushed my face down against her clit in her car, pulled over the side of the road on Valentine's day with my ass up in the air and my dress stripped off, and said "suck it, bitch", my mind went so fuzzy. It hit me so good and hard. But why?
"Bitch" drips with gender violence. So many words are generic ("slut", "whore", "slave", etc), or focused on specific body parts ("cunt", etc) or activities ("cocksucker", etc). But "Bitch" cuts through those to my specific identity. And it is unmistakably, unavoidably hierarchical. A bitch is beneath, inferior, contemptible.
I'm so fucking wet and squirmy writing this, sorry.
But that's not all. The actual sound of the word has so much to do with it. "Bitch" starts with a voiced bilabial consonant, a "B" sound. Yes, my university degree including several semesters of linguistics classes, which I'm now using to explain why being called a pathetic fucking bitch is such a good way of being put in my place. I needed to take a break to edge after writing that.
A voiced bilabial consonant means the sound is formed at the very front of the mouth with two lips rubbing against each other and coming apart. Kind of like when you spit on someone. Or kind of like what you hear when someone spits on you, I guess. The word has the most violent "attack" sound at the beginning of it. Compare it to words like "slut" (unvoiced alveolar initial consonant) or "whore" (unvoiced glottal initial consonant) and there's just no comparison.
By the way, "voiced" vs "unvoiced" refers to how the vocal chords are vibrating. You can feel this by wrapping one hand firmly around your throat and using the other to slap your face while you compare the voiced "b" in Bitch with the unvoiced "p" in Pathetic. I can't, of course, because remember I still have my panties stuffed in my mouth right now.
OK, so with "Bitch" dealt with, I need to talk about the elephant in the room, which is the word "cumdump". Now first of all, I haven't had any consensual sexual experiences that have involved being used in that way. But that being said, while I know it's super common on tumblr, "cumdump" really does nothing at all for me. You know what does? You know what word you can use for me that's so, so much more (squirming again) of a hit to my fried out brain?
"Cumtarget".
Again, it's the violence in the word. It's not a passive receptacle. There's no hierarchy, no danger, nothing about "cumdump" makes me prey. I know there's an ethos to a woman as a passive receiver but do you really want Sarah lying in bed like a dead fish? I want to be targeted. Hunted. Claimed. Overpowered. Defeated.
I'm drooling down my front.
In no particular order, here are a few other favorites.
Pathetic (that initial bilabial consonant, yes please)
Rapebait (p, b, targeting, violent)
Stupid (diminishing, disrespectful, "p" sound, obviously purposefully disrespectful since clearly I'm objectively not)
Dyke (complex)
Bimbo (bbbbbbbbbbb and see "stupid")
Backup Fuck (b, p, very explicitly hierarchical.)
Cunt
Weak
And some less violent:
Babygirl (heart emoji heart emoji heart emoji) (not ddlg)
Eye candy
[redacted because it's rooted in ableist language that I'm not comfortable using]
sorry I'm really wet right now this is too hard
And quickly, a few that just aren't that interesting
Slut (so overused it may as well just be "hello")
Whore (I literally was one)
Slave (you're divorced, wear a suit that's too tight, and love black and white gifs)
I hope that was insightful and that reading it improved your day. I'm going to put these panties back on and lick up the wet spot on the chair now.
xo
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The Church on Ruby Road (spoilers)
Oh my god! I absolutely loved that! Ncuti Gatwa is phenomenal. He's got so much presence right from the start, and there were some lovely little Doctor-ish quirks that he got across very nicely. I particularly liked his disdain for the Goblins' supposed time travel, him loving the name Lulubelle and the way he rattled off his police interview answers (though the bit about the proposal was perhaps a little too Sherlock). On a sadder note, his 'maybe I'm the bad luck' line was also delivered really well.
Ruby Sunday is pretty cool too, though I'm not quite as sold on her yet. Millie Gibson's performance felt just a trifle stilted to me, but I hope that goes away as she relaxes into the role. I loved her family, especially her gran. It's so nice to have a wider companion family like this again. We got it a bit with Yaz (and sort of Ryan and Graham), but I hope we get to see a bit more of this lot!
I wasn't sure what I was going to think of the Goblins, but I really like the alternative physics time travel thing they have going on with the language of luck. The Doctor's line about learning the vocabulary of rope was great; some real 'resonating concrete' vibes. But yes, the Goblins were fun and interesting. I don't know if they'll become anything particularly iconic, but not every villain needs to be.
The musical number was enormous fun. Obviously the first part was released ahead of time, but the Doctor and Ruby launching into a second part was unexpected and fantastic. Ncuti has a damn good voice. There have been questions about whether a musical episode of the show could work before, and I'm definitely here for it if there's ever a plan to give us more than just one song! Ruby's own ability to sing (improvisationally!) was also quite nicely set up with her being in a band.
Perhaps the best part of the episode was when Ruby was taken out of time. Her mum being a far more jaded and unhappy person, with even the lighting getting dimmer, was incredibly effective. Her declaring she was happy alone with tears in her eyes, the Doctor also crying, really got me. Ncuti's performance throughout that as well gave me a lot of faith in what's to come (not that I needed any, given what I've seen of him in Sex Education). (That 'then why are you crying' also had more than a hint of Amy crying for Rory.)
I have to mention the timeless child stuff. As with what he did with the flux in Wild Blue Yonder, I'm over the moon that RTD is taking things from the last era and actually doing stuff with it. I know there will be people angry about it because they expected him to retcon the whole thing, but I far prefer this approach. Granted, I never minded the timeless child stuff that much (unlike the flux), but it was really effective having the Doctor actually bring up the fact that he doesn't know where he's from. I wonder if RTD is planning to do anything more with it, or if it will just be used as character and relationship building material.
Smaller stuff:
We got another mavity mention, so is this just here to stay or is it part of a longer arc?
The way the gloves work didn't make sense to me. The way the Doctor explained them was as if the weight just shifted to the glove (which makes sense for making balancing and gripping easier), but if that's the case where does the extra weight come from when pulling the rope down? Oh well, I'll just imagine they're magic weight deletion/creation devices and move on with my life.
That spike through the Goblin King at the end was brutal! I'm surprised they were allowed to show it. No blood or anything, I suppose, but still!
Ruby's mother (we presume) was somehow still walking away after the Doctor's whole escapade with the Goblins. Bad directing (I might have bought it if she were much further away on a long road) or an indication of more at play? Either way, presumably this isn't the last of that plot thread!
What the hell is going on with Mrs Flood? When she was watching the Doctor towards the end, I thought it was pretty strange, and then in the mid-credits sequence I started to wonder if she was something more than she seemed. Then came the look to camera and her line about TARDISes⌠Technically, this could be a weird little moment a la Feast of Steven, but it seems more likely something else is at play. The Toymaker could bend the rules of reality, so perhaps she could be part of the legions he mentioned, able to break the fourth wall at will. We shall see, I suppose!
#doctor who#the church on ruby road#ncuti gatwa#millie gibson#ruby sunday#fifteen#doctor who spoilers#dw#mine#dwe15#this is my new tag for now to match the way I tag classic stuff#since we're going to be back at series 1 again (my way of tagging new who)#the e stands for era btw in case anyone is for some reason curious about my tagging system#as opposed to dws1 for example for series 1#I suppose I could have used d for doctor but I like it as it is#reactions#dwmine#I don't know why I'm using a title for once#but there we go#also - tiny thing - how did the priest not hear the raging goblin battle right above him?#and the final episode of ghosts is starting in less than half an hour!#my brain is being pulled in two directions oh no
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I've seen these things widely disliked in Pokemon games from SwSh onwards, and I'm hoping they'll be taken into account in the future (spoilers for SV and their DLCs):
Nobody is a fan of long intros, excessive tutorials, hand-holding throughout the intro and at other parts of the game, etc (though I haven't played SM or USUM, I've heard these games have it fairly bad too). SwSh at least allows you to skip the catching tutorial if you already have caught a Pokemon by the time Leon goes to show you, but this did not return later. Excessively long intros and tutorials can make a game hard to get into, and it's worse for returning players unless the mechanics have drastically changed. Hand-holding makes the player feel like they're playing little more than a playable cutscene.
Time travel just...isn't a good idea if it's not leading to anything. PLA didn't even resolve its time travel plotline, let alone explain how Ingo got there. SV left so many details about the time machine up in the air. And just what was the Pokemon that attacked Mabostiff? Arven would have accused Koraidon/Miraidon of doing so if the more aggressive one had done it since he doesn't know there's a second one, and you'd think he'd react to a paradox Pokemon of the same species on the way down to the Zero Lab, but he doesn't. We're just left to theorize. If a serious plot point isn't going to conclude, it's probably best not to do it at all. Being left to guess, theorize, hope for answers later, or get answers in supplementary material stops being fun fast, if it's fun at all. Time travel as a plot point just seems to cause more problems than create an interesting story.
So many people are not happy that the player was forced to lie to Kieran for the sake of the plot. You can argue that yes, Kieran's grandfather asked the player and Carmine not to tell him the truth yet, and the player, not being a member of the family, had no right to mess with what was technically not their business. However, it just doesn't sit well with so many people, especially because we're supposed to be befriending Kieran, and in the end it's something that took a lot of players out of the story. It may have been the most forced plot point of SV.
A lot of people are disappointed that at the end of the base game of SV, we weren't allowed to hug Arven, or otherwise comfort him in some way. The guy just found out that his estranged parent has been dead for years and had to meet the AI that's been impersonating his parent since then. And all this after nearly losing his Mabostiff. Instead of being able to comfort our friend in his time of need and newfound trauma, we instead decide to take a long, back road back to school like that just makes everything better. Doesn't make one feel like a good friend.
People were looking forward to Secret Bases in BDSP until they found out that instead of having a variety of decor to use as we did in DPPt, we instead got a bunch of statues. People were also hoping to decorate the dorm rooms in SV. The closest we got was changing the decor theme and music in the BB League club room, but even then the options were very limited. People enjoy being able to make a space their own, as well as being able to show it to others.
The school uniforms in SV were...not well liked. After a few games with many options for clothing, being forced into a uniform wasn't fun. The uniforms were often hard to coordinate with (particularly the Naranja Academy outfit) and even the jinbei and BB Academy uniforms often stifled creative expression. A lot of people were not happy about the complete lack of skirts and dresses in SV. Apparently this may have been due to them not wanting to upskirt people on Koraidon/Miraidon, but in SwSh all the skirts have modesty shorts built in. Not sure why, other than time constraints, this couldn't be implemented for SV.
There's probably a lot more, but this is what I've seen and heard a lot in my experience.
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Meeting Family Friends part 1
I know it's been awhile, but I'm back with more stories. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, Dragon Ball Z, and all characters from it mentioned, belong to Akira Toriyama, Lord X belongs to a Twitter user who goes by losermakesgames, and Mecha Sonic belongs to Takashi Iizuka. Everyone else belongs to @hiddeninthenullandvoid, who is helping me with writing for the next while or so.
It had been a few weeks since had trained with her dad and with various others in the multiverse, such as Goku, Vegeta, and Beerus.She was exhausted, even after a week long break, she still felt her muscles ache from the strain she put on them. Immortale, ever the kind soul, let her take a break back at her own universe, where she was currently relaxing underneath a tree. It was spring, warm weather, the sounds of other pokemon playing in the tall grass, and the smell of fresh air. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, not wanting to do much of anything as she felt her body melt into the ground below her in a relaxing way. She then heard the sound of a portal opening and her father stepping through, the portal closing behind him.
âSo, GiaâŚâ X said after it closed. âI hope youâre feeling a bit better from all that training.â
Gia responds that she is, but wishes her soreness would go away as she gets up and rubs her front left leg where she could still feel a bit of leftover pain. He mentions that itâll take time to heal and to rest for a bit longer. He mentions that it will help her get stronger.While she rests her sore body, X tells Gia why he is here.
âI have a surprise for you. Iâd like to take you on a little adventure, show you some of my friends, does that sound good to you?â asks X.
âSureâŚbeats doing nothing. Can I say goodbye to my friends first?â asks Gia, getting up on all fours.
âOf course,â X responds happily, knowing how important it is to keep in touch with friends.
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Gia runs off to the usual meeting place, where everyone decides to hang out and play some Pokemon games. Elan looks up from what theyâre playing and tackle hugs Gia.
âMy father wants me to meet some friends of his,â the female Eevee explained. âSo Iâm going to be going on a bit of a multiversal road trip for a while. I figured Iâd let you guys know ahead of time before I went.â
They all were ok with it, Reme wishing he could go on one someday too while Elan felt like something major was going to happen. The male Eevee made her promise to stay safe with one final hug, and she promised while he hugged back. Water Gun told her âGood luck.â before asking for her to bring back something cool for him.
With the goodbyes said, X picks up Gia and sets her on his shoulder, before focusing his power into a small, rusty ring. The ring expands, becoming larger than X, with a portal opening in the center of the ring. It showed a field of dying grass, with a yellow sky. The scent of blood wafts from the portal, making Giaâs nose scrunch up in disgust. X steps through the ring, and into the strange new world. Once there, the ring closes behind them, and X sets Gia down on the ground. The grass feels rough under Gia, like walking on sandpaper almost. There weren't any sounds of animals to be heard, only the sounds of wind and waves crashing against rocks. It put Gia on edge as she walked through the field, looking up at X, wondering who he was meeting here.
âThis place belongs to an old friend of mine, Lord X. Heâs a good guy, I think youâll get along just nicely.â
Gia looks forward again, and spots a strange looking hedgehog, leaning against a tree. She slowly approaches, and the hedgehog turns, facing Gia. They are a bit on the short side, with periwinkle colored fur, black eyes with red Xâs for pupils. They smile, their teeth being a dark yellow in color. X waves to them, and they wave back.
âAh, X, good to see you my friend, what brings you here?â says the hedgehog, whom Gia can only assume is Lord X.
âGood to see you too, Iâm taking my daughter Gia on a little adventure. Wanted to introduce her to you first.â says X, motioning to Gia.
Gia waves and introduces herself as the one being talked about. Lord X walks a bit closer, and kneels down to look her in the eyes. He softly laughs, and reaches a gnarled hand out to scratch under Gia��s chin, which she slightly pulls back at.
âNo need to worry, Iâm just wondering how youâre soâŚdifferent than your fathers, you mustnât be born fromâŚnormal means, are you?â asks Lord X.
X clears his throat, catching Lord Xâs attention.
âYes, Gia was found as a normal Pokemon egg, which Immortale went and healed. Sheâs the 2nd oldest child.â
Gia nods to confirm itâs true. Lord X stands up, and stretches a bit.
âSo, weâve been introduced, you need to leave, or do you wish to stay for tea?â
X nods, and looks over into the setting sun.
âThat would be nice, you arenât currently transmitting, are you?â
Lord X shakes his head no.
âTransmitting?â Gia asks mostly to herself aloud. âTransmitting what?â
âNo, Iâve gotten a shot, wonât be transmitting any X-12-â Lord X stops, and looks to Gia.
âX-12, a virus that turns people like you, into demons like me.â
âIâve never heard of it,â She explains.
âWell, both of your fathers have it, lucky son of a gun canât transmit it, at least not in the normal sense.â
âIs that why I donât have it?â She asks.
âYour dad said it just a bit ago, you were made from an egg, not through the normal means. So you didnât get it through genes. I have a kid of my own, made the normal way, and they have it because I have it. Passes down through parents to the kids."
âOh,â Gia responds, feeling a bit dumb before remembering the tea. âYou said something about tea, didnât you?â
Lord X nods, âThat I didâŚhere, Iâll take us there.â Lord X turns away from Gia and X, and begins to walk through the field.
âCome along now, itâs only a few minutes from here on foot.â
X walks behind Lord X, following him through the field, while Gia quickly runs to catch up with them.
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The sun continues to set on the horizon, and it slowly grows darker and darker, with no sight of Lord Xâs home anywhere. The sky slowly fades from a dull orange, to a dark red. Itâs also getting hard to see, but soon, a large building can be seen in the distance.
âThereâs my home, it took a bit longer to get here than I thoughtâŚâ says Lord X.
âHow long does it normally take?â Gia asks curiously.
âIt takes about 10, maybe 15 minutes normally for me,â says Lord X. Gia looks at the large building, trying to figure out what it is. It looks like a large mansion, with dark purple bricks. There isnât a fancy yard, just a simple dirt path that leads up to the front doors. Lord X leads X and Gia up to them.
âHere we are, once inside, feel free to make yourself at home, Iâll have someone make the tea.â Lord X goes up to the door, and goes to open it.
Thanks again for reading and yes we have returned to present day type stuff. Once again, @hiddeninthenullandvoid is being a cowriter of sorts for me for however long it needs to happen. It might be a short while or a long while, but for the time being they're going to help me write these stories. Thank you for reading, and sorry it's probably longer than usual.
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Come Home With Me
This is part of an ongoing project of playing with Hadestown, in order to address what I consider to be some dramaturgical issues in the latest version.
This is going off of the other edits made in this post, which 1) change the order of the first few songs so that Orpheus and Eurydice are escalating more smoothly in closeness, 2) and so that Orpheus actually uses his music in community AND as a first gesture to Eurydice, and 3) so that the magic love song isn't something that Orpheus is doing intentionally nor is it something that Hermes explains to him....leaving that realization for Epic III, with Hades and Persephone. Goals are a smoother escalation to romance & revolution alike, and a clearer theory of change w/r/t the magic love melody, (among other things). Most of this is restructuring rather than re-writing -- consider it just another contribution to Working on a Song, an unofficial other version, among many.
If I were re-structuring Hadestown, for starts, I would also change the song order to:
Road to Hell
Any Way the Wind Blows
Epic 1
Come Home w/ Me
Wedding Song
Livinâ it Up on Top
...so, this comes between Epic 1 and Wedding Song. Orpheus has just finished the la la las at the end of Epic 1, which is the first time we've heard them. Here is "Come home with me"
eurydice: itâs a nice songâŚif you like borrowing someone elseâs melody
Orpheus: i didnât, when I looked at you it came to me
E: you sure it's not an old songâŚI feel like Iâve known it all along
O: well then, how does it end
E: I donât know
O: I do
E: oh yeah? what will it be?
O: when you come home with me
E: and who are you?
O: the man whoâs gonna marry you. Iâm Orpheus
E: EurydiceÂ
O: your name is like a melody
E: a singer, is that what you are?
O: I also play the lyre
E: a liar and a player too â Iâve met too many men like you
O: oh, Iâm not like that
E: yeah? what makes you different?
O: you see the world?
E: I do
O: Iâll make it beautiful for you. for you Iâll change the way it is
E: with what?
O: with this
E: Ha! you play it wellâŚbut only the gods can change the world. You and me canât change a thing
O: come on, let me sing you spring
E: spring? I havenât seen a spring or fall since â I canât recall
O: Iâll sing you a song so beautiful / it brings the world back into tune / back into time / and all the flowers will bloom / when you become my wife
E: are you always this certain?
O: when I can look at you, I am
E: when you look at me, what do you see?
O: I see someone stronger than me. I see someone who survives
E: so why should I become your wife?
O: Iâll make you feel alive
E: aliveâŚthatâs worth a lot. What else you got?
[wedding song goes here]
At the end of the song, they kiss
E: thatâs good
O: itâs not finished
MORE KISS
THEN in act 2, after he sings the song for Hades, we get a repeat, but inverted:
E: is that how it ends?
O: I donât know
E: I doÂ
O: you do? Â
E: -- take me home with you
ââââââââââââ
Liner Notes:
this pulls a lot from the NYTW version, including the kiss. not my fault itâs better, ok?
sets up each of them saying âI doâ before wedding song
âare you always this certainâ / âwhen I can look at you, I amâ is trying to do a few things
certain: i changed this from confident in the nytw version, because iâm interested not in a cocky orpheus, but one is who is certain, steadfast in his sense of possibility (at least as long as he's looking at her). I was looking for other words that also had a connotation of hopeful, and considered "sure", because I like that sure has the association with âsurefootedâ -- but, certain rhymes with "again" in the reprise, so, it becomes certain up here for consistency
when i CAN look at you: i added the âcan,â because I want I wanted to underline that heâs only surefooted until the moment he canât. It might be unnecessary underlining, but for now I like it
The inversion at the end -- she's come round from the doubt in "come home w/ me (reprise)"
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The Convenience Store
11:21pm
I left that party earlier than I expected, but I also did not expect it to be thatâŚun-fun.
The people were utterly boring and Annâwho invited me there, talked to me for a good five minutes before ditching me in the wild.
One problem: I am all out of money for a taxi and the best I can do is a bus home. I have been walking for a good hour but I have not seen a single chariot of public transportation just yet. Come to think of it, I havenât seen any vehicles.
I donât remember the road being this unoccupied when I arrived earlier by Grab. I know, if I had money to Grab from home, why not to home, right? WellâŚI wanted to look good when I arrived? Come on, donât judge a brother.
Plus, I was pretty sure I was going to hitch a ride from whoever was going my general direction, but clearly leaving the party early did not include these perks.
Did I take a wrong turn somewhere? Itâs just that this is all so unfamiliar and I am usually pretty good at remembering landmarks. I canât really check my phone for GPS since Iâm all out of mobile data, so Iâm stuck with my instincts.
Wait.
Over there.
A light.
This has been the only sign of civilization since I left Annâs house, and I am ecstatic to at least ask another living soul for directionsâor at least where I am. Jesus if they could ask me how my day was Iâll definitely obligeâthe hour of walking is exhausting.
As I come closer, I see that the light is coming from a small establishment. A convenience store.
YES!
I push open the glass door and the chimes signify that a customer has arrived.
A cheerful-looking lady await me in the cashier.
Her mouth opened a little and she looked surprised to see me. Maybe she was expecting to slack off the whole evening.
âWelcome to 8-12! Open 8 days a week, 12 months long!â she chimed in a loud and cheerful���but monotonousâtone. I still heard her hesitation though, so I guess she really wasnât expecting someone to come in at this hour.
AlsoâŚwhat a weird catchphrase. I donât give it another thought as companies are known to make some kind of catchy slogan that doesnât really make sense.
I make my way to the counter.
âHello miss. Do you happen to know which way the nearest bus station is?â I ask.
She looks at me like I asked her why sheâs not giving me the money in the counter. She does not answer though.
âThe bus station. Or bus stop. Do you know where it is?â
âDelivery is early.â She murmured.
âSorry?â What did she mean by that? Are the buses here the type that carry cargo like fruits and vegetables on it as well? I mean Iâm fine with that but does she mean that I missed it?
âUh nothing.â
There goes my hopes that someone might point me to the right direction.
I sigh and suddenly, I realize that I havenât eaten since I left home. I mean I drank a little beer with some chips in the party, but that doesnât really count.
Alright, if Iâm going to continue my journey home, I better get myself something to eat first. I check my phone and see that the time is 11:41. Thatâs how long I took?
I browse along the shelves and found me a chicken sandwich and soda. This should be enough to get to the bus stopâwherever the fuck it ends up being.
As I walked to the counter, I see a convex security mirror and canât help myself. I pull out my phone and take a mirror selfie on it. This will be a good story to tell to my friends, if anything.
The cashier is still looking at me weird as I put down my items on counter top. She toots them both and says, â120 pesos, sir.â
Ainât that a bit expensive? I donât say that though, as I am too hungry to discuss anything.
My train of thought is interrupted when I notice that she is pointing to the table in the corner. âPlease, have a seat.â
You know what, maybe sheâs just new here. That will explain her being jumpy and all. I walk toward the table she was pointing to and noticed something odd.
Thereâs a sign posted on the wall by table. Its one of those gender neutral signs you usually find outside restrooms that are both for male and female. What an extremely odd spot for this sign to be in.
I ignore it and proceed to munch on my sandwich, thinking of my plan of action. I canât really do anything besides walk toward the same way.
Oh, eureka!
I might not have enough money for a Grab, but I can definitely purchase some mobile data for Maps.
Just before I can stand up and make my way to the counter though, a group of three men enter the store. They look about my age and I know what youâre thinking, but they donât look suspicious to me at all.
Iâll wait for them to buy whatever they want to buy, then Iâll get my mobile data. I donât want to be a hassle if theyâre just here for a quick beer run.
I watch them converse with the cashier. Shouldnât they just go straight to the fridges or shelves? Maybe theyâre asking for a specific brand. I see the guy talking to the cashier catch a quick glance at me, and it sent shivers down my spine.
What the fuck is the deal with that?
To distract myself, I go on my phone and pretend Iâm busy. As you already know, I do not have mobile data, so I donât really have much to do. I open my Gallery to look at the memes I saved. That should keep me entertained.
I donât do that though. Upon opening my Gallery, the latest picture I took caught my eye. I open the file and my brows furrow.
I look fine, but the cashier whose reflection should be in the mirror isnât there. More accurately, something else is in their place. I canât make it out for some reason, but my phoneâs decent camera caught everything in crisp resolution. The cashier thoughâor whatever is in her placeâis just a blurry shadow looking thing with a mouth.
My instincts tell me run.
However, my ears tell me that there are footsteps behind me. Pretty soon, my eyes tell me that the boy having a talk with the âcashierâ is now sitting in front of me. Everything feels like its closing onto me. My ears tell me nothing now. All I hear is the sound of my own heartbeat getting louder and louder. I see him mouth the word âhello,â but I have no interest in lip-reading right now.
I slide my vision onto the security mirror once more.
I see myself
And three other very different things.
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I don't know why they keep appearing at my cabin. It's really only a small shack, barely enough space for the bed, wood stove, and a spot to put down some gear, but this is the fourth time this has happened. Last time was a nice young woman, didn't take long before she recovered and was able to continue on her journey, but this guy, I KNOW this guy. Or I should say, I know OF this guy. He's the one from the memes, the "Celebrity Chef Who Insults People". Oh well, I have tea steeping already.
I help him onto the bed, and make sure the stove is stoked, I don't want him to freeze to death.
...
It takes a few days for him to get up and walking about, he's barely coherent for the first day, the cold will do that a person, just makes it hard to think. But once he fully warmed up, and was able to drink tea by himself he started recovering quickly. I'm glad I have a stockpile of supplies out here, it's always difficult when it starts snowing, it could be weeks before I can get out to get more supplies.
...
It's been about a week, he keeps trying to sleep on the floor and "let" me have the bed. Almost amusing really. Does he think a woman alone in the wilderness is worried about sleeping on a floor? Especially seeing as I have the bear skins, the floor is probably more comfortable than the bed anyway. I rarely used it before he showed up, I mostly kept it for looks, or for when I have guests.
It's a solid snowfall outside, pity too, as he keeps talking about wanting to rescue people from an airplane crash, apparently that's what he's doing out here. I told him I let someone know of it, so their should be help arriving at the crash site, but I don't think he believes me. Keeps asking about a radio, or a phone, but I don't have any electronics at the cabin.
I do hope the message got through though, I can't send another until I get back to town. But not in this weather, or at least, not and expect him to survive until I get back.
...
The snows are starting to let up, almost two solid weeks of snow. Gordon has been helpful in many ways, I was loathe to ask a celebrity to shovel snow, but we need to keep the paths clear to the root cellar (I really need to get an inside entry built sometime), and the outhouse. The water storage is holding up, which is great too. Oh, and he's been teaching me new meals to make with the herbs and vegetables on hand. There's this one dish he taught me to make using eggplant that's almost meaty in flavour and texture, I don't know how he did it! And he's nothing like I expected him to be from his shows (we've talked a little about that), apparently he gets irate at people who insist on calling themselves chefs who turn in poor quality work, but he loves it when people are trying to learn and are willing to figure out what to do right.
I'm guessing the snows will pass in a few days, I should see if he can help teach me how to use some of my dried meat more effectively... the day after tomorrow is probably good.
...
So, last night I said goodbye to Gordon. He really did help with some nicer ways to use the small supply of meat I have. He was rather surprised that I had any at first, but he explained a few different ways. Apparently my usual "make it into stew" for the dried meat can also be used as a more starter, as a way to rehydrate and infuse more flavour into the meat. He even gave me a few tips on how better to preserve some of the meat, when I mentioned how it sometimes goes bad. He did comment a little on the meat texture, apparently he'd never used that type of meat before. Very nice person in the end though. Tender in a way.
I hope the road to town isn't too treacherous for him. He seemed understanding when I told him the directions there, and that while it should be fine, it'd be a few more days before I could leave the cabin unattended. I mean, he's a chef, not someone who understands the wilderness like I do. I hope he comes back, sometime.
And I do have a lot of work to do after the snows, and all this fresh meat to get started drying.
You are in an isolated cabin for the weekend during a snowstorm. Youâre about to start dinner and get cozy, when a man knocks on your door; half-dead, frozen, and starving. His name? Gordon Ramsey.
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Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)
hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Word count: 2.1K
Genre: angst,fluff
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Tsukishima:
You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago
Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds
As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too
You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual
Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament.Â
So heâs left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Todayâs task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishimaâs opinion on (since heâs always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)
Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today⌠it closes at 5pm??
Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so Iâll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3
Y/N: Okay! See you then <3
You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe youâll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.
2:45PM
You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went byâŚ
3:14PM
Surprised that Kei isnât here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when youâve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume heâs stuck in traffic or something.
3:32
Youâre still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell youâre desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying heâlll be there soon.
4:00
Heâs now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesnât seem to really care.
5:15
After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and thatâs if he ever joins you for dinner)
Youâre washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. âUgh practice was draining todayâ he said, tiredÂ
You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didnât show up AND THEN didnât even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. âBabe, whats for dinnerâ He asked entering the living room.
AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://
You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke âY/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-â Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff youâve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,
âY/N.. what the fuck is this shitâ
That made you take a pause, and freeze âThat is all heâs worried aboutâ you think. As youâre still ignoring him and heâs wondering why you decided to buy all this âcrapâ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.
âY/N you really think weâre putting this shit on the walls..?â He askedÂ
You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate youâve been washing since heâs got here ( you definitely know itâs clean by now but who cares )âY/N, are you listening to meâ He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you âWhy the fuck would you buy this??âÂ
By now you were raged, âIs that ALL you care about!â You shout âYou donât care how Iâve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you donât care youâre so self obsessed that all youâve been doing is going to practice and complaining!â
He was about to speak before you stopped him again âOh and by the way if youâve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU shouldâve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.â after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you.Â
You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again.Â
âY/N Iâm sorry I-â He starts
âOh shut the fuck up Tsukishimaâ You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the processÂ
âShitâ You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.
âY/N iâm sorry about EVERYTHINGâ he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. âWhat can I do to make this all better?â
âJust fuck off Tsukiâ You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes
âIâm not leaving until I know youâre okayâ he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury âJust come sit down so i can atleast bandage your handsâ
You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.
âY/N. I am really truly sorry I-â He says
âWhy donât you care anymore?â You interrupt tears now streaming down your face âI know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymoreâ you cried
âIâm sorry iâve been so busy itâs just practice and tournaments and ⌠I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I donât want to mess anything upâ he said âAnd Iâm sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and Iâm just really sorry Y/Nâ
He goes over to the things youâve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option)Â âThis is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.â
He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. âI just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us â you say
âI will and I do.. I always doâ He said pulling you into a hugÂ
âI love you Keiâ You say into his chestÂ
âI love you tooâÂ
You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.
Iwaizumi:
You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool
Youâve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa
Youâre very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure youâre not too hard on yourself
You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection.Â
Youâre in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual
â5 more minutesâ you think to yourself knowing damn well itâs going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.
You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime
Haji: Y/N how was your dayÂ
Haji: What do you want for dinner
Haji: I think we should get chinese
Haji: Y/N⌠you alive
Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/
Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope youâre not in the gym Y/N
Haji: Iâm coming to the gym⌠you better not be there
By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..
âY/N.. I thought you said you wasnât going to keep overworking yourself this termâ He said slowly approaching youÂ
âJustâ set âGottaâ set âFixâ set âMyâ set âFormâÂ
âYour set is fine babe, itâs perfect ⌠youâre perfectâ he says reaching out to touch you
âWell I guess perfect isnât good enough thenâ you mumble
âY/N thatâs not what I meantâ He responds touching your shoulder
Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all.Â
You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. âHes going to hate you nowâ you think.
You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.
âI know you didnât mean it Y/Nâ he said pulling you under his armÂ
âIwa, Iâm so so sorry I didnât mean to stay late in the gym itâs just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just ⌠wanted it all to be perfect â You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset âI am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely validâ
You donât want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist âyouâre not leaving till I know youâre okayâ he says
which makes you laugh a bit âItâs crazy that Iâm the one that messed up, yet youâre worrying about meâ
âWell thatâs my job Y/N, I always worry about you when youâre overworking yourself and being hard on yourself itâs not goodâ he said âaccidents happen, I know you didnât intend on me getting hurt and I know youâre going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worryâ
A week later, all was forgotten Iwaâs cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasnât your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.
Youâre now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajimeâs words you are perfect.
AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. Iâm not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!Â
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I saw that ask about the monologue and I hope you're not tired of talking about this. I feel like I don't know what to think about it and the details of it anymore because I've seen so many different takes.
Mike didn't understand that Will was talking about himself (which is what I believe). But if he's supposedly in love with Will why was he all happy to hear about "El's" feelings and smiled like that?
Or he did understand what Will was saying and then thought Will pushed him away by telling him to confess to El in SBP?
Also, is Mike aware he's in love with Will? Because if he's aware that means he consciously lied to El about his romantic feelings in the monologue. If he meant it platonically, is El aware of that?
If he's not aware, why did he smile at Will like that in the van? And why did he reject his hug at the airport?
If he bought Will's lies and felt reassured about his relationship, why did he hesitate for a second before saying ILY?
If he didn't buy Will's lies and wanted to break up with El before the monologue, does that mean he knowling lied to her by making it at least seem romantic?
I'm sure there's more, I just don't know how to piece it all together anymore đŤ Can you help? I believe in bi Mike btw.
Hello there! This is going to be a long one lmao I think I have already explained all that I think about the new season in my bi mike power point, but here's a recap:
Mike in season 4 has just started to understand that he feels in a different way towards Will, he likes him and this is making him panic a little because he's a boy, and he's confused because he does like El too, so he doesn't get what the hell is happening to him or why he feels so weird when he's with Will, he does not entirely understand his own feelings yet, he still thinks that what he feels for Will must be platonic (or at least he's trying to convince himself of this) but he feels jealousy towards him, he missed him more than anyone else, even El and he feels himself only when they are together, he wants Will in his life and at the same time he was having doubts about his own relationship with El because it's being more and more difficult to keep up the act with her, he feels inferior to El, so he tries to be more cool because he's scared that she will leave him⌠this doesn't make him feel good about himself, and he was having problems about saying the I love you to her because of a few reasons, he doesn't exactly know why yet - he was reflecting on it himself during the whole road trip with Will - that's why he says to him that he didn't know what to say to El, he didn't know exactly why it was so difficult for him to say it⌠the reasons are:
1 ) he was not feeling sure of feeling that and didn't want to lie to her
2 ) he subconsciously knows he has feelings for Will and that blocks him from fully committing to El
3 ) he felt that saying the I love you would have made him and El closer and that means that if El leaves him after that then the fact that he was vulnerable with her meant that it would hurt so much more ( this is what Mike himself tells her )
so Mike arrives in Lenora and he tries to be the perfect boyfriend for her even if it doesn't feel right, he is putting up an act and trying to be cool for El and be fun and not a nerd, he is at the same time feeling jealous about Will and scared that Will doesn't want him in his life anymore, his mind is split between them and that makes him act irrational and makes him accuse Will of not telling him about El having problems when she lies to him because in reality he is angry at Will for not reaching out more to him.
anyway⌠the whole bully thing happens and Mike starts to feel a bit betrayed by El because she lied to him for months, but he still likes her and wants to resolve their problems and keep that relationship even if it's not working out⌠so Mike makes some dumb comments at dinner but the morning after he feels like shit about it and he wants to resolve things with El⌠he goes in her room to talk and they have the fight
Mike acts defensive the moment El talks about how he can't say the I love you to her because he doesn't want her to know the true reasons because if she knew she would break up with him and he doesn't want that. He still loves her (platonically) and idealizes her in his mind. He does believe she is amazing and all of that, but he doesn't see her as El, he sees her as his super girlfriend⌠that's not true love but he doesn't get that yet!!!
El understands that he's not in love with her during their fight, so she decides to leave him behind and go to take her powers back and leaves a note for him that was basically a half break up note
Mike now is panicking because he's worried she's going to dump him again⌠he now thinks he should have just said the I love you to her even if he was not sure.
Will helps him calm down and makes him remember that when they see each other again they can fix things⌠but the more Mike talks with Will the less he's sure that he actually wants to fix things with her⌠he doesn't feel like they are meant to be, him and El⌠he doesn't feel like El understands him.
Will gives him something else to think about when he says that they have to go back to Hawkins and save their friends, he prepares but he also starts thinking about how much he loves Will, his best friend, and how much he's grateful that he has Will in his life. He decides he has to talk to him before they leave, he goes in his room and starts thanking him for helping and starts apologizing for how he acted with him
Why didn't he hug him at the airport? Because he was feeling awkward because he has a crush on Will, he's not completely aware, or like.. he is but he's trying to push that down and ignore it and stay best friends⌠he is terrified of things changing between them and thinks that Will is straight anyway lmao
Anyway they depart and start the journey and his feelings towards Will are growing, that's why we have the triple take in the desert, he's feeling so so close to Will and noticing him in another light (a gay light lmao) but at the same time he is still worried about El and he is still trying to be normal and has the idea of fixing things with herâŚ
he talks with Will on top of that car and Will tells him something that makes him think:
Yes, he is scared that El will not like the truth - the truth is that he is not sure that he loves her. Mike doesn't get that Will was talking about himself too because Mike thinks Will is straight.
They act as a team when they go to Suzie and then, finally, they are now in the van:
In the van Mike is thinking about his relationship with El and he is feeling like maybe they were never destined to be together, he likes her but he feels like she's too much for him, he doesn't feel worthy and the relationship is not feeling as it should⌠he feels like El doesn't need him at all and⌠he is confused⌠he does like her but there is something that is not working and he is terrified of losing her from his life so he does want to keep dating her at this point
this is were Will should have shut the fuck up lmao
Will starts talking and gives Mike all the reassurance he needed to keep thinking that he can fix his problems with El.
Why does Mike look at Will that way if he doesn't understand that Will is talking about himself?
because he is having a reaction to Will's words, he is in love with his words, and also has a reaction to Will himself but he doesn't realize that fully in that moment, I think he half hopes that those words were only from Will but he believes Will's lie that they are from El even if it doesn't feel like it, because he believes Will would not lie to him.
If you notice, every time that Will talks about how the painting is from El he looks a bit disappointed and that's because what he really was trying to say before was that even if he doesn't want to lose her he is not sure about him feeling romantic love for her. When he smiles at the end of the speech that Will makes that smile is fondness and gratitude for Will being there for him, that smile is about his own love for Will alone, that doesn't mean that he realized he is in love with Will yet, that means that he is grateful for Will existing and is feeling feelings for himâŚ
they go on and they find Eleven in the desert and in the reunion we can see a look of inner conflict on Mike's face when he looks at both El and Will, this is because he is feeling conflicted and confused. He likes El but has feelings for Will too and is now more aware that he has feelings for him⌠plus the reunion with El didn't feel romantic to him, he didn't have butterflies, he didn't feel like kissing her.
they go on and yeah, he's not sure but he feels like they have to talk and fix things, so in the pizza place he tries to talk to her, I think he has the intention of saying the I love you, but it's not working out, he's not feeling it⌠the words don't want to come out of his mouth.
they get interrupted⌠and boom!
El is dying, Will is telling him to say what he feels for El, meaning that Will doesn't have any feelings for him in Mike's mind⌠Mike does love El, he believed that El feels like Will said in the van and wants her alive and is terrified of losing her, so he starts talking but⌠he hesitates before saying it because he is forcing it out⌠because subconsciously he knows that what he is saying he is saying it in a platonic sense⌠he is super confused, but he wants to help so he starts his monologue and all that he says he means it⌠it just is in a platonic sense!
after he says it he thought that would solve all the problems in their relationship, but this doesn't happen, El understood that she doesn't feel in love with Mike when Mike told her he loves her, so now El is unsure on what to do next, she doesn't want to hurt Mike⌠Mike is heavily confused about how he feels, but one thing that he knows for sure is that he wants to be near Will all the timeâŚ
I think El wants to break up with Mike now but I don't think she is 100% sure that Mike meant that platonically
Mike believed Will's lie and that's what will cause drama next season because when he finds out that those were not El's feelings all the base for his own monologue for El breaks down, that will make him angry with Will, and he will want to know why Will lied⌠the love confession happens, Will is probably going to be in danger and this springs Mike into the realization that he's actually in love with Will Byers - they kiss, they live happy forever!
Hope this helps!! :)
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Gilded Gold - Yandere!Vampire Prince!Jaehyun X Reader
Yandere AU, Vampire AU, & Prince AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Someone goes a little feral at the end there)
Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader
Words:Â 22,845
Warnings: Jaehyun is pretty sadistic and manipulative in this one, as such there is a lot of violence and gore mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Itâs finally here! Omg, after months (again) of nothing, I'm really happy with the length of this one and how it turned out. Certain scenes are really good in my opinion, so hopefully you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoyed writing them. Iâve nearly had this idea planned out for almost a year, so I'm happy that I've finally finished writing it all out. Tbh, certain scenes are pretty self indulgent... Anyways, I do really hope you enjoy this one, please do let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated!
âIs everything prepped and ready for tomorrow?â He asks, expression stern as he looks towards his adviser.Â
âYes, my Prince,â with a nod from the adviser, a smirk begins to slowly spread itself across Jaehyunâs lips.
âPerfect,â a dark look takes over his features, smirk now fully formed as he thinks over his plan once more.
Tomorrow will change everything, and he can hardly wait. For too long heâs waited, watching in the shadows until this day would come. Until finally, he can have everything that heâs ever wanted. Tomorrow, heâll finally have you.
From the first moment he saw you all those months ago, he knew he had to have you. The way you so willingly went out of your way to help your neighbours with their little market stand only confirmed to Jaehyun that youâre a kindhearted individual. However, if it werenât for the way you cussed out an older man for attempting to hit on your younger sister, he would have assumed you to be too soft. That is what intrigued him: that you could look so innocent on the outside, but on the inside, contain a strong, level-head, is what drew him to you.
Since then, heâs been sneaking out of the castle at least five times a week to find you, and once he did, he couldnât stop himself from simply observing you. He became another shadow in the night, and you were none the wiser as to the monster lurking just outside of your window.
The day he learnt that you had no potential suitors, he swears he had never been happier in all his long years of living. It took him a bit of persuading, but he eventually convinced his mother to let himself actively pursue you. She was a bit wary at first, having never met you, nor even having heard of you before. The fact that youâre a mere human, and a commoner, no less, concerned her greatly. However, he made sure to take care of everything before your arrival. After all, youâre his responsibility now, and heâll make sure to take care of you in any and every way that he can.Â
Soon, the whole kingdom will know that you are meant to be his, the Crown Princeâs very own betrothed. The announcement might turn some heads, considering everyone is aware of the vampire society, and how the creatures of the night reign over them, but heâs counting on the support from those whom support interspecies relationships. It will be a huge step in a positive direction for his family to bring a common human into their inner circle. Not that you would have a choice, whether you know it or not.
That night, he barely gets any rest, too excited for what is to come tomorrow. He has it all planned out, the outfit heâs going to wear, how heâs going to make a grand entrance when meeting you for the first time, as well as the first thing heâs going to say to you once he sees you.Â
His eyes flash red. Fuck, he finally gets to see you in person with you actually aware of his presence this time. Oh, how he can hardly wait to see your reaction when you gaze upon him for the first time. A smirk slowly tugs at his lips as he envisions the scene in his head, your awestruck face, the wonder shining in your eyes, and the way youâll bite your lip as you take him in with the realization that heâs all yours.
Tomorrow cannot come fast enough.
That next morning you are awoken by the sound of your mother answering the front door. Muffled voices reach your ears as you bury yourself deeper into the warmth of your comforter. The sound of your door creaking has your eyes flinging open as your mother storms into your room.
âGet up! Thereâs a royal advisor at our front door asking for you, personally,â she tears your blankets off of you before moving over to your dresser to pull out some of your nicest clothes. âApparently he has a message from the Prince. For you.â
âFor me?â Your head is reeling at the thought of a royal advisor visiting you with a personal message from the Prince himself. What would the Prince want with you? You have no idea.
âYes, you,â your mother tuts at your confused look as you clamber out of bed. âNow hurry up and get dressed. Donât keep him waiting.â
Without another word, your mother leaves your room, heading back downstairs so as not to keep the advisor alone for too long. She would have made your sister keep him company, but she had to go to work this morning.
Squinting at your now closed door, you shift your gaze over to the outfit she has so meticulously picked out for you to wear. The clothes are quite literally the nicest ones you own, and your frown deepens. What message could possibly warrant you wearing your nicest clothes?
Yawning, you rub at the sleep still in your eyes. Screw formalities, itâs just a message, it canât be that serious. Forgoing the outfit, you quickly head to the bathroom to freshen up and at least make yourself look presentable. No matter what this message turns out to be, youâre going to hop right back into bed afterwards anyways, so you see no point in getting dressed.
Making your way downstairs, you hear soft chatter coming from the front room, and as soon as you enter you can feel your motherâs scrutinizing gaze on you for not changing. You briefly make eye contact with her before turning your attention to the unfamiliar man standing across from her. You can already tell from his proper stature and from the royal emblem hanging proudly on the left side of his uniform that heâs the advisor.
âAh, good, you must be Miss (Y/n), itâs a pleasure to meet you,â he bows to you. âMy name is Minho, and I come bearing a message from Prince Jaehyun himself.â
You bow back respectfully, nodding for him to continue as your mother smiles almost nervously from the side of the room.
âYou are to be moved to the castle immediately,â he says as your eyes go wide. âYou are to be betrothed to Prince Jaehyun effective immediately.â
âExcuse me?â Your jaw has dropped, disbelief clear on your face.
âYou are to be moved-â
âNo, no, I heard you,â you cut him off, âI meant, what the actual fuck?â
â(Y/n)!â Your mother scolds.
âWhat? Youâre telling me that this completely unprompted visit is to tell me I am to become the princeâs fiancĂŠe without any say in the matter?â You ask, incredulously.
âI apologize, I should have been clearer,â Minho clears his throat. âYou do get a choice, as it is the Princeâs intention to court you first. However, in doing so, it requires you to come stay at the palace for the time being.â
âI-â your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, âdo I have a choice in this?â
âOf course!â Minho immediately responds. âI understand this is very sudden, and probably very confusing, but the Prince promised to explain everything once you have arrived to the palace for the day. We really shouldnât keep him waiting too long.â
âI-â youâre about to object once more when your mother cuts you off.
âGo with him, sweetie,â you frown at the look sheâs giving you. You donât think youâve ever heard her voice sound so tense, completely different to how she looked when she first entered your room not ten minutes ago. âHe told me you would have to leave immediately, so Iâll send a few bags with your stuff later this week.â
âBut mom-â
âNo buts,â she smiles, but it doesnât quite reach her eyes. âThis is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the Prince chose you, no less. Please be on your best behaviour.â
âGreat, then itâs settled!â Minho smiles, beginning to exit the room in order to walk towards the front door. He places a hand at the small of your back and guides you along with him, with you too stunned to say much else. âThank you for your hospitality,â he bows to your mother once at the door, âweâll be in touch.â
With those words, he is leading you out of the front and to the car that awaits at the end of the driveway. By now, a few of your neighbours have stepped outside their homes to view what is going on, and you can see them whispering to themselves as you are ushered into the back seat. You only wish you got to say goodbye to your sister before you had to leave.
âGuess leaving is so urgent that I canât change out of my pyjamas, huh?â You joke, a hint of seriousness to your tone as you cross your arms.Â
Minho soon slides into the front seat beside the driver whom has been waiting in the car this whole time.
âIâm afraid not, Miss,â he replies, pulling out his phone. âWeâre on a tight schedule today.â
You sigh, leaning your head on your hand as you look out of the window. You see more neighbours watching the car go down the road as you drive off, and you begin to wonder how you even got into this mess. Though you will admit, a part of you is intrigued. To catch the eye of the Prince, the Vampire Prince, no less, is causing your heart to race.Â
Youâve seen a few photos of the Prince before in passing, and he does look very handsome, so a part of you is curious to see if thatâs actually true. Another part of you feels excitement at the thought of being sought after by the prince himself. Maybe thatâs why youâre not putting up more of a fuss at this matter. A sigh escapes your lips at the thought, and you begin to wonder what exactly is in store for you once you arrive at the castle.
About forty-five minutes later, you arrive at the palace. Your breath is quite literally stolen away as you gaze upon the fortress in awe, taking in the arches and crevices in the architecture, along with its massive size.
âIf you think the outside is grand, just wait until you see the inside,â Minho chuckles, noting your gaze of wonderment.
His words manage to pull you out of your admiration of the palace and back to the steps in front of you which lead up to the front doors. Shaking your head slightly, you clear your thoughts. Youâre sure youâll have plenty of time to admire and explore the castle once you get settled inside.
âSo, uhâŚâ you trail off, following Minho up the steps, not knowing what to ask first.
âIâll be leading you to your personal chambers while youâre going to be staying here, then some servants will be coming to prepare you for lunch with the Prince,â Minho explains, and you nod along absentmindedly, still too distracted by the grand stonework of the building, of which is much more intricate on the inside. âIâm sure His Royal Highness would gladly take you on a tour of the premisses, given how intrigued you seem to be by the grounds already.â
At this you can feel your face heat up in slight embarrassment, âsorry.â
âNo, no, donât apologize, Miss,â Minho smiles at you assuringly. âItâs quite nice to see someone admiring the architecture once more.â
âWhat do you mean?â You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.
âOh, itâs just been quite a while since weâve had a new guest whoâs admired the detailing as you are,â he says.
âMust not get many new guests then,â you mutter, but he still manages to hear you.
âNo, not really,â he sighs, eyes soon going wide as heâs come to realize what heâs just said, clearing his throat in the next moment. âI mean, Iâve said enough already.â
You simply hum in response as he leads you through some side corridors and up another set of stairs. You can feel your legs burning at the amount of flights youâve climbed, not used to the amount of steps yet. Once you reach the tops of the stairs, you find yourself resting your hands on your knees in order to catch you breath.
âOne second,â you hold up a finger, indicating to Minho to stop and let you catch your breath.
âAlright, but we really mustnât delay, Miss,â he says, worry flashing briefly in his eyes, but it passes so quickly that you do not see it.
After a few moments, you right yourself, taking a deep breath before nodding at him to continue. He nearly breathes a sigh of relief as he continues to lead you down the hallway youâre now in, checking his watch on the way and noticing heâll make it just in time. Itâs important for everything to go according to schedule today, or so the Prince has reminded him countless times, along with the other staff. Everything has to be perfect.
Leading you to a set of doors near the end of the hallway, Minho pushes them both open to reveal a large room full of everything you could possibly think of. Youâre pretty sure this room is the size of your entire main floor of your house, complete with a four post king sized bed, privacy screen which looks like it leads to another part of the room, along with various shelves, desks, and cabinets spread throughout. To say you are awestruck would be an understatement.
You take your time wandering around the room, opening one of the side doors to find an adjacent bathroom built for the gods. A large tub rests on one side, along with a set of double sinks, a large mirror that takes up the entire wall, along with a huge shower which you believe also works as a sauna. You are hardly able to believe what youâre seeing, this is all so unbelievable. To think, your lifestyle quite literally has changed in the blink of an eye.Â
Now, if only you could see what rests behind the privacy screen. Youâve avoided opening the doors so far due to the fact that youâre unsure whatâs waiting for you on the other side. In the back of your mind, you hope itâs not another room. More particularly, that itâs not the Princeâs room.
The whole time that you spend exploring your new room, Jaehyun stands just off to the side beside the privacy screen where you cannot see him. A smirk is ever present on his face. He could smell your scent getting closer with every step you took down the hallway, only serving to make his dead heart race in his chest. He cannot help how his mouth salivates at the thought of you now only being one room away, nothing more than a thin set of doors standing between your bodies. He can hardly wait to meet you.
After a few more moments of you taking in your new room, you turn to look at Minho, âso, uh, am I allowed to see whatâs behind those privacy doors,â you motion to them with your head, âor is that part off-limits?â
Your attempt at a joke earns a small chuckle from him, âactually, I believe the Prince should be joining us soon.â
âIs that the Princeâs room?â Your eyes widen as your suspicion is all but confirmed. You know youâre expected to become close with him, but you arenât expecting to be literally sharing a room.
âOh, no!â Minho is quick to answer, to which you breathe a small sigh of relief. âI believe His Highness went to inspect the second portion of your room earlier, before your arrival, in order to make sure everything is up to his standards.â
âAh, I see,â you nod in understanding. âGlad to know heâs taking such precautions for me.â
Of course! He wants nothing but the best for you, after all. Itâs what you deserve. Jaehyunâs smirk only grows, and he takes your words as his cue to finally make his presence known, and finally enter the room.
Ever so slowly, you notice a shadow forming behind the semi-transparent screen. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, racing at the prospect of finally being able to meet the Prince in person. Little do you know, that this is not the first time that the Prince will be seeing you.
Just like a scene from a movie, the doors part, Prince Jaehyun stepping through the threshold. His gaze lingers on the ground briefly before finally looking upwards to lock gazes with you. Your breath hitches, and you can feel your heart skipping a beat, all of which does not go unheard by Jaehyun, only serving to make him more smug during this time. Besides, the smirk resting on his features only adds to his charming good looks as he takes a confident step forwards, slowly making his way over to you.
The whole time, your eyes never leave his. Again, to say youâre stunned would be an understatement. You donât think youâve ever seen a finer looking specimen in your entire life, and from the looks of things, he can read your expression like an open book.Â
For a brief moment, your gaze rakes over his entire body, and you have to stop yourself from inhaling sharply once more. Heâs wearing the finest embroidered suit that youâve ever seen in your life, the sharp gold thread contrasting with the black fabric. You know the suit must have cost a fortune, just from the design alone, not to mention the materials. The detailing of the floral design, combined with the surrounding leaves is stunning, but what catches your attention the most is the fact that heâs not wearing a shirt beneath the suit jacket. You can see the smooth skin of his chest on display, only serving to make you lick your lips in admiration, anticipation lingering in your chest. For what, you arenât quite sure, but fuck, youâd be lying to yourself if you didnât think he was extremely attractive.
His chest swells with pride. He knew you would react like this, only confirming to him that you also find him as attractive as he finds you. Well, considering all the peasants you had to endure back in your hometown, heâs not surprised. As if any of them ever stood a chance with you. Well, not if he had anything to say about it.
So far, everything is going exactly how he has planned it to, and he couldnât be more happier in this moment. Minho was on time and everything, though Jaehyun worried at one point that you were running behind schedule. He cannot let that happen, everything needs to run like clockwork in order for things to be perfect.
The one thing that he wishes more than anything that he could do right now would be to take you into his arms, but he knows that would be overstepping boundaries at the moment. The last thing he wants to do is scare you off on the first day. After all, since youâre going to be spending eternity together, he doesnât want to push you away now.
You donât mean to stare as you have been, but you cannot help it. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you continue to stand there, almost dumbfounded by the current events. By now, you are most certainly regretting not listening to your mother to change into your nicest clothes. Meeting the Prince while still in your pyjamas is making you feel a bit self-conscious. How embarrassing, to meet him while youâre still in your sleep clothes.
On the other hand, Jaehyun thinks that itâs so endearing that youâre still dressed in your pyjamas. Were you that excited to meet him that you couldnât even wait to leave, meaning you forwent changing? How adorable.
âMiss (Y/n), may I formally introduce you to Prince-â
âJung Jaehyun,â he cuts Minho off, taking your hand into his own in order to bring it to his lips and kiss the back of it tenderly. Oh, how soft your skin feels against his own. âItâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â
Introducing yourself, your voice is a bit airy, still breathless due to everything that youâve encountered so far. Youâre especially impressed with the way heâs held himself, âthe pleasure is all mine, Your Highness.â
âPlease,â he smiles, running his thumb over the skin on the back of your hand before releasing his hold on you and returning his hands to his sides, âcall me Jaehyun.â
You smile back politely, thoughts running through your head a mile a minute. All the while, your nerves begin to grow, and you begin to ponder why exactly it was you that he chose. You donât necessarily think youâre anything special, but Jaehyun would beg to differ.
âUm, I was told that we were going to be dining soon?â You ask, shifting slightly from foot to foot as you attempt to break the small silence that has settled over the three of you. You figure Minho is probably avoiding saying anything right now out of respect for you and the Prince.
âAh, yes,â Jaehyun nods once in confirmation. âThat is, if youâre willing to join me for lunch. Of course, Iâll let you change first, unless youâd prefer to stay in those.â
At the motion of his head towards your choice in outfit, you can feel your cheeks heating up once more in embarrassment.
âOh, uhâŚâ you avoid his gaze for the first time today, and he canât help but be reminded of how cute you are as you add quietly, âI donât have anything else to wear.â
He simply quirks a brow in response, âhas Minho not shown you your wardrobe yet?â
âNo, I-â you smile sheepishly, âI didnât get a chance to pack any of my own clothes before I left. I mean, I didnât even have a chance to change.â
He chuckles this time in response, âcome with me, Princess.â
You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters when he calls you that. A fact which only makes him smile subtly. You havenât even known him for more than fifteen minutes and he already sets your heart racing. A fact which only serves to stroke his ego even further. This is going even better than anything he could have ever planned.
Leading you over to a side door that resides in the second half of your room, of which you notice is a lavish seating area complete with a chaise, he opens it. A grandiose closet is revealed to you, filled with the most lavish pieces of clothing youâve ever seen in your entire life. Dresses, shirts, skirts, you name it, line the shelves. Rows upon rows of accessories cause your eyes to widen even further than they already have. You cannot help the surprised gasp that escapes your lips as you take it all in.
âIs this-â you blink, attempting to wrap your head around everything as you try to get the words out, âis this-â
âItâs all for you, Princess,â Jaehyun smiles at your wide eyed expression.
âI-â you turn to him, âI donât know what to say.â
âYou donât have to say anything,â he assures you.
âHonestly, Iâm torn,â you bite your lip nervously.
He simply quirks a brow at you to continue, despite the fact a frown wants to pull onto his features.
âIâm torn between âI canât accept thisâ, and âthank you so muchâ,â you admit, and you hear him chuckle once more. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Minho tense.
âAlways so humble,â he hums. âDonât worry about it, itâs a gift.â
âI-â you take a deep breath, âthank you.â
He smiles, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants, âjust promise me that youâll use it.â
You notice how he motions to the closet with his head, and you immediately nod, âof course.â
âGood,â he nods once. âWell, Iâll let you get ready. Maria and Greta should be arriving soon to prepare you for lunch.â
As soon as he finishes speaking, a soft knock sounds at your bedroom door, signifying the arrival of the two aforementioned women. He could hear them walking down the hallway and figured now would be as good a time as ever to take his leave, even if it will be momentarily.
âIâll see you soon, Princess,â with those words, he walks out of your room.Â
The two women whom have been patiently waiting in the hallway to come in now step inside as Minho steps out of the room following Jaehyun. You notice that they look somewhat nervous, approaching you carefully as if youâre someone to be cautious of. You send them a reassuring smile, introducing yourself shortly after.
âItâs nice to finally meet the woman the Prince has been talking non-stop about,â Maria admits, seeming to relax more now that youâve talked to the two of them.
âMaria,â Greta hisses while elbowing her partner. Your brow furrows, it seems as if theyâre not allowed to talk about that in front of you.
âHeâs talked about me?â You question as they move you into the closet to pick out an outfit for the day.
âOh yes,â Maria nods. âHeâs been very⌠excited for you to come visit the palace.â
âI wonât warn you again,â Greta narrows her eyes at Maria disapprovingly.
âAm I not allowed to ask about it then?â You frown.
âOh, you can ask any and all the questions youâd like,â Greta answers, pulling a simple gown down from the racks. âWeâre just not supposed to talk about certain things.â
âLike the Prince?â
âListen dearie,â Greta sighs. âIf you knew whatâs best for you, youâd run, and run far.â
Her words only serve to confuse you even more, especially at the nervous expression Maria now wears on her face.
âIs there something I should know?â You ask as they help you into the dress.
âDonât listen to Greta, dear,â Maria pats your arm gently once the dress is secure. âThe Prince is a wonderful gentleman, and from the looks of things, heâs completely smitten with you.â
âBut he hardly even knows me,â you mumble as they start to work on your hair.
âHe knows you better than you think,â Gretaâs voice is barely above a whisper. In fact, itâs so faint, you donât catch all of what she says.
âPardon me?â You catch her gaze in the mirror they have you sitting in front of now.
âAll the more reason for you to get to know him better,â she corrects herself with a smile, though it doesnât quite reach her eyes.
Maria manages to change the subject shortly after by asking you questions about yourself, and her telling you small stories about her life. The two of you are able to connect well quickly, and you know that if she continues to look after you while youâre here, you will have a friend in her. Greta, on the other hand, youâre not so sure about.
Not only does she continuously look at you with worry in her eyes, she scolds Maria any time she thinks Maria has overstepped any sort of boundary. The amount of times Maria has begun to tell you about the Prince, only for her to be cut off by Greta soon after is astounding. Hopefully you can get some answers from the Prince himself. After all, you are going to lunch together.
âThere, all finished,â Maria smiles warmly at you as she helps you stand up.
âThank you,â you smile back, smoothing out the front of your gown subconsciously.
âCome now,â Greta says, checking her watch, âor else weâll be late.â
âOh dear, we wouldnât want that,â Maria suddenly looks worried. âWeâll lead you to the dining room. His Highness should already be waiting.â
âI guess I shouldnât keep him waiting, then,â you joke as you three move to exit the room.
You fail to notice the brief glance the two of them share as Greta says, âno, you really shouldnât.â
Without another word, you all make your way down the hallway, them leading you to where Jaehyun has instructed them to meet him. As he hears you approaching, a small smile tugs at his lips. He canât wait to start his forever with you, and today is day one.
âReady for lunch?â He asks, turning around just as you walk up to him.
You nod, humming your eagerness. You canât wait to see what they decide to serve to eat, you are in a palace after all. Besides, the company is wonderful so far, and you really want to get to know him better.
Lunch with Jaehyun passes by far too quickly for either of your likings, and before you know it, youâre both finished. To say that you enjoy your time with him would be an understatement. Not only was the food delicious, but you also got to do what you wanted and get to know him better. One thing you know for sure, is that he has a beautiful smile, of which you hope to see more of. Plus, heâs got the cutest dimples youâve ever seen.
After lunch, he gives you a tour of the castle, and once again, your breath is stolen from your lungs. The whole time you spend admiring the architecture, Jaehyun spends admiring you. His dead heart races in his chest every time he looks over to see that awestruck expression on your face. Youâre so beautiful, and the fact that youâre admiring everything he shows you so far, along with how grateful youâve been towards him, assures him that heâs made the best choice in choosing you as his fiancĂŠe.
Every so often, his hand will brush against your own as he walks with you through the castle. You cannot help the rush you feel each time he does this, his touch both innocent and teasing at the same time. Each brush only makes a subtle smirk pull at his own lips, knowing he already has such an effect on you.
All too soon, the afternoon comes to an end and heâs leading you back to your room for the evening. Heâs told you that youâll more than likely be meeting his mother tomorrow, so you should get as much rest as you can, considering how hectic the day has been for you.
âIf you ever need me, Iâm just down the hallway to your left,â he tells you, of which you find yourself nodding in response. âIf an emergency ever arises, come and get me. No matter the time.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you say, lips twitching upwards in a half smile. âThanks.â
âOf course,â he returns your smile. âIâll always be here for you.â
By now, the two of you have stopped just outside of your bedroom door. You stare deeply into his eyes, and you can see the sincerity reflected in them. Your lips part slightly as you take a small step backwards as he continues to stare intensely at you, almost as if heâs in a daze.
Before you know it, heâs blinking as if to clear his head while clearing his throat, âwell, Iâve got a few things to attend to before dinner. Iâll have someone bring you something to eat for then. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever youâd like, just let Maria know where youâll be.â
âSounds good,â you smile once more.
âSee you later, Princess,â he grins, grabbing your hand in order to place a gentle kiss onto the back of it, successfully making your face warm. Without another word, he takes his leave.Â
Watching his figure disappear down the hallway, you let out a blissful sigh. Lunch was enjoyable, and you canât wait to see what else he has in store for you. Not only that, but you canât wait to further explore the castle and find your favourite spots. Hopefully you can find a little nook to read some of the books from the massive library that caught your eye while you explored with Jaehyun.
Entering your room, you bite your lip. The only thing youâre particularly nervous about would be meeting his mother. Based off of what heâs told you about her so far, she can be very picky about mannerisms, and it can be difficult for anyone new to impress her. Maybe thatâs what Minho meant by no one new has come to the palace for a long time. You just hope you can make a good impression, or at least good enough for her to at least tolerate you. After all, if youâre to marry her son, having her like you would be a huge success.
âYou okay there?â Mariaâs voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts.
âHuh? Oh, yeah,â you reply absentmindedly, walking further into the room as the door falls shut. Your brow furrows slightly as you notice Greta isnât with her this time. âWhereâs Greta?â
Maria stiffens ever so slightly, âshe has this afternoon and evening off.â
âAh, makes sense,â you nod, moving to sit on your bed.
âIs there anything I can get for you, Miss?â She asks politely.
âNot at the moment, thank you,â you shoot her a grateful smile. âI think I might just nap, I am a bit sleepy.â
âAlright, well, Iâll help you change,âÂ
âNo need, I can do it myself,â
âNo, please, I insist,â sheâs already begun to move around your room and grabs a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. âAfter all, itâs what Iâm here for.â
âWell, okay,â you sigh softly, allowing Maria to help you change.
Once done, the two of you just sit together in your room talking about anything and everything. She tells you that her family has always served the Jungâs for as long as she can remember, but she doesnât mind it here. Apparently, the job pays really well, and they get ample time off.
Before you know it, there is a knock on your door and another servant is there holding a tray for you piled high with plates containing your evening meal. You thank them and move to take the tray from their hands, but they insist on putting it down for you. They set everything up for you on the table in your room before bowing respectively and leaving you to your own with Maria still patiently standing off to the side.
Sitting back down, your eyes rake over the food now resting in front of you. This is one of your favourite meals, but Jaehyun couldnât possibly know that. Could he?
âThe Prince made special preparations for you before you came,â Maria says, noticing your stare.
âThis is my favourite dish,â you comment.
âI take it everything is to your liking, then?â She smiles.
âOf course, but I still donât understand how he knows this is my favourite dish,â you say.
âIf Iâm not mistaken, I believe he was informed by your mother,â
âHeâs talked with my mom?â Your eyes widen slightly in surprise.
âOh, I mean, Minho was told by your mother, who in turn told Prince Jaehyun when he got back to the palace today,â Maria is quick to correct herself.
âAh, I see,â you turn back to the food spread out in front of you. âOh my! Where are my manners? Would you like anything?â
Maria almost looks caught off guard by your offer of sharing your food with her, âoh, no, thank you! I couldnât.â
âNonsense,â you shake your head, pushing one of the many side dishes over to her. âI donât like eating alone, anyways.â
âAre you sure?â Her voice is hesitant, gnawing her bottom lip in worry.
âOf course,â you confirm. âI wouldnât have asked if I wasnât.â
âThank you, Miss,â she graciously accepts the dish, grabbing a set of utensils to join you in eating.
You simply smile at her in response, happy to be sharing your favourite meal with someone else. Her presence brings you comfort in this still unfamiliar place, of which you know will take some getting used to, despite the tour you took today. After all, you are alone, and far from home.
Meanwhile, Jaehyun paces in his study. He sent Minho to gather Greta for him just before you came to meet him downstairs for lunch that day. He overheard what she told you, and to say he was not impressed would be an understatement. Is she trying to make him look bad in front of you? No matter, heâll dispose of the problem soon enough.
âMinho, I still donât understand whatâs going on-â Gretaâs voice gets caught in her throat once she is escorted inside the study to see Jaehyun now leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.
âYour Highness,â she bows respectively. âHow may I be of service to you?â
âI have a favour to ask of you, Greta,â the way he says her name sends a shiver of fear running down her spine: full of venom and malice.
âY-yes, sir, what is it?â Her blood is rushing through her. Sheâs heard of the Princeâs famous glare but never having been on the receiving end, thereâs nothing that could have prepared her for the look of bloodlust in his eyes that came about so suddenly.
âI want you to run, Greta,â he pushes himself off the edge the desk, staring directly into her eyes, âand run far.â
A gasp escapes her lips. He heard.
âWell?â He hums, tauntingly, amusement shining in his eyes as he stares at her now trembling form. âWhat are you waiting for? Thatâs an order.â
With a shaky nod from her, sheâs bustling out of the room and down the hallway. He can still hear the sound of her racing heart even after she makes it to the floor below him.
The malicious grin never leaves his lips as he begins to make his way out of his study. Currently, he is a predator stalking their prey. Thisâll be fun, he hasnât had to chase his prey in a while, and he cannot wait to tear into her throat. How dare she even suggest that you run from him. He would never hurt you.Â
Anyone else, on the other hand? Fair game.
âAre you really sure this is necessary, my Prince?â Minho nervously watches Jaehyun as he passes through the doorway into the hall.
âOf course,â Jaehyun smiles, but it only serves to unnerve Minho as Jaehyunâs eyes flash red in the next moment. âShe nearly lost me what is mine.â
In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun is gone from his sight, and Minho can only breathe a sigh of relief that heâs left unharmed this evening. Once Jaehyun sets his mind to something, there is no changing it. No one can stop him when heâs on a warpath, and Minho is just glad that he isnât on the receiving end of one of the Princeâs violent episodes.
It takes Jaehyun mere seconds to catch up with Greta, who has been able to make it into the grand foyer before the main doors. He slams her against the wall, hearing a few of her bones fracture due to the impact. Her whimpers and pleas for her own life fall on deaf ears, even as more servants shuffle passed. They all know not to get involved, lest they want to suffer the same fate as Greta. Too many have learned that the hard way.
The last thing she sees is Jaehyunâs malicious smirk, fangs on full display as he tears into her throat. Once heâs sure sheâs dead, he tosses her body aside, letting the blood spill over the floor. He spits the chunk of her neck he has in his mouth onto her body, a look of pure disgust on his face as he glares down at her corpse.
âSomebody clean this mess up,â he snarls out as he turns his back to her body. The others are frozen in fear, but his growl manages to have a few snapping immediately to their senses and rushing over to Gretaâs dead body. âNow!â
He doesnât stick around to see if they remove her or not, opting to head straight to his room for the evening. He wants to see you again, but he knows that it might be too soon. Besides, with his emotions heightened at the moment, he would potentially be putting you in danger. At least heâll still be able to smell your scent, and hear whatever it is that youâre doing. Thatâs enough for him, for now.
A smile tugs at his lips as he faintly hears you conversing with Maria about something that happened to you during your childhood. He knew placing Maria with you as your personal assistant would be a good idea. Greta was his motherâs choice, and he had a feeling she was going to be nothing but a nuisance for him. Nothing is going to get in his way of winning your heart. Nothing. Everything has to go according to plan.
The following morning, he does a brief check of the front foyer to make sure everything has been cleaned properly, and that nothing remains of the events of that previous evening. The last thing he wants is for you to see something like that. Seeing that itâs been cleared of any evidence, he smiles, making his way back upstairs to finally greet you for the day.
To be quite honest, he is a little nervous himself for you to meet his mother. She didnât exactly approve of him essentially stalking you, what he just calls taking a keen interest in making sure youâre doing alright. If Greta was any indication of how his mother will act, he knows sheâll probably devise a plan to take you away from him, or worse, make you afraid of him. After all, she knows exactly how her son can be.
Knocking gently on your door, he can hear your soft footfalls as you walk closer to him. He canât wait to see you, and when you open the door to reveal yourself he most certainly is not disappointed with what he sees. How you look more beautiful every time he sees you is a mystery to him. One thing he knows for sure though, is that youâve enchanted him since the moment he first laid eyes on you.
âGood morning, beautiful,â he smiles, noticing how you react positively to his words.
âGood morning,â you greet back politely, a small smile gracing your own features.
âDid you sleep well?â He asks, noticing Maria has already remade your bed.
âQuite,â you nod, smile only widening as you look at him. âDid you?â
âI did indeed,â he hums in response, though he would have slept better if you were in his arms. âAre you ready for today?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be,â you let out a nervous chuckle as you step into the hallway, closing the door gently behind you.
âDonât worry, Iâll be with you the whole time,â he assures you, extending his arm out for you to loop yours with his. âLetâs get going.â
âYes, letâs,â you hum back, taking his arm as you begin to walk down the hallway. âAny advice for me before we meet you mother?â
âJust be your usual charming self, and Iâm sure youâll be fine,â he squeezes your arm slightly, causing you to look over to already see him smiling at you.
You say nothing but choose to nod in understanding. You just hope your usual charming self doesnât do or say anything that might embarrass you.
The two of you make idle chat as you make your way to the throne room to meet his mother. He manages to make you laugh, loosening your tense shoulders slightly as you relax the more heâs able to distract you. The whole time, he observes you fondly, glad to know that he can ease your nerves slightly, even if youâve only officially known each other for a day. If only he could help you to relax in any and every other way he knows how.
All too soon, youâve arrived just outside the doors to the throne room. Minho already stands waiting outside the grand set of double doors for the two of you, announcing your arrival to the queen as the doors part for you to walk through.Â
Your heart races in your chest, nerves momentarily returning as youâre faced with the task at hand. This is one of the most important moments in your mind, for if his mother doesnât approve of you, you do not know what will happen. That being said, you want to make sure to make the best impression you can on his mother, no matter what happens.
Walking into the room, you see his mother already sitting on her throne, watching the two of you as you approach where she is seated. Her gaze is scrutinizing, though it seems as if sheâs watching he son more closely than sheâs watching you. A fact which confuses you slightly since you would have assumed she would be more interested in how you hold yourself around her son rather than how her son holds himself around you. However this may be, youâre only grateful for the momentary relief you feel as you finally stop just before her throne.
âMother, Iâd like to formally introduce you to the woman whom Iâd like to become my betrothed,â Jaehyun introduces you, telling her your name shortly after.
âItâs a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty,â you say, bowing politely in introduction to the queen.
âPlease, Your Majesty sounds so formal,â the queen waves her hand slightly in the air as if dismissing the remark before leaning forwards slightly in her throne, âcall me Cathy.â
âHuh,â you muse, âlike mother, like son.â
âOh?â Cathyâs amusement is clear on her face as she looks from Jaehyun over to you.
âYes,â you confirm. âIt seems not liking titles runs in the family. Jaehyunâs also told me to call him by his name instead of his title.â
âHas he now?â Cathy leans back, eyeing her son suspiciously. Thatâs very unlike her son, as he only ever allows people to call him by his title, no matter who they may be. You must be important to him then, a fact which only causes her worry for you to grow. None of her sonâs other playthings ever got to address him by his first name. âAnd has he been treating you alright so far?â
Jaehyunâs eyes narrow ever so subtly at his mother, for he knows what game sheâs playing. Like hell sheâll catch him slipping up.
âHeâs been nothing but a gentleman since Iâve arrived,â you respond, and if your words donât fill his chest with pride, nothing else will. He can hardly wait for you to see what else he has in store for you.
âI see,â she hums, placing her hands gracefully in her lap.
âIâd also just like to thank you very much for your hospitality, and for letting me stay at the palace during this time,â you bow deeply once more. âThank you.â
âOf course, sweetie,â she smiles. âAnything for the one my little Jaehyunnie has been so obsessed with lately.â
âMother,â Jaehyunâs reaction is a warning to her, but to you it just sounds like a boy being embarrassed by his mom.
You giggle, and normally he would think itâs the sweetest sound, if not for the circumstances. âSo Iâve heard.â
âAh, I see,â Cathy grins. âHeâs already told you all about how he-â
âAre you quite content, mother?â Jaehyun interrupts, eyes flashing his warning towards Cathy who only appears to be amused at his antics.
âOh, indeed,â she smiles back, though you fail to register the malice hidden behind her lips. âI was only hoping to be joined by Miss (Y/n) here for some morning beverages. Iâd love to get to know her better, if sheâs alright with that, of course.â
Before Jaehyun can even respond, youâre already speaking, âIâd love that.â
âExcellent!â His mother stands, descending the stairs and coming to stand before you. Having her this close really makes you realize the amount of power and regality she possesses. She extends her hand out for you to take. âIf youâd be so kind as to join me.â
âOf course! Thank you,â you take her hand, allowing her to lead you out of the throne room as your arm slips out of Jaehyunâs grasp. With one final glance back, you see Jaehyun already staring after you, an unreadable expression on his face.
Turning back around, you notice Cathy leading you towards the gardens. Once outside, you see a nice table already set up facing the fountain, some of the finest cups and plates already set on top. Letting go of your hand, she motions for you to sit with her, a servant already pouring what looks like a steaming cup of tea for each of you.
âThank you,â you repeat your words from earlier once youâre seated, graciously accepting the cup that is handed to you.
âIâm so glad you could join me this morning for a little girl talk,â she smiles, tilting her own cup in your direction in a mock âcheersâ gesture, of which you mirror.
âItâs nice to be invited,â you reply, taking a sip of your drink.
âI want you to know that you can come to me for anything, dear,â she says, looking you directly in your eyes and youâre momentarily stunned by how sincere she looks. âAbsolutely anything.â
âOh my,â you blink a few times in surprise, âthatâs awfully kind of you. Iâll keep that in mind.â
âGood,â her gaze lessens in intensity, allowing for your shoulders to relax slightly, not that you had even been aware of tensing them. âI know how my son can be, so your safety and happiness is my number one priority.â
âThank you,â is all you can say, and youâre starting to feel like a broken record, but you truly are grateful for her words. Though, you donât quite know exactly what she means by her most recent ones. Jaehyun, to you, seems like a really nice, caring guy, so the knowing look she sends you when she says that only serves to confuse you. Besides, she seems a lot nicer than what Jaehyun had made her out to be, of which you find a bit strange. Perhaps sheâs just putting up a nice front for your sake at the moment. Either way, youâll make sure not to do anything that would warrant her to dislike you.
âSo, tell me about yourself,â Cathy sips her tea, leaning back in her seat to get comfortable as she watches you.
The rest of the morning is spent with the queen, getting a feel for each other and learning all about the other. She listens intently to everything you have to say and she looks genuinely so intrigued by you. The more time you spend with her, the more you seem to relax around her. Sheâs nothing like how Jaehyun described, which only makes you believe that thatâs his familial side talking. Perhaps theyâre not as close as the media makes them out to be.
By the time lunch rolls around, you find yourself eating alongside the Queen in the dining room, Jaehyun nowhere to be seen. Noticing your curious gaze, she mentions that he has some diplomatic council meeting to attend to, but heâll probably be joining you for dinner that evening. You simply nod in response, continuing on with your conversation with the Queen.
Another hour passes with you spending time with Cathy, and the both of you enjoy this so much that you plan to make your little girl talk a weekly thing. You end up leaving with a smile on your face, as if a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders as you head back to your room. Honestly, you cannot wait for next week to be able to spend more time with the Queen, as sheâs nothing at all like you were expecting. Itâll be nice to have another person that you can consider a friend while youâre staying here.
Making it back to your room, youâre greeted by Maria who seems to have been patiently waiting for your return. She asks you how your day has been so far, and you tell her honestly that you had a lovely morning with the Queen.Â
âIâm a little surprised though,â you admit.
âWhyâs that?â She asks, brow furrowing in slight concern.
âJaehyun told me that she was a hard woman to please,â
âReally?â Her voice comes out in mild disbelief. From what she knows of the Queen, sheâs a lovely person through and through. The Prince on the other hand⌠though she would never tell you that. Not that she could without risk of losing her life and everything she holds dear.
âStill, Iâm glad we made such a connection today,â you smile. âThatâs good, right? Getting his mom to like me is a step in a positive direction.â
âOf course, Miss,â Maria returns your smile, though it seems a bit forced. She has to be extra careful around you now with how she acts and what she says, after all, by now, every servant in the castle has heard of what happened to Greta last night.
âBy the way, howâs Greta doing? I havenât seen her since yesterday,â you wonder aloud, almost missing the way Mariaâs shoulders seem to tense at the inquiry.
âOh, uh, about that,â Maria says, eyes shifting nervously around the room. Sheâs just grateful sheâs facing away from you at the moment. âGreta took a vacation to go visit her family, so she wonât be back for a while.â
âAh, I see,â you hum. âThatâs nice, hopefully she has a lovely time with her family.â
If only you knew what kind of condition she was in when her body was sent back to her family. Maybe then you would have heeded her warnings.
âYeah,â Maria replies, somewhat breathless. âHopefully.â
The next few weeks pass by in a blur for you, each day bringing about a new adventure with Jaehyun. So far, he makes you very happy, and youâre beginning to settle into things at the castle. You especially look forward to the weekly girl talk dates with Cathy, of which sheâs asked you to start calling her âmomâ. Each time she does, you smile shyly and your heart warms, though when you told Jaehyun, he seemed quite shocked.
Youâve also discovered that some of the servants are humans and others are vampires, which was a bit of a surprise to you since you thought all of the servants were humans. At least most of the oneâs youâve encountered so far are. Theyâve all been super nice to you, except for the odd one that either looks at you with pity or worry in their eyes. A few even go so far as to attempt to warn you against something, but Jaehyun always appears before they can finish whatever it is that they have to tell you. Whenever this happens, you can never understand the fear that seems to take hold of their body, eyes pleadingly looking towards Jaehyun. Oddly enough, you usually never encounter them again, only hearing brief mention of their names from passing servants.
Of course Jaehyun wonât tell you the amount of teeth heâs pulled, eyes heâs gouged out, or even tongues heâs cut off because of this. No, never. He always has to be the perfect prince in your eyes, keeping you blind to everything that might scare you away from him.
What really sets him off one day is when the two of you had just come back from riding your horses through the grounds. The stable hand, Shotaro, had given you a hand helping you off of your horse. Instead of Jaehyun being the one to help you, he was forced to watch as another male held your hand delicately and smiled at you softly.
Having had a few previous interactions with the vampiric stable hand, you thought nothing of this. A simple friendly gesture to you was near treason in Jaehyunâs eyes. Only he should be able to touch you like that. How else is he supposed to charm you and show you how much of a gentleman he can be towards you? How he can provide for you, even in the most basic of ways?
Luckily, Maria was waiting to lead you back to the castle in order for your weekly girl talk with the Queen. Using this opportunity as youâre walking away, Jaehyun rounds on Shotaro, already seeing the vampire visibly stiffen at the deathly gaze that is sent his way. In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun is in front of him, grasping the same hand Shotaro used to help you down from the horse.
âScream, and I will end you,â Jaehyun seethes, not giving a second thought as he crushes Shotaroâs hand in his grip, hearing the bones snapping beneath the pressure. The tears he sees threatening to fall from this pestâs eyes only serve to widen the sadistic smile on Jaehyunâs face. âIf you ever touch whatâs mine again, your hand wonât be the only part of you I shatter. Do I make myself clear?â
âY-yes, my Prince,â Shotaro stutters out, fear pouring off of him from every angle.
âNow, you better go get that hand of yours fixed up,â Jaehyun tilts his head slightly, a malicious gleam in his eyes. âWe wouldnât want any bones to set and start healing in the wrong place, now would we?â
âN-no, my Prince,â he shakes his head, clutching his broken hand to his chest as soon as Jaehyun releases his grip.
âGood,â Jaehyun hums, a dark expression taking over his features. âNow, get out of my sight.â
Immediately, Shotaro flees the scene, fearing the Prince might inflict more of his wrath upon him. How you havenât noticed Jaehyunâs eccentric behaviour yet is a mystery. Then again, he purposely keeps you blind to everything bad about his personality, only willing to show you the good parts. Those good parts which are only reserved for you.
Meanwhile, you have just been softly conversing with Maria as she walks with you back up to the castle from the stables. Itâs then that you realize that youâve been walking alone with her for the past two minutes, causing your brow to furrow slightly.
âWhereâs Jaehyun?â You verbalize your thoughts, and just as youâre about to turn around to look for him, you feel his comforting hand on the small of your back.
âSorry to keep you waiting, I had to check up on something back at the stables,â his smile is dazzling and you canât help but nod your head in understanding as you smile back at him.
Naturally, your arm slides around his, the two of you walking comfortably back into the castle with Maria at your heels. Soon enough, the two of you enter the throne room, a large smile breaking out onto your features as you greet the Queen. A smile which Jaehyun wants only for himself.
âAre you finally going to join us today, Jaehyunnie?â Cathy asks, standing from her seat and making her way towards the two of you.
âOh, Iâd love that,â you look towards him with a hopeful expression, eyes wide.
âNot today, unfortunately,â the look youâre giving him almost makes him change his mind immediately, the pout causing him to gently cup your cheek in his hand, running his thumb over your skin. âMaybe next time.â
âAlright,â you sigh, slightly disappointed. You love spending time with him, almost as much as he does with you. âYou promise?â
âI promise,â he smiles, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead as he reluctantly steps aways from you, only to see his mother observing him carefully. âIâll see you at dinner.â
âOkay,â you respond, eyes following his figure as he turns and walks out of the room, gaze lingering ever so slightly on the doors even after theyâve closed behind him.
âReady to go, dear?â Cathyâs voice manages to pull you out of your daze, you nodding in the next moment and following her out into the gardens for your weekly girl talk session.
The afternoon passes with the two of you conversing about how youâre liking staying at the palace so far. You tell her honestly that youâre having a wonderful time, and that everyone seems so nice, except for the odd few who seem to avoid you like the plague. She seemed to only hum in response at that, though youâre not quite sure why.
âHowâs your family? Have you been writing to them like I suggested?â Cathy sips her drink, looking at you expectantly.
âOh, I completely forgot,â you meant to send them a letter last week after she had suggested it, but you got caught up in the plans Jaehyun had made in the afternoon that you forgot all about it. Besides, he didnât quite look too enthused when you mentioned writing to them, but that could just be your faulty memory. âI should write them today, I do miss them greatly.â
âWould you like to visit them?â
âIâd love to,â you smile softly, not believing it to be possible. âBut-â
âExcellent! Iâll make arrangements for you to visit them tomorrow,â Cathy interjects, a chipper expression on her face.
âI donât know how to thank you enough,â at this point you know not to question her decisions.
âNonsense,â she places her hand gently on top of yours which has been resting on the table between the two of you. âItâs the least I can do. After all, with how much you talk about your family, I can tell theyâre important to you.â
âThey are,â you confirm, looking over to meet her fond gaze.
âYou have a kind heart, (Y/n),â she hums, shifting her gaze to look out over the garden. âGuard it well.â
You can only smile in return, thoughts running wild as to you finally being able to go visit your mother and your sister since you first arrived at the palace two months ago. Finally, youâll be able to catch up with them and tell them all about whatâs been going on in your life. Maybe if youâre lucky, you can introduce Jaehyun to them as well.
That evening, after Jaehyun has bid you a goodnight, he storms into his motherâs chambers. Throwing the doors open, a loud bang reverberates throughout the room, a few passing servants looking on in fear. Sending a dangerous look their way, Jaehyun manages to scare them off before rounding on his mother.
âYou promised to let her see her family tomorrow?â He seethes, voice booming as thereâs no fear you may overhear. After all, your room is all the way on the opposite side of the castle.
âOh, Jaehyunnie, what a pleasant surprise for you to drop by to finally come visit your dear mother,â she feigns interest, sparing him a side glance before going back to her nightly routine.
âSpare the small talk, mother,â he spits, brows furrowed in anger. âWhy would you do something like this?â
âAre you that obsessed with isolating the poor girl?â Cathy hums, tilting her head questioningly at her son. âShe needs to socialize with other people, she canât just stay around you the whole time.â
âIâm the only one she needs,â his voice is low, a growl threatening to rise up his throat. âThe only one sheâll ever need.â
âYou do not own her,â
âI know,â he snaps. âIâve worked too damn hard to let her go now.â
âYou have a lot to realize before you should even think about calling her yours,â Cathy states, hearing her son let out the growl that he had been holding back this whole time. She only looks amused by his reaction. âYou cannot control her.â
âEverythingâs gone according to plan thus far,â he retorts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. âBesides a few minor set backs which have been disposed of.â
âAh, yes,â she muses. âIâd appreciate if you stopped mutilating my servants, let alone killing them.â
âItâs no less than they deserve,â he counters.
âAnd what does your beloved think about that side of you?â
A brief moment of silence settles around the room, speaking volumes in Cathyâs eyes, until he breaks it.
âShe doesnât know,â Jaehyun watches his mother move around her room carefully, eyes narrowed in distaste. âShe never will."
âMy child, there will come a day when her eyes are opened to see your true colours,â Cathy warns, pausing in her step to turn and look down upon Jaehyun with her nose upturned.Â
âIs that a threat, mother?â His eyes hold a crazed look in them at the mere idea of you finding out the truth. Hell, even the thought of you being taken away from him sets his instincts into overdrive, causing his eyes to bleed red and another growl to escape his throat.
âItâs not a threat if I only speak the truth,â she replies calmly, only causing his anger to flare more than it already has. âDo not expect her to return with you after visiting her family tomorrow. I have been keeping in touch with them regarding this entire situation and they know the lengths you are willing to go to ensnare her. The lengths you have already gone. I donât know what you told Minho to tell her mother that first day that has her so terrified of the consequences, but her sister, Lori, was it? She seems to have a level head on her shoulders.â
Jaehyunâs blood boils, eyes filling with fury as they remain red, âyouâve been doing what?â
âWarning them about you and devising a plan to free the lovely Miss (Y/n) from your clutches,â her brow quirks as she watches her son fume before her very eyes.Â
âIâll kill them if they so much as even try,â he hisses, chest heaving with every breath as he is thrown into this situation. Heâs come this far, thereâs no way heâs letting you go now.
âNot if I have anything to do with it,â Cathyâs voice is steady, firm in her command of the room. âEnough blood has already been spilt on your account.â
âClearly, there hasnât been enough,â Jaehyun growls, eye flashing once more at his mother.
Rising to her full height, the Queen does not take the underlying threat from her son lightly, âyou dare threaten me? Letâs not forget who brought you into this world and who taught you all that you know. Be careful, boy, lest your ambitious lust go to your head.â
âI donât care who you may be to me, mother,â he seethes, straightening his back and matching her ferocity with his own, âbut if you so much as even attempt to take whatâs mine away from me, Iâll kill you.â
Without another word between them, Jaehyun is storming out of his motherâs room, leaving her standing with a shocked expression on her face. Never, in all of her long years of putting up with his antics has she ever seen him look this serious, this deadly about something in her life. Her worry only grows for you as she thinks of what he may have in store for you in the future. Going forward, sheâll have to be extra cautious, preparing herself for whatever her son has planned to come.
The next morning, you wake up bright and early, excited to finally go visit your family again after being away from them for so long. You hardly got any sleep at all last night, considering how excited you are. Being able to catch them up to everything going on in your life will be like a dream come true, and besides, you never did get your clothes from your mom that she promised to send to the palace, and you really miss your favourite sweater.
âYouâre awfully happy this morning,â Maria comments as she does your hair for the day.
âI am,â you agree. âI havenât seen my family in months and I canât wait to introduce them to Jaehyun.â
âThatâll be lovely!â Maria replies, though you catch her grimace in the mirror.
âWhat is it?â You question, eyes wide with concern.
âNothing to worry yourself about,â she tells you, shrugging off your inquiries.
âClearly itâs something,â you counter, to which she sighs.
âI hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the Prince will not be joining you right away this morning,â Maria admits, to which your expression drops slightly.
âOh,â
âBut donât worry! He told me to tell you that heâd be along as soon as he can,â Maria continues, giving your shoulders a quick rub in encouragement. âHe just has a few things to tend to first. You know, political duties and such.â
âI understand,â you nod, still visibly disappointed you wonât be arriving at the same time, nor travelling together this morning.
âCome on, dear, letâs get you changed,â she gives your shoulders one final pat before leading you to the closet to finish getting you ready for the day.
After a quick breakfast with the Queen, youâre being ushered into the back of a car to head back home for the day. The whole car ride over feels like an eternity, the scenery not being able to distract you one bit.Â
Restless wouldnât even begin to be able to describe you, your eyes flitting everywhere inside the car, then out the window, only to repeat the same process over and over again. Even your leg hasnât stopped bouncing in anticipation, fingers toying with the edge of your shirt just to have something to do.
Eventually, after what feels like hours to you, you arrive in a familiar neighbourhood. Once the car is parked, you step out onto a familiar driveway, a smile gracing your features as you breathe in the fresh air. The driver has only been instructed to drop you off since Jaehyun will be by later, accompanied by Minho to take you back to the palace. Once he sees youâre safe, heâs starting the engine once more and pulling out of the driveway. This way you can have some privacy before the Prince arrives. Cathy made sure of that.
Making your way up your front porch, thereâs a slight spring to your step, pushing open the front door in the next moment and calling out a cheerful âIâm homeâ! Oh, how good it feels, too.
â(Y/n)?â You hear your motherâs voice sound from the kitchen before her head is peeking out from the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. âIs that you?â
âHey, mom,â you greet, kicking off your shoes and running over to embrace her, her arms already spread open in anticipation.
âItâs so good to see you again, sweetie,â she says, hugging you even closer than before, almost as if sheâs afraid youâll disappear in a momentâs notice. âWhen the queen sent notice last night of you coming to visit this morning, I could hardly believe it.â
âMore like you couldnât believe it,â Loriâs voice sounds from the entranceway behind you, causing a large grin to spread on your face as you turn around to face your younger sister. âWhereâs the Prince? Iâm surprised you two arenât joined at the hip.â
You roll you eyes at this, âitâs lovely to see you, too, Lori. Iâve missed you so much.â
She merely sticks her tongue out at you in response, coming over to squish you in a hug in the next second. âYeah, yeah, I missed you, too.â
Despite her grumbling, you can tell she means what she says, if the tightness of her hug is anything to go by. You can tell sheâs also missed teasing you, just as youâve missed teasing her.
âIf you must know,â you say, pulling away from Lori after a long hug. âJaehyun will be coming by later, heâs just got a few things to attend to first. He sends his regards, though, for the time being.â
âWow, first name basis with the Prince,â Lori whistles lowly. âThatâs a shocker considering Iâve heard that he doesnât let just anyone call him that.â
âLori,â your mother shoots a warning look at your sister.
âWhat? Itâs the truth,â she shrugs, only causing you to chuckle.
âWell, we are pretty close,â
âIâll say,â Lori hums. âSpeaking of, has he ever told you why he chose you, or how he even found out about you in the first place?â
âLori, my word,â your mother shoots her another look, as if to tell her to quit while sheâs ahead.
âMom, itâs okay,â you chuckle, voice nothing but reassuring. âI always knew my little sister was concerned for me, no matter how badly she tries to hide it. As a matter of fact, yes. I have asked him before.â
âAnd?â She motions with her hand for you to continue.
âHe told me that one day while he was out he saw me and overheard the conversation I was having with Jaemin - remember how we always banter back and forth?â Seeing her nod, you continue, âanyways, he apparently appreciated my wit and humour and decided to learn more about me. Well, here we are.â
The smile you send your mother and sister only serves to unnerve them slightly. Theyâve been told not to tell you that Jaemin has gone missing since youâve left for the palace.
âYou believe him?â Lori gives you a âreallyâ look, brow quirked in disbelief.
âI have no reason not to,â you shrug.
By now, the two of you have sat down at the kitchen table, your mother busy with preparing lunch for all of you.
âYou know how crazy that sounds, though, right?â She goes on to say. âAfter eavesdropping on your conversation he suddenly wants you to move to the palace so he can make you his wife? Thatâs very strange.â
âI mean, I was a little weirded out at first, but after he explained himself I felt better,â you say, leaning back slightly in your chair in order to relax. âI trust him.â
At your words, Lori only seems even more suspicious, your mother distracting you long enough for her to hide her concern.
âThatâs nice, dear,â she smiles at you. âYou must really like him, then.â
You hum in agreement, âI really do.â
âSo,â your mother begins, sitting down to join you two at the table as the food heats up on the stove, âtell us everything.â
It takes you about an hour and a half to explain everything thatâs happened to you since your arrival at the castle all those weeks ago. The whole while, your mother and sister listen patiently to what you have to say, chiming in here and there with little comments of their own. Your mother seems happy for you, but you can tell your sister isnât all that convinced. Her comment about the Prince not being everything he seems to be certainly is enough to rub you the wrong way, putting a slight damper on your mood the longer you spend at home.
âAll Iâm just saying is that he seems too nice, from what youâre telling me,â her eyes hold the same suspicion you can hear clearly in her voice.
âHeâs given me no reason to suspect otherwise,â you counter, a slight furrow to your brows.
âYet heâs never once suggested visiting us, and when you do, heâs nowhere to be found,â Lori quirks a brow at you.
âItâs not his fault he has duties to attend to,â you defend him, upset that your sister doesnât seem nearly as happy for you as you thought sheâd be.
âDoes he always have âdutiesâ to attend to when thereâs something you want to do?â A knowing look is sent your way, as if she already knows how youâre going to answer. âIf youâre always alone there, then why donât you just come home? It sounds to me like youâd be better off that way, anyways.â
âNo!â You immediately counter, crossing your arms in front of your chest, hurt that your own sister would even suggest something like this. âThatâs not the case. Heâs been nothing but caring and respectful towards me since I got there. I donât expect him to wait on me hand and foot all the goddamn time. Itâs nice having some space every once in a while, too.â You can tell youâve momentarily stunned her with your answer as she looks at you, dumbfounded. Taking this opportunity, you continue, âif all youâre going to do is shit on my happiness, then I wonât bother to come home at all. I care about him and I know he cares about me, and all youâre doing is making your jealousy clear. I donât want to move back home, I want to stay with him. I-â you swallow, gathering your courage to utter your next words, âIâm in love with him.â
A soft gasp leaves your motherâs lips, âsweetie.â
âWhat?â You turn your attention to look at her, noticing how sheâs already staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face, your sister sitting frozen in her spot at your admission.
âYou love him,â comes your sisterâs voice. Not a question, but a mere statement of facts, of which causes you to gape slightly before closing your mouth and steadying yourself. You let out a breath that you didnât realize youâd been holding.
âI do,â you confirm, staring both women down as they stare back at you. Your mother with a dumbfounded expression, your sister with a stern gaze that feels as if itâs boring into your soul.
A moment of silence passes over the three of you as they let your confession sink in, only interrupted by a soft knock at the door.
âIâll get it,â your mother sighs, heading towards the front door to see who it could be.
âHe has you wrapped around his finger, doesnât he?â Lori sighs, causing whatever last thread of patience you had to snap at her remark.
Your snappy retort dies in your throat as soon as you hear a familiar masculine voice coming from the front door, Jaehyun politely introducing himself to your mother after being invited inside.
âSpeak of the devil, and he shall appear,â Lori mutters, shaking her head.
In an instant, youâre standing, the scraping of your chair against the floor enough to cause Lori to look up at you in surprise at the sudden action. You say nothing as you head out of the kitchen and towards the front door, Lori following shortly afterwards with a frown prominent on her face.
To everyoneâs surprise, you start to slip on your shoes. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Minho shoot you a worried look while your mother and sister share a glance. However, none look as concerned as Jaehyun does right now.
âIs everything alright?â He asks lowly, hand finding purchase on your lower back as you right yourself after fixing your one shoe.
âFine,â you respond shortly, to the surprise of everyone in the room. âThanks for lunch, mom. It was really nice seeing you again.â
You move over to give her a brief hug. It takes her a moment to return it, unsure of what exactly has transpired in the past minute to have you rushing out of the door so soon. You seemed so excited for them to meet the Prince earlier, so this only serves to increase her worry.
âOf course, dear,â she answers. âIs everything okay?â
You pull away, giving her a tight smile, âjust a bad headache, is all.â
âAre you sure you donât just want to lie down for a bit? You just got here,â she frowns, worry evident on her features along with a hint of what looks like sadness.
âIâm sure,â you reply, sending her a weak smile in return.Â
One thing youâve always been horrible at is hiding your emotions. Anyone can read them clear as day on your face, especially right now. Thatâs one thing Jaehyun has learned about you during your stay at the palace, and heâll be damned if he doesnât find out what happened. For now, heâll simply go along with your wishes, playing the part of the concerned lover. Good thing, too, otherwise if a moment longer had passed, he probably would have torn Loriâs head from her shoulders for causing you such distress.
Even though heâs only just entered the house, heâs been outside far longer than any of you have suspected. Of course he overheard what the three of you had been talking about, and your familyâs attitudes certainly rubbed him the wrong way. He knows his own mother definitely has something to do with the way Lori is acting. Thank fuck she wonât be a problem any more.
The only good thing his mind has latched onto at the moment is your loving confession. He has to remind himself to stay in control of his emotions for the time being, lest he want his plans to be ruined. After all, things are going far better than he could have ever hoped on this end.
âOkay, sweetie, if youâre sure,â even though she doesnât look convinced, she doesnât push the issue. âCome and visit again soon!â
âWe will,â you give her another small smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes.
Giving one final nod to your mother, you hardly even spare Lori a final glance as you bid her farewell, the both of them waving goodbye to you from the front porch. Once seated in the backseat of the car beside Jaehyun, you let out a sigh.
âIs everything okay, Princess?â His voice holds nothing but concern as he motions for Minho to raise the privacy screen.
You finally meet his gaze, and he curses whoever was the one to cause you pain, âhonestly, not really.â
He shifts closer, placing a comforting hand on your knee, âdid you want to talk about it?â
A few moments pass by in silence as you attempt to calm yourself down. Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once more.
âShe called you a devil,â he inhales sharply at your words, feigning shock. âAnd I know how much you hate that word, let alone being called such a thing. I just couldnât sit there and listen to any more of Loriâs bullshit slander of you.â
âI see,â he says, lips tugging downwards in a frown. On the inside though, heâs surprised that you even remembered him telling you that offhandedly one of the first times you went horseback riding together. It warms his heart that you would remember a detail like that of himself. Though, this only serves to confirm to him even further that youâre perfect for each other.
âIâm sorry,â you apologize for your familyâs behaviour. âI just couldnât stand how she was talking about you, or the fact that I felt like they were invalidating my feelings.â
âItâs not your fault,â he assures you, shifting so that his hand can now gently stroke your back as you lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees.
âI was looking forward to you meeting them, too,â you pout, disappointment clear in your voice. âIâm sorry about that.â
âItâs alright, Darling,â he sends you a reassuring smile. âIf Iâm being completely honest, Iâm kind of glad we left early. I donât think I would have had the heart to be proper company to your loved ones.â
This time, itâs your turn to look at him in concern, âis everything okay?â
âNot really,â he shoots you a weak smile, his facade cracking just as he had planned from the moment you decided to leave your house as soon as he had arrived. âNo.â
âWhatâs wrong?â You cup his cheek tenderly, and he leans into your touch, briefly closing his eyes as he revels in the way your skin feels against his, though you take it as him seeking comfort for whatever it is heâs about to tell you.
âItâs my mother,â he pauses, swallowing a fake lump in his throat. âSheâs been murdered.â
âOh my god,â a gasp escapes your lips, a hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock.
âI was only just informed minutes before I arrived at your house,â
âOh, Jaehyun,â your eyes hold nothing but sorrow as you embrace him, âIâm so sorry.â
âYouâre doing an awful lot of apologizing today for things that arenât your fault,â he comments, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he pulls you closer into his chest.
âStill,â you whisper into his neck, âIâm sorry for your loss. Your mother was a wonderful person.â
A hum is all you receive in response, his grip tightening ever so subtly around you as he feels you start to shake slightly. He knew the two of you were close, but he wasnât expecting you to shed actual tears when you learnt his mother had passed. Perhaps itâs the combination of emotions from your family mixed with this sudden news that has you curled up in his arms, seeking his comfort as much as you are comforting him. Either way, heâll use this to his advantage, loving the feeling of having you pressed so close to him, clinging onto him like heâs the only one youâll ever need.
Quietly, he shushes you, telling you that itâll be alright. Youâre quite surprised at how well heâs taking all of this, though you can tell heâs glad for the comfort you provide him during this time. However, what you fail to see is Jaehyun glancing briefly towards the window, eyes flashing as he catches his reflection in the glass. A look of smug content resides on his features as he continues to stroke your back in comforting circles.
You manage to fall asleep about halfway through the car ride back to the castle. Your head is resting on Jaehyunâs lap as he gently strokes his hand over your hair. A smile pulls at his lips when he hears you hum in content, shifting yourself closer to him in response.
Growing up the way he did, getting everything he ever wanted or could ever ask for, and hardly ever receiving punishments for his actions, heâs used to others shouting and crying about how unfair he can be. The amount of people heâs seen beg for their life with tears in their eyes has never made him blink one time. However, seeing you this upset, with tears in your eyes has made him promise himself to never see you cry again. Youâre the only person in this universe he cannot stand to see in pain, and he will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that this never happens again. You deserve nothing but happiness, of which he knows only he can give you.
The news of the Queenâs death spreads throughout the nation like wildfire. Many demand answers as to how something like this could have happened, as well as who would do such a thing. Luckily, Jaehyun had prepared for this. A few servants, both human and vampire alike, that had tested his patience for far too long took the fall, information leaking that the murder was an inside job long planned out by said servants.
Jaehyun played his part well, condemning the criminals for their vile acts and taking his precious mother away from him, as well as the precious matriarch away from the citizens. The best part is that you were there the whole time comforting him and making sure he was okay.Â
Those were some of the best days for him, being able to stay by your side nearly twenty-four seven, being able to hold you in his arms as you slept beside him. Fuck, he can never get enough of you: your soft skin beneath his fingertips, the way your body feels pressed against his own, the way you stood by him and offered him condolence when he needed it, and especially the way you smell. There were a few times he nearly went feral during the night due to your scent spiking with arousal. He could tell you were having some pretty nice dreams about him, for the one time you moaned his name in your sleep, nearly driving him insane.
He only wishes he had done this sooner, maybe then your sister wouldnât be even more suspicious towards him. The letters from her only seemed to increase after his motherâs death, but he has no time for them, nor does he even want to entertain them. Maybe then he can finally have you all to himself without worrying about what your stupid brat of a younger sister might do to take you away from him. No matter, heâll make sure to dispose of her soon, if she doesnât stay in line.
Approximately two weeks after his motherâs funeral, Jaehyun takes you on a small picnic beneath the willow tree that overlooks the gardens. The place is secluded enough that you know you wonât be disturbed. After all, after the commotion of the past few weeks, itâs nice to just get away for a while, especially with just the two of you.
Currently, his head is resting in your lap, the two of you finally able to relax and enjoy each otherâs company without interruptions. Glancing down, Jaehyun catches your gaze.
âHave I told you how beautiful you look today yet?â He smiles softly up at you as he watches the evening sun kiss your skin.
âHmm,â you pretend to ponder his question, gazing out over the gardens as you teasingly tap your chin. âI donât think you have.â
âItâs a shame, then,â he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. âAll the stars in both heaven and on earth could never compare to your beauty.â
The way he looks at you, like youâre his entire world, sets your heart racing in your chest. You bite your lip, looking away bashfully.
Sitting up, he lets out a small chuckle at your reaction. How can you be so cute?
âDonât hide that pretty face from me, Darling,â cupping your chin gently in his hand, he turns your head to face him, noticing how you avert your gaze slightly in embarrassment. Pride swells in his chest as he knows only he can get a reaction like this out of you. Only he can make you feel this way. âFrom the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me.â
âJae,â the whisper of his name from your lips sends a shiver down his spine.
âGetting to know you over these past few months has only confirmed my first thought I had of you,â he tells you, stroking his thumb slowly over your bottom lip as you watch him carefully.
âOh?â Your gaze becomes hooded as you watch him, his own eyes focussed on the way his thumb is caressing your lip. âWhat might that be?â
âYouâre perfect,â his voice is low, seductive, as he moves his hand to the back of your neck, thumb now stroking the nape.
âYou must not have met many good people, then,â you lightly joke, the corner of your lip twitching upwards as your eyes flick to his lips, noticing how the space between the two of you grows ever smaller by the second.
âNo,â he replies softly, âI havenât.â
Your hand comes up to cup the side of his face, thumb rubbing his cheek tenderly as the two of you continue to stare into each otherâs eyes. A moment of silence passes between the two of you before Jaehyun is breaking it.
âCan I kiss you?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â
You barely have time to finish your words when his lips are on yours, the hand he has placed on the back of your neck pulling you in closer. His touch is soft, lips delicate over your own, as if youâre the finest piece of glass that needs to be handled with the utmost care. Your eyes flutter shut.
This tender moment is enough to steal your breath away, something that Jaehyun never fails to do when youâre alone with him. How you got him of all people to fall for you is still a wonder, of which everyday youâre thankful for. Ever since heâs come into your life, youâve never been happier. Each day with him is another where he makes you feel special. He cherishes you, just as you have come to cherish him, but more than all of that, he makes you feel loved.
Pulling away, he rests his forehead on yours, the hand on the back of your neck holding you in place as your eyes open to see him already gazing at you fondly.
âLike I said,â he breathes. âPerfect.â
âI could say the same about you,â you hum, pecking his lips once more and causing him to smile.
He hums back, content with how this evening is going so far, and with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he pulls away from you, albeit a bit reluctantly. If heâs honest with himself, heâs a bit nervous. The question heâs been meaning to ask you this entire evening sits at the tip of his tongue, unwilling to actually be formed into the proper words.
âI love you,â this is not the first time heâs told you this, but it still sets your heart aflutter. Maybe this time will be the time you say it back.
âI know,â you hum, lips tugging upwards as your eyes reflect the same love and want shining in his own.
âEven though we havenât know each other all that long, no one makes me feel the way that you do,â he begins, again, somewhat nervously. You take his one hand into yours, letting him know he can take all the time he needs to in order to form the words he wants to say to you. âYou mean the world to me, and I donât know what Iâd do without you in my life. I know it sounds ridiculous, but my life changed the day you stepped through those palace doors, and I wouldnât want it any other way. Youâve changed my life for the better; you make me want to be a better man.â
âJaehyun,â his name is but a whisper on your lips as he pulls out a ring from his pocket.
âWill you do me the honour of becoming mine?â He asks, gaze locking on yours as your hands come up to cover your mouth in shock.Â
All you can do at the moment is nod your head, a large smile breaking out onto your face before it morphs into a slight smirk as he slides the ring on your finger. âDoes this mean I get to call you mine?â
âYou can call me whatever youâd like,â he grins, eyes hooded as he pulls you onto his lap to admire the ring now glinting on your finger. âMy perfect bride.â
Your giggle is like music to his ears as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more heated, full of passion and longing with an undertone of a promise of what is still yet to come.Â
Jaehyun could not be happier than he is in this moment with you. Everything has gone according to plan, and soon, heâll get to call you his wife. Not that you would have had a choice in the matter, even if you had denied him. Now, youâre his, indefinitely, and nothing can change that. Now, heâs never letting you go.
As the sun begins to set in the distance, itâs your turn to rest your head on his thigh. Heâs currently feeding you some red grapes, of which heâs been told are your favourite.
âWhat else we got?â You ask after a having a few more grapes.
âHmm, letâs see,â he digs through the basket, pulling out and listing the different food options. âWhy, do you not like the grapes?â
âI do, donât get me wrong,â you smile reassuringly at him. âIâm just not the biggest fan of red grapes.â
âI thought they were your favourite,â Jaehyun replies, a small frown pulling at his features. Who was it again that told him that red grapes were your favourite? Ah, thatâs right, Ben. If he had known they werenât your favourite he would have never even dreamed of having them packed for you.
âNah,â you scrunch your nose slightly while shaking your head. Jaehyun would think itâs cute were not for the situation he finds himself in. âGreen grapes are where itâs at.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â he smiles, though you donât registered how it looks slightly forced.
Shooting him a smile back, the two of you turn your attention back to the sunset before you, making small comments here and there about the way the light reflects off of the surrounding areas. You feel completely at peace. Jaehyun on the other hand, is suffering from inner turmoil at this mistake. Something that is so small could have meant a world of difference to you, and the last thing he wants is to screw things up this far into your relationship. How is he supposed to be the perfect lover if he canât even get your favourite foods correct?
The moment he bids you a goodnight and your door shuts behind him that evening, heâs speeding to the kitchen. The staff, whom had been finishing up for the day are startled by his sudden appearance. Immediately, they bow in respect, a few of the cookâs nerves spiking in fear that what they had prepared this evening did not please him.
âWhereâs Ben?â His voice booms throughout the room, eyes deadly as they scan the area for the aforementioned man.Â
âHeâs just gone to dispose of the trash, Your Highness,â one of the cooks tells him.
âHow fitting,â he muses, already thumbing the coin in his pocket which he had grabbed from the cellar on the way here.
The side door to the kitchen creaks slightly when it opens, a lanky man walking through in the next moment. Sensing the tension in the kitchen, he freezes, the door falling shut behind him. Noticing Jaehyun standing at the opposite end of the counter, he immediately bows.
âYour Highness,âÂ
âRed grapes, huh, Ben?â At Jaehyunâs words, Ben stiffens, already knowing something must have gone wrong for the Prince to be in the kitchen this late.
The rest of the staff share brief glances towards one another in confusion as they watch the scene before them play out. None are willing enough to move for fear of the Princeâs wrath.
âDo you know what this is?â Though his voice is calm, Jaehyun is far from it, only able to maintain his composure due to the fear radiating off of everyone in this room. He loves knowing the power he holds over each one of their insignificant little lives.
Ben eyes the coin now poised in Jaehyunâs hand warily, the metal glinting ever so slightly in the light of the kitchen.
âA coin, Your Highness,â Ben answers as Jaehyun looks at him expectantly, obviously wanting more than just that as his answer. âThe ones which you use to pay us.â
âVery good,â he feigns amusement, eyes narrowing harshly in the next moment. âNow tell me, whatâs the point in paying you when you provide me with the wrong information?â
Ben looks stunned momentarily, âIâm sorry, I donât follow.
âRed grapes, Ben,â Jaehyun tuts. âRed. Grapes.â
It seems as if something clicks in his mind, âoh, yes, (Y/n)âs fav-â
âYou dare speak her name in my presence?â Jaehyunâs voice booms, a few of the younger staff now visibly shaking in fear at his outburst. âDo not taint my loveâs name with your tongue.â
âMy apologies-â
âSilence, you scum,â he hisses between clenched teeth. Jaehyunâs anger currently knows no bounds, only serving to worsen the longer he has to deal with this situation. Taking a breath, he seems to visibly calm down slightly before speaking once more. âDid you know, Ben, that she prefers green grapes over red ones?â
It is then that Ben realizes his mistake. The information he had gathered proving insufficient and false. He starts to shake, unsure of what is to become of him now.
âIâm sorry, my Prince, it will not happen again,â
âYouâre right,â Jaehyun smirks. âIt wonât. Now, if youâll excuse me, I have an engagement party to plan,â he turns to leave the kitchen, tossing the coin heâs holding in his hand in the air once before catching it between his fingers. âOh, and somebody clean this mess up.â
In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun has flung the coin through Benâs head, a dull thunk being the only sound heard as his now lifeless body falls to the floor. The whole kitchen remains silent, no one daring to even move a single muscle until Jaehyun has turned the corner, nothing but the coin embedded in the wall serving as a reminder of his presence mere moments ago.
The following week passes by in a blur to you, the whole castle bustling from the news of your confirmed engagement to the Prince. Now, there is cause for celebration instead of remaining in the period of mourning that had plagued the nation previously. You only wish his mother was still here to see it all.
Youâve planned to host an engagement party this coming Friday evening, and you can hardly wait. The two of you have been discussing plans for the event, and you donât think youâve smiled brighter than you have been these past few days. Jaehyun has been with you every step of the way, sharing in your excitement at the date grows near.
All too soon, the night of the party arrives and youâre dressed in the finest materials youâve ever worn. Quite a few diplomats and vampires from surrounding kingdoms are coming to wish you a congratulations on your engagement to the Prince, and to say youâre nervous would be an understatement. You just hope you donât make a fool of yourself in front of so many important people.
Jaehyun, on the other hand, cannot wait to show you off. Finally, he gets to profess his love for you in front of so many others, finally letting everyone know that youâre his and his alone. If anyone so much as dares to take you away from him, heâs prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you and make sure you never leave his side. Nothing, in all of the world, could tear the two of you apart.
Luckily, the evening goes by without a hitch, passing by much quicker than either of you two expect. Though, you have to say, youâre glad. With the way heâs been looking at you all night, the end of the party could not have come sooner.
Making your way back to your room, you think back to the events of the evening. A smile tugs at your lips as you recall the way the two of you danced, the way he held you close in his arms and made you feel loved. You couldnât ask for a better man to have come to sweep you off of your feet. You only hope that the night doesnât end here, and from the dark look you still see swimming in his eyes, you have a feeling that itâs only just begun.
With the way Jaehyun has been looking at you this entire evening, you swear he wants to eat you whole. His eyes are dark, a smirk on his lips as he backs you into the wall of your room, hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans into your neck, inhaling deeply.
âFuck, you smell so good,â he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he allows your scent to cloud his mind. A growl escapes him, finally allowing himself to indulge his fantasies, revelling in everything you. âAll mine.â
You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters at his words, and from the way his grip tightens, you can tell he is enjoying each and every one of your reactions. After weeks of tensions rising, interrupted moments and longing glances sent each otherâs way, you know what you want, and you what you want, is him. Badly.Â
âI hope you donât mind, Princess,â his voice is low, nose ghosting over the skin of your neck until his lips come to rest right beside your ear, âbut tonight,â he hisses as you pull him closer, âtonight, Iâm going to make you mine.â
Bringing his lips to yours, he steals a kiss, loving the way you hum approvingly in response. He loves all the reactions youâre giving him, he thinks theyâre so cute. The way your heart is racing in your chest, excitement rolling off of you in waves, sets his own dead heart racing. He can smell your arousal building, a fact which only makes his chest swell, a growl of approval building from deep within.
He could get lost in you. The feeling of your lips on his, your scent, your touch. Everything about you drives him wild, and tonight, he finally gets to show you exactly what you mean to him. Heâll treat you like the royalty you are; whom you are meant to be.
Breaking the kiss, he leans back slightly to rest his forehead on yours, staring deeply into your eyes. You can see the love he has for you shining in them, along with the lust and desire swirling within his irises.
âIâm addicted to you,â voice nothing but a whisper, he cups your cheeks in his hands, âI can never get enough.â
âThen donât,â your soft reply has his eyes widening slightly. âBecause I donât think I could ever love another as much as I love you.â
He swears his dead heart has once again stopped beating in his chest as he lets your words sink in. You love him. You finally told him that you love him.
A smile breaks out onto his face as he claims your lips with his own. You love him, and thatâs all heâs ever wanted. Everything he could have ever asked for has just been granted to him. Youâve fulfilled his every wish, and tonight, heâs going to finally make you his, in every meaning of the word. Tonight, youâre his Queen, and his alone.
âFuck, you donât know how happy youâve just made me, hearing you say that,â he says against your lips, needing to feel every inch of your skin beneath him soon, or he might just go crazy. Your giggle is music to his ears as he litters your face with kisses, âI love you.â He hums contently. âMy Queen.â
Your breath hitches as you hear him call you that for the first time. You cannot deny the way your stomach clenches at hearing him call you that, and from the slight upturn of his lips, you know he heard your reaction loud and clear.
Feeling a surge of confidence wash over you, you look into his eyes once more, smirk dancing across your own lips.Â
âThen fulfill your promise and make me yours,â you purr. âMy King.â
A shiver runs down his spine at your words, and he cannot help the snarl that escapes him, âwith pleasure.â
In the blink of an eye, he has you pinned on the bed, hovering over top of you as he trails his lips over the skin of your neck. Pinning your hands at the side of your head by your wrists, he takes this opportunity to start sucking marks into your skin, biting down occasionally. Although he doesnât let his fangs out yet, he makes sure to leave his marks. He wants everyone in the kingdom to know that youâre his, that heâs finally claimed you for all to see.
The sound of tearing fabric registers in your mind, and you glance down to see that Jaehyun has torn both your dress and his shirt from this evening from your bodies, eyes drinking in every curve of your figure beneath him. His hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples as they harden from his touch.
âBeautiful,â he hums.
Giving your chest a slight squeeze, he emphasizes his approval, only serving to make you become bashful. In the next moment, you attempt to cover yourself with your arms, but heâs quicker. Grabbing your wrists, he pins them beside your head once more.
âAh-ah,â he tuts, a gleam to his eyes, âdonât you dare hide from me.â
Before you can say anything in response, his lips are on yours as he successfully steals your breath away for the nth time that night. Ever so slowly, he parts from you, trailing kisses down your neck and to your chest, where his hands have returned to cupping your breasts gently.Â
A shiver runs down your spine once you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly as his tongue flicks over the pert bud. His opposite hand works at the other, making sure neither goes untouched. Your satisfied hum is all he needs to hear to know youâre enjoying yourself so far. Smirking against your skin, he trails kisses from one breast to the other as he takes his time to make sure each gets the attention you deserve. By the time heâs done with you, youâll be screaming his name in ecstasy all night long.
A hand in his hair catches his attention as you guide his head back up to yours, lips meeting in a heated kiss. He can never get enough of you: your taste, your touch, your everything, and heâll take everything youâre willing to give him, and then some.
Slowly, he grinds himself into you, your legs parting naturally for him to fit between them. The gasp you let out when you feel his hard cock rubbing against your core is music to his ears.
âFeel that, baby?â He hums, nuzzling his nose against your neck and scenting you once more. âThatâs all because of you. You have no idea what you do to me.â
The breathless whisper of his name you let out sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His one hand grips your thigh, pulling you against him as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in to kiss you again as he continues to grind himself into you.
Breaking away, he nips at the skin of your neck, trailing kisses down your body. The whole time, he mumbles against your skin about how he just needs to taste you, your panties being ripped off of your body not even a second later.
The full force of the scent of your arousal hits him as he settles between your legs, a pleased growl echoing from within his chest. He can already tell his eyes have bled red, your slight gasp confirming it when you meet his gaze.
Trailing kisses up your thighs, he notices how your chest rises and falls with each breath in anticipation. A smirk dances at his lips as he sees you close your eyes momentarily the closer to your entrance his mouth gets.Â
Testing the waters, he licks a tentative strip up your core, watching your every reaction and drinking it in. Fuck, if you arenât the best thing heâs ever tasted in his life, and heâs sure to let you know.
At his words, you cover your face in slight embarrassment, feeling every breath he makes hit your core and send little jolts throughout your entire body. From the chuckle you hear him let out, he knows exactly what heâs doing.
âNo, no, no, none of that,â he reaches up and pulls your arm down so youâre no longer covering your face. You meet his gaze once more, and your heart nearly stops at the carnal hunger you can see shining within them. âI want you to watch me as I devour you.â
A moan slips passed your lips as you watch him bring a hand up to spread your lower lips, tongue slowly dragging through your folds all the while he stares deeply into your eyes. Every sound you make, every reaction, is his tonight, and his alone.
Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks a few times before flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. He alternates between this and bringing his tongue down to circle your entrance before thrusting it in to collect your juices, massaging your inner walls at the same time. Like hell heâs going to let anything go to waste, not after heâs waited this long to finally have you all to himself.
Your hips start to move in time with his tongue, and he lets out a snarl as your hand comes to tangle in his hair, only serving to pull him closer into you. His tongue continues to work you up in every way he knows how, wanting you to know that only he can please you like this. Only he can make you feel this good.
His eyes never leave yours the whole time, even when he starts to pick up the pace. Every twitch of your inner walls lets him know heâs doing something right, taking the opportunity to slide a finger in using his free hand. Now, he focusses his tongue on your clit, licking and sucking as his finger massages your inner walls. The way youâre clenching around him only makes him that much more eager to finally be inside you after all this time.
By now, multiple curses and moans of his name have slipped past your lips, whines only serving to becoming louder as he adds a second finger. Each movement he makes is precise, and you can feel the pressure building with each moment that passes by. With each flick of his tongue, you swear it will be the push you need to fall over the edge, but he purposely slows his movements, wanting to keep you on the brink for as long as possible and prolong your pleasure. By the time he adds a third finger, you feel as if youâre just about ready to fall apart.
âThatâs it, darling,â he coaxes, moving his fingers along your inner walls in time with each flick of his tongue, the pressure within you about to snap. âLet yourself go.â
His words are all you need to hear in order to feel yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you as a scream of his name tears from your throat. A smirk on his lips is the first thing you see once your vision clears, chest heaving with each breath you take as he laps up every last drop of your essence with his tongue.
âSuch a good girl for me,â he hums, removing his fingers in order to crawl up your body and place them at your lips. âSuck.â
Immediately, you part your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth and tasting yourself on them. A moan bubbles in your throat as your tongue swirls around his digits, echoed only by his own groan as he sees the blissful expression on your features.
Taking his fingers out of your mouth, he kisses you once more, pulling your body impossibly closer to his own. He needs to feel every inch of you pressed against him, not wanting to leave any part of your body unexplored this evening.
âJaehyun,â his name falling from your lips is one of the best sounds heâs ever heard in his life, and he could never tire of it. âPlease, I need you.â
Those words are all it takes for him to be ripping off his pants and lining himself up with your entrance. He canât help but tease you a bit, dipping the head of his cock into your folds to collect your wetness before pulling back out again just to hear you whine. Youâre so cute when youâre needy for him.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâll make you feel so good,â his voice is a low drawl that sounds right beside your ear.
Your arms are already wrapped around his torso, nails digging into the skin of his back as you feel the need to bring him closer. The next thing you hear is him let out a small chuckle, feeling him beginning to stretch you out in the next second as he begins to push into you.
Your mouth falls open in a soundless gasp as you feel him stretching you out. His own breath falters as he feels your walls pulsing around him, the soft warmth of your flesh feeling as if it were made for him. Considering the fact that you two fit perfectly together, he swears thatâs the case.
He has to remind himself not to move before youâre okay, every instinct in his body screaming at him to ravish you as soon as heâs seated in you fully. However, heâs in no rush tonight, wanting to take his time in order to make the sweetest love to your body. Something only he can do.
As soon as he sees you nod, heâs resting his forehead against yours as he pulls out slightly and gives a shallow thrust to start. His movements are slow, precise, each movement of his hips a sensual grind to make you feel every inch of him buried within you.
âI fucking love you, you know that?â His voice is rough, strained as he attempts to control himself for the time being. This is your first time together, and he wants to make sure itâs special for the both of you, something neither of you will forget.Â
You let out a gasp at a particularly sharp thrust, âI love you.â
This is all he could have ever wanted, and more, as he begins to pick up his pace. His lips meet yours once more in a searing kiss, all of his passion, love, lust, and want for you being conveyed wordlessly through every movement he makes.
When his lips arenât on yours, theyâre sucking marks into the skin of your neck, teeth nipping at the skin shortly after. As he increases his pace, his one hand comes up to grab yours, fingers intertwining as the other grips your waist, holding you to him as close as possible. The way your free hand drags down his back, nails biting into his skin lets him know heâs doing all the right things. Your legs wrapping around his waist only serve to pull him that much closer into you, a pleased rumble escaping his chest.
Shifting slightly, he adjusts the angle heâs hitting you at, hearing your sharp intake of breath as he hits a specific spot inside you.
âFuck, my King, right there,â your voice is desperate as it comes out, eyes closing in bliss as your head is thrown back.
The snarl that tears from his throat is feral, your words snapping any last bits of sanity he had left in his body as his hips snap into yours.Â
âThatâs it, Darling,â he growls, eyes bleeding red once more as he takes in the beautiful expressions youâre making for him, âlet your King take care of his Queen.â
The hitch in your breath at his own words causes a tightening in his abdomen, and he knows heâs getting close. He has to remind himself that youâre still only human as his grip tightens on your hand and waist, not wanting to hurt you, but needing you to feel just how desperate he is for you. Everything about you drives him insane, and heâll be damned if he doesnât treat you like the Queen you are.
With each thrust, he can feel your walls twitching around him, signalling that youâre getting closer to your second release of the night. Bringing his one hand down from your waist, he uses his thumb to circle your clit, feeling your whole body shudder beneath him as you near the edge.
âCome on, my Queen,â his chest rumbles in content each time he says those words, voice dangerously low. âCome with me. Come for your King.â
The way his thumb flicks at your clit, combined with his words and the angle heâs hitting inside of you is enough to push you over the edge for the second time that night. Seeing you shake beneath him in ecstasy, combined with the sinful way youâre moaning his name has him following shortly after, a loud cry of your own name escaping his lips.
Lazily thrusting into you a few more times as you both come down from your highs, he makes sure youâre okay before pulling out of you. In the blink of an eye, heâs got a damp washcloth ready in his hand, wiping you down gently while whispering soft praises in your ear, telling you how good you are for him, and how much he loves you. You can only smile softly in return, finally able to catch your breath once he returns from disposing of the washcloth.
Crawling into the bed, he tucks you both under the covers, pulling you close into his chest in the next moment. His hand strokes over your back gently as he places a tender kiss to your forehead.
âI love you,â he whispers. âMy Queen.â
âAnd I love you,â you hum. âMy King.â
Silence settles over the two of you as you each take comfort in the otherâs embrace. Eventually, sleep overtakes you, leaving Jaehyun to watch over your sleeping figure with a smile on his face.
âAlways and forever,â he whispers, allowing his eyes to close and his whole body to relax as he succumbs to his own darkness.
Dawn comes and Jaehyun manages to wake before you do, appreciating the way the morning light cascades over your naked form, painting you in golden hues for him to adore. His eyes trail over your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he remembers the events of last night. Licking his lips, he inhales the scents of the morning deeply, positively growling at the way youâre now covered in his scent.
As it should be. As it will always be. From this point onwards, youâre his and heâs yours, and last night serves as a confirmation of that fact. Now, youâve given yourselves to each other, and all thatâs left to do is set the date for the wedding.
A few minutes pass by with Jaehyun simply admiring you. Very lightly he traces his hand over your back, loving the way you shiver underneath his fingertips, for it only makes him recall how you were trembling beneath him in bliss merely hours before. He could stay like this with you forever, but unfortunately, he needs to attend to some final arrangements for the royal announcement of your wedding ceremony.
Letting out a small sigh, disappointed he has to leave you for the time being, he slides out of bed. The glint of the ring on your left hand in the morning light catches his gaze, only causing a small smile to form at his lips. Last night could not have been more perfect.
Moving as silently as he can so as not to disturb you, he exits your room.
It takes him longer than he would have liked to get ready that morning, his movements feeling a bit sluggish the more he has to move around. Itâs almost as if his senses have dulled slightly for the time being, for his hearing isnât as sharp as it usually is, nor his sense of smell. Perhaps these are simply side effects of his mood, for he knows when heâs overcome with emotions he can never think straight, let alone react in an orderly manner.
Making his way through the castle, he finally enters the throne room, having requested to meet Minho there to discuss everything that still needs to be done for the upcoming ceremonies. However, what he isnât expecting to see is another person standing with their arms crossed in front of their chest beside a very nervous looking Minho.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â Jaehyunâs voice practically booms across the room, demanding their attention.
âYour Highness, Iâve been attempting to escort Miss Lori out of the castle and back to her home, but she simply will not go until she speaks with her older sister,â Minho explains, words coming out rushed as he looks towards Jaehyun frantically.
âIs there anything I can help you with? Your sister is currently still resting in her chambers,â Jaehyun continues to play the nice card. Heâs gotten this far despite not needing anyoneâs approval, but that still doesnât mean he wonât try for you.
âCut the bullshit, youâre not fooling me,â Lori narrows her eyes at him, only causing Jaehyun to raise his brows amusedly.
âIs there a reason that youâve come to talk with your sister then?â Jaehyun asks, already bored with this conversation, yet still feigning interest and concern. Again, heâd do anything for you, even if it means something as trivial as this.
âIâve come to collect my sister and take her back home,â Lori answers. âAway from you.â
Jaehyunâs expression falls, immediately darkening at the threat apparent in her voice, âI donât think you understand the situation youâre in here.â
âNo, I donât think you understand your situation,â Lori counters, causing Minho to send her a look filled with nothing but distress. âIâve seen through your little ânice guyâ act long ago thanks to your mother, and Iâve finally come to save my sister from whatever you plan to do to her. Sheâll listen to me this time, she always has. Iâm taking my sister back home with me, and thereâs nothing you can do to stop me.â
The confidence in which she says those words irritate Jaehyun to no end. Though, he supposes he finds this situation rather ironic, causing him to let out a few laughs in disbelief. How dare Lori threaten him of all people. Like she could ever do anything to tear the two of you apart now, considering what occurred last night. After all, the two of you are to be bonded for life.
âYou came all this way to threaten me? Me, of all people?â He chuckles maliciously, shaking his head in disbelief. âYou think Iâm just going to let you waltz in here and steal what rightfully belongs to me? That Iâd even let you near whatâs mine?â
âYour threats donât scare me, I know you wonât do anything to me,â Lori raises her chin in the air in defiance, a smug look resting on her face. Clearly the letters his mother had sent her are still giving her a false confidence on this matter.
In a flash, heâs in front of her, holding her in the air by her neck. The hold his hand has around her throat is firm enough for it to be a threat, but not hard enough to completely block her airway just yet. âYou underestimate the lengths I am willing to go to keep what is mine. Iâve spent too long planning everything out and making sure things run smoothly in order for things to get where they are now. Iâm not giving my love up so easily.â
âThen, obviously you wouldnât harm her own sister!â She manages to choke out, gaze darting off to his right as if something, or someone has caught her eye. His grip only serves to tighten ever so slightly as his eyes flash red.
âWouldnât I?â He hums, tilting his head in false sympathy. âI mean, considering I disposed of my own mother who got in the way, whatâs a measly little human girl compared to that?â
Minho can do nothing but watch as this event unfolds before his very eyes, taking a few steps back in order to give the Prince space to do what he has to. His own heart is pounding in his chest out of fear, so he can only imagine how Lori feels in this very moment.
âItâd be so easy for me to cover up your death, so donât flatter yourself,â Jaehyun seethes, eyes crazed as he stares into hers. âIâve done everything I can to rid myself of nuisances in my way. So, whatâs one more?â
Shifting his predatory gaze, he locks eyes with Minho, waiting for the advisor to speak and confirm his words.
âYes, Your highness, youâre correct,â Minho swallows nervously, heâs never seen Jaehyun like this before. The intense insanity in his eyes nearly has Minho stumbling over his own feet despite standing perfectly still. He knows something must have happened last night after the engagement party, otherwise thereâs no way he would be looking like that right now.
âYouâre nothing,â he hisses. âA measly little human whose life will end at the flick of my wrist, worth no more that the servants Iâve killed beneath my feet. Poor Greta, only wanted to warn the love of my life about me, and look what that got her,â he feigns a pout, âonly her throat ripped out.â
Lori gasps, remembering how you mentioned to her that one of the servants you met on one of your first days here seemed to have suddenly disappeared, never to be seen again.
âNot to mention the countless other lives Iâve taken for even looking at my love the wrong way. Or maybe, perhaps I should say poor Ben, who only got his skull run through for providing the wrong information about my loveâs favourite foods,â Jaehyun tuts, shaking his head. âBastard could have ruined everything. Just as you are trying to do.â
Lori can feel the breath being squeezed out of her lungs as Jaehyun slowly crushes her airway. She attempts to claw at the hands around her neck to no avail, legs kicking out uselessly beneath her.Â
âDonât you ever think for one second Iâd let you take away what Iâve worked so hard to achieve,â he spits, venom dripping from every syllable as he crushes her throat, bringing his other hand up and tearing her head off in the next moment in his anger. âWorthless scum.â
Loriâs head hits the floor with a loud thump, her blood pooling around her now discarded body as lifeless eyes stare up at Jaehyun in fear. He shakes his head in disgust, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood that had managed to get on his hands.Â
âClean this up,â he orders, turning to Minho to see him nod once in understanding.
Closing his eyes, he shakes his head. So much for his pleasant morning.Â
Turning around, Jaehyun sighs, eyes still closed. His face is still contorted into an expression of annoyance, brow furrowed as he takes a deep breath. He can feel his whole body tense as he recognizes a familiar faint scent in the air.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, realizing in horror that you stand in the open doorway of the throne room. Your hands are both raised over your mouth, as if to cover a silent scream as tears stream down your face. He can feel his dead heart falter in his chest as he watches you. The fear you look at him with is something he never ever wanted to see from you, especially directed towards himself.
A few moments pass by with the two of you just silently observing the other. Jaehyun hates how itâs only now that he can seemingly hear the loudness of your racing heart, your scent becoming stronger the more time you spend staring at one another. All that he had worked so hard to create, everything heâs done to impress you, to woo you and make you fall in love with him, is now ruined. Itâs only all confirmed when he sees you turn and attempt to run away from him.
In an instant, heâs run to you, caging you in his arms and holding you tightly. Your screams and protests are falling on deaf ears as he holds you to his chest. His attempts to quietly shush you and calm you down are not working, with you only seeming to struggle harder against him, spouting insults and curses at him.Â
âSweetheart, please,â he sighs, âI need you to calm down.â
âCalm down?â Youâre hysterical at this point. âCalm down? You just murdered my little sister in front of my very eyes and you have the audacity to tell me to calm down?â
âI did it for us,â he replies calmly, voice sounding completely opposite to how he really feels inside at the moment. âShe would have only gotten in the way.â
Heâs not entirely sure how you managed to sneak up on him, but he assumes that he didnât hear you due to his dull senses this morning. The fact that youâre covered in his scent is probably why he didnât smell you right away, too. Either way, heâll do his best to steer the conversation in a direction which suits him, considering he doesnât exactly know how long you had been standing there for. However, your next words only serve to confirm just how long you had.
âAnd I suppose your mother, Greta, Ben, and who knows who else were all collateral, too?â You retort, anger and disgust shining in your eyes which only causes his grip to tighten ever so slightly around you.
âYes,â he answers, but he isnât stupid enough to believe youâll willingly accept his reasonings. âThey were. I donât expect you to understand why Iâve done what I have yet, but if you think Iâm ever going to let you go, youâre mistaken. And before you say you hate me, I just want you to think back on everything Iâve ever done for you since youâve been here. I want you to remember all the moments weâve shared together, especially the good ones. Especially last night,â a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers those words lowly in your ear before trailing his lips down your neck, pressing them against the same spot he did the previous evening. Your struggling lessens as he continues, âIâd never do anything to harm you, I think my actions towards you have shown that. I never wanted you to be scared of me. Why do you think I never showed you this side of me yet?â
âYou really are a devil,â you spit, finally giving up your attempts to escape his hold for you know that itâs futile at this point. Youâve long been trapped in his clutches, you just only wish youâd realized it sooner.
âA devil who loves you,â he hums, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck and breathing in your combined scents. A shiver goes down his spine. At least now he doesnât have to worry about hiding this side of himself from you any longer. Plus, you now know what heâs capable of; what heâs willing to do for you. What heâs always been willing to do for you. âI always get what I want, so donât even think about leaving me. You sealed your fate the moment you agreed to become mine.â
âI hate you,â
He simply chuckles, âthatâs not what you were saying last night.â
âYeah, well, things change,â you reply, refusing to so much as look in his direction as he holds you from behind.
âThat they do,â he hums once more, clearly amused by your stubbornness. In the next moment, his eyes are going dark, expression deadly serious as he turns you around to stare deeply into your eyes. A shiver goes down your spine. âOne thing that hasnât changed though, is the fact that whether you like it or not, you can never escape me. I love you, and I will always love you, so you better get used to that. After all, a King should never be without his Queen.â
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